The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

"Don't go."

Xu Zhe heaved a sigh of relief, but fortunately Xueshen didn't go, but after thinking about it, he knew that he would never go, okay?

"Okay." Zhou Xing didn't say anything more to force, reached out and patted Xu Zhe's shoulder, "After school, I'll go directly to the pig shed."

"Good Le!"

Zhou Xing let go: "Buy yourself, let's go back to the classroom."

Saying goodbye to Xu Zhe, the two went up the stairs one after the other, and when they reached the end, Zhou Xing stopped.

Yu Jue who was behind didn't stop because of his movement, but passed him and walked towards the class.

Zhou Xing groaned, and subconsciously grabbed Yu Jue's wrist. The young man was rather thin. When he grabbed it, his fingers just rested on the round convex bone of his wrist.

The two exchanged positions one after the other.

On the wrist was the scorching heat from Zhou Xing's palm. Unexpectedly, he didn't shake off the opponent's hand.

Yu Jue looked down at him, the young man was born beautiful, with a faint smile always on his face, even the corners of his lips were raised up, with a smiling face all day long, it always gave people a feeling that he was born like this, as if forever Will not be unhappy.

The fact is also the same. Zhou Xing was always smiling when he saw him. No matter if he choked the other party, ignored him with a cold face, or whatever, he always kept smiling.

But once, he saw Zhou Xing who didn't smile——Zhou Xing who was fighting in the rainy night that day.

But after the other party found him, the original expression disappeared, leaving only a smile on his face.

Zhou Xing held Yu Jue's wrist for a while, then realized that the other party had a cleanliness habit, so he immediately let go of his hand and laughed, "Ah, I'm sorry."

Yu Jue didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, he put his hands behind his back, and smiled: "Will you go to watch basketball next time?"

Sensing the other party's doubts, Zhou Xing waved his hand: "Oh, I know I asked you just now whether you are going or not, and now I am asking about the next time."

Yu Jue pursed his lips and said lightly: "No."

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows, staring at his glazed eyes and asked, "Aren't you bored with being bored like this every day?"

After this period of time, Zhou Xing found that Yu Jue didn't like to be sociable, he was alone, and he didn't talk much.

Without exception, he was rejected every time.

Yu Jue's indifferent glazed eyes fluctuated, and the sunlight reflected from the window beside the stairway made the slightly turned eyes more beautiful and clear.

Zhou Xing saw it clearly, and boasted with a smile: "Your eyes are pretty."

Yu Jue still ignored him, turned around in seconds, away from Zhou Xing.

"At the same table!" Zhou Xing was amazed, wouldn't it be okay to praise his good-looking eyes? Is this person so careless? "Wait for me!"

In the next day, Yu Jue, who usually responded, was unwilling to say a word to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing felt baffled.

There is an independent gymnasium where the No. [-] middle school plays basketball, and the students of the basketball school team often train in it, exercising for some small competitions.

The training partners are those students who love basketball but can't make it to the school team.

Today, there is a small game.

The shoes Zhu Youpeng is wearing today are his most precious and most reluctant pair of shoes. He also brought a curling iron and ran into the men's bathroom to curl his hair.

I couldn't do it for the first time, so I had to ask Zhou Xing for help.

Zhou Xing curled him with a look of disgust, and scolded: "Are you a fucking idiot? You didn't have curly hair before, what the hell are you doing now?"

Overwhelmed with anger, Zhou Xing stomped on his shoe angrily: "Is a man so obsessed with you?"

Zhu Youpeng groaned, feeling very sorry for his shoes, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong to his brother, bowed his head and didn't dare to say anything.

"I know how to curl? You think highly of your brother and me, how the hell can I use this thing?" Zhou Xing pondered the way, trying to curl well, "Why don't you bring a hair stylist over?"

Zhu Youpeng was aggrieved: "I think so too, but isn't the hair stylist dawdling? What if I miss the senior later?"

Zhou Xing was upset and kicked his shoe again.

"Brother, don't step on it, my heart hurts." Zhu Youpeng's heart ached.

His baby woo woo woo.

Zhou Xing said fiercely: "It's good to know that my heart hurts."

Zhou Xing was very efficient, and he solved it in a few minutes, giving Zhu Youpeng a perfect hairstyle.In fact, it was mainly because a certain pig was urging him desperately, which made Zhou Xing wish he could slap him to death and speed up to fix it.

