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The relationship between Xiang Linnan and Gao Gelin was guessed by Lin Jinglei. In order to get in touch with the deity as soon as possible, he came to find Gao Gezhao purely by luck.

He even thought of the reason for Xiang Linnan's debts. It was a tragedy that a poor boy fell in love with a rich family's daughter and did not hesitate to borrow a large sum of money to maintain his daily emotional expenses.

Lin Jinglei had stood by this gate last semester, and his opening lines hadn't changed much.Only this time Gao Gezhao came out alone.

"Yo, isn't this the elementary school brother?"

Lin Jinglei waved his hands with a dry smile: "Stop calling me that, I don't go to school here anymore."

He didn't wait for Gao Gezhao to speak, and continued to say, "I'm here to ask if you can do me a favor."

Things went better than expected, he was ready to deal with the ending of Gao Gezhao's ignorance, unexpectedly, this person gave a positive answer without listening to him.

For 2 minutes, Yan Zizheng stood at the stairway and leaned out half of his body to watch from a distance. He couldn't hear the chat content of the two people clearly, but he could see the smiles on their faces and the occasional familiar behavior of patting each other. .

Before Lin Jinglei turned around to leave, he went downstairs, so fast that even the director who was walking by shift to check the discipline didn't see who staggered into a certain door that looked the same.

Half a minute later, Lin Jinglei wobbled down the stairs, and happened to meet Chi Wenlei by chance.Seeing that big pancake face full of astonishment and surprise, he could still recall the feeling of kicking in the past.

He glared at the man while unzipping his school uniform jacket, and then passed him with a very naughty attitude, all the natural body language from the inside out were telling, what can you do to me.

After walking down half a flight of stairs, he suddenly turned back again, which startled Chi Wenlei who was still turning his head. He probably thought that this kid would come to make up for it. The moment Lin Jinglei turned around suddenly, he Reflexively shrank his shoulders.

This became the first time Lin Jinglei called out Yan Zizheng to share. Just as the bell rang for get out of class, he laughed uncontrollably: "You didn't even see how cowardly he was just now."

The corner of Yan Zizheng's mouth curled up: "You came here specially to scare him?"

"How can it be?" Lin Jinglei shrugged and smiled sweetly, "I came to see you."

Yan Zizheng always felt this way, and Lin Jinglei's attitude toward him was always hot and cold, near and far away.Sometimes I will share all the happiness with him, sincere and intimate, and sometimes it seems to be perfunctory, talking and laughing are all secrets.

He used to think that it was Lin Jinglei who was slow, and he might have spent a little more time on the road to liking him as well. Now, they face each other, but he couldn't hear the language he wanted to hear. Suddenly he felt that his efforts were wasted. My heart is very poor.

Yan Zizheng is a person who is good at handling emotions, which stems from his rationality itself.But after all, he is a young man who doesn't know much about the world, and he still can't imagine what kind of social manifestations he heard from Lin Jinglei's mouth.

He really cared about Lin Jinglei, because he thought he could control everything about this person.He is a person who carefully plans which pair of socks to wear every day, when to go to the toilet and when to take a shower. He does not allow anything that belongs to him to be messed up, including Lin Jinglei.

In the past, he was very confident that he could handle everything in an orderly and orderly manner.

Now, he wanted to give up on himself, facing Lin Jinglei who didn't follow the routine, he didn't even have a fucking trick.

"You really just came to see me?" Yan Zizheng raised his eyebrows in the crowded and noisy corridor.

Lin Jinglei nodded: "Of course."

"Alright then," Yan Zizheng grabbed Lin Jinglei's arm, "let's go for a walk."

Just happened to be hit by a boy passing by, Lin Jinglei saw the ball he was holding, turned his head and asked, "Why don't we go play with the ball?"

Although the idea of ​​playing ball together was just a thought, it turned several corners in his heart.

When he heard Yan Zizheng tell him a few days ago that the three of them played together and missed their childhood, he found that there was nothing between him and Yan Zizheng that could be described as precious and exclusive nostalgia.Could it be those fists and kicks and angry eyes?It's too unsightly.

Once the soul supported by the proud heart starts to get nervous wantonly, the whole person will not drift a little bit.It didn't matter that he promised Chen Zhi to return to the studio later, and it didn't matter that Yan Zizheng still had a self-study class to attend.They were going to play anyway.

The ball was borrowed from a few boys in the first and sixth grades who were going back to class for self-study.

The dampness of melting ice and snow in spring surges in the air, and taking a breath is comfortable and refreshing.

Lin Jinglei really thought that he and Yan Zizheng could play well, but he found that this person had no intentions at all, and was completely fluttering in his skin blown by the wind.

Based on his pitifully little observation experience, any state that Tang Shan showed was something on his mind, and he didn't know if it was suitable for Yan Zizheng.

So he asked the most common sentence.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Zizheng was throwing the ball towards the basket, when he turned his head, the ball circled half a circle around the edge of the hoop and fell into it.

"No."

Lin Jinglei took the ball that bounced up after hitting the ground, and patted it slowly: "Then what's wrong with you, I feel absent-minded."

A few minutes ago, apart from a few players playing ball in the easternmost part of the huge stadium, they were the only ones left.Yan Zizheng looked at the person taking the ball: "If there is something I don't want to tell you."

He wanted to try Lin Jinglei's statement when he was hiding something from him, and deliberately put his tone out of emotional control.He has always been like this to Lin Jinglei, he must let him feel the same mood in order to communicate better.

