Number one, please cooperate with my position

Gold held the basketball and looked at the fingertips in front of him trembling slightly.

The midsummer day was really hot and unbearable, and the sycamore trees covered up a large area of ​​cicadas. It was in this situation that Gold was dragged by a group of people to play basketball.

There is 1 minute left for the freshman to finish class, Gold is only in charge of shooting, and wants to delay some time.

There are a total of nine people in this area, excluding Gold, the others are all waiting for the last shot.

The guard on the opposite side got anxious and shouted at the top of his voice, "Gold, what the hell are you doing sleepwalking?"

Gold's lips were a little numb, he knew he couldn't drag it alone, he wanted to wait for the freshman to come down.

But in this way, the teammates will be anxious, and maybe they will come over to grab the ball.

Gold took a deep breath and jumped lightly. The basketball made an arc in the air, was bounced by the basket, and fell from the middle again.

The ball is in.

Gold was a little dazed, in a trance, not knowing who whistled.

Gold took a few steps to the basket to get the ball back, turned around and followed the eyes of his teammates.

Hatahata stood next to the bench and clapped: "Oh hoo, good shot!"

Gold looked towards Hatahata almost subconsciously.

"Hey, Gold," the teammate patted Gold, "Is that the brother of the senior you have a crush on?"

Gold nodded, but couldn't find anyone who could be seen at a glance, so he responded, "The two of them are young."

The guard took the basketball and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Are you so clear about people's details? Are you planning to marry that senior?"

The teammate was upset and stepped on the defender: "What the hell are you talking about, whoever they like cares about you?"

"Fu Jiu!" Gold pulled his teammate over and glared at him, "Why do you always get into arguments with others?"

"Fuck me," the guard tugged at Gold, "I've been through life and death with you, you say I'm someone else?"

Fu Jiu poked the defender's shoulder, and said word by word: "No, but, what, you, he, mom, yes, he, yes, like, right?"

"Aren't you still fighting me?" The guard shook off Fu Jiu's hand with a disgusted look on his face, "Are you better than other seniors?"

Before Fu Jiu could continue to scold, he was stopped by Gold's stare.

Fu Jiu had no choice but to follow Gold.

Gold had nowhere to go, so he went back to the church building. It was the rush hour for classes, the cafeteria was open, and the stairs were full of people.

Gold stood stubbornly at the stairs for a while, and didn't hear until Fu Jiu called him several times.

"Did I say you're going to wait for him?" Fu Jiu looked upstairs, "He doesn't look like he's here, usually there are so many little girls around him, maybe he's blocked somewhere now."

At exactly twelve o'clock, the office door opened with a bang.The faculty and staff came down from upstairs one after another, and Gold finally couldn't stand up.

"Do you know where he is on duty at noon?" Gold held on to the railing, "I'll go find him."

Fu Jiu frowned: "What the hell, he's from the student union, and he's not on duty to chat with you at noon? Besides, you can't do anything with him, why don't you pull him to sit down and have a meal?"

Gold thought for a while, then sighed: "That's right."

Fu Jiu coughed and cleared his throat: "Well... when are you going to confess your love to him?"

Gold opened his mouth: "Ah, let's talk."

For a moment, Gold suddenly felt a kind of unfamiliarity for no reason, and he didn't know the person in front of him a little bit.

Fu Jiu hadn't asked Gold this question for a long time.

Gold's fingers tightened tightly, as if he had missed a part of Fu Jiu's long life. After meeting again, those nights where he used to talk about everything turned into memories, so long that Gold even thought of it was very vague.

Gold fell in love with the president of the student union when he just started the third year of junior high school.

"Has he replied to your WeChat?" Fu Jiu was a little embarrassed, "That's easy to say."

Gold rubbed his nose awkwardly.

Someone posted the student union president's WeChat ID on the post bar before, but the post was deleted by the management shortly after it was posted, and no one could add it unless it was someone who lived in the post bar.

The fact is that Gold heard that the senior's personal message had been blocked the day after he added his WeChat account.

Gold lowered his head and flipped through his phone, and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't called back..."

Who the hell is idle and bored reading private messages?

"I remember that he seems to have a game in the afternoon," Fu Jiu tapped on the handrail, "We happened to be in PE class that day."

Gold mumbled the past.

Until the afternoon, Gold didn't recover.

It wasn't until Fu Jiu walked over the runway panting slightly that Gold regained the feeling of being down-to-earth.

"Yu Zhe is here." Fu Jiu lifted his chin and pointed to the basketball court, "The one in the middle wearing the red team uniform, rush up."

Gold kicked Fu Jiu and left.

