waste heat

Chapter 57

After the evening self-study, Cheng Yan and Song Yu met.

Four people met at the school gate, besides Han Cang, there was another one that Cheng Yan didn't know, probably Han Cang's friend, he only followed Song Yu, and didn't say hello to the strange boy.

"How to get out?" Cheng Yan followed closely behind several people.

"Follow." Song Yu and others came to the door. The security guard looked at them and said that the door was closed and they could not go out. Han Cang stepped forward and said something in a low voice. The security guard nodded and opened the door.

Cheng Yan heard it, saying that the school team had something to go out and had notified the teacher, and then the security guard let them go out.

Cheng Yan asked in a low voice beside Song Yu: "Your school team still has this right?"

Needless to say, as long as it's about the school team, the security guards will let people out after hearing about it, and they don't need to check whether it's the teacher's permission, and they have a lot of power.

Song Yu touched his head and joked: "Learn a little bit and abuse your private power."

Cheng Yan covered his head, followed Song Yu's footsteps, straightened his waist and walked out from the gate.

When sweeping the car, Song Yu didn't let him sweep it too much, saying it was enough for the two of them to sit on. Cheng Yan said he liked the spacious one, and Song Yu said, "Oh, sit on my lap, it's spacious."

Cheng Yan blushed: "I won't sit on your lap."

Song Yu smiled, swept a shared battery car, and hooked Cheng Yan: "Come here, I can sit down."

Han Cang and the strange boy had already cleaned the car and pushed the car out. Cheng Yan looked at them, scanned the QR code with his mobile phone, and refused, "No, I have my own hands."

"Three, two..." Song Yu's grand countdown started, and his voice was still a bit scary in the dark night.

Cheng Yan put the phone back, walked up to him obediently, smiled obsequiously, and said, "Sit down, sit down."

Song Yu carried him into the car, and he sat behind Cheng Yan, holding the handle with long hands, framing Cheng Yan, although he could sit, but it was always a bit crowded, Cheng Yan felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, but he didn't dare Move around, don't know where to put your hands.

"Isn't it more comfortable than a motorcycle?" Song Yu's voice sounded beside his ears, and his warm breath pressed against Cheng Yan's skin, burning his throat tight.

"Of course, the motorcycle is spacious and cool." Cheng Yan tilted his head slightly: "Is it yours?"

Song Yu whispered: "No, my cousin's."

Cheng Yan asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Song Yu said, "Sell it to me."

Cheng Yan didn't understand for a while, isn't this still his?But he doesn't pay attention to these anymore.

"When can I experience it again?" Cheng Yan still remembers the feeling of riding a motorcycle, which is much more comfortable than other cars. If it wasn't for the speed limit, he really wanted to go for a ride.

"It's easy," Song Yu said, "I'll take you for a ride this week."

"Is it this weekend?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Cheng Yan has already begun to look forward to it. He likes motorcycles, and he prefers to stay with Song Yu. The two things go together, and he is very satisfied.

After coming to the "Nai Kang" club from school, several people got out of the car, Han Cang and others were about to go in, but Song Yu told them to go first.

"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes," Song Yu said to Cheng Yan, "follow me."

Cheng Yan followed him, no matter what others thought, whether Han Cang knew about his affair with Song Yu, he didn't have to be afraid, it was Song Yu's friend, Song Yu had to deal with it.

There is a small supermarket at the entrance on the first floor, there is a supermarket at all, so you don't have to ride a car all the way, Song Yu took a pack of cigarettes and asked Cheng Yan what to eat.

"Ah, me?" Cheng Yan looked around and said, "Why don't you buy some candy?"

I don't know what to eat, and I'm not hungry. After dinner, Song Yu is like raising a child. He came to the supermarket to buy cigarettes and asked him what to eat.

However, he reluctantly chose a bag of candy like a child, not because he wanted to eat it himself, because it was useful.

Song Yu didn't ask him, let him choose.

