waste heat

Chapter 20

Dialogue is not a way for Cheng Yan to attract other people's attention, nor is it a means to deal with Jiang Heng. As for when there are still a few balls left on the table, it is all because everyone is too involved, and it is easy to forget when they are smiling He also forgot about the situation, forgot how many balls were cleared in these consecutive shots.

The few remaining balls were cleared by Cheng Yan with one stroke, and the short and quick game ended. Jiang Heng held the pole in a daze, and the others couldn't help but say, "So fast."

Cheng Yan said: "Ah, I didn't pay attention either."

Jiang Heng asked, "What score do you have?"

Cheng Yan did enough: "I really didn't notice, does anyone remember?"

Even if no one remembers it, this game is also Cheng Yan's victory. It is obvious that the expression on his question is quite similar, but Jiang Heng always feels that he is insincere.

Song Yu took out a caught ball and played with it in his hand, and said to Jiang Heng, "Would you like another game?"

Jiang Heng threw the pole: "Come on, I can't beat it."

Song Yu said with a smile: "It's not your style to admit love so quickly."

Cheng Yan put the cue away obediently, and didn't throw it casually like Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng said: "I'm quitting, let him have a game with the coach if he wants?"

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan: "Are you coming? We work here."

The coach was exactly the one Cheng Yan had just seen, the one in the vest, who looked like a young master, was walking to the table, but Cheng Yan stopped, "Ah, forget it, I can't beat it."

Jiang Heng said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Song Yu just let him beat Jiang Heng, not anyone else, and Cheng Yan and Jiang Heng were not familiar with each other, so he just surrounded Song Yu and had an awkward chat with them, Cheng Yan didn't want to spend more time with people he didn't know well , Said: "I'm just a primary school student, I don't want to seek abuse, brother Jiang should let me go."

Jiang Heng let him go, but the others didn't. He booed and said, "Primary school student? You Jiang brother is the most professional here. You beat him. His strength is unfathomable. Let's play with the coach?"

"It's almost enough," Song Yu responded, "I just took him here for a walk, not for you to practice, Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan hummed, and quickly ran to Song Yu, as if he followed his elder brother to socialize.

"We're going back," Song Yu said to Jiang Heng, "I'll call again when I have time."

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan didn't refute, it seemed that Song Yu's decision was his idea, Jiang Heng wanted to keep people to play for a while, but he let go when the words came to his lips, "Okay."

Song Yu raised his chin, signaling Cheng Yan to leave with him.

The two left the billiard room under the eyes of everyone, Cheng Yan glanced casually before entering the elevator, and met Jiang Heng's eyes who were still looking at him.

Cheng Yan smiled, polite but not embarrassed.

"Who is he?" In the elevator, Cheng Yan was finally able to ask about the situation with confidence.

Song Yu said casually, "My friend."

Cheng Yan asked again: "I know, so what is your intention of introducing me to him? You know, I don't like making friends indiscriminately." Especially yours.

Cheng Yan didn't say this sentence, and choked in his throat, thinking that it would not sound very nice to say it, and it would be easy to be misunderstood. In fact, he had to be extremely cautious just because he was Song Yu's friend. Making friends with Song Yu in a dignified way can be accepted and liked by others, instead of being so abrupt and sloppy...

"My friends can't do it either?" Song Yu thought he was rejecting him, and thought he was angry because of his own discretion.

"It's not impossible, but..." Cheng Yan had a hard time explaining, he said, "I didn't prepare anything, it's too hasty to come here so abruptly."

"You have nothing to prepare, you have fulfilled all the requirements I gave you, and that's enough," Song Yu said, "I won't harm you."

This is a true and honest statement, Cheng Yan also believes that Song Yu's character is still passable, even if the two of them had some small conflicts, but they are both nervous boys, they are not so fussy, no one cares superior.

"How do you feel getting along with him?" Song Yu asked Cheng Yan how he felt, and he was actually unnecessary.

Cheng Yan responded honestly: "I don't have any special feelings, I just met, and I feel very easy-going if I have to say it."

"It must be easier to get along with than me?" Song Yuyi pointed out, "I'm cold? What do you think?"

Cheng Yan was embarrassed, and rubbed his nose unnaturally, "What do you think of yourself?"

Song Yu said: "Is it cold to you?"

Cheng Yan said: "To others."

Song Yu said: "I haven't noticed it, I don't know."

The answer made it difficult for Cheng Yan to answer. He stood beside Song Yu, peeking at it from time to time, and couldn't help laughing, "You seem to have misunderstood yourself."

