waste heat

Chapter 37

The annual basketball tryouts are coming, which is even more exciting than the sports meeting. The most outstanding thing in Chengnan is basketball skills. The competition with major colleges and universities never disappoints. They will always stand at the top. The school leaders are also very proud Pay attention to this game, every year the basketball game is as strict as the sports meeting.

At the general meeting on Monday, the principal made a speech in person, saying that he hoped that this year's students would be as good as they could be and could bring fresh blood to the basketball team. Wire.

"We all know that there are professional players in the south of the city who have scored in the CBA. This shows that if the sports are done well, there will be a future. Students in our school who like basketball, don't miss this opportunity. Before they graduate, they can get a little guidance. Let's give this opportunity to our future professional players, shall we? Song Yu, please tell everyone."

In the basketball team, Song Yu's reputation on the vice team is far higher than that of the captain. Everyone knows that Song Yu's skills are the ceiling in the south of the city. , The reason is unknown, this is the wish of others, and it is difficult for others to say anything.Most of the people who entered the school team also went for Song Yu, hoping to get his guidance. This is Song Yu's influence in the south of the city.

This Monday, he wore a school uniform, just like everyone else, but his temperament made him very eye-catching in the crowd. Stepping forward, he walked steadily to the red flag, stretched out his hand, and took the microphone from the principal's hand.

There was a burst of warm applause in the campus.

"Hi everyone, I'm Song Yu," Song Yu introduced himself officially, without much nonsense, straight to the point, as serious as the rumors, unsmiling, with serious and serious eyes, and said to the students below: "The selection match for the basketball team is scheduled for tomorrow, which is not the same as usual. Except for the date, all other selection indicators are still the same as before. We uphold the principle of fairness and openness to provide a training environment for every strong student, whether you are because of Love, or something else, as long as you are good enough, the basketball team welcomes you at any time."

His voice was very penetrating, and it was easy to hear it to confuse people. The female students below were discussing and whispering something, and there was a commotion. After listening carefully, it was not difficult to find that what they were talking about was Song Yu's appearance.

"So handsome, oh my god," Shen Yun and Chen Ziyi whispered, "Song Yu is really like no one before or since, that's amazing."

"The voice is so nice, who said no one is perfect?"

Cheng Yan was standing next to them, and he heard it even if he didn't want to hear it. The girls' reactions were exactly the same. After all, Song Yu was not a question of being handsome.

Standing in the middle, Cheng Yan looked up at the people under the red flag. Sometimes he was so lucky that he could meet such a person, and it was an honor to like Song Yu.

"It's amazing," Qu Tao behind him patted Cheng Yan's shoulder with emotion, "Hey, it would be great if you were a woman."

"why?"

"You get the moon first if you are close to the water. If you date him, you have a greater chance than others."

Cheng Yan laughed, turned his head, and stared intently at Song Yu on the stage. Wherever he went, he was full of admiration. He really looked like a character who came out of an anime, unreal like a hallucination.

He stood with the backlight, surrounded by golden light, holding a microphone, and his sharp eyes shot a powerful light from a high place. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is cold, but just looking at him makes people feel that he is unattainable.

"There is another biggest change this year, which is the personnel responsible for the selection," Song Yu said: "I will participate in it, and I hope everyone will perform well, thank you."

Song Yu's strictness is well known to everyone, but everyone is glad that he did not participate in the selection, because it must be difficult to meet the standards and requirements of professional players. If Song Yu participates, the contestants will be even more nervous.

And this also represents another meaning, this year's competition will be more grand and exciting than previous years.

Amidst the commotion, Qu Tao patted Cheng Yan on the shoulder, Zhang Zihao also looked back, and said, "Song Yu participated in the selection, you have something to play."

Qu Tao gave him a thumbs up, saying that he is expected to join the team.

But... Cheng Yan didn't know that Song Yu was involved in this matter at all, Song Yu never mentioned it, when did he...

This is not the point, the point is why Song Yu participated in the selection?Open the back door for him?Although Song Yu treated him very well, Cheng Yan felt that...he should not be.

He is very principled and would never do such an unfair thing for him, maybe because it is his last year and he wants to do more for the basketball team?have no idea.

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu who had already come down the steps, and returned to his class with question marks all over his head.

Zhou Hui was stirred up by Song Yu for a long time. Those who participated in this competition were all discussing. The girls were discussing about Song Yu himself, and the boys were concerned about the competition.

After the flag-raising ceremony, I heard several leaders speak, saying that the south of the city is more peaceful recently, and no one is causing trouble, so I asked the students to keep it up, and then let everyone go back.

Tired of standing, he returned to the classroom wearily, Cheng Yan opened a book, spread it out, didn't read it, and was lost in thought.

"Cheng Yan, you guys have to work hard tomorrow." The girls in the class cheered them on, "We will watch from the sidelines!"

Guan Di folded his hands and said, "Are you here to watch our game? I don't even want to expose you."

"Of course it depends on you!"

"Pull it down, you don't usually come to the games, you just listen to Song Yu going, huh—"

"Just take a look."

Cheng Yan turned a deaf ear to their dispute. Tomorrow's competition is coming soon. The teachers are not nervous in class, and they didn't talk about the important content. They know that these children will be distracted.

In the art class, Cheng Yan took a pen and sketched according to the teacher's requirements. There was a diamond-shaped object on the podium. The teacher drew on the blackboard, and they drew on white paper.

"You draw really well." Shen Yun next to her came over and said.

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, looked around him, many students were not in his position, "Why are you here?"

"I changed places with Zhao Yibai." Shen Yun lay behind Cheng Yan and patted Cheng Yan's deskmate again. She moved to Cheng Yan and sat down with a blank paper, "I'm here to ask you , who do you really like?"

