waste heat

Chapter 38

Cheng Yan was absent-minded in class, and there was a reason for his poor grades. His mind was full of Tan Tingting's words, and the words "psychological hospital". He never thought of Song Yu and psychological problems together.

Song Yu never mentioned it, should he send a message to ask?Will it be impolite?

But don't ask, Cheng Yan is not too relieved.

He took out his mobile phone, lowered his head, and edited the text messages, deleted, deleted, deleted, and deleted. He couldn't express well, how could he ask?Song Yu, do you have a mental illness?Someone told me to see you in a mental hospital?

What should I do? He just appeared there to visit other people?Or do something else?

Cheng Yan hesitated, but he didn't send the text message, but was caught by the old class, and there was a shout from the podium: "Cheng Yan!"

Cheng Yan shuddered, Lao Ban's eyes were shooting at him, Cheng Yan looked around, Guan Di and the others covered their faces, with a look of letting him ask for blessings, Cheng Yan slowly stood up.

"Is it fun?" Old Ban threw the chalk on the podium, supported it with both hands, looked at it and said, "Hand it over."

The deskmate whispered: "You are so brave, you dare to play in the old class."

Cheng Yan ignored him and took out his mobile phone. Zhao Yibai at the back table was looking at him. Cheng Yan handed the mobile phone to the podium with an expression of death.

The old class ordered: "Open."

Cheng Yan unlocked it.

Lao Ban didn't see anything in the backstage interface. After searching, he still couldn't find any evidence of playing games. He raised his head and asked, "What are you playing?"

Cheng Yan leaned to the side: "I didn't play anything."

"What are you looking at?" Old Ban said, "The game interface has been deleted?"

"I don't play games." Cheng Yan explained.

"Didn't you play the game and watch it so engrossed? You've already done it, right? You don't need to listen to it, do you?" Old Ban patted the blackboard, "Come on, untie the phone and give it to you."

Cheng Yan looked up, the formula on the blackboard was new knowledge, he didn't listen carefully, how could he know it?He bowed his head apologetically and said, "I won't."

The old class sneered: "Take the book and stand at the back, and come up to untie it tomorrow, if you can't untie it, continue to stand."

Cheng Yan came back to his senses, walked back to his seat, picked up the book, and stood behind.

He hugged the textbook and stared at the blackboard, but his mind was not on it.

Everyone looked at him sympathetically. If it was placed on Zhao Yibai or someone else, he would be fined directly. The old class will not waste time, but he always treats Cheng Yan differently from others, and thinks that Cheng Yan can still make money. , can be saved.

Cheng Yan disappointed him time and time again.

Seeing the old class struggling to explain, Cheng Yan felt a little guilty. He drove away the messy thoughts in his mind, and listened carefully in the second half of the class. Before tomorrow, he had absorbed the knowledge. He had a chance, and seeing that he performed well, he let him go.

Let him go back to his seat.

But the phone was not returned to him.

Zhao Yibai poked Cheng Yan's arm from behind, controlled the volume and said, "Are you really playing games?"

Cheng Yan said: "No, just take a look."

Zhao Yibai reminded: "Be careful, I dare not play in the old class."

Cheng Yan nodded.

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Yibai and Zhang Teng played with him in the last game before the game. They all felt Cheng Yan's progress and expressed doubts.

"You don't know how to study, do you?" Zhang Teng said, "Three points is not your strong point."

"Practice." Cheng Yan said, the others were sweating profusely after the game, he was alright, the recent practice was more tiring than playing a formal game, he stood firmly in the middle of the field, and threw a bottle of water to Zhang Teng, "today Come here."

Before Zhang Teng unscrewed it, he paused when he heard the sound. The battle was imminent, no more training?Zhang Teng asked: "That's it?"

"Well, I can't do much practice all night, take a good rest, and use your energy tomorrow." Cheng Yan threw the ball to Guan Di, "Bring me back to the dormitory, thank you."

The ball belonged to Cheng Yan, but Guan Di and the others did not.

"Where are you going?" Guan Di asked while holding the basketball.

"Go out for a while and come back right away." Cheng Yan didn't have an agreement with anyone else. After the end, he left with Zhao Yibai. He didn't eat in the cafeteria. Zhao Yibai accompanied him out, and he didn't know why. See if he's not here today. State, Zhao Yibai is worried about tomorrow's game.

It won't work this time, we have to wait for a year, and the next year, Song Yu will graduate and will not be here anymore, Cheng Yan will have no motivation to join the school team, that is to say, this is Cheng Yan's last a chance.

