waste heat

Chapter 87

The time to see Song Yu is getting less and less. Since that night, the two have basically never met in private. Cheng Yan doesn't want to disturb Song Yu's sprint for the college entrance examination. Song Yu also cares about the results of the college entrance examination. Yan himself also got busy, reviewing and competing were enough to fill his life.

Promising Song Yu to play his best, Cheng Yan withdrew from the basketball team. This incident caused a bloodbath in the class. Qu Tao and the others questioned that Cheng Yan was crazy, and they were willing to quit the school team. After leaving, no one could figure it out, they all speculated whether Cheng Yan was bullied in the school team.

Cheng Yan said no, it was just that he couldn't keep up.

In the first few days after quitting, everyone would ask Cheng Yan about quitting the school team when they saw Cheng Yan. It has only gotten better recently, and no one cares about this matter so much.

But they discovered another abnormality, Cheng Yan was reviewing!review!Even the old class said he was taken away.

Everyday life becomes three o'clock and one line, billiards hall, classroom, dormitory, Cheng Yan, who seldom goes home on weekends, has been urged by his mother many times, saying that this is still in high school. , Didn't he forget that he still has a home?

"No, Mom, I've been really busy recently."

"What are you busy with?"

"A lot of things, I will go back this week, can I talk to you then?" Cheng Yan looked up at the signboard of the store.

"You said, if you don't come back this week, I will go to the south of the city to beat you." Mom threatened, and the grievances were already deep.

Cheng Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely go back."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yan pushed open the door and walked in. The plaque of "Heiba ​​District" was still in Song style, which was very old-fashioned. The two glass doors could see the elegant interior. Cheng Yan looked around after entering the door. The classic-style decoration inside is attractive. This is the first time he has been to a professional ball room. Every table, club, and ball on the table in the spacious room are standard. The people are also very qualified, and everyone talks in a low voice. , There is a uniformed front desk at the bar, and when someone comes in, he stands up and smiles and nods.

"Hello."

The image of the front desk is gentle and the voice is melodious, like the professional rules behind it, providing customers with an excellent environment, professional equipment and services.

"Hello," Cheng Yan covered the bar with one hand, "I would like to ask, is it possible to sign up for the billiards competition in the province?"

"Yes, that's right, are you here to sign up? Which one are you going to sign up for?"

"This year's autumn preliminaries."

"Oh okay," the front desk took out a pen and paper and a form, "Please fill in your information."

Cheng Yan took the pen and paper, and filled in his contact information, home address, name, and age.

"Just grown up," the receptionist looked at the registration form and asked with a soft smile, "Are you still in school?"

"Well, sophomore." Cheng Yan replied.

"Have you ever participated in a competition before?"

"No, this is the first time." If it wasn't for hearing about it, Cheng Yan wouldn't even know that you can sign up here.

The lady at the front desk said: "Then I need to introduce the process to you. We are one of the most professional golf rooms in the province. There are ten registration qualifications. The registration form filled out now does not represent the final result. Before participating in the competition, Heiba ​​will hold three competitions by itself, and through these three competitions, the remaining ten winners can participate in the provincial qualifiers, is it understandable?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "When will these three games be held?"

"It is written under the registration form. If you fill out the registration form, we will also send you a text message two days before the weekly competition. Just show up here. If you don't show up, it will be regarded as an automatic waiver. Registration qualification It will also be invalidated, and no second registration is allowed, please be informed.”

"Okay, thank you." Cheng Yan returned the completed registration form.

"I hope you are lucky. If you are selected, you will get a bonus. We black people are not stingy, and the boss is very generous."

Cheng Yan smiled, he was not very obsessed with the bonus, but it was better than nothing, he nodded, thanked the front desk, and left the professional ball room.

After leaving the ball room, Zhao Yibai called him.

Ask him where he has been.

Cheng Yan: "Go back immediately."

He didn't tell Zhao Yibai any more, now that he can sink down and do everything at hand seriously, this time it's not a joke, but serious with a bright future.