Later, how Gold pulled Yu Zhe to the side to confess his love, I can't remember clearly. At that time, Gold was hesitant and confused, and there were too many people next to him, so he was embarrassed to leave again.

Yu Zhe glanced at the score lightly, then at Gold, glanced lightly, and entered the field.

The moment Gold grabbed the corner of Yu Zhe's clothes, he finally realized clearly that Yu Zhe was so proud that he wouldn't even reply to the upside-down school belle confessing to him, let alone him.

Yu Zhe's pride is enough to cover up Gold's youthful heartbeat and empty joy.

That night, someone released a video on the post bar, and Gold knew what the content was just by reading the comments below.

[I'll go, this little brother looks okay, why did he have to hang himself on Yu Zhe?Pity. 】

[I, President Yu, are indeed my hope for Huagao's appearance. 】

[Tell this junior to stop struggling. I am Yu Zhe's classmate. According to people familiar with the matter, the president already has someone he likes, but he just doesn't want to say it. 】

[+1, I heard that the man is quite good-looking, President Yu dare not confess, for fear of being rejected. 】

[Fucking awesome, I'm afraid there aren't many people who can reject me, Mr. Yu, right?I'm a man and I have to agree. 】

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm fucking going to end my youth. I heard someone this morning that Yu Nanshen has already dated that person, and the other is a junior. 】

[I, President Yu, is actually crooked? 】

[Don't fucking bend, this afternoon after basketball self-study, the elementary school students came to our class to ask the male god Xingshi to ask him a crime. 】

[Upstairs, I now seriously suspect that you are in the same class as me, because I heard it too, not only that, I also saw the male god kissing, yes, he, they, kissed! ! ! 】

[Stop spreading rumors, I am brother Yu Zhe, Yu Zhe has no one he likes, and has been single for more than ten years, welcome to flirt. 】

[Hehe, if I can fucking tease me, I can still be here? ? ? 】

[Before our class, there was also a little boy who was not wanted by President Yu. Later, I don’t know how to behave, and I didn’t mention the male god for several days. 】

Gold's heart beat a little faster, and when it was refreshed again, the comments increased by another thousand.

If Yu Zhe knows how to visit BBS... he will definitely find out.

The next day, Fu Jiu sent several messages to Gold.

-[Fly]: Gold, you!over!up!

-[GGG]: Are you fucking out of your mind?

-[Fly]: Just now the head teacher came to the class to ask where you are, probably found out.

Gold's mind went blank for a moment, and his palms were sweating.

Gold did not return messages.

-[Fly]: But someone confessed to Yu Zhe before, why did the head teacher only look for you?

Gold had already guessed.

-[GGG]: The king is always lonely.

Fu Jiu was hopping on WeChat.

When Gold opened the office door, he could vaguely hear the quarrel inside.

Gold buckled the door and froze for a moment.

"That's why I said that there is no conflict between who you like and grades, because some things can't be solved with just one word," Yu Zhe said in a low voice, "If you want to fire someone because of a few words, you should choose me."

The head teacher didn't see Gold, and pushed the glasses frame: "Yu Zhe, the teacher tells you the truth, your grades will definitely be recommended to Qingbei in the future, the reason why the school keeps you is for your consideration, you can't let you go Future? The person who was expelled from our school, which other school would dare to take you?"

"I'm still saying that," Yu Zhe smiled. "Many factors are often uncertain, because the school's reputation will expel a person, and it will not be good to spread the word."

The class teacher waved his hand and let Yu Zhe go back to the classroom.

Yu Zhe still had that indifferent look, lowered his eyes, and closed the door behind him.

Fortunately, the head teacher's tone was not bad, and Gold wasn't too surprised.

It is only right for the confession to be spread to the leaders outside the school, and Yu Zhe is the No.1 in the major competitions in the province all the year round.

On the day Gold left, Fu Jiu stood by the window for a long time. If the bell hadn't rang for class, Gold really felt that Fu Jiu would go to the dormitory to pick up his luggage and go with him.

At the age of 15, the person Gold liked was the source of everything, the trace of his youthful past that was often poked open.

Six years later, it became something he had to say in front of another person, so small and insignificant that it was mentioned in a few words.

For a moment, Gold almost confuses time, watching the person in front of him overlap with the person in his memory, and has the illusion that he is still deliberately waiting for Yu Zhe when he is playing basketball with someone in Huagao.

It seemed like just a snap of the fingers.

The man heard Gold say, "I remember the look he gave me at the basketball court that summer for six years."

He was just at the same age as others and fell in love with the same person.

And his mother, who suffered from heart disease and loved him the most, died suddenly in June when the cicadas were singing, making him miss the summer of that year until his death.

Teenager's liking far outweighs all distant loves.