waste heat

Chapter 30

From then on, Song Yu took over the daily training, Cheng Yan no longer grouped with his classmates, and disappeared as soon as school was over. Guan Di said that he was secretly talking about his girlfriend, but Cheng Yan didn't even explain it. Guan Di couldn't help suspecting that Cheng Yan would not explain anything when Yu Kexin stood in front of him. Qu Tao and Zhang Zihao couldn't see the situation clearly, and they all speculated that Cheng Yan had been poisoned.

After entering the gymnasium and throwing away his schoolbag, Cheng Yan consciously picked up the basketball and practiced shooting without the need for others to follow him. Every afternoon after school, he made a full schedule and didn’t go home until late. When his mother asked him, he said He was training himself, and Cheng's mother couldn't tell if it was true or not, so she just asked him to come back early.

When Song Yu came, Cheng Yan had already practiced for half an hour, and was completely defeated by his serious appearance. Song Yu brought food and sat under the ball stand beside him to watch him throw the ball. In just a few days, he had made a qualitative leap. The pitching accuracy rate can finally reach 70.00%.

"Take a break?" The venue was too big, and Song Yu's voice echoed in the arena, making it extremely playful.

"Eat it yourself." Cheng Yan saw Song Yu's raised hand, carrying a pack of snacks, but he didn't see what was inside, but there should be something necessary like mineral water.

Song Yu didn't persuade him any more, he felt like an old father whose wings were stiff when his child grew up. He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip and put it aside, waiting for Cheng Yan to come over to drink by himself when he was tired.

"Would you like to help?" Song Yu's training method was too sloppy, so that Cheng Yan suspected that he didn't really want to teach him anything, and he was only willing to say anything if he had to ask him himself. Hesitating whether to change the person who accompanied the training.

"You don't need to disturb your rest." Cheng Yan's throwing posture is very elegant, compared to the dunks every game.

It's hard to see.

Song Yu laughed, stopped teasing him, walked over and said, "Come on, let me play with you for a while."

"I'm not playing." Cheng Yan argued.

"Well, well, train, train, be serious," Song Yu said, "Who will go first?"

"You first." Cheng Yan threw the ball to him.

Song Yu sighed that his confidence hadn't been crushed in the past few days?He hugged the ball and walked around his fingertips. Cheng Yan stopped in front of him. Song Yu patted left and right, but he didn't break through. When he patted enough, he raised his hand and stood up straight without tiptoeing. , threw the ball out.

"Bang." It was such an unexpected arrest.

Cheng Yan looked back calmly, the unsatisfactory basketball was rolling on the ground, he turned his head and wanted to say something: "You..."

"What's wrong?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows, "Too fast?"

Cheng Yan pouted, took the ball back, and threw it to him to let him continue, Song Yu threw it to him again and said, "Come on."

Cheng Yan switched positions with him, imitated his movements, practiced shooting for so long, he also wanted to show off, but after throwing the ball, Song Yu didn't even raise his hand, Cheng Yan was very dissatisfied: "You stop me."

Song Yu looked back: "You didn't enter again."

"Uh..." Cheng Yan was at a loss for words.

"Just kidding," Song Yu went to practice. "Aren't you very fast? How about practicing layups?"

"You can play however you want." Cheng Yan gradually resigned to his fate, he could no longer find a reason to continue to fight, he was completely pressed to the ground and rubbed, and he had no ability to resist at all.

Cheng Yan was holding the ball, Song Yu leisurely didn't see any sign of seriousness, but Cheng Yan couldn't say anything about him, after all, he never won the ball from him once.

Every time he lost the possession of the ball before he dunked under the basket, Song Yu intercepted him halfway, and then threw the ball into the basket under Cheng Yan's nose. It can guarantee the elegance of the figure, and it is almost impossible to imagine how miserable the game will be when he is serious.

Later, Cheng Yan thought of another trick, which was to confront Song Yu head-on, hit him with his shoulder blade, trying to kill a bloody path, this trick was useful, every time he could break Song Yu and send the ball into the net.

Cheng Yan didn't feel good about the success of repeated tricks. This was too smooth, he said: "Are you serious?"

Song Yu said lightly: "Yes."

Once again, it was surprisingly successful again. Song Yu stood under the net and looked at Cheng Yan's figure. He didn't know what he was looking at, his eyes were a little erratic, as if he was feeling something.

"Song Yu."

"Ok?"

"Are you serious?"

"Ah."

He answered so perfunctorily.

When Cheng Yan dribbled the ball, he always felt that Song Yu was in a trance, looked at him with squinted eyes, and said in front of him: "If you have something to do, you can go to it."

"I'm fine."

"Then you..." Song Yu looked up, and Cheng Yan was interrupted by his extremely focused eyes. Cheng Yan forgot what to say for a while, pursed his lips, and whispered: "I don't want to force you."

"What?" Song Yu was not at the same point as him.

"No." Cheng Yan held the ball and was about to shoot. He didn't choose to forcefully break through Song Yu's encirclement. He raised his hands high and wanted to try a three-pointer. She put her arm through Cheng Yan's waistline and hugged him violently.

Cheng Yan shivered, so clearly, trembling in Song Yu's arms, he was startled by his sudden action.

"Why, what's the matter?" Cheng Yan's voice became small and soft.

Song Yu hugged him, there were only two silhouettes in the arena, and the shadows were intertwined on the ground, like inseparable lovers, but in fact they had nothing to do with each other, in fact they were two boys. hold.

"sorry."