"What do you have to say, don't affect the game, is it related to Song Yu?" There are only a few people who can affect Cheng Yan's mood, and Zhao Yibai can only guess at Song Yu.

Cheng Yan shook his head. There were vehicles coming and going on the road. He stood under the tree and said, "No."

Zhao Yibai laughed: "Don't lie to me, I don't know what's going on in your mind?"

Cheng Yan had nowhere to hide his thoughts, he sighed, and said, "I can't tell."

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Zhao Yibai said, "It's just that you have to face tomorrow's game in this state, and I think the outcome has already been decided."

Cheng Yan put it in his pocket and said, "I will adjust it."

"Just know it," Zhao Yibai felt relieved, and asked, "Why are you out?"

"Relax."

"Just relax?"

Cheng Yan said yes.

"Pull you down." Zhao Yibai said: "The south of the city is so big that you can't fit in it? Go do something, I'm going back to school."

"Is this gone?"

"I'm not active in cooking, I have a brain problem," Zhao Yibai had already walked out, turned his back to Cheng Yan, and waved, "Hurry up and adjust yourself, you will cry if you don't perform well tomorrow."

Cheng Yan laughed, how could he be so fragile?

Cry, when was the last time he cried?I don't even remember.

Watching Zhao Yibai leave, Cheng Yan didn't waste any time, he went to the place he wanted to go early in the morning, and found the person he wanted to find in the morning.

The last time I came to "Nai Kang" with Song Yu was a month ago. Cheng Yan didn't know if he could be found here. It was all his fault. I didn't expect to have an intersection with Jiang Heng. He should leave a call .

Cheng Yan came to the billiard room floor. He planned to try his luck. The chance of finding Jiang Heng here was too small. He wanted to ask the people here if he had Jiang Heng's contact information. It is possible to know some people in the office, the boss coach or something.

There were about seven or eight people in the billiard room, scattered around different tables. Before it was Cheng Yan's turn to look for someone, he was stopped first.

"Yo, the great master is here." Standing by the table, a boy holding a pole was looking at him in surprise, and everyone else in the billiard room followed the sound. Cheng Yan had just stepped out of the elevator door and hadn't moved yet.

He remembered this person, the last time he competed with Jiang Heng, he was the one watching the excitement.

Cheng Yan walked over.

The billiards room is full of boys smoking cigarettes, dressed in fashionable clothes, and some with hair dyed in various colors. Seven or eight of them have the same temperament. Cheng Yan is like a stream, wearing a school uniform and looking fair. Clean, with good facial features, it can be seen how cute and lovable Zhengtai was when he was a child. He appeared here, like a puppy who had ignorantly broken into the wolf's den.

"Come to teach us how to be human?" The boy handed him the club, "Do you want to perform?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer, he asked with a clear purpose: "You should know Jiang Heng, right?"

"Brother Jiang, who doesn't know him?" The boy looked at Cheng Yan with great interest in his eyes: "What do you want to do with him?"

"Yes, is there any contact information?" Cheng Yan expressed his intention of coming without delay.

But the opponent was dawdling, the boy walked to the edge of the table with the club in his arms, picked up a ball on top, weighed it twice in his hand, and showed it to Cheng Yan, "Show me a section."

The others stopped beating, and all stared at Cheng Yan curiously, as if waiting for him to perform.

Without Cheng Yan's consent, the boy in charge clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, we're assembled, let's take a look at my younger brother's technique, it's definitely worth the fare."

Seven or eight people knew each other and surrounded them. Someone recognized Cheng Yan and laughed happily, "Isn't this the one brought by Song Yu? You're popular with us. Last time, how many brothers didn't know?" Now, show it to us? They say you are awesome."

Discussions erupted: "That's him."

"Can you really know how to play if you are so good-looking?"

"Looks like a good student."

Listening to the noisy conversation, Cheng Yan really didn't expect to become so famous in Naikang. He didn't want to waste time, so he stretched out his hand.

Someone handed him the pole quickly, and the boy put the ball back and stood aside. Cheng Yan lowered his waist, aimed at the ball, took a good posture, and shot it out powerfully. The densely packed balls on the table were instantly emptied.

There wasn't even time for someone to pour a glass of water.

"I rely on..."

"This mother...professional."

The few people present forgot to applaud, and stood there dumbfounded. The direction of the discussion suddenly changed. Some people took out the balls to check, some rubbed their eyes, looked at the table, and then at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan dropped the cue and said to the boy, "Is it alright?"

He seemed anxious, he didn't know what to do with Jiang Heng, the boy didn't dare to delay, he did what he said.

