waste heat

Chapter 12

The ground friction sound of the arena was too harsh, creaking like a sharp bird chirping.

Sitting in rows on the floor on one side, the boys in ball uniforms form a beautiful landscape. They all raise their slender necks, swinging back and forth, observing the players who are in the fierce PK. The warm-up game is being staged, a feast of perspective They were not allowed to desert, each of them straightened their backs, stared and stared at each other.

The game is non-stop, and the eyes of the onlookers will not rest. They are more focused than in class, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

Until a whistle blew, the game came to an end. The ball rolled from Song Yu's hand and was thrown to the sitting players. They caught it quickly and sat on the basketball alone, watching the sweaty Song Yu walked aside.

"Deputy team, do you want water?" Someone asked thoughtfully.

"No." Song Yu walked back, prepared water by himself, and drank it as soon as he picked it up.

Because of playing ball, Song Yu changed his jersey and shorts. He is worthy of being an athlete. Just one calf is full of explosive muscles. Song Yu's legs are long, with obvious muscle lines. It is the very difficult line that their physical education teacher said.

Several people turned their heads to watch. After drinking the water, Song Yu found that their eyes were not honest, and wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "Look at your sister."

Ye Qingjian laughed, got up from the ground, came to Song Yu, still holding the basketball in his hand, patted it and said, "I'm having a party this afternoon, do you want to go?"

"No." Song Yu said.

"Don't even ask?"

"I have something to do." Song Yuyan explained succinctly, he really didn't want to go, and he could see it.

Ye Qingjian said: "Damn it, you haven't talked about friends yet, why are your schedules so full every day?"

"What does it have to do with talking about friends?" Song Yu said.

"It takes more time to talk about friends," Ye Qingjian said, "Deputy team, do you want to try?"

Song Yu raised his head and asked, "Try?"

"Get a girlfriend to play with, experience it, and then you will know what you want and look forward to every day."

Song Yu took off the towel and threw it on the chair. His hair was sweaty after exercising, and his face was brightly rosy, which was gradually fading away and returning to his original skin color. This may be the effect of exercising. At this time, Song Yu Yu looked very erotic, with sweat streaming down his slender neck, which made people think of some self-evident scenes.

"So you have a girlfriend?" Song Yu's very menacing eyes reminded people of his face warning others early in the morning, Ye Qingjian pursed his lips, smiled, and even said how could it be, no.

Song Yu ignored him and stood up to leave.

"Aren't you going?" Ye Qingjian said from behind.

Song Yu didn't look back, and raised his hand to wave to him, the meaning was clear.

Ye Qingjian hugged the basketball and turned around sullenly. Someone asked him if he had talked to Song Yu, and he reported the truth, saying: "It's going to be hard to hire, forget it, it's our turn."

Ye Qingjian threw the ball out, it was their turn for daily training.

He was supposed to be in the team today, but Song Yu left the team early, and didn't go back to class, but changed his clothes and left the school.

On the way, I talked to Han Chengyu on the phone and asked him if he was in the store. Han Chengyu asked him to come directly. Before Song Yu came, he asked the people in the team to borrow a car, and came here by riding.

There are quite a few people in Han Chengyu's store, except for the other three assistants and brothers, the rest are customers, the storefront is not spacious, and the capital requirements for renting a house with a stretchable leg in this location are too high, and Han Chengyu also He is not a son of a wealthy family, but an ordinary dropout student. The money for renting this small shop was raised by his brothers. It has been less than half a year since it opened, and the business is not bad.

The door is a bench, the store is so narrow that there is no second room, all the people and things are piled up in this small square room, there is no room on the shelf, and there is only one room in the waiting area. There are only two leather chairs on the bench for five people to sit on, and these chairs are not newly bought, but moved out of Song Yu’s house. When Han Chengyu opened this store, he really started from scratch. , Gathering all the contacts in exchange for such a small house.

When Song Yu entered, the chairs in the waiting area were already full, including children and adults. Han Chengyu had a comb in his mouth, disposable gloves on his hands, and red hair dye in his hands. Seeing Song Yu coming, he rushed He nodded, and everyone in the room looked towards Song Yu, and a woman sitting next to him said, "Here comes another person, it's too troublesome, let's not do it."

"Sister," the assistant hurriedly explained, "It's okay, just wait a little longer, he's not here to do hair, my friend, he's here to play."

The woman in the fashionable jacket still shook her head and said, "No, there are too many people, and it's too slow. I'll do it elsewhere."

The assistant wanted to say something more, Han Chengyu took off the comb in his mouth, raised his chin, and signaled to the assistant, the assistant reacted quickly, took a bottle of drink and handed it to the lady, apologized and said: "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy today, I'll come back when I'm free."

