hang out

During school hours, the snack street is filled with joking and schoolbag-carrying students, and there is a small queue in front of each stall.All kinds of smoky aromas are mixed together, and the deep breath is the breath that makes this group of children happy after a day of schoolwork.

Standing in front of the roasted cold noodle stall, You Zhaoyu didn't concentrate on queuing up. He kept looking towards the entrance of the snack street, completely waiting for someone to appear.

Yan Zizheng saw You Zhaoyu from a long distance, walked over and said, "What are you looking at here, and you plan to follow Gong Yue again?"

After hesitating, You Zhaoyu said, "I didn't wait for her."

"Then who are you waiting for?"

"What...what am I waiting for, I can't eat a cold noodle, me."

Lin Jinglei had been going straight to this cold noodle stall since he entered the snack street. Seeing how many people were queuing up, his face was full of disappointment, and he didn't listen to what the two people next to him said.

"Aren't you going to class? Why are you here?" You Zhaoyu asked, changing the subject.

Yan Zizheng glanced at Lin Jinglei who was queuing up and said, "We have to eat something."

After saying this, he asked, "Are you not in a hurry?"

You Zhaoyu smiled and said, "What am I in a hurry for?"

Yan Zizheng took two steps forward and pulled Lin Jinglei, who had passed the end of the line, into front of Yu Zhaoyu, and then pulled Yu Zhaoyu out: "Then you line up again, and we will rush away."

"Hey..." You Zhaoyu, who was forcibly withdrawn from the line, raised his middle finger at the person who walked towards the food stall diagonally across the street without looking back.

Lin Jinglei whistled at You Zhaoyu: "How about I bring you a copy?"

You Zhaoyu snorted, "Forget it, I'll arrange it myself."

So he lined up again, and waited until Lin Jinglei in front of him finished shopping and met Yan Zizheng to go together. He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Zizheng behind him, and he just pulled out two pieces of fried chicken tenderloin from his food packaging bag before letting him go, and stuffed them all in his mouth. Speech became unclear: "Let's go."

Yan Zizheng walked with Lin Jinglei towards the outside of the snack street while arranging the chicken fillets that had been attacked by Zhaoyu. Before he had traveled far, he stuffed the snack bag in his hand to Lin Jinglei, turned and walked back.

Lin Jinglei looked confused: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zizheng walked through the crowd non-stop: "Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

"What are you doing?" Lin Jinglei muttered.

He lowered his head and stared at Yan Zizheng's fried chicken fillet, and stuck a piece of it into his mouth with a bamboo skewer that he used to eat cold noodles. He shook the paper box, thinking that he should not be found.

But he couldn't stop eating, he stood there and put pieces into his mouth, until Zou Jing walked in front of him, he couldn't hide, and said lazily, "Hello, teacher."

Zou Jing looked at the child eating like a groundhog, couldn't help but nodded with a smile.I have met too many of his students along the way, and it is customary for him to nod and say hello all the way after get off work every day.

When he arrived at the downstairs of the house, he was stopped when he was about to turn up the stairs.Seeing that it was the landlord of the small restaurant downstairs, he stopped to say hello: "Brother Li."

Li Zhigang is a shabby cook who usually wears a white coat and a blue apron, but he doesn't know how to change his attire in this season. At this time, he is holding a half cigarette in his mouth. When he speaks, the smoke trembles when his lips move, and his tone is rude: " You didn’t turn off the faucet again, damn it, I almost went to your school for the water leak in the afternoon, so I had to go up and open the door to close it, can you use your brains, don’t you know to check it before going out?”

It may be that he forgot to turn it off when he came back at noon and found that the water was cut off. Zou Jing was very embarrassed and wanted to apologize, but the man in front of him who was a head shorter than him continued: "If you continue to behave like this, I don't think you should stay here. Didn't the fuck delay my business!"

This hot-tempered landlord didn't give him face once or twice. He was good at being reasonable and not forgiving. Zou Jing never cared about it. His student, he intends to nod and bow down to accompany him to nothing.

But it wasn't his throat that made the sound first.

"Can you speak politely?"

Zou Jing was startled, he knew who it was from the voice, it really was Yu Zhaoyu.

Li Zhigang wanted to discipline the young man who lived upstairs, but unexpectedly a younger man appeared, this boy was still very arrogant, he swung his arms and came over, as if he was about to rush up and punch him at any moment.

Zou Jing used his body to separate the two people who were looking at each other, and said to Li Zhigang, "Brother Li, go get busy."

After Li Zhigang entered the door, Yu Zhaoyu frowned and said, "How can you be so patient, if it were me, it would be..."