"I'll send it to you," the boy took out his cell phone, said while pointing at the cell phone, and sighed, "You're at a loss if you don't go to the Taiwan Association."

He was even more sure that the last time Cheng Yan competed with Jiang Heng, he showed mercy.

"I don't have a cell phone. You can call him and ask him out." Cheng Yan's cell phone is still with Lao Ban.

"Okay." The boy followed his wishes, who still treats him as a puppy now?He looks clean, immature and young, more like an antelope, but his behavior shows that this is not an ordinary antelope, and it has to be the leading one.

Cheng Yanjing was waiting for the result of his call. The boy called several times over and over again, but still couldn't get through. Cheng Yan was a little anxious.

"No one answered, maybe I didn't see it." The boy said, "Is there something important? Why don't you wait?"

"I still have evening self-study later." Cheng Yan didn't have enough time, he still had to spend a while on the way back and forth, and it might be too late when Jiang Heng came, so he said, "Forget it, it's getting late."

Cheng Yan turned and left.

"Hey, let's play."

"People have evening self-study and can't hear it?" the person next to him said.

"Sure enough, it's not cheating that can trap the Great God, it's the school."

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When Cheng Yan returned to school, he was still late and yelled to report back to his seat. Zhao Yibai didn't ask him where he was, but only asked him if he had eaten. But I didn't feel hungry either.

This was the first day of evening self-study this semester, and the students were inexplicably agitated. Halfway through, the teacher left, without the guards, and the voices of the next class could be heard clearly.

Cheng Yan didn't pay attention to the people by the window, until a whistle came, he turned his head, and Kang Wei who was standing by the window was waving to him.

Without the teacher around, Cheng Yan boldly went to the corridor.

Kang Wei asked: "Is your team formed?"

Cheng Yan nodded and said, "Well, there are still a few of us."

"Who will you fight tomorrow?"

"I don't know, let's assign it on the spot." Cheng Yan said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, just ask," Kang Wei said, "Boss Guan and the others say you know Song Yu, why don't you ask him how he arranges it?"

"It's up to whoever it is."

"You really have a big heart. If you have to meet Class Two again, your dream of joining the school team will be broken." Kang Wei said.

"You just came to tell me this?" Cheng Yan doubted his intentions, and took the risk to remind him that his dream was broken?As he spoke, Cheng Yan paid attention to the surrounding area, for fear that the teacher would suddenly come out.

"How could it be?" Kang Wei handed him something, "Take it, someone in our class has a crush on you."

Sending love letters is still popular now, and when you get older, such a pure expression will disappear. Cheng Yan has sent too many love letters to Song Yu, and the girls even paid attention to the packaging. He said: "Give it to me ?”

"Otherwise?" Kang Wei said in a low voice, "Wang Weimo, accept it."

He was referring to people, Cheng Yan heard it.

"How can we have time to fall in love now? Are you messing with me?" Even if there was him, Cheng Yan didn't dare to be shaken by the love letter, nor was he surprised by being liked. He said indifferently but firmly, "Go back."

Kang Wei looked at him in surprise, his two eyeballs looked up and down, and turned quickly, "What kind of brother are you? This is Wang Weimo, not Yu Kexin."

Yu Kexin is cute, some people like it and some don't, but Wang Weimo in their class is the first love goddess style, no one can resist!

Almost every man has imagined that the other half is a long-haired, white dress, quiet and pleasant goddess, which is most of the expectations of boys for their first love.

Cheng Yan didn't like Yu Kexin's remark, so he specified Wang Weimo's style of food, but the result was not, and Kang Wei had to wonder if there was something wrong with him.

"It's all the same to me." Cheng Yan said, these words completely filled Kang Wei's suspicion.

"They're all the same?" Kang Wei narrowed his eyes, his tone immediately changed, and he asked what he was deeply suspicious of now, "Could it be that you are...cough cough, crooked?"

It doesn't matter if it's true or not after finishing speaking, Kang Wei examined Cheng Yan from top to bottom, his face was so upright, it's not incomprehensible to be liked by a man...

Cheng Yan took the love letter, approached Kang Wei, and stuffed the love letter into the old man's arms, scaring Kang Wei back again and again, Cheng Yan smiled strangely, "Oh, I was guessed, how do you know I am?" ? This can only be a secret between you and me. In order to repay you for keeping the secret for me, I promise to give it to you..."

"Damn it, don't be fooled!" Kang Wei put his arms around his chest, "I'm as straight as steel!"

"Really? Have you ever heard a word?"

Kang Wei looked at him caringly, with trembling in his pupils, "What, what?"

Cheng Yan whispered in his ear: "The world is not straight."