waste heat

Chapter 4

Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai were still on the way, otherwise they would not have gone to the same place since elementary school. The two neighborhoods are close to each other. Zhao Yibai first sent Cheng Yan to the elevator, and then walked away slowly. Cheng Yan They didn't say anything to thank them. They have a relationship that started when they were young. If you ask them to say thank you or something, it will kill the other party.

When the elevator arrived, Cheng Yan moved in, and there was a person standing inside, who was about to go out, seeing that Cheng Yan was inconvenient, he reached out to help, Cheng Yan thanked him in advance, but he didn't bother others, he jumped in by himself after walking three or two steps, Thank you twice to the person at the door.

Cheng Yan pressed a floor number, it was quite high, and the elevator was fast enough, so it didn't take long, and the message in his hand arrived before it was sent.

When the door was opened, there was a smell of oily smoke rushing into Cheng Yan's nostrils. Cheng Yan said "I'm going", took a step back, pinched his nose and looked towards the kitchen. He didn't know what was going on inside, he shouted :"mom?"

There was no response, Cheng Yan increased the decibel: "Mom!"

At this time, a rough male voice came from the kitchen: "Your mother is not at home."

Cheng Yan frowned and jumped to the door of the kitchen, and looked inside with the door frame, feeling very bad: "What are you doing, Dad?"

When did Cheng Yan see his dad enter the kitchen? The sun came out from the west today?Manager Cheng has cooked all the food himself?

His father also wore a small apron, which was exactly his mother's skirt with a floral pattern. Not to mention it was so funny on his old man. Cheng Yan looked up and down, trying not to laugh, and heard him say: "Your mother I have to work overtime today, I don’t know when I will be back, so ask me to cook for you.”

"Just order a takeaway." Cheng Yan entered the kitchen, picked up a cucumber that his father had washed, and stood aside to take a bite and watch his father's novice operation.

"I thought so too, but your mother insisted on asking me to cook, saying that you couldn't eat those because of your broken leg. Look, you bought all the side dishes. Your mother is careful."

These days after Cheng Yan's fall, he has been eating the so-called mother's nutritious recipes. The cucumbers, eggs, ribs, and bacon his mother bought are full of nutrition. It's no wonder that he is so good among his peers. Physical fitness and size, with his mother's meticulous care, a hobbit can grow into a giant with well-developed limbs.

Cheng's mother firmly believes that food has a huge impact on the body, and she is a good expert in diet control. No one in the family should try to steal snacks. Cheng Yan's physical fitness is not covered, and half of the credit is due to his mother.

"Tsk," Dad saw him nibbling on a cucumber, so he pushed him outside, "Go out and stand, it's in the way."

Cheng Yan bouncingly stood at the door.

"Dad, have you turned on the range hood, the smell is choking to death." This smell will be cursed when his mother comes back after a while.

"It's on, I don't know where it hasn't been fixed, I haven't seen it like this when your mother is cooking."

"Let me take a look." Cheng Yan jumped in again, checked, but found nothing wrong, "It's all right."

"Let me just say it," Dad said, "It's impossible not to open it. It must be due to the end of its lifespan. Take the time to change it."

Cheng Yan went out.

"How was your game?" Dad asked about it.

Cheng Yan got up early today and went to school. It turned out that there was a fake one. He didn't need to run to school. He couldn't do anything like this, but he insisted on going, who can stop him?

Zhao Yibai came to pick him up, and the elders couldn't tie him up.

Cheng Yan replied uninterestedly: "I lost."

Dad: "Lost again?"

And the word is very magical, Cheng Yan borrowed the words of the dog friend: "I was blown up."

Dad looked back at him: "That team again?"

Cheng Yan said, "Class Two."

Dad: "Yes, these wild people, did you shave your heads?"

Cheng Yan said, "That's not true."

Dad smiled: "They haven't lost, have they?"

Cheng Yan: "It's true to fight us."

It's embarrassing to say it, but that's the truth, and Cheng Yan can't help it. Looking back, the records of the second class and the second class are definitely in the form of negative numbers. The second class has never lost, and the third class has never won.

Dad nodded: "Steady, if you lose to them every game, you are also steady."

"Director Cheng, don't bring such sabotage."