Lin Jinglei didn't answer quickly, he took the ball more and more slowly, and his eyes moved away from Yan Zizheng, staring at the shadow of the ball on the ground that was sometimes big and sometimes small.

If You Zhaoyu, who was running the circle, hadn't lost sight of the physical education teacher halfway and came over here for a nudge, he was ready to answer patiently.

After this incident, You Zhaoyu was taught a lesson.That is, don't meddle in any gaps in other people's conversations, and don't make egoistic guesses about the conversation situation they are in.

Seeing that the two people here had stopped playing ball, he stopped by to say hello, and felt that the atmosphere was strange. He took his seat and thought that it was Yan Zizheng who finally told Lin Jinglei about the possible transfer. .He even helped his good brother to ease the atmosphere, first he laughed a couple of times, and then the trouble came out of his mouth.

"Look, we both said that you should have told him before you were going to go to another place to go to school, and now you are really angry."

After hearing this, Lin Jinglei turned his head to look at You Zhaoyu who lifted up the front of his clothes to wipe the sweat from his face: "What did you say?"

The three words Lin Jinglei asked and Yan Zizheng's eyes made Yu Zhaoyu understand all of a sudden, and asked Yan Zizheng with a stare: "Am I...Are you...not the one I said thing?"

After the helpless gaze Yan Zizheng threw to You Zhaoyu became sharp, Lin Jinglei smashed the basketball in his hand to the ground.

"Damn, you're going to move to another place?" He looked at Yan Zizheng incredulously, "Did you fucking tell me?"

How the hell are you going to pull it back? Yan Zizheng blinked twice and blurted out: "That's what I was going to talk about just now."

It was useless to try to turn the tide, Lin Jinglei's reaction was obvious, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up his coat, kicked the basketball away, and left as soon as he said it.

There were only two people left behind, one expressionless and the other biting his tongue frantically.

When Lin Jinglei turned around the tree on the side of the teaching building, Yan Zizheng ran towards the person who was about to run at the same time.

You Zhaoyu yelled while running: "Fuck, what the hell are you doing chasing me, you are chasing him!"

Habit is a fucking thing, Zou Jing is used to thinking that it is Yu Zhaoyu who does not open the door to enter his office, so he is used to thinking that it is Yu Zhaoyu who came in this time.

He was watering the flowers and said without turning his head: "In the drawer is the milk tea that you said was delicious last time. Make it yourself. After drinking it, hurry back and continue training."

Lin Jinglei had never heard such a gentle and doting tone from their math teacher, he cleared his throat: "I... I'm here to inquire about something."

Seeing that the voice was wrong, Zou Jing turned around immediately, and the water in the small kettle he was carrying drew a semicircular arc due to inertia and spilled on the ground.Lin Jinglei, who was wearing a school uniform and jacket, could appear here. With the expectation that a teacher should have, he hoped that this child wanted to go back to school.He put down the small kettle and stood up: "What's the matter."

Lin Jinglei paced slowly on the spot, his eyes wandering on Zou Jing's bookshelf: "Do you know that Yan Zizheng is going to transfer schools?"

On the playground, the two who were running and chasing thought that Lin Jinglei had been angered and left, one wanted to escape and the other wanted revenge.

Normally, Yu Zhaoyu's training is mostly watery. Although he promised Zou Jing that he would do well, it is his rule to be lazy if he can.Today was a really costly run. Yan Zizheng suppressed him with practical actions, and told him that his long legs did not give him any advantage.After running more than ten meters, he fell down.

Sure enough, hatred is terrifying, he thought before falling down.

Yan Zizheng cleaned up Yu Zhaoyu and sat on the seat beside the track on the playground, watching Yu Zhaoyu slacking off and finishing the day's training.

"If it weren't for your delay, I could have made it a few minutes earlier." You Zhaoyu looked at the time, "Now there is only one and a half minutes left before the school bell rings, and I must have squeezed with those grandchildren."

Yan Zizheng snorted, "Don't blame me, blame you for being stupid."

"I thought it was that."

"Can you grow your brain and not talk about it after looking at the situation?"

"Then I've said it all. There's no use in your cynicism here. If you have that time, you might as well find a way to coax it."

"Fuck it," Yan Zizheng said in a low voice, "It's good that he didn't beat me up just now, and I can't start the fire again today."

You Zhaoyu shook his shoulders with a smile: "Ah Zheng, you can have today too. I'm really fucking more and more convinced by Lin Jinglei."

When they passed by the entrance of the hall of their teaching building, the two just ran into Zou Jing who came out with the bell ringing.

Zou Jing glanced at You Zhaoyu and asked first, "What's wrong with your feet."

It’s okay if you don’t say it, but when you say it like this, Yu Zhaoyu immediately loses his footing.Pointing at Yan Zizheng's grievance: "He kicked me."

Tell the teacher a virtue like when I was a child.

Yan Zizheng scolded in a low voice: "Can you not be good at acting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he locked onto the person who came out behind Zou Jing.Seeing the man ignoring his strides, he followed immediately.

Lin Jinglei walked all the way ahead to the car shed, and found the exact position of Yan Zizheng's bicycle. After he stopped, he bent down and deflated the rear tire neatly.

Under Yan Zizheng's confused eyes, he stood up straight: "I have to do something to vent my anger. Just hit you as before, but now I can't do it."

Yan Zizheng, who was amused by the foolish tone, asked, "Don't you put the front tires on?"

Lin Jinglei rolled his eyes, bent down again to deflate, and his voice changed slightly as his head emptied: "You obsessive-compulsive disorder is enough."