The woman took it, nodded, and went out with a drink.

The assistant greets the rest of the store, telling them to take it easy as their turn is coming soon.

Song Yu saw this scene, walked over, stood beside the busy Han Chengyu, looked at his proficient skills, and said, "Did I delay your business?"

Han Chengyu smiled and said, "You still know? Be that sister's substitute."

Song Yu was on the sidelines helping Han Chengyu pass and put things away, at least he didn't need to use his mouth.

"Should we be training in the team today?" Han Chengyu said, "Isn't it Wednesday? Did I remember wrong?"

"Well, I escaped." Song Yu said confidently.

Han Chengyu rolled his eyes at him, teasing him that his graduation season was swollen, and he ran away as soon as he said he wanted to, as the deputy team, he did not lead by example.

Song Yu has reason and evidence: "What did you do again? Dropping out of school to open a barber shop, what a good example?"

Han Chengyu laughed a few times, saying that he didn't have time to argue with him, and asked him to sit for a while until he finished his work.

This lasted for a long time, Song Yu waited for three or four hours, until Han Chengyu was free and handed over the work under his hands to his assistant, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you get here?" Han Chengyu threw over a bottle of water, no pigment, just a simple bottle of mineral water.

Song Yu didn't unscrew it, put it on the table, pressed it and said, "Borrow Liang Qi's car."

"Why didn't he follow?"

"Didn't call him." Song Yu said.

After Han Chengyu took a big gulp, he screwed it up and put it on the table. The door opened, and some fresh air came in. The room no longer only smelled of hair dye ointment. Han Chengyu took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two, Sending it in front of Song Yu, Song Yu picked it up, the two lit up, lying on the high table, Han Chengyu could see that he was a little dull.

"What's the matter?" His voice was quite low, so as not to disturb the assistants and customers who were talking over there.

Song Yu propped his elbows on the table, he stepped on a high stool, but his long legs, which had nowhere to rest, could still touch the ground, he bent his legs, leaned against the table, raised his face, smoked a cigarette violently, and spit it out The white mist covered his face, making it even more sad if it was faintly visible, but Song Yu said relaxedly: "It's nothing."

Han Chengyu didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then took out his mobile phone with a cigarette in his mouth, found an interface, and put the mobile phone in front of Song Yu, "Look."

Song Yu lowered his head. It was a mobile phone purchase platform with the logo of the flagship store on it. He asked curiously, "You buy it?"

Han Chengyu said, "Well, how do you feel?"

Song Yu said: "Is your phone in good condition?"

Han Chengyu said: "Leave me alone, this machine is okay, right?"

Song Yu watched it for a while, and it was indeed good, "You can already buy a high-performance computer at this price, are you rich now?"

"It's been half a year since it opened. If you can't get this little money out, you can't justify it. I just heard that the performance of this phone is quite good. You know, I don't have much research on these things, and I don't know much about them."

"It's almost the same. They sell brands."

"You get what you pay for."

"How should I put it?" Song Yu took down the cigarette and said seriously: "Now they are all smart phones with the same functions. The subtle difference is a little bit of performance, CPU, memory and running speed. Didn't you buy a smart phone? Computers, these ordinary machines can also be completed, there is no need to ask too much, and it cannot be too bad. The biggest difference between brands and non-brands may be after-sales, and non-brands basically have no after-sales. Half of it is equivalent to buying multiple after-sales outlets."

"Why do I want that, I can't use it and just throw it away, I never do any after-sales, trouble."

"Then buy a market price."

"The market price is not surprising," Han Chengyu said, "I want to give it away."

Song Yu came to his senses, glanced at Han Chengyu, and said, "Then buy this."

"There should be a difference in the feel between it and ordinary phones, right?" Although he wanted to buy a big brand, Han Chengyu still hoped that it would be more practical, and it would be better if he could see the obvious difference.

"Yes, the material is different, you can buy it if you want, what's the trouble?"

Han Chengyu took back his phone and said, "You think I'm you? Dude, it's not easy for me to make some money, I don't want it to be in vain."

Song Yu said, "I didn't say you made money easily."

Just as he finished speaking, a person came in at the door, and the person raised his hand to say hello, Song Yu raised his eyebrows as a response.

"Are you there?" A boy came in with a bruised nose and a swollen face, "Looking at the car, I thought Liang Qi was here."

Han Chengyu asked: "What's the matter?"

Fu Qing still has a wound on his face, a very obvious one, the bruise has been small for half a month, and it hasn't disappeared yet, Song Yu stared at the wound.

I heard that it was Zhao Yibai who beat him.

"It's no big deal, brother Kai asked me to ask you, the two chairs you ordered last week are ready, when will you want them?"

"So fast?" Han Chengyu was surprised.

"It's pretty fast." Fu Qing said.