Cheng's father shook his head and sighed, what a pity and pity.

The doorbell rang at this moment, and his father raised his chin to ask him to open the door. Cheng Yan suspected that his mother had come back. As expected, the mother outside was standing outside the door with a bag and vegetables on her back. Looking up, she was quite surprised to see it was Cheng Yan. "It's so early this time?"

Mom entered the door, and Cheng Yan closed the door behind her.

"I don't have class, and I came back after the game. You didn't bring the key?" Cheng Yan took the dish in his mother's hand, and flipped through the dishes. He sorted out the ingredients that were not to his taste and stuffed them in the refrigerator.

"Your dad is at home, I'll take the trouble," his mother raised her head, "What does it smell like?"

Cheng Yan pointed to the kitchen and complained: "Mom, go in quickly, my dad wants to fry the kitchen."

"Old Cheng, old Cheng." My mother hurried inside after changing her shoes, and took care of the housework, not letting his novice dad do anything wrong in the kitchen, Cheng Yan went back to her room.

Cheng Yan's small room is not spacious, and it is very difficult to buy a house here. You can't expect to have a lot of space for him, but fortunately, it is enough to stretch your legs. The decoration of the room is very simple, and parents also look at him A boy didn't tidy up his house carefully, so Cheng Yan pasted up a few posters of basketball stars himself, set up a computer desk, and hung a good-quality basketball that was given to him on his birthday on the wall.

Cheng Yan always touches it when he comes back, and does not play tricks on his hands. Different prices make different sounds. In fact, the sound of each basketball is different. Experienced people can judge the quality of the basketball material by listening to the sound. Bad, this one of his is very rare, usually not taken out to play, sometimes just patted on the balcony by himself, to enjoy the two-handed addiction.

Today, as usual, he took it out and dropped it twice. He had to wipe off the dust after taking pictures that were not so meticulous, and then habitually twirled his fingertips a few times before he was done.

It seems to be a routine, and it seems to be an unavoidable habit.

He threw the basketball into the frame on the wall, sat down on the bed, untied the shoelace, and stepped on the injured foot on the edge of the bed. Pay too much attention, but pay attention to the tattoo under the bruise.

There are tattoos on Cheng Yan's ankles. They were tattooed a long time ago. They are usually covered by football socks or stockings in a particularly conspicuous place. No one knows about this area. Even his parents only recently I know, it can be seen how well he hid it. He was also afraid that his parents would scold him, so he kept hiding it until he fell and was injured, so he couldn't die. He fell on his tattooed leg. Ben found out, gave him a lesson, and asked him to find time to wash.

Damn, he has been at odds with teachers all his life, one wants to cut his hair, the other wants him to get his tattoos done, who is to blame?He doesn't do serious business at such a young age, so it's no wonder that the teacher stares at him all day long.

He picked up the socks, covered them, and stopped admiring them. At this moment, the phone rang, and Cheng Yan connected it. Guan Di's call, and a shocking news exploded in his ears: "Look at the group, watch the group, watch the group .”

Hang up when you're done.

As if he was afraid of delaying his watching the group, he told him several times.

Cheng Yan opened the class group, good guy, the news of 99+, this building is high enough, he climbed to the top floor with one click, the first item of the topic:

[Nimma, I didn't know until Song Yu came back. 】

[Did you just know?I saw it at the sports meeting, with Xiao Mao and the others. 】

[Damn, what a fart I saw. 】

[It's understandable for a girl to care about Song Yuqing, but what kind of shit do you guys care about? 】

[here @李笑笑]

【@Zhang Zihao】

[Do something? 】

Further down, a lot of people in the class were booing, Li Xiaoxiao was @ come out, but Zhang Zihao was nowhere to be seen, just watch Li Xiaoxiao chatting with the melon eaters in the group, telling them not to talk nonsense, it’s nothing , I don’t know if there is, everyone said that Li Xiaoxiao likes Song Yu.

In Chengnan High School, the name Song Yu made people love and hate it. The girls liked it blatantly, but the boys' jealousy could only be secretly poked. Song Yu is a graduating class. "Big brother", the group of people who can't be offended, how many years have they been in this school?In terms of age, connections, size, and combat effectiveness, they all have the oppressiveness of a graduating class, and they don't want to mess around before provoking the group of seniors.