Cheng Yan chose a mint-flavored candy, opened it, and put it in his pocket.

After walking out of the supermarket, he finally went to meet Han Cang and the others.

"Brother Jiang will come too?" Cheng Yan asked in the elevator.

"Well, he should be waiting." Song Yu replied.

Cheng Yan asked Han Cang, pretending to strike up a conversation casually, it’s okay to have no communication all the time, Cheng Yan was afraid that the situation would be too dry: "Team Han, do you know Jiang Heng?"

Han Cang shook his head: "I don't know, I'm here to study, so please cover me later."

Hearing what Han Cang said, Cheng Yan is also comfortable, and he is still very good at joking, as long as the atmosphere is harmonious, everything else is trivial.

Song Yu said: "We'll get to know each other later."

After arriving at the billiards room, Cheng Yan ran into Jiang Heng, and he was already waiting, besides Jiang Heng, there were many other people there, the beautiful coach in the vest whom he had seen last time was also there, Cheng Yan told him I had a special impression, so I took a few more glances, so I remembered it.

He is also wearing a vest today. He should be Naikang's billiards coach. He is always wandering around the billiards room, teaching some novices how to play billiards, or discussing with veterans.

"Here we come!" As soon as they came in, the people on Jiang Heng's side exclaimed, and it took only a moment for a few people to stand up straight from leaning against the ball table.

"So many new faces." Jiang Heng came over to say hello to the people brought by Song Yu generously. Han Cang and the others got acquainted quickly. Of course, Cheng Yan already knew each other, and there was nothing to talk about. Come on, the progress of getting along starts with time and the same activity.

"How long have you been waiting?" Song Yu asked.

"Not for a while." Jiang Heng finished speaking and looked at Cheng Yan, "Long time no see."

Cheng Yan was familiar with him, and he responded more naturally: "Long time no see Brother Jiang."

His sweet words made people happy, Jiang Heng smiled lightly, and brought it up: "The last time you came to see me?"

Oh, at that time, Cheng Yan forgot and said, "Yes."

Song Yu looked over: "What do you want him for?"

Cheng Yan panicked and said, "It's just...a little thing, it's all right now."

"I wasn't there at that meeting, and I wanted to contact you later, but I didn't see any news from you, so I guess you shouldn't be in a hurry." Jiang Heng said, "Can we talk about this meeting?"

Song Yu is here, how can Cheng Yan ask about matters related to him?And he felt that there was no need to inquire any more about whether Song Yu had psychological problems or not.

He thinks Song Yu is normal, just get along with him recently.

"No more," Cheng Yan waved his hand: "It's been resolved."

"Are you still playing or not? I'm so anxious to ask for it." A few boys behind him complained, as if they were expecting something.

Jiang Heng said to Cheng Yan, "By the way, they are all here today for you."

Cheng Yan asked suspiciously, "For me?"

Jiang Heng asked Song Yu: "You didn't tell him?"

Song Yu said: "I don't understand."

Jiang Heng gave him a blank look, and said to Cheng Yan: "Actually, it's nothing. We all know that you are good at the game. No, the coach is here today, and everyone wants to join in the fun."

Cheng Yan looked at the coach and several people behind Jiang Heng, they were all raising their chins and winking at him, it was really scary, if it was put in another place, Cheng Yan would think they wanted to eat him.

Cheng Yan understood: "Play billiards."

"Well," Jiang Heng turned his head to greet the coach: "Coach, the opponent is here."

"You're still a good-looking kid." The coach came to Cheng Yan and said appreciatively, "I heard that you are very good, would you like to try with me?"

Jiang Heng helped: "It's boring for him to bring newcomers here every day, just play with the coach."

No need for Jiang Heng to say much, Song Yu told him what he was here for today, Cheng Yan would not be so stingy, he was unwilling to show off, and the opponent was a billiards coach, this kind of opportunity to play with the coach was not good. many.

One handed him the club.

Cheng Yan held it and said, "Should we start directly?"

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Heng asked.