Cheng Yan returned to school, and several people skipped class for evening self-study. Today, the English teacher was in charge of the class, and the English teacher was not strict. Many students were not afraid of him, so they found an excuse and ran away. Zhang Teng and Guan Di must have gone Zhao Yibai didn't go to the Internet cafe, but stayed in the classroom and fell asleep.

After he woke up, he was surprised to see Cheng Yan was still working on the problem, so he poked him on the back and said, "Is it fun?"

Cheng Yan was puzzled: "What?"

Zhao Yibai looked at the textbooks spread out on his desk, "Title."

Cheng Yan held up a pen and said, "It's very boring."

Zhao Yibai: "Then do it?"

Cheng Yan said: "Too much time has been wasted, and there is not much time left for me."

"Is it because of Song Yu?" Zhao Yibai asked with his chin propped up, "He's about to take the college entrance examination, which affects you as well."

"No, no," Cheng Yan said, "It's his future if he succeeds in the exam, and it's my future if I pass the exam. Whether he does well or not in the future has nothing to do with me. I control my own destiny."

Cheng Yan soberly said that the books in his hand belonged to junior high school, not from the past two years. Some things had to be made up, and he needed to use the previous reference books. Book?"

Zhao Yibai said as it should: "How could I have it? You can ask Li Xiaoxiao, I think everyone in the front row will have it."

Cheng Yan looked around, and the top students in his class were all in the first three rows.

"But speaking of it, what are you going to do?" Cheng Yan said, "Don't you want to work hard?"

"Me?" Zhao Yibai pointed at himself, "Don't be kidding, I'm different from you, I'm really not a book material."

He grew up with Cheng Yan, Zhao Yibai is not good at many things that Cheng Yan is good at, he feels that he is an ordinary person, Cheng Yan is still different from him, it is good for him to see Cheng Yan is awakened now, he He is very smart and has a solid foundation, but he has never been able to use it for serious business, but what about himself?He has not laid a solid foundation since he was a child, which makes it difficult for him to learn now.

Nine years of compulsory education, only sprinting in the last year, it is basically impossible to win. I have missed so many years of knowledge, and it is only deceptive to suddenly make up for it. If you want to really turn against the wind, you must have the same skills as Cheng Yan. Make up quickly, or pray that you will pass all the questions in the college entrance examination, and the last one left, that is a miracle.

Obviously, Zhao Yibai doesn't have any of these three types, and many people in the school don't have them, so those who are sleeping too much now, and those who go out to surf the Internet and skip classes, are all the same as Zhao Yibai, knowing that they are hopeless.

"I can accompany you," Cheng Yan said, "I'm just making up for the past. We are together, what's the problem..."

"Don't don't, brother, please, please, just toss yourself, don't try to save me," Zhao Yibai made a prayer gesture: "Let me go, this little fish."

Everyone has their own choices. Although their minds are not particularly mature now, they should know the importance of the college entrance examination. Whether they are willing to work hard is their own choice. Some people needless to say, needless to say, have been working hard silently Pursuing goals, such as Song Yu, some people may not regret not working hard until they enter the society, in the difficult job hunting, and in the pressure of life.

Outsiders can't persuade the latter. Bitterness before sweetness and sweetness before bitterness have always been choices that can only be decided by oneself.

Talking is useless.

In the middle of the get out of class, Cheng Yan asked Li Xiaoxiao to borrow materials. Li Xiaoxiao was very surprised and said with a smile, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Cheng Yan said: "Well, is there?"

Shen Yun on the side waved her arm high: "Lookme! I have it! The third grade one, right? I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Cheng Yan's problem was solved, and he said, "Thank you."

Passing by a male classmate's desk, Cheng Yan was stopped, and the male classmate whispered: "Does Shen Yun like you?"

Cheng Yan slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense."

The male classmate laughed.

Evening self-study was over, Zhang Teng and Guan Di hadn't come back yet, there were only three people in the dormitory, Zhao Yibai also came, he didn't go back today, saying he was coming to squeeze with Cheng Yan.