"So what do I look like to you?"

"It's a runaway thief." Cheng Yan said.

"Thief?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "What did I steal from you?"

"Think for yourself." Cheng Yan stopped focusing on this topic and continued, "What the hell are you doing today? Let me beat Jiang Heng when we just met. You have so many friends watching. My first impression is not very good, right? .”

Hearing that Jiang Heng's golf skills are quite good, Cheng Yan didn't dare to say how awesome he is, but after playing against him, he felt that he was only at a basic level, not as amazing as others said.

"Didn't you say you want to clear the table with one stroke? There are several chances, but you have to wait until the end?" Song Yu observed him, Cheng Yan cleared the ball bit by bit, and did not end the game as quickly as he said, with ulterior motives.

Cheng Yan did have ulterior motives, knowing it in his heart, and said succinctly: "I don't respect people very much."

He had several chances to clear the table with one shot, but he gave up the chance in a different way. What is the scariest thing?It's not that the grades are good, but that the person who can control the score is the scariest. Song Yu actually knows what Cheng Yan means, and asking him is just to make sure it's exactly what he thinks.

Because Jiang Heng is Song Yu's friend.

If it's an unimportant golfer, Cheng Yan can play freely. If it's a friend of a close friend, he needs to be treated with care. He hasn't figured out Song Yu's purpose yet, and Song Yu only lets him win. He didn't let him win presumptuously, he understood the scale.

It is said that Song Yu understands him, and Cheng Yan also understands Song Yu. The two of them, regardless of you and me, have already analyzed their respective intentions clearly.

"Next Tuesday, the school team tryout, do you know?" Song Yu broke the topic, and it was very successful. Cheng Yan would be interested in this topic, which is undoubtedly something that Cheng Yan is very concerned about.

"I heard, it's really early?" Cheng Yan remembered that the school team tryouts were held on Fridays, and after the selections were over, he discussed with the school team administrators how this year's trials were held earlier.

"A few days earlier, what's your plan?" For school team matters, it's better to listen to gossip than Song Yu's. Song Yu's words are equivalent to official announcements, and they couldn't be more accurate.

"Do your best, there's nothing else," Cheng Yan recalled that Gao Ming asked Yu Kexin to pass on a message to him about the early selection of the school team. At that time, he thought that Gao Ming passed on the wrong person, and told him to hurry up and practice, " But with my current strength, do my best and obey the destiny."

Cheng Yan rubbed the back of his head, his hair was messed up by him, the elevator door opened, he stepped out first, followed by Song Yu.

"By the way, have your current selection criteria changed?" Cheng Yan won't let go of the opportunity to inquire about the situation. I hope he can ask Song Yu more about this situation in the past, and it won't happen every year. It's just that because of the situation, Cheng Yan has no reason to contact Song Yu again, so he put it on hold for so long.

The selection criteria for the basketball team is not to select players from the winning class. The losing team also has a chance. Someone who plays well in a certain position may also be selected. This is determined according to the needs of the team. Those who formulate tactics are selected, and there are many indicators, but there are not many who can be affirmed by the school team in a certain way. It is not an easy task to stand out from the outstanding teams, but there are only a handful of places in the school team.

This is a very skinny and cruel selection standard.

"Indicators change according to the person. If you are good at three-pointers, they can make an exception and give you a chance." Song Yu said from experience, he is the ceiling in the school team, and has the ability to absolutely specify indicators and change indicators. It was fully demonstrated in the game when Song Yu was selected for the school team.

"So what are you good at?" Song Yu asked.

Good at... Cheng Yan's comprehensive strength is very good. Although he always loses against the second class, he rarely loses solo matches. It may be because of his teammates, except for his determination to enter the school team. It's all about the idea of ​​"it's almost enough, let it be fate", not as firm as him.

Even Zhao Yibai didn't have the idea of ​​joining the school team, but Cheng Yan dragged him, so he was just a training partner.

Cheng Yan needed to think about this question carefully, and he couldn't be careless. He didn't give an answer quickly, and Song Yu didn't rush him.

At this time, the phone rang unconsciously.

Cheng Yan touched his pocket, it was his father's call, and asked him why he hadn't come back yet, Cheng Yan said he would go back soon, and his father said he would come to pick him up.

"Okay... I'll send you the address." Cheng Yan agreed. It was raining, and he didn't want to run to catch the bus.

"Auntie?" Song Yu asked.

"My dad." Cheng Yan said, "He's coming to pick me up, so you go first."