"Have you ordered the chair?" Song Yu asked.

Han Chengyu said: "Well, I want to install another mirror stage, but the two speeds are too slow."

"Why didn't you buy it directly?"

"The handmade ones are cheap and sturdy. I went to Brother Kai to see them last week. They can't compare with your dad's two, but they're good enough for work."

Song Yu laughed lightly, twisted the cigarette ash, and got off the high stool.

Han Chengyu touched the two swivel chairs in the store and said: "These two are really good, there is no problem at all, I asked them to make it according to this, and send it for you to see."

"Okay." Song Yu said.

Han Chengyu glanced at his phone, it was almost time, and there was no one else in the store. It was time to eat, and he greeted him and said, "It's almost time, it's time to cook, Huzi, come and see the door."

"Okay, you guys go." Hu Zi was still busy.

Song Yu said: "I'm not going, the car hasn't been returned yet."

"What's the rush? Ask Liang Qi to come over with me." Fu Qing said.

"No, I'll come back when I have time. I'm not in the mood today." Song Yu crossed the two without giving them any time to talk. It seemed that he just came to talk to Han Chengyu, and left after speaking.

Fu Qing looked at his back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Chengyu made a small report: "He has been bored with me all day."

Liang Qi's scooter was not allowed to enter the school, so Song Yu rode it to a stop outside the school, where Liang Qi often parked. He locked the car, swept his long legs across the body, and walked back to school with his car keys in his hands. .

It was already after school, but there were not many people at the school gate. He came back late. He met some classmates on the way, who were going to have dinner, and called him to join him. Song Yu rejected Han Chengyu, let alone being with people these days He went, he was really not in the mood, and he broke up with his classmates after a few pleasantries.

Standing in front of the supermarket on campus, Song Yu asked for a pack of cigarettes, then called Liang Qi to return the car keys to him, Liang Qi told him to wait a while, but he was still in the arena, Song Yu paid and settled the bill , was about to leave when a familiar voice came from the supermarket.

"Is there no red one here?" There was a man squatting in front of the shelf, kneeling on one knee, his trousers were rubbed on the floor, his thick hair was hanging on his forehead, and the lines of his side face were obvious, like a vivid outline drawn by a painter. I was rummaging around, and there was another person standing beside me.

It wasn't Zhao Yibai, it was a strange face that Song Yu didn't know.

He looked away, paid the money instead, picked up the change the boss gave him, and walked out of the supermarket.

When Liang Qi came, Song Yu was still in place. He was standing at the back of the supermarket, leaning against the wall. In front of him was a secluded open space full of green plants. The wall in front of him was covered by creepers. It came to put bicycles for students, but it was freed up to build a supermarket, and the supermarket was not as big as expected. The school that was vacated in the small alley was filled with green plants.

No matter how intense the tobacco is, it is enough for this large green plant to absorb, right?Song Yu was so presumptuous.

When Liang Qi saw him, because there was no shelter, the people on the side of the road could see what Song Yu was doing by turning their heads a little. Liang Qi came over and said, "Smacking here, you are quite brave."

Song Yu didn't answer his words and handed him the key.

Liang Qi took it over and said, "The old place?"

Song Yu hummed.

Liang Qi said, "Exactly, I'm going to pick someone up."

Song Yu didn't ask who it was.

Liang Qi said again: "The captain asked you today, did you not communicate with him when you ran?"

Song Yu exhaled a burst of smoke rings: "Forgot."

Liang Qi gave him a thumbs up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's okay, the coach has rounded it for you, let's go."

Liang Qi walked out a few steps, but found that Song Yu hadn't followed, she turned her head and frowned at him: "Let's go?"

Song Yu glanced along the wall, flicked the cigarette ash, "You go."

Liang Qi didn't know what he was up to, and she didn't find anything when she followed his line of sight. Since she really had something to do, she couldn't pursue him one by one, so she could only leave first.

After Liang Qi left, Song Yu pinched his cigarette, and his mind was filled with confusion. After the cigarette stopped, his thoughts suddenly became clear.

In fact, he wasn't too clear about it. If he knew it, he shouldn't be looking for Cheng Yan. He should find a suitable reason for himself?As a senior, give him an advice and warning, to persuade him not to fall in love early?

Does it make sense?idiot.

Hearing the movement at the entrance of the supermarket, someone was clearing the account with the boss. Not long after, a figure loomed under Song Yu's eyes. Cheng Yan didn't notice him, because he was talking with the people next to him and walking all the way to the playground.

Song Yu held his trouser pockets with both hands, raised his head, and pressed the back of his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

What should come will always come, it is better to take the initiative.

The person who tied the bell had to be untied. He was in a bad mood, and Cheng Yan had to take full responsibility.

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