Yan Zhuo actually holds a grudge, and those he records in his notebook usually don't end well. Although Brother Yan does not have the strength and momentum of a CEO, he seems to have another kind of spirit that is necessary for a domineering CEO: whoever dares to provoke Yu Jian, he will take advantage of the cold weather to bankrupt anyone.
And in this small book, Zhan Ming is a very eye-catching name.
Now, there is an underscore under the name.
Yan Zhuo looked at the boy opposite who still looked provocative, the corners of his lips slowly raised, and he stared at it with a smile for a long time.
Um.
He's a good candidate for destruction.
The whistle sounded again and the game started again. After Zhan Ming joined the team, the opponent's dribbling and passing speed has obviously accelerated. Zhan Ming may have skipped school and practiced playing too much. Apart from other things, his skills are really not a problem. He rebounds fiercely. The shooting is also very accurate.
He was able to have the confidence to step onto the football field because he wanted to teach Yan Zhuo a lesson.
It would be best if it were a lesson that Yan Zhuo would remember for the rest of his life.
It's funny to talk about the quarrels in youth, but that's when a teenager doesn't know how to restrain his sharp edges, especially with the temperament of a school bully like Zhan Ming, if it weren't for the fact that Yan Zhuo had been practicing since he was a child, he was really good at it, and he had a He was a brother who had been ganging up since he was a child. He had already gathered people to beat up Yan Zhuo with more people defeating less people.
There was no reason why he had to fight, but he just didn't like looking at that face.
Girls in high school like to do things like the school's top rankings. Zhan Ming usually relied on this bad and bad tone to be invincible in school. He thought he had a high self-esteem, but unfortunately, he was ranked third in high school.
He could still endure being ranked behind Yu Jian. After all, Yu Jian's face was really like a flower, and Zhan Ming himself liked it very much.
But ranked behind Yan Zhuo...
The little thoughts in Zhan Ming's heart were very active, and he made up his mind to let Yan Zhuo see it.
"This way! Pass the ball!"
He waved his hand, and the basketball flew quickly in his direction. Zhan Ming immediately dribbled the ball, easily turned around a player defending him, and suddenly found a gap.
good chance!
Zhan Ming's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to dunk. But at this moment, another figure suddenly flashed before his eyes. Yan Zhuo jumped up high at some point, stretched out his arms, and with a condensed expression, he suddenly knocked the ball out of his hand.
The strength in that hand was so strong that Zhan Ming was shocked. His strength was no match for him and he stumbled suddenly. Yan Zhuo took advantage of the victory and immediately turned the momentum and rushed towards the opponent's basket.
"Back to defense! Back to defense!"
There were all kinds of screams. Zhan Ming gritted his teeth and tried to chase after him, but it was already too late. The defense under the basket was no match for Yan Zhuo, and with a crash, the ball went into the basket.
Two more points.
"Classmate Zhan is really confident in himself," Yan Zhuo said without looking back as he walked past the stunned Zhan Ming. "Normal people like us are completely incomparable."
Zhan Ming: "..."
Damn it, doesn't this mean I'm abnormal?
Anger, anger turns into a pufferfish!
"It's just a ball," Zhan Ming gritted his teeth, "You celebrated a little early."
He ran towards his teammates without looking back.
Kou Qiu, who was in the stands, looked at his attitude of not hitting the wall and never looking back, and suddenly he felt a little sympathy for the bad guy. He quietly said to the system kid: [Zha Gong probably doesn't know that Yan Zhuo's ball was taught step by step by a retired national team member...]
He also knows Yan Zhuo's first basketball teacher, and has a good relationship with the Yan and Yu families. He played for the national team for seven or eight years and created a glorious period.
With such a teacher here, if Zhan Ming insists on humiliating Yan Zhuo in basketball, he will only be humiliating himself in the end.
The system said: [Oh. 】
It got a little excited.
The next scene was basically similar to what Kou Qiu imagined. Yan Zhuo's hidden strength was fully utilized in the second half of the game. After he turned on all his firepower, the three opponents could not even guard him, let alone Zhan Ming, who was half a bucket of water.
Even Kou Qiu couldn't bear to watch it as he was sitting underneath. This was simply a unilateral killing rhythm.
The system kid was quite happy to see it. Kou Qiu had no doubt that if he put a light stick in his hand, he would be like those star-chasing little girls, shouting Yan Zhuo's name crazily and cheering for him.
In fact, the system is already doing this even without the glow sticks.
[Ahhhh, daddy is so handsome! 】
[Wow, slam dunk, pass, slam dunk! 】
Kou Qiu: [......]