Cheng Yan was convinced, "Is that why you are so interested?"

Shen Yun said: "Well, I'm really curious, so tell me, I won't talk about it outside."

Shen Yun was gossiping, but Cheng Yan didn't even look at her, and continued to draw, looking good, "No."

"Don't fool me, you definitely have it," Shen Yun didn't believe it, "Cheng Yan, what's the relationship between us, don't you believe me?"

Cheng Yan looked up at her and laughed: "You care so much about me, don't you like me?"

Shen Yun's eyes could kill him, Cheng Yan was joking, Shen Yun patted him, and left with a blank paper.

As soon as she left, another person was seated next to her.

"Shen Yun knows?" It was Zhao Yibai.

"Know what?" Cheng Yan asked.

"You like about Song Yu." Zhao Yibai said, "She kept asking me just now."

"I don't know." Cheng Yan said.

Zhao Yibai didn't draw well, so the teacher came to check and stayed in front of Cheng Yan's desk for a long time, while nodding to Cheng Yan to express his approval, while giving Zhao Yibai a look, he shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Yibai waited for the teacher to pass by, and said, "I didn't ask you, how have you been with him these two days?"

"It's still the same." The charcoal brush rubbed the ashes in Cheng Yan's hand. After he finished drawing, he blew on the white paper, compared it with the original on the podium, and modified it. It looked quite professional.

Zhao Yibai has always admired him when he is serious, doing every line of work.

"Collect the paintings, class representative." The teacher's voice came over, and the time was coming, the teacher warned: "Be careful, some students still draw well, and the outstanding ones will be exhibited."

Cheng Yan tidied up the painting, Guan Di leaned over to look at it, and said, "Yes, this painting is so realistic, this light, this shadow."

"Don't brag, okay?" Cheng Yan took the painting back and handed it to the class representative who came to collect the painting. The class representative also responded in the same way, admiring that Cheng Yan's painting was really good.

"Then take a look at mine." Zhao Yibai presented the painting, the class representative looked at it, fell silent for a moment, and said, "I can vaguely distinguish it, it's a rhombus."

Zhao Yibai's eyes shot over, the girl was not afraid, she was smiling, the two seemed to be flirting, the class representative made up his knife and said: "But I don't know if it's the one on the podium."

Zhao Yibai stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I won't hand it over."

Class representative: "Don't! It may not be possible to go to the exhibition."

Zhao Yibai: "Really?"

"Fake," the class representative said cruelly, "It's not bad as a negative case."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and after collecting the paintings, the teacher left.

Cheng Yan took the water glass by the table, walked to the water dispenser at the door, and took half a bottle of water. Before the water was finished, a head poked in from the door.

"Hi."

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, looked over and found that it was Tan Tingting, he helped the cup: "Why?"

Tan Tingting said, "Come out and talk."

There was no one around Cheng Yan, so he asked in a low voice, "Is it about Song Yu again?"

Tan Tingting nodded straight.

Cheng Yan licked his upper lip, turned off the water, and put the cup aside.

He and Tan Tingting walked to one side, the corridor after class was chaotic, Cheng Yan was mentally prepared, Tan Tingting would only have one thing.

"What did he say?" Tan Tingting asked the result of the love letter.

"He didn't read it." Cheng Yan confessed truthfully, that day Song Yu played with him until the end, and the love letter seemed to be still in his schoolbag.

"I didn't read it," Tan Tingting said, "Did you tell him my name? He should remember me."

Cheng Yan didn't know the origin between them, Song Yu didn't go into details that day, he said he didn't know each other, Cheng Yan asked: "How did you know him?"

Tan Tingting leaned against the wall, with her hands down, her eyes slightly disappointed, "It's nothing, I just met in the hospital that day."

"Hospital?"

Tan Tingting looked up at him, hesitated, and said, "It's a psychological hospital."

Cheng Yan's ears are a little foggy, mental hospital?Psychological club?Mental illness?

"I'm sorry, this is someone else's private matter, I can't say more, anyway, it was the first time we met," Tan Tingting said: "Later, some girls bullied me, and I ran into him again on the side of the road, and he helped out. "

After hearing the story of the hero saving the beauty, Cheng Yan didn't feel much emotion, his thoughts were still stuck in the so-called mental hospital.

But Tan Tingting didn't want to say more, it was indeed a private matter, and he didn't want to probe into other people's private matters, he just didn't understand why Song Yu would go there.

"If you haven't watched it, then you can't. I also expected this result," Tan Tingting said, "Thank you."

Her face was full of ashes, her mood was low, and she was completely different from the state she was in when she handed him the love letter that day. Cheng Yan understood that some people can only do it with a little effort, while others can remember it for a lifetime.

Song Yu's little effort made a girl secretly like him for two years.

But he himself doesn't even remember the girl's name, the touch and romance are all his own, and the taste of secret love is probably the same.

Tan Tingting left, her back was lonely, she went downstairs, Cheng Yan watched her leave, and stood at the stairs with mixed feelings.

"What are you doing? Chasing you?" Cheng Yan shook his head and said no when Qu Tao was standing behind him.

"True or not?" Qu Tao said, "I just saw it, she looks pretty good."

"It's not me that people like." Cheng Yan walked back to the classroom, carrying his water glass, and walked back to his seat.

Tan Tingting's words still ring in his ears. He is concerned that Song Yu went to the hospital, and even more concerned that he went to the so-called psychological club. If physical pain is torture, then psychological collapse is more likely to kill.

Does Song Yu have a mental problem?Does it matter?

But...he never found out.