Cheng Yan went to see Song Yu, and that's how it started?Song Yu nodded to him, then walked to the billiard table, bent over to support the table, touched the ball, and said to no one: "Be merciful."

Cheng Yan and the coach came to the table together, Han Cang, Jiang Heng's people, and other customers surrounded them, the atmosphere of the game was full, and a good round of competition gave off a feeling of tension and seriousness.

"What are you playing? Nine-ball black-eight or snooker?" People actually said to open it directly, and the atmosphere was rendered well enough, Cheng Yan didn't hesitate anymore, and got into the theme.

The coach's eyes lit up: "Can you know snooker?"

Cheng Yan pressed his tongue against his teeth and said, "Not too good, I've learned a little bit."

Having fought with Cheng Yan, Jiang Heng always felt that the other party was unfathomable, and said: "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Cheng Yan smiled nicely.

The coach didn't know what kind of charade the two were playing, so he just discussed the matter: "Conditions don't allow it, let's hit eight."

There are several types of billiards, including Chinese eight-ball, American nine-ball, and British snooker. The playing methods are different, the rules are different, and the difficulty is different. From the table, the cue, the ball, to the hole, it is different. There are many choices, but nine-ball and middle-eight are the most popular among Chinese folks. Snooker is rarely played by people because of the high threshold and difficulty.

In fact, Song Yu doesn't know whether Cheng Yan can play snooker. He has never seen him play snooker. Such a description is not accurate enough. It should be said that he does not know the level of Cheng Yan's level. , I don't know what kind of effort Cheng Yan has made in billiards, but his skills are so deep that he can't figure it out, which makes people look forward to it.

I don't see him wandering around the billiard room much on weekdays, but his skills are at a level that ordinary people can't reach. It's not realistic to attribute this to talent, because the test on the pool table is not just about accuracy , more depends on whether you can solve the ball and deploy it.

This requires strong logical thinking ability and understanding ability, offensive ability and defensive ability, which are tested at the same time.

If basketball is a game of teamwork, then billiards is a perfect test of individual ability.

That's how the game started.

According to the rules on the billiards table, the right to serve is decided by both parties hitting the same ball. In the end, the ball hits the pool, and the swing point is closest to the side pool on the side of the kick-off line. Whoever decides the right to serve, but the entertainment bureau, Cheng Yan They didn't want to be too polite, they gave in to each other, and in the end Cheng Yan was too embarrassed to decline and kicked off the ball first.

The first hand is extremely gentle, and the distance between the scattered balls is quite large, which provides a good environment for the next attack.

"What's the use of being gentle with the ball?" Jiang Heng said from experience: "Coach, don't hold back, this kid will become tough in a while."

Cheng Yan patted the back of his head and said innocently, "How can there be?"

The coach believed it: "Really? Then I'm not polite."

"No," Cheng Yan yelled, "Coach, please be merciful."

He asked people to show mercy, but he didn't.

Cheng Yan fired a gentle shot, and then stood aside to watch the coach solve the ball. The environment is good and the game is not complicated. The coach showed his professional level in the first shot. Cheng Yan stood aside without talking, holding the pole and waiting. with.

He likes to watch other people play billiards, just like playing chess is not as interesting as watching. Cheng Yan appreciates the coach's elegant figure. The charm of a mature man lies in his calmness and poise. Apart from his face, this coach also has a good figure. Very good, now Cheng Yan misplaced his thoughts and subconsciously looked at other people's waists.

"It's your turn." Someone reminded me next to me.

Cheng Yan held the pole, froze for a moment and said, "Oh."

Song Yu narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan wouldn't say what he was doing, he bent down, hit the cue ball with the cue, and responded, "Nothing."

His figure is incomparable with the coach's, one is elegant and the other is youthful. I have to say that Song Yu likes Cheng Yan's posture when he plays the ball the most. It is charming with the frivolity of a teenager.