He spent the entire basketball game under the cheers of the most loyal fans in the audience, and the noisy background sound basically never stopped. But when Yan Zhuo threw an extremely crisp three-pointer from near half court, the system suddenly jammed and there was no sound.
This made Kou Qiu, who was waiting to hear its crazy praise, a little uncomfortable for a while.
...what's wrong?
Why did you fail halfway?
He asked: [Ah Zai? 】
It was still quiet in my mind. After a long while, the system slowly said in a dazed tone: [Ah——]
It said: [Dad is so handsome that I can't even close my legs. 】
Senior Cadre Kou: [... Calm down, you are still a child, and he is still your father. 】
This is not in line with orthodox values and moral concepts, let alone your father and I are still standing here.
The system said: [Hehe. Dad, you don't understand, this is a recent way of praising others for being handsome. 】
Kou Qiu: [Is it...? 】
Why does this approach sound so impure at all, but instead tends to lead to associations that go against the core values of socialism?
The system sincerely digs holes for him, [Really, this is the trend of the times. 】
Unlike "call", which has been used in other fields, "so handsome that you can't close your legs together" is basically a sentence exclusive to the rice circle. The system has 100% confidence. It has never chased stars, its idol is Marx, and it usually only surfs the Internet. The host who reads the news simply does not understand the correct usage of this sentence. In order to see his little wife as soon as possible, she worked tirelessly to guide him: "If you say this, your father will be very happy." You can also say, if you are handsome, please look up to me, and lie down and let me rest for the rest of the day, which is very fashionable. 】
Maybe he will happily feed you soup on the spot, hehe.
Kou Qiu hesitated: [You said so...]
The system said: [This has the same meaning as those who are so handsome and so cool! 】
Senior cadre Kou was even more hesitant.
At this moment, the basketball game on the field also officially ended. The high school team won with a big score and raised the crude trophy high. Yanzhuo was surrounded by all the team members, whether they were girls or boys, they all swarmed around him in a noisy manner. They laughed and cheered, throwing each team member high into the air, and the jerseys and vests outside the T-shirts were removed. It's down, and it's full of people's names.
Kou Qiu sat in the stands, looking at them sweating and laughing freely, vaguely feeling that this was the epitome of youth.
He had not experienced it at the time.
Now, he finally had the opportunity to experience it for himself.
Yan Zhuo had the most people around him, but he didn't let anyone sign his name. He held his jersey and vest, turned his back to the celebrating crowd, and walked slowly in the direction of Kou Qiu. Every step he took was extremely determined, and his direction never deviated in any way. A girl stopped him on the way and tried to pass him a bottle of water with a red face, but he also reached out and refused.
It was already evening, the setting sun was like fire, and the ground was covered with golden light.
Kou Qiu looked at his figure coming against the light in a daze, and for a moment he felt like he had seen the original child. Xia Xinji was running on the track and field, the sweat on his temples was glistening with sweat, and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. Just like Yan Zhuo now, he came towards him unswervingly.
At this moment, he even had the absurd feeling of going back in time and space. Yan Zhuo's face slowly matched the face of the child in his memory, making his heart tremble.
How similar?
Brother Yan came up along the steps beside the stands and touched his head first.
"Nannan?"
"Um?"
Yan Zhuo chuckled softly and took out a marker pen from his pocket.
He handed the pen to Kou Qiu. Kou Qiu opened his eyes wide and realized that for some reason, he was more nervous than ever before, and his hands were trembling slightly, almost invisible.
"Can you write your name here?" Yan Zhuo pointed to the spot on the jersey closest to the heart, looked at Kou Qiu without blinking, and suddenly said, "My heart?"
Yan Zhuo had been waiting for this sentence for a long time and was ready to say it.
Almost from the time he woke up at the age of 16, in all his unspeakable dreams, there was only one person. When the man was pressed under the quilt, his exposed back was smooth and moist, and the two butterfly bones seemed to be able to tear through the thin skin and spread their wings to fly out. Yan Zhuo smelled the faint milky fragrance and began to understand his own thoughts.
His Nannan grew up day by day, and gradually revealed a splendor that could make everyone in the world fall in love. But now, even people like Zhan Ming can regard the baby he dotes on and loves as a target, and the eyes he looks at Nannan are full of desire that makes Yan Zhuo almost go crazy.
Yan Zhuo's sense of crisis also rose to its peak.
How could we wait any longer?
——Can't wait any longer.
So he walked through the crowd without hesitation, and sat down next to Kou Qiu against the light.
A question with courage.
Good girl.
Maybe, would you like to live in my heart completely?
...