Cheng Yan thought that he heard it wrong, and he didn't know which time Song Yu was telling him, and which time he apologized. He didn't do anything today, so why did he say sorry to him?He hugged him tighter and tighter, which reminded Cheng Yan that one day and one night, he hated himself very much sometimes, why wasn't it the roundworm in Song Yu's stomach.

"No way! Such a basic scene?!"

The door of the arena was pushed open, and a few boys walked in. Xiao Mao, who was smoking a cigarette, brought a few friends, and was striding towards them. The scene of Song Yu embracing Cheng Yan was in sight. They really wanted to exit and re-enter , but obviously the facts are already in front of us.

As soon as Song Yu let go of his hand, Cheng Yan hurriedly backed away. Standing far away, Xiao Mao and others couldn't notice the blush on his ears, but they could feel Cheng Yan's embarrassment. Xiao Mao joked: "Senior Gao Leng I can't think of any other words to describe it besides flamboyant affection for using the name of training to pick on my juniors."

Cheng Yan glanced at this person uneasily, he didn't know him, and he didn't know that such a group of people would appear today.

Xiao Mao took the cigarette from his mouth, and spoke like a hooligan: "Master Song, I said you have been out of your mind these two days. Why, the arena outside is more fragrant than the one in the south of the city?"

Song Yu was still looking at Cheng Yan, he seemed very bad because he was bumped into.

"Why don't you learn to steal people?" Xiao Mao's ruthless mouth didn't hit Song Yu, but made Cheng Yan, who was cramped, at a loss. Xiao Mao stared at Cheng Yan, and he definitely spoke on purpose: " The younger brother is really fragrant, tender, white and easy to deceive, no wonder Master Song, who has always been abstinent, couldn't help but use it."

Those words of his overthrew Cheng Yan's magnanimity and spontaneity, he could no longer hold back his face, his face and neck were burning red, no matter how much Xiao Mao spoke nonsense, it seemed that Cheng Yan would cry.

He acted too much like a mistress who was caught and raped in bed.

"Have you said enough?" Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, obviously talking to Xiao Mao, but didn't look at him.

Xiao Mao said: "I haven't said enough, but I dare not say it."

Besides, people would die. In his funeral with Cheng Yan, one died of shame, and the other was beaten to death by Song Yu.

Xiao Mao looked at Cheng Yan, finally laughed, and overturned his own words, "I'm just kidding you, are you okay?"

There are other people around Xiao Mao, but it's a pity Cheng Yan didn't dare to look at each other again.

"Cheng Yan," Song Yu finally explained the purpose of Xiao Mao and the others, "They are my friends, they came here to train with you."

"No need." Cheng Yan knew that he must be very embarrassed now. The behavior of him and Song Yu just now was seen as something wrong, but it was done by Song Yu first, and he was also Song Yu's friend. He didn't want to worry about it. He intends to throw it to Song Yu and ask him to explain alone, he has to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, and can't stay any longer.

Cheng Yan threw the ball and strode towards the door of the arena. After walking a few steps, he turned back, picked up the schoolbag on one side, and walked towards the door again, as if he meant not to look back.

Song Yu sighed, "You scared him."

Xiao Mao shrugged and said unconsciously, "I don't think so."

Song Yu turned to look at him: "Are you here to make trouble?"

Xiao Mao clenched his fist, slammed it down hard, and said, "I'm here to assist."

Song Yu, who seldom looked down upon others, couldn't help giving him a contemptuous look. Song Yu went to the place where he was sitting just now, packed his things, and planned to slip away.

"Stop practicing?" Xiao Mao asked from behind.

Song Yu turned around and said: "I asked you to practice with him, now you scare me away and I practice with ghosts?"

Xiao Mao didn't like to hear these words, "Master Song, you still don't understand? Who did people run away for?"

How could they have such a great ability to scare away a big boy?Song Yu is spouting blood here, Xiao Mao does not take this responsibility, and is anxious to refute with a pale face.

Song Yu didn't compete with him, and walked out the door with long legs. The other people in the cloud were very confused, and they stepped forward to ask Xiao Mao: "What does this mean? The two of them?"

Xiao Mao shook his hands, pretending to be profound: "Don't inquire about their affairs, most people don't understand."

It must be very impolite to leave suddenly. In vain, Cheng Yan has always wanted to show himself in front of Song Yu's friends and be liked. It depends on today's situation. It would be good if people don't blacklist him.

Cheng Yan rubbed his head, his forehead was hot, thinking of what happened just now, his face was full of lovelessness, thinking about what he should do next, why did Song Yu hug him?What's the meaning?And said sorry to him...

Just as he was thinking, the master came, Song Yu called out from behind, Cheng Yan didn't hear it, he was still thinking about something, Song Yu hurried over, grabbed Cheng Yan's arm, and then met Cheng Yan's flustered gaze.

"what happened?"

"No," Cheng Yan turned his head and asked, "Where are your friends?"

"In the arena, those who come to train with you are useless if you leave." Song Yu explained that he specially contacted the person yesterday. He remembered that Cheng Yan said that he couldn't find anyone to form a team.

"There's no need to do this, I don't want to mobilize people like this, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"Why do I have to be embarrassed?" Song Yu said, "I am in your heart, such an outsider?"

You are in my heart?Cheng Yan thought, if this is the case, then he is really not an outsider, he is simply a family member, he wished he could settle down with Song Yu for the rest of his life, no matter how good he thought at the beginning, no matter how passionate his affection was, he was defeated by reality ?

Cheng Yan didn't dare to have extravagant hopes, and said politely: "It's not that far."

"Oh, good," Song Yu suddenly became excited, "Then tell me, where are we?"