"Why?" Zou Jing interrupted, "Beat or scold?"

You Zhaoyu was choked, and he was still full of air just now, and then he froze and didn't say a word.

The man stared at the boy and said, "Apart from using these two methods to solve the problem, do you have anything else to do?"

After Zou Jing finished speaking, he walked towards the side stairs. He heard footsteps following behind him, thinking that Yu Zhaoyu had something to say, he stopped and turned around just in time to run into someone who didn't brake in time. Nostrils and said: "Is there anything else?"

"Have."

"Say."

You Zhaoyu smiled and said, "I want to tell you that I still have a solution."

Zou Jing asked, "What method?"

"Money."

Using money as a tool was probably taught by his rich father, Zou Jing couldn't deny it, turned around and went upstairs.

You Zhaoyu stood where he was, looking up at the man going up step by step. In the empty corridor, except for the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs, he was breathing completely without rhythm.

Zou Jing knew that the boy didn't leave, he walked very slowly, he was using this strange way to prolong the time alone.

"Hey!"

His raised foot stopped in the air with this sound, and he looked down.You Zhaoyu put one hand in his trouser pocket and looked up at him. From a condescending angle, he could see the neat white teeth of the boy when he spoke.

"Do you want to have dinner together?"

You Zhaoyu had never been so nervous before, the hand in his trouser pocket clenched his fist tightly, afraid that his words would be too rash, he added: "You haven't eaten, have you?"

A gust of wind swept in and messed up Zou Jing's hair and heart. Looking at the boy's expectant face, he smiled silently.

You Zhaoyu, who was waiting for an answer, felt that one second was too long, and he frowned: "What are you laughing at, are you going or not?"

Zou Jing turned around and went downstairs, much faster than when he went up: "What to eat."

Yan Zizheng went to buy a drink, and when he came back, he only had two pieces of chicken tenders left.

"Well... I'll buy you another one," Lin Jinglei said with some embarrassment, "I just wanted to taste it, but it turned out to be so delicious that I didn't stop the car."

Lin Jinglei, who spoke so carefully, made Yan Zizheng laugh, and he shook his head: "No need, let's go."

Lin Jinglei hurriedly followed: "Then you only have one Roujiamo left, are you full?"

"I'm not very hungry."

"Then I also ate the remaining two yuan."

"..."

It takes 15 minutes to take a taxi to the city center, and the taxi fare is 11 yuan.Lin Jinglei was too lazy to pay, so he got out of the car and gave Yan Zizheng a red envelope.In order to prevent the wrong amount from being sent like last time, he made sure that eleven divided by two was [-] before sending it.

The class location is on the second floor of a business service. After paying the tuition and receiving the schedule upstairs, the reception teacher sent them to the classroom.

There were already a dozen or so people in the room waiting for the class. Lin Jinglei had met almost all of them when he came for the audition last time. He raised his hand to say hello when he saw familiar faces.

The main class teacher was Nick, who was gesturing with the teaching assistant. When he turned around and saw Yan Zizheng, he smiled and said, "Your boy is here."

Yan Zizheng nodded: "I told you before."

Nick came over and said, "Are you sure you won't take advanced classes?"

According to Yan Zizheng's foundation, he could go directly to the advanced class to continue learning, but he still chose to start from the elementary class with Lin Jinglei, which made Nick not quite understand.

"I want to learn from the beginning and consolidate it," Yan Zizheng pointed to Lin Jingerli who went to change his shoes, "with my friend."

Nick laughed, patted Yan Zizheng and said, "All handsome guys are willing to play with handsome guys."

During the trial class, the teacher instructed the class to wear comfortable clothes, so Lin Jinglei specially carried sneakers in his schoolbag to replace the short boots on his feet.After changing the shoes and returning to the original place, the assistant teacher began to group them.

Most of the learning process is actual combat drills, which need to be in pairs. Those who came before have already found a partner, so Lin Jinglei and Yan Zizheng formed a group naturally.

Close combat is a hand-to-hand fight, with knees and elbows as the main attack. The techniques used are direct, fierce, and neat. It requires a good understanding of the human body and professional and high-intensity physical training to test reaction and speed. The key is to be fast and accurate. ruthless.

After Nick gave a brief self-introduction, he began to give lectures formally. He and his assistant stood in front of him to demonstrate and break down the simplest movements and moves in detail.

Lin Jinglei really wanted to learn, and he listened very carefully. When practicing every move with Yan Zizheng, he tried his best to meet the standards. He knew that Yan Zizheng had a foundation, so he didn't want to fall behind.