"You go to bed first." Cheng Yan spread the books on the table, and the others were startled, did they bring books with them when they returned to the dormitory?

"Cheng Yan, are you playing inward scrolling?" Qu Tao couldn't stand it anymore and said, the atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly went up to a new level, and he didn't dare to be artificial.

"No," Cheng Yan couldn't explain it. Everyone saw his abnormal behavior recently. At first, he thought he was a 3-minute heat, but after many days, he was still the same. Cheng Yan said: "The book I just found .”

"One evening self-study is not enough for you to make up for?" Qu Tao picked up the book on the table and made a look of admiration: "In the words of the old class, you are really taken away, what's the matter? Which university did you go to? "

Zhao Yibai took the book back, threw it on the table, and said with support, "Go away."

Qu Tao laughed loudly, took the basin and towel, and was ready to go to the bathroom.

Cheng Yan sat down and looked up at Zhao Yibai, "Have you brought any clothes? My water is stuck here, here you go with them."

"I just want to see how crazy you can go." Zhao Yibai held the iron ladder by his side, and looked at Cheng Yan with great interest, "Song Yu's charm is so great, it can make you, a bandit, turn from evil to good. "

Cheng Yan smiled at him, did not refute, but said happily: "It's amazing."

Zhao Yibai snapped his fingers, "Okay, I lost to you, work hard, I hope to see your name on the Qingbei list."

"I also hope that there will be green smoke from my ancestral grave." Cheng Yan responded, and Zhao Yibai went out with his things. Studying is very boring and boring, but once you have a goal, the vision of the future will offset your current fatigue.

After Zhao Yibai went out, Song Yu happened to call, and there was no third person in the dormitory, so Cheng Yan answered it.

"Hey."

The number of meetings became less and less, and the mobile phone became an indispensable means of communication between the two. The evening self-study of the third year of high school was a bit longer than that of other grades, and Song Yu's meeting was not over yet.

"Go back to the bedroom?"

Because of the decrease in the number of meetings, Cheng Yan even cherished his voice, leaning on his chair, he replied, "I'm back."

Song Yudao: "I just went to study by myself at night."

Cheng Yan looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, "You haven't come back yet?"

Song Yudao: "I'm on the road now, very tired."

"Oh," Cheng Yan reported: "Let me tell you something, I went to sign up for the billiards competition today, I don't know if I will be selected, but I have to play a confrontation match in the ball room first, and the top ten are eligible."

"When is the game?"

"At the end of the month, I read on the registration form that the first match is on the 29th."

"29," Song Yu thought for a while, "Maybe I don't have time that day."

"It's okay, I'll go by myself."

"What are you talking about? I'll go with you." Song Yu's reason was: "In the first match, I'll follow you."

Cheng Yan hoped that he would come, he hoped that he would be there for every game, just like Song Yu hoped that Cheng Yan would be by his side during his basketball games.

"Okay, there is one more thing to report," Cheng Yan said, "Zhao Yibai slept with me today."

Cheng Yan didn't need to discuss this with Song Yu. He and Zhao Yibai grew up together. After knowing each other for so long, they are no different from brothers. Song Yu must have no objection to this matter. He just let him know. Knowing that Song Yu really minded.

Song Yu didn't reply immediately, but expressed his dissatisfaction with a rhetorical question: "Can't he share a bed with someone else?"

Cheng Yan didn't react, blinked, and explained: "He plays best with me."

"I don't know if you have a partner?"

"But I have no other relationship with him, we are the kind of very pure, very pure..."

"I don't want to listen anymore, I don't want to listen anymore."

Cheng Yan said anxiously: "Listen to me, it's really not..."

"Don't listen," Song Yu said, "Come down."

"Ah?" Cheng Yan couldn't catch up with his thoughts.

"Come down, I want to beat you."

Cheng Yan stood up obediently, tidied up and said, "Okay."

Song Yu over there chuckled: "You're just kidding, come down and take you to have a late-night snack."

The corners of Cheng Yan's lips curled up, he opened the door and walked out, and replied softly: "I know."