When Cheng Yan bends down to play, the collarbone at the neckline is always exposed clearly. His eyes are sharp, and he will be aggressive whenever he shoots the ball. The usual Cheng Yan does not have such a flamboyant charm. He is a kid who loves candy, so when he is lying on the table, he looks like a lying wolfhound.

It's just that the skin is too white.

Even the collarbone is reflective, if there is a mark on it, it may be very attractive.

Song Yu's throat itched slightly, and Cheng Yan in front of him had straightened up.

He missed this goal, so many people were looking forward to his performance tonight, but the first shot was slightly inferior to the coach, and the disappointment belonged to others, Cheng Yan himself stood on the other side with nothing to do.

The coach sent another ball into the storage, and said loudly, "Don't keep it."

Cheng Yan smiled: "No."

When he got to Cheng Yan again, he confiscated the ball. He hastily judged the distance between the next two balls, the angle, and the route to the warehouse. With a sound, two balls collided with each other, one ball crashed straight into the hole, one ball walked around after hitting the library, hit the other ball, and then fell into the ball bag with another "boom".

"Crazy."

"Seriously, seriously."

The audience made a slight commotion, it was just two balls, Cheng Yan didn't understand why they reacted so much, but it's not difficult to understand if you think about it, for example, this ball is equivalent to a three-pointer on a basketball court?

"It's really something," said the coach, "you have to be serious."

Jiang Heng said, "I've said it long ago."

Cheng Yan glanced at Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng gestured with his hand and pointed to his eyes, indicating that I know what your kid is doing.

Ah...it was exposed, so what should I do?Opposite is the coach, and there are so many people watching, whether it is out of respect for the coach's work or the drama of the game, he can't just come up and perform a clear game, right?

Just like filming a TV series, there must always be ups and downs in order for the audience to find it interesting.

The two sides hit the ball separately. Chinese billiards is not as complicated as snooker. It takes several hours or even more time to end a round. Normal Chinese billiards (referring to most people's games) can be completed in about 8 minutes and 10 minutes. A set, if it is a person with a higher level, can end a set in 5 minutes, but a coach and a player who can clear the table have not come to an end after 3 minutes, there is only one possibility, the two of them did it on purpose.

He said don't put it away, but in fact, both sides have preserved their strength. Except for Cheng Yan's shot, there is no surprise. The coach didn't hide it anymore, and it was a jump shot. The crowd groaned "ah", and then sighed regretfully, because the jump shot was successful, but the ball made a mistake and failed to score.

"Cheng Yan, come on." Jiang Heng called his name for the first time, he was very kind, and couldn't wait for Cheng Yan to show off, as if waiting to show off his own cub.

Cheng Yan yelled at him: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Heng said, "Can you jump?"

Cheng Yan bent down, pointed at the bottom of the white ball, and exerted all his strength. A game of billiards was played out, and the outcome was not important. It suddenly tested who of the two had more skills.

"Is that so?" Cheng Yan made no mistakes in his jump shot and successfully hit the target ball, followed by exciting cheers.

After a burst of sighs and sighs, many pairs of eyes turned to Cheng Yan. In the billiards room, he was the protagonist that no one could ignore.

The jump shot was successful, but the next shot was not easy to solve. Everyone looked at the game, and someone pointed to a dead corner ball near the hole and said, "How do you hit this?"

Cheng Yan didn't intend to hit that ball originally, and his next shot was to clear the No. 6 ball, but someone asked, and he didn't mind letting me know.

"Dead corner, you must not hit it, you have to control it," Cheng Yan wiped the head of the club with gun powder, bent down, and looked at the ball on the right side of the dead corner, "This one is very good."

After the words fell, the ball went out, and a straight line was formed. The intact dead corner ball was hit into the hole, and there was no room for suspense. Everyone looked up at Cheng Yan, sharper than scouts.

"Are you really not from the Taiwan Association?" This sharp question was the voice of many people, and the boys pushed and said it was a good question.

Cheng Yan said: "Blind corner kicks are easy to solve. You can judge the route well and make no mistakes. Basically, you can score."