However, no matter how hard he tried to knock Yan Zizheng down, he failed to achieve his goal. The students around him didn't know whether they had really mastered the essentials or turned each other on.

"Put your hand here," Yan Zizheng raised his hand and poked his left shoulder, then stepped forward with his right leg, "Put your knee up, try."

Lin Jinglei tried this way, but the people in front of him did not move at all several times, he was a little discouraged, and sent his knees weakly.

Yan Zizheng saw it, and reminded: "Use force."

Lin Jinglei obediently increased his strength, but the effect was still not achieved.

Yan Zizheng stopped to demonstrate, and easily got Lin Jinglei to kneel and sit on the ground in two or three strokes.Then he squatted down and said: "Be unexpected, your movements are too slow and you will be seen as flawed, and the attack will be ineffective."

Lin Jinglei listened to Yan Zizheng's words and was not convinced in his heart. He raised his elbow in a kneeling posture and hit the chin of the person who was speaking, then pressed one of his shoulders, put his backhand around his neck, and pressed down with all his strength.

Yan Zizheng was caught off guard by Lin Jinglei's sudden action, and quickly fought back, but they rolled over on the floor together.

When Nick called to switch offense and defense, Lin Jinglei's small arm lay across Yan Zizheng's neck, crushing him to death.

"Very good," Yan Zizheng said with a smile while lying there, "it's right like this."

By the way, Lin Jinglei understood that he had the upper hand, besides his sneak attack, Yan Zizheng let him.

He looked down at Yan Zizheng, and the rapid breathing that was provoked during the tearing continued, which was at the same frequency as Yan Zizheng's chest rising and falling.

The boy's face was flushed because of his tight neck, he loosened the strength on his arm, got up and stretched out his hand.He thought that they should be considered friends now, and they were no longer at odds with each other like before, but they got along quite well.

Usually, the action of pulling people up smoothly is often seen when playing basketball or going crazy, but it has never made Lin Jinglei feel cramped like this.

I was so cramped that I was perfunctory, and I didn't dare to look at Yan Zizheng's face, and even the practice movements that were connected became slow and heavy.

Lin Jinglei's state made Yan Zizheng mistakenly think that his right leg, which was not completely healthy, was hurt, and he would deliberately avoid his right side when attacking.

An hour and a half later, they disbanded and went home. Instead of taking taxis separately, they took the same taxi and took Lin Jinglei downstairs first, and then Yan Zizheng continued to take the taxi home.

During the weekend, Lin Jinglei told Principal Lin about his leg injury and learning close combat, and instead of being scolded, he got tacit permission.Seeing him come back, Principal Lin asked how the class was going.

When Lin Jinglei changed his shoes at the door, he simply replied a few words and went back to his room. He took out the timetable from his pocket and stuck it on the wall next to the desk.

There are two sessions per week, on Monday and Friday evenings.He had never memorized the schedule so carefully, and he had never looked forward to the next class so much.

After taking a shower, he heard a new message from the phone on the table. He touched the phone and fell to the bed to check it.

"I am home."

Lin Jinglei stared at the four words on the screen in a daze. Why did he tell him that Yan Zizheng was home? He was not puzzled. What he wondered was why he felt at ease when he knew that Yan Zizheng was home.

"Damn it," he threw the phone aside and whispered into the air, "What the hell."

Yan Zizheng waited for a long time but did not get a reply from Lin Jinglei, so he opened the door of the next room to take a look when he went to wash up.

He walked in lightly, picked up the doll on the ground and put it back on the bed, covered Yan Ziqing's quilt before coming out.

Halfway through the toothbrush while washing, the phone in the pocket of the pajamas vibrated.

There was more than one vibration, it was a phone call.

After rinsing his mouth, he took out his mobile phone to answer: "What are you calling at night?"

On the opposite side was Zhaoyu's voice: "I'm on my way home."

"Why did you come home?"

You Zhaoyu laughed: "Guess who I had dinner with tonight."

Yan Zizheng snorted, "The virtue of Le Cheng is with Gong Yue?"

"Tsk, can you guess anything else besides her?"

"Is there anything else on your mind besides her?"

The phone fell silent, and the quiet Yan Zizheng thought it was disconnected.

"A Zheng, you know I can't hide things in my heart, I just want to tell you that I seem to like men."

Yan Zizheng's phone slipped to the ground, and when he bent over to pick it up, he knocked his head on the sink. He pressed his forehead and said to the phone on the ground, "Damn, are you serious?"

"Really, I'm sure."

Yan Zizheng stood up slowly: "Who is sure?"

You Zhaoyu paused word by word: "Zou Jing."