Rounding things off, this can almost be seen as a confession.
The system bastard exploded almost instantly, [Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhh! 】
Confess your love! Confess your love! ! !
Kou Qiu's eyes widened, he smiled at first, and then couldn't help but become wet all of a sudden - after today, he could already confirm that this was the lover who had been following him for so many worlds. After so many long lifetimes, my lover still comes like this, stepping on the light.
In his heart, he couldn't help but breed more expectations and hopes.
The system brat is still screaming, [Ah ah ah, these earthy love words are written in my heart - I do, I do! 】
If Mosaic told it that, it would probably be very happy!
Kou Qiu: [...What use do you want it for? 】
System: [...Yes. 】
This section is not about Mosaic and its drama.
It's so sad.
Yan Zhuo was still looking into his eyes. When Kou Qiu raised his head, he could see many emotions in those eyes that were like the deep sea. They were beating against the shore like waves, beating up the white foam layer by layer. . Kou Qiu looked in and felt as if he had stepped into the sea.
He keeps falling.
"Nannan," Yan Zhuo repeated softly, with a focused expression, "are you willing?"
The beating in his chest became hotter and faster, and Kou Qiu's eyes suddenly turned red, and then he arched his eyebrows and smiled. He held the marker firmly in his hand and wrote his name on the chest. He didn't write about Yu Jian, and he couldn't write about Kou Qiu. What he wrote was Nannan.
Yanzhuo's legs were shaking a little. He licked his lips and whispered: "Nannan..."
At this moment, they all saw something round and reflective, a big one, falling out of Kou Qiu's eye socket quickly.
Yan Zhuo: "???"
Kou Qiu: "???"
What the hell is this?
There happened to be a girl coming up from the steps next to me, as if she wanted to get something. Yan Zhuo's mind was numb, and he reached out his hand almost subconsciously and took the round thing into his hand.
The surface is hard and smooth, and it seems to be warm when pressed in the palm of your hand.
He quietly hid the thing more tightly, moved closer, and was silent for a while, then stood up and pulled Kou Qiu.
"go back?"
Kou Qiutou was still confused and said subconsciously: "Okay."
The two returned to the dormitory, but luckily none of their roommates came back. Yan Zhuo locked the door temporarily, and then took out the round object from his sweaty palm - under the light, it reflected an extremely delicate white luster, trailing a small, half-moon-shaped remnant. film.
Senior cadre Kou: "..."
Yan Zhuo: "..."
No matter from which angle you look at it, it looks like a pearl.
...
Wow.
Kou Qiu subconsciously reached out and touched his eye sockets, feeling that his outlook on life had been refreshed again.
Tears can turn into pearls, seriously?
Yan Zhuo obviously had doubts about this, and after a long silence he said, "Nannan, do you want to try again?"
Kou Qiu said: "Okay."
He also wanted to verify it, but now, he couldn't cry at all.
How can I cry?
This is a big problem.
From the system's point of view, this is simply a question for kindergarten children, "You ask your father to pinch you until it hurts and you cry, isn't that enough?" 】
But Yan Zhuo was obviously very distressed. Looking at the marshmallow-like white and soft skin, when his fingertips touched it, it turned into a gentle caress, which was even stronger than his strength.
It's strange that he can cry like this. Kou Qiu is now a serious member of the Communist Youth League, not a princess and the pea who needs twelve layers of mattresses.
The system gave another solution, [You really don't cry much usually, but you always cry when you are fed soup. 】
To a certain extent, this can almost be seen as a compliment to Yan Zhuo.
But the veteran cadre Kou refused forcefully and without any hesitation: "How can that be done?" ! 】
The system is a little confused, why can't it work?
They are already an old couple, and it's not like the eldest girl is getting on the sedan chair. We've seen the sun, and we've seen heavy rains. If we continue like this, we'll end up with a typhoon. What's there to be embarrassed about?
Senior cadre Kou's face was also a little red. He coughed and said seriously: "It just can't be done." 】
The system waits for him to give a reason.
After holding it in for a long time, Kou Qiu said: [I am not yet 18 years old. This is not in line with the core values of socialism...]
system:【......】
Okay, okay.
oA few kings.
The two of them discussed and discussed but couldn't do anything. In the end, Yan Zhuo was decisive and used his data to find the video online and started playing it for Kou Qiu to watch.
The title is also very eye-catching: Keeping History in Mind, Looking to the Future - On the bloody and tearful development history of the Chinese nation in modern times.