They can also play tricks and talk about Song Yu's bad behavior in the group.

[Is Song Yu your father?Holding him like this? 】

[@汤嘉乐, are you talking about your mother and me? 】

【666, I suggest talking to Song Yu here. 】

[I didn't miss a single word up to the front. 】

[The little prince is amazing. 】

[Quickly pick 6 for the little prince! 】

Cheng Yan watched the situation in the group gradually going astray, and didn't have any particularly big reaction. They were at the most impulsive age, there were one or two small groups in the class, and they were called by the teacher many times, not only boys, but also girls The same is true, there are gentle class girls like Li Xiaoxiao, and crazy social girls like Gao Ling. A class contains a variety of personalities, which is what everyone thinks is unique during adolescence.

After Cheng Yan watched the whole process, he sent a private message to Guan Di, asking him what is his purpose?Let him watch the fight?

[Guan Di: I want you to watch the second-handed little prince, I laughed so hard, I can pretend too much, and he also said that he has a brother who is outside the school]

Cheng Yan gave him a smiling but silent expression.

[Guan Di: Brother Hao, what are you doing? Why didn’t you show your face?]

[Cheng Yan: Do you know that he didn't privately message Li Xiaoxiao? 】

【Guan Di: It's still your show】

【Cheng Yan: He's too pissy】

After that, Cheng Yan didn't talk to Guan Di anymore, and the big drama in the class group was still going on, but he put down his phone early, and only took Tang Jiale's words as the wind in his ears, and it disappeared as soon as it blew.

Dare to come to the front?

There are always people who think that they can offend the bosses of the senior year.

If you don't know each other, Cheng Yan will avoid this person thousands of miles away like other students, for no reason, just thinking that if there is a conflict, he can leave a dead body for himself.

Song Yurun was not only emotional.

Cheng Yan was about to put down his phone when news came in that a friend applied for a profile picture of an anime boy, and he agreed in a daze.

The other party greeted him.

Cheng Yan [? 】;

The other party [Are you Cheng Yan? 】;

Cheng Yan【I'm busy when I talk about things】;

The other party [I heard that you know Song Yu];

Cheng Yan cut straight to the point, didn't even know who the other party was, and didn't want to chat [What's the matter with you? 】;

The other party [small matter, can I ask you for a favor? 】

Still not talking about things, procrastinating, Cheng Yan endured a wave of irritability, chatted with the other party for a few more words, and finally got to the point.

The other party [that... I want you to pass on the love letter for me, and I will thank you once it is done!I know that you have helped many people deliver, but I will not accept it if I deliver it myself, please, do you think it is ok?Please... I really like Song Yu, I have been in love with him for two years, bite the handkerchief.jpg. 】

He looked at the avatar and thought it was a boy, but the tone of the voice should be a girl. Cheng Yan stared at the screen, looking at the key sentence: I like Song Yu so much.

Cheng Yan and Song Yu have a very good relationship. He has always sent love letters to many people, even the girls in his class. Putting it aside, Cheng Yan felt a little pity that he put so much thought into it and got the result of such treatment, Cheng Yan said, let's take a look at it.

"You read, I listen." Song Yu said.

Then Cheng Yan helped him read a few letters, he was too embarrassed to continue with some ambiguous words, but Song Yu looked at him with interest, Cheng Yan didn't know if he was making fun of him or what.

The other party didn't wait for the answer, and kept sending messages to urge them, and all kinds of words of thanks came up, fearing that Cheng Yan would disagree.

The screen illuminated Cheng Yan's dull eyes, and he mechanically typed back 【Sorry, I can't help with this job】;

The other party [ah, why is this, just begging once, is it my way of thanking you that is not good?What do you need or...]

Cheng Yan interrupted the other party [I have nothing to do with him now. 】

He doesn't really want to help, he used to help against his will, but now he's fine, he doesn't need to help at all.

What should Song Yu think of him now?

The person who sent me a love letter actually has a crush on me?His image in Song Yu's place probably has no bottom line.

I can't protect myself, so how can I help?

Cheng Yan turned off the phone, threw it aside, and did not reply to Song Yu's clamorous emotions about another crush.