"You're kidding." Someone asked, "Coach, is he right?"

The coach on the side shook his head: "Half and half, you have to reach the level. How long have you been playing billiards?"

Even the coach was surprised. This boy is not very old. He has brought so many people. There are many people in the billiard room every day. The students are still office workers. He feels... as if he was trained in the Taiwan Association since he was a child. If he is playing well, it is better to say he is a bit professional.

"I touched the cue in the sixth grade." Cheng Yan said truthfully, he was hanging out with Zhao Yibai at that time, met some junior high school students, learned about billiards with them, and learned a little.

The coach narrowed his eyes and said, "You... really don't consider developing in this direction?"

Cheng Yan was a little dazed, why did he suddenly say this, Cheng Yan said: "I never thought about it."

Song Yu asked the coach from the side: "What does the coach think?"

Cheng Yan didn't know why Song Yu asked this, he looked at the coach honestly.

"I think he's very talented," the coach said.

After finishing speaking, the coach looked at Cheng Yan again: "Hey, handsome boy, do you want to try? There are people from the Taiwan Association beside me, and the Taiwan Association has always attached great importance to the cultivation of young people. The country is now also advocating billiards, which is very developed. of."

"Damn, try it." Everyone suddenly became lively, and said to Cheng Yan: "China Taiwan Association, little brother."

Why did the situation suddenly develop in a direction he didn't understand?Cheng Yan went to see Song Yu, and Song Yu was also looking at him calmly, as if this was the purpose, and this was the key to tonight's event.

Cheng Yan was a little unprepared, and did not respond abruptly: "Professionals should not be very good..."

"You'll know if you try it," the coach picked up the ball, and everyone had already forgotten about the game: "Autumn is coming soon, and there will be a few big games starting. If you are interested, find some good ballrooms. Sign up to participate in the billiards competition in the province, start with playing the game, try it out step by step, if you can, you can develop in this area."

Someone asked: "Can't Naikang do it?"

The coach said: "Naikang can't do it. It's not a professional ball room. We have better ones here. I suggest you go to the Heiba ​​area. That ball room is quite professional and eligible for registration."

"Let me think about it." Cheng Yan said in a daze, why did he suddenly come to this point, and the discussion stopped just like that, everyone gathered together to ask the coach, and Cheng Yan walked to the side sofa and sat down.

He propped his chin and looked at Song Yu who was approaching him.

Song Yu came to him and said, "Is it interesting?"

Cheng Yan let go of his hands and looked up at him. The lights in the billiard room were bright, and Song Yu's outline was clear.

"Is this your purpose?" Cheng Yan asked: "Including the last time, when you asked me to defeat Jiang Heng, I didn't ask you why, so...you want them to know me?"

Song Yu shook his head, squatted down in front of him, with his wrists on his knees, Song Yu raised his head to look at this confused little face, and said sincerely: "This is not the purpose, Jiang Heng is the best one here. Letting you beat him is just to test your strength. You beat Jiang Heng effortlessly. I don't see your strength. But this coach is different. He has participated in billiards games before, so he has seen it before. The big world has the right to speak in this industry. If you can play against him, it means that your skills are already good enough to play games, but he should not be as good as you. He became a coach here only after losing the game. It was supposed to be a professional development.”

"Why?" Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu: "Why do you suddenly want me to play billiards?"

Song Yu said: "No reason, I just like the way you play billiards, and I don't know what you want to do, what I can do is to help you find a way for you to develop together."

He still remembered that Cheng Yan said that he had no dreams. Song Yu didn't think he had to have dreams, but people can have no dreams. It is better to have a direction. He didn't want Cheng Yan to be in a daze. Long, an ordinary person who can't make waves wherever he is placed, on the contrary, he has unlimited possibilities.

"So...you still think I won't develop in basketball?" Cheng Yan asked pitifully. This was a road he didn't really want to take, but he had to.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Song Yu asked.