"Brother, what do you think of me today?" Zhu Youpeng held Zhou Xing's hand, looking expectant and cautious.

Zhou Xing resisted blowing his heart away with a punch, gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "You're so handsome."

"Ah? Really?" Zhu Youpeng took out another mirror, looked at his face and smiled comfortably, "Indeed."

Oh you are paralyzed.

There are many students sitting in the auditorium of the basketball hall, most of them are girls, and they are all smiling and discussing who will cheer for them later.

The basketball school team and the students formed a team before they played, and there were students helping to score points on the court.

After Zhou Xing stepped into the bustling basketball stadium, it was no longer bustling, and became as quiet as a chicken in an instant.

The bully is at it again.

Zhou Xing carried Zhu Youpeng, who couldn't hide his excitement, and walked to the front row. The first row was already full. Seeing him coming, a few people ran away.

He is like a robber, driving people away and occupying the position himself.

Zhu Youpeng was in high spirits and counted down the playing time.

It didn't take long for the school basketball team and the student team to play.

There was a person inside who looked around, and finally landed on Zhou Xing and the others, and blew a kiss.

"Look at Xu Zhe." Zhou Xing smiled and asked Zhu Youpeng to watch it together, but the other party didn't respond.

Zhou Xing followed his gaze and looked down, as if he was looking at Miao Jingbin, who was wearing a ball uniform.

This Miao Jingbin is on the basketball school team, on the same team as Xu Zhe, but Miao Jingbin is a year older than them, and is a senior in high school.

In the freshman year of high school, some people dropped out of the basketball school team, and Xu Zhe went there due to lack of players.

In fact, Miao Jingbin met through Xu Zhe, and he was not particularly familiar with him. He just met Zhu Youpeng a few times, and Zhu Youpeng fell in love with a straight man at first sight.

"Brother, look quickly, the senior has come out!" Zhu Youpeng pressed Zhou Xing's hand excitedly, "I really want to blow him a kiss."

Zhou Xing said coolly: "Doesn't Xu Zhe deserve to have a name? He even blew you a kiss."

Zhu Youpeng said: "That can't be done, the senior is here, I can't blow him a kiss back, can I? How bad it is."

There was not much delay on the court, one team stood on each side, the whistle sounded, and the two teams began to grab the basketball.

The school bully didn't act as a monster, and the students in the auditorium focused their attention on the field.

Zhou Xing leaned on his seat and watched the game casually.

One of the students formed a team very fiercely, grabbed a point from the basketball school team, and even provoked the basketball school team, the court was full of cheers.

Zhou Xing recognized it, that person was Liao Wenxuan.

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows alone, and the corner of his mouth was stained with a smile.

In the basketball game in the first year of high school, Zhou Xing was pulled to make up the numbers. He played basketball before, so he is not particularly obsessed with basketball.

At that time, Liao Wenxuan was also a fierce general on the opposite side, but Zhou Xing pressed him on the ground and rubbed him.

Liao Wenxuan had snatched points from the school basketball team several times. Seeing Xu Zhe's lonely back, Zhou Xing remembered something.

Zhu Youpeng next to him was still rambling: "Ah, what happened to the senior today, he is usually very good."

As soon as he turned his head to complain to Zhou Xing, Zhou Xing took out a loudspeaker from his schoolbag.

Zhu Youpeng was stunned, and was about to say, it turns out that your schoolbag is so bulging because of a speaker.

Zhou Xing turned on the horn, and there was a sound of electric current, a loud, full of vicissitudes, no emotional ups and downs, Mandarin and non-standard voice spread in the basketball hall.

Xu Zhe Xu Zhe, you are the best.

Xu Zhe Xu Zhe, you are the strongest.

Xu Zhe Xu Zhe, my male god.

Xu Zhe Xu Zhe, take the first place.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and all eyes were on Zhou Xing.

Xu Zhe froze on the court, he suddenly regretted asking Zhou Xing to cheer him up.

I don't know if it was a strong impact, but the basketball school team went all the way through all obstacles, and bloody students formed a team.

The trumpet was still looping single songs, Zhou Xing was very satisfied, it seemed that his encouragement was useful.

Zhu Youpeng, who was next to the loudspeaker, felt that in Miao Jingbin's heart, he was a man of taste.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Zhu Youpeng covered his face with a headache.