Kou Qiu moved a bench and sat in the bathroom to watch. After watching for a while, the tears began to crackle and flow down - it was really crackling, not an exaggeration. Yan Zhuo felt distressed when he saw it, and held a washbasin for him underneath. He wiped the corners of the boy's eyes and said, "Nannan, you're not sad, ah"
Kou Qiu choked up louder.
"When I think about it," he said with tears in his eyes, "when I think about so many comrades who sacrificed their lives for the beautiful environment that I live in now, I just..."
The originally translucent teardrops turned into hard, snow-white pearls the moment they fell out, and fell into the basin with a bang.
"I understand." Yan Zhuo pressed him into his arms, and the pearls rolled down his chest, but he didn't care to pick them up. He only held the person he had loved for more than ten years, lovingly Whisper repeatedly, "I understand."
Wang Dong at the door pushed the door open and failed to enter the dormitory.
It was locked inside.
"What's the situation?" Li He, who was following him, looked confused. He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Yan Zhuo, "Are they back? Why did they lock the door properly?"
He pressed the key and was about to dial it out, but Wang Dong suddenly stopped him.
"Listen," Wang Dong looked serious, "Listen, what is this sound?"
"..."
Li He also pricked up his ears to listen. After listening carefully for a long time, he finally distinguished a strange and ethereal crying sound. The sound seemed to be filled with fog, hazy, not like a human being, but more like some unknown musical instrument being played.
There is an indescribable attraction.
Li He couldn't help but take a step closer, and didn't react until his nose hit the wall. He touched his red nose and said, "Is someone crying in our dormitory?"
Wang Dong suddenly shuddered, and then his eyes suddenly changed.
Damn it! Damn it!
Are you so open? Can you make people cry in the dormitory? !
He reacted immediately, pulled Li He back a step, and said with a dry smile: "I, I remembered, Yan Zhuo said he wanted to come back to take a shower first. Maybe he accidentally closed the door, let's come back later. "
Li He: "...Brother Dong?"
This is also where we sleep.
Wang Dong pulled him aside desperately, "Let's go to them to study and ask for advice."
Li He innocently pointed out: "But the two top students in our class are both in our room."
And, "What on earth is going on with this crying sound? Are you sure you don't want to go in and take a look?"
Wang Dong thought to himself what else could be going on, the dry wood, the fierce fire, the clouds, the rain, and the chrysanthemums all over the Wushan Mountains were hurt. He had watched so many innocent little movies, and he had already understood clearly in his heart that this was all about fun. Crying at this time will definitely play a very important role in social harmony.
But this kind of thing obviously cannot be said to a beautiful young man like Li He who knows nothing.
In order to protect his roommate's views, Wang Dong had no choice but to say: "...Maybe he's watching a movie."
Li He said, "But you just said you were taking a shower?"
Wang Dong: "..."
No more.
Gotta hold it in.
He could only look at Li He with bright eyes and asked, "Have you heard of such a story?"
After a while, Li He, who was standing at the door listening to the story, was frightened to tears by the ghost story "There is a female ghost crying in the door". Wang Dong was victorious and immediately dragged his roommate, who was a big light bulb, away, "Let's go quickly. The yang energy next door is so strong that they don't dare to come."
At the same time, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
...really.
He thought bitterly, he is gay, how come he doesn't know how to clean up the mess?
It was so heartbreaking for him, a straight man who accidentally broke it.
When the door opened and the two came back, Wang Dong quietly observed, and Kou Qiu's eyes were indeed bright red. It is originally white, but with these two red eyes, it looks more like a raised rabbit. Wang Dong had slept with him for three years, and Kou Qiu was young, so he really regarded him as a younger brother. So when he saw Kou Qiu looking like he couldn't bear it, he turned around and suggested to Yan Zhuo with serious words: "Take it easy." "
Yan Zhuo was still holding the towel he was going to put on Kou Qiu's face, and he seemed a little surprised.
What should you keep?
Wang Dong also gave him the Feizhai Happy Water he just bought, "Here, take it."
Yan Zhuo was confused.
"What are you giving me this for?"
What else can you do? Wang Dong thought to himself, look at this man, he is really inconsiderate, "Why don't you shrink your business in advance?"
Yanzhuo put down the Coke and couldn't understand it at all.
Wang Dong had no choice but to speak more clearly, "It's your big business worth hundreds of millions and 20 centimeters long!"
Yan Zhuo felt like he understood, but also like he didn't understand at all.
"Drink more," Wang Dong said, his words filled with worries like an old father's. "Kill those hundreds of millions, and don't worry about anything. Yu Jian - I'm a senior in high school, and I usually have to sit for a long time, you know. ?"
Yan Zhuo: "..."
No, no, just wait a moment.
Is there something wrong?