There is no need for an answer, Cheng Yan knew that he was going to be venomous soon, so he didn't insult himself, looked up at the group of people, the coach was still looking at him, Cheng Yan lowered his head and said, "I don't know if I can do it."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Song Yu said, "The coach said you can do it, and I think you can do it too."

He was a little happy to be recognized in the billiards game. Cheng Yan also hoped to hear Song Yu's praise. He calmed down for a while, and after thinking about it, he said, "Then this year... I'll go and have a look?"

"En." Song Yu smiled gratifiedly, stood up, took his hand, pulled him up, and asked, "Do you still want to play?"

Cheng Yan said: "Are you still fighting with the coach?"

Song Yu hesitated and said, "Farewell, he can't beat you."

Although Cheng Yan was happy to hear his praise, he still had to put it down. Cheng Yan said, "How do you know? It's not over yet."

"I just know," Song Yu looked into his eyes, "At least in Naikang, no one can beat you."

Cheng Yan said: "Alright then."

Song Yu said: "Let's go, teach the Korean team."

Therefore, Cheng Yan is teaching Han Cang how to play billiards in the following time. I dare not say that in terms of basketball skills, Cheng Yan still has a great say in billiards. There is no small captain in the team, and he is the boss in the billiards room.

Han Cang had touched billiards before, but he was still not familiar with it. Cheng Yan explained all the rules of snooker and black eight. teacher approval.

"I'm still good, right?" Han Cang asked for praise.

"Very good," Cheng Yan was not stingy at all, "Team Han, you are very smart."

Han Cang laughed and became more enthusiastic.

The coach stood aside, made an appointment with Cheng Yan, watched Han Cang play, and said, "I didn't have a good time this time, let's play together next time? Take off this vest and have fun with you."

"Okay," Cheng Yan said, "but you can wear a vest. I think coach, you look good in a vest."

The coach looked down at himself, then smiled.

Except for Han Cang and the coach talking around Cheng Yan, the others are not idle. The boy Han Cang brought over also wants to play a game with Cheng Yan, and other people are also making appointments. Their purpose is to play a game. , I still want to watch another game, only they know it in their hearts.

Cheng Yan was surrounded and couldn't care about Song Yu for a while.

Song Yu didn't stand still and look at him, but sat far away, watching Cheng Yan talking to Han Cang, and then bent down from time to time, revealing that delicate collarbone and sharp eyes, the arc of his bent waist, fingers in the The distance of the clubs, each, each is causing the fire in Song Yu's heart to burn.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Heng took a glass of water and handed it to Song Yu. His condition was not very good.

"It's okay." Song Yu took the water glass.

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan in the distance, lowered his head and cared about Song Yu: "You haven't been right since he just played, do you need me to do something?"

do somethingIf others were useful, Song Yu would not feel uncomfortable at all.

Song Yu shook his head: "No need."

Jiang Heng sighed, and sat down beside him. Song Yu's eyes were scarlet, and there were veins on his hand holding the water glass.

"You seem to be getting more and more unstable," Jiang Heng said, "You have to tell him about it."

"He will be afraid." Song Yu said, "Don't say it."

Jiang Heng frowned: "But I think he is the cause..."

"No," Song Yu squeezed the water glass tightly, staring coldly at Jiang Heng, "it has nothing to do with him."

His breathing was a little unsteady, but Jiang Heng was powerless, "When you're with him, you can't control yourself even more, that's not a good thing."

The figure in the distance was nailed into the scarlet pupils, Song Yu put down the water glass, folded his hands, his blood was rolling, and he was clamoring for him to do something dangerous, he longed for bright red human blood, longed for someone to breathe in pain , he looked at the person who excited him and could calm his restlessness.

"Brother Jiang, call him over, thank you." Song Yu lowered his head and put his hands on his forehead.

Jiang Heng patted him on the shoulder and said worriedly: "Be careful, don't hurt him."

"No," Song Yu folded his hands, put them on his lips, and said with fiery eyes, "I just want to kiss him."