OMG!

Zhou Xing rested his long fingers lightly on the horn, smiling unabated: "Cheer for Xu Zhe."

"No brother, who cheers up and puts on the horn? The voice is still uncle's, without any sincerity."

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows: "Why is there no sincerity? I spent money to buy this speaker, I thought of this uncle's slogan, and I paid for this uncle's opening. Am I not careful enough?"

Zhu Youpeng: "..."

as long as you are happy.

After the basketball game, Zhu Youpeng dragged Zhou Xing off the field together.

Zhou Xing held a few bottles of water with an indifferent face and a smile, and followed Zhu Youpeng to distribute the water.

He dawdled, and after giving it to several people, he walked slowly towards Miao Jingbin, but he was too slow, Miao Jingbin was surrounded by a group of girls to deliver water.

Zhou Xing sneered: "Look, I call you Moji, I can't blame you."

Zhu Youpeng squeezed the mineral water tightly, bowed his head and remained silent.

After Xu Zhe drank the water, he moved towards them. He knew it at a glance, and said a few words to Miao Jingbin.

Miao Jingbin looked at them, smiled gently, and they walked towards them.

"Brother, he's here, I'm scared." Zhu Youpeng tensed his strings.

Zhou Xing whispered: "I'm here, I'm afraid of shit."

"It's you guys." Miao Jingbin was dripping with sweat after exercising, and his youthful vigor was fully reflected in him. "It's been a while since I saw you guys come here."

Xu Zhe joked: "They're busy people, so they came here this time to cheer me on."

Although the way of cheering is a bit unique.

Zhu Youpeng's waist was pinched severely by Zhou Xing. He felt the pain, sobered up, and quickly handed the water to Miao Jingbin: "Senior, drink some water."

"Thank you." Miao Jingbin took it. He likes to drink water that is so frozen that there are some small ice cubes in it. Every time Zhu Youpeng gives him this kind of water, he finds it incredible.

Xu Zhe said next to him: "Jing Bin, we're going to have dinner later, do you mind bringing me brother Xing and the pig shed?"

"Yes." Miao Jingbin readily agreed, "There are so many people."

The basketball school team went to the bathroom in the locker room to take a bath, Zhou Xing and Zhu Youpeng were waiting outside.

"Brother Xu Zhe, I will create opportunities for the two of you to get in touch." Zhou Xing stuffed the speaker back into his schoolbag, and after packing it, he threw the schoolbag aside.

Zhu Youpeng nodded: "That's enough brother, I'll give him a pair of sneakers later."

"Don't send it back, send it now"

Xu Zhe changed his jersey, his hair was still dripping with water, and he was carrying a backpack on his back.

"Good brother." Zhu Youpeng stepped forward to hug him and patted him on the shoulder.

Xu Zhe brushed him away with a disgusted face, and said to Zhou Xing, "Brother Xing, let's go out and wait for them."

Zhou Xing said, "Okay."

A group of people took a taxi to eat and divided into several taxis. With Xu Zhe, Zhu Youpeng and Miao Jingbin were of course in the same car.

Arriving at the dining place, several people stood at the door to discuss, and then went inside to wait for everyone to order.

While waiting for the food to be served, Zhou Xing looked out of the window boredly. Their table was next to the window, and he sat in the middle.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a pedestrian path, and there is a street lamp standing on the opposite road. There is a large shopping mall over there, and there are people coming and going. The few of them just agreed to go shopping after dinner.

Zhou Xing watched for a while, and just as he was about to look away, he saw a familiar figure.

It's Yujue.

He was still wearing a school uniform, with a pair of pale glass eyes slightly closed, tall, and carrying a few shopping bags in his hand, not too close, Zhou Xing couldn't see the LOGO on the shopping bags clearly.

The next second, Zhou Xing saw a beautiful woman with a hot figure walking in front of Yu Jue. Yu Jue didn't know what to say. .

The author has something to say: I cried, hot tears wiped my pure and innocent lower eyelids, flowed down my charming and enchanting lying silkworms, slid over my blushing and sweet apple muscles, and finally passed from my small and delicate chin Falling, falling into my delicate and beautiful collarbone, without a little defense, just because you don't bookmark and leave a comment

(Looking at the name of a boy yesterday, I saw a man named Lin Ran, and I kept smiling. This can also hit the name.)