Song Yu looked at him up and down, they were standing under the eaves to keep out the rain, pedestrians passed by with umbrellas, splashing small water splashes, Song Yu said: "Why don't you invite me to sit down?"

In the past, when Cheng Yan came home, he would definitely invite Song Yu to play at home for a while. What would he think? He wished that Song Yu could spend his time at his house. Cheng Yan felt ashamed when Song Yu said such a sentence out of the blue. didn't say anything.

"It's not... convenient." Cheng Yan said, "My mother gets off work late, and no one knows how to cook, so..."

"Then shall I invite you to my house?" Song Yu said suddenly.Cheng Yan seldom went to Song Yu's house, almost never, he only knew that Song Yu lived in his aunt's house.

Cheng Yan hesitated and said: "My dad is already here." It means that he doesn't want to spend more time with Song Yu.

His refusal was so obvious that Song Yu didn't want to expose it, and he didn't force him, but he just thought it was a bit ridiculous. People who used to get so close are now bothering to get close.

Song Yu didn't speak anymore, which made Cheng Yan very embarrassed. He wanted to find a reason to explain, but when the words reached his lips, he called back. They were not just friends. He believed that Song Yu understood him, understood that he didn't want to be with him Reasons to spend more time together or even alone together.

After a while, Cheng Yan's father arrived, and it was not easy to find Cheng Yan. After struggling for a while, Cheng's father opened the window and saw Cheng Yan walking towards him. Dad Cheng shouted loudly: "Song Yu?"

"Uncle Cheng." Song Yu stood in the distance and smiled politely, while Cheng Yan got into the car under his nose without stopping at all.

"When did you come back?" Dad Cheng chatted with Song Yu from the air, so Cheng Yan had to observe Song Yu's reaction.

"It's been a while since I came back, and I haven't visited you." Song Yu said.

"Cheng Yan didn't tell me. It's been a long time since I came. It's raining heavily. Uncle will see you off."

"No, I'm not far away, I can go back by taxi."

Cheng Yan was sitting in the back, he didn't lower the car window, and looked at Song Yu through the window, but from Song Yu's perspective, he could only see a cold black window mirror.

"Oh, okay, that uncle is gone, be careful."

"Well, Uncle Cheng, be careful on the road." Song Yu said politely.

Dad Cheng raised the car window, he couldn't park the car for too long, and someone behind him was urging him with a horn.

The windows gradually go up and the tires slide slowly.

Cheng Yan watched Song Yu's figure retreating outside the window. He stood tall in the rain, his black sportswear looked particularly gloomy, and his figure was lonely. He stared at his window sill, as if he was still sizing him up from a distance until he completely disappeared. in my pupils.

Cheng Yan leaned on the backrest behind him, and exhaled a long breath, which sounded like a sigh and a breath of relief.

"Didn't I hear you say that Song Yu came back?" The father was curious in front, watching his son's every move through the rearview mirror.

"I just found out." Cheng Yan explained without blushing.

"That kid was born well," Dad said at the front, "he's tall and handsome, he really deserves to be your mother's dream girl."

"Okay Dad, you still remember this." Song Yu came to his house before, and Cheng Yan was taken aback by his mother's greeting. He had never seen his mother treat others so warmly. Zhao Yibai came That's all. Afterwards, Cheng Yan found out that Song Yuchang was focusing on his fucking aesthetics, and bluntly said that Song Yu was her dream lover. After being teased by his father, his mother said in a daze that this is what she wanted to have.

Cheng Yan was very speechless, and didn't know what made his mother dissatisfied with him, but his parents always liked other people's sons, and his own baby was full of problems.

"Why didn't you ask him to come and sit at home?" Dad Cheng added: "Your mother will be happy."

Cheng Yan said: "Come on, why should I invite other people's children to sit at home? Wouldn't it be fun not to find something for myself?"

Then he heard his father laughing from the front.

"I'll go to the supermarket with me later and buy a pack of cigarettes." His father was a heavy smoker, but it was a pity that his son was in cahoots with him and protected him.

Cheng Yan said, "Didn't you just buy it the day before yesterday?"

"It's already finished in the company," his father said, "After buying the old Tibetan place, don't let your mother know."

"Hush money." Cheng Yan stretched out his hand.

"Here." His dad threw him a red bill, like sending off a beggar.

Cheng Yan put it in his arms skillfully and rested on it, but when he turned his head and eyes, he saw someone.

Is that... Zhao Yibai?

Didn't he go to his aunt's house?