Wear to the villain when he was young

Before the end of the mid-term exam, Mr. Luo from the physical education group began to call people. After a long delay, the basketball finals finally came.

The time is set in five days.

It just so happens that you have just finished the exams these few days, so you still have plenty of time, and you can practice more on Saturdays and Sundays.

Because of this sudden change, Fu Yunchuan and Su Moran's movie trip was canceled again. In fact, the moment Fu Yunchuan heard that the basketball game was going to be held, Fu Yunchuan was in a good mood, and felt a little more relaxed.

In the cramped space of the movie theater, he really didn't dare to be alone with Su Moran, after all, he was still on the edge of freedom, and it would be difficult to get out if he didn't notice.

Sometimes he even thinks, I'm afraid he is the saddest person who wears a book, and puts himself in it by wearing a book.

But is there any way, when you have seen the excellence of that person, when you know that his heart is not as indifferent as his appearance, when he makes face for you with his own hands and takes care of you personally, who can be stable.

Who the hell can stand it can only be said to be a saint.

Fu Yunchuan secretly took a look at Su Moran, and said in his heart: Terrible.

The training camp took up two days on Saturday and weekend. A dozen teenagers fought on the basketball court. Everything was normal, but everything was a little abnormal.

What is normal is that everyone's playing level has improved again.

What's abnormal is that Fu Yunchuan has been criticized several times.

Teacher Luo stood outside the field and shouted loudly: "Fu Yunchuan, what's the matter with you, didn't you hear the ball passed to Su Moran?"

Fu Yunchuan said apologetically, "Oh, my hand slipped."

Teacher Luo stared: "How many times have you skated? And why are you so far away? Is there a pit in the middle?"

Fu Yunchuan looked at Mr. Luo's stinky face, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He managed to do some small tricks, but he exposed them. This is a terrible situation.

When he was being criticized, he glanced at Su Moran, who was staring at him with his hips akimbo, with a dark face and sharp eyes, obviously, he also noticed his deliberate avoidance.

Fu Yunchuan: ...Fuck.

Due to the training, Fu Yuchuan didn't want to be too obvious. During the intermission, he walked towards Su Moran with a water cup, opened it and handed it to him: "Drink water."

Su Moran leaned on the railing and stared at him, fiddled with the earphones with no intention of answering them.

Fu Yunchuan leaned forward again, "Drink water."

Su Moran shook her busy hands, "Feed me."

In the past, he really knew how to feed directly, but now...

My heart was a little trembling.

He was neither advancing nor retreating with the water glass, and he was a little bit embarrassed.

Su Moran raised her eyebrows and repeated again: "Hey me."

There is a sign before he loses his temper. He always raises his eyebrows first.

When Fu Yunchuan saw it, he felt bad, and under pressure, he had no choice but to follow suit, raising the cup to his lips.

Su Moran raised his head to a certain height, his neck formed an arc, and his Adam's apple slid slowly with the movement of swallowing. He drank the water in a leisurely manner, and his eyes locked directly with his.

Fu Yunchuan's scalp felt hairy when he was watched. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his Adam's apple, followed by his own Adam's apple subconsciously rolled.

I have to say that Su Moran is not only handsome, but also looks like drinking water...

sexy.

When he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips like this, he didn't notice the hot light in someone's eyes looking at him, as if he was going to swallow him in one gulp.

Su Moran fixed the earphones, and for a moment, she really wanted to hide Fu Yunchuan in her pocket, or in her mouth, whatever, but she couldn't let him run away.

But he ended up just putting the earphones in his pocket.

Fu Yunchuan kicked the railing under his feet, "I'll buy what I want for lunch?"

Su Moran said without expression: "I won't eat."

Fu Yunchuan pursed his lips and blew on the hair on his forehead, "Why don't you eat? Why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Su Moran: "Don't worry about it."

The eldest young master has a variable temper, he might be enthusiastic yesterday, but today he might be as cold as ice. Although Fu Yunchuan knew this a long time ago, he still felt a little disappointed.

The moment the eyelashes drooped, the heart also trembled.

Maybe……

This is how they get along in the future, right? ?

sad?

Isn't this what you've always wanted?

Fu Yunchuan's hand holding the water glass tightly, suddenly felt very cold, as if the wind was pouring directly into his chest, tightly wrapping the position of his heart.

Besides feeling cold, he also felt a little...

sad.

After resting for ten minutes, continue.

Not long after, Teacher Luo called Fu Yunchuan and Su Moran over with a dark face, took them to an open place, put his hips on his hips and asked, "What's the matter with you two? Do you know that you two are our main force, so there is no tacit understanding?" , how can you hit the ball well!"

As soon as he watched from the sidelines, he panicked. Not only did the two people fail to make eye contact, but they were also in the wrong position. In this state, there was no way to play the ball well.

He pointed to Fu Yunchuan and asked, "Tell me, did you guys quarrel?"

Fu Yunchuan shook his head: "Teacher, we are fine, we didn't quarrel."

Teacher Luo nodded: "Very good? That's fine, you two shake hands in front of me."

Fu Yunchuan was startled: ...shaking hands?

That's even worse.

He hesitated and said, "Mr. Luo, why are we two big boys holding hands? We are fine here."

Teacher Luo acted like you don't want to talk nonsense with me, "If you are free, shake hands in front of me."

Fu Yunchuan looked at Teacher Luo and then at Su Moran, approached slowly, and stretched out his hand slowly.

Su Moran's eyes fell from his fair face to his slender hands, his eyes were incomprehensible to anyone, he half-closed his eyes, and just waited quietly.

Fu Yunchuan stretched out his hand in front of him and shook it.

Su Moran kept his hands in his pockets all the time, and he didn't seem to want to take them out.

Fu Yunchuan knew that he was angry with him, he pursed his lips and blew the hair on his forehead, and said, "Give it a hold, the teacher is watching."

The tone is very light, and there is something almost pleading.

Su Moran snorted coldly: "Want to hold?"

Fu Yunchuan lowered his voice, "No, it's Teacher Luo..."

Teacher Luo couldn't see what they were talking about from behind them, so he interrupted their conversation and said loudly: "What are the two big boys talking about, can't they even shake hands!"

Fu Yunchuan stretched his hand forward again, and lightly touched Su Moran's wrist, "Share it?"

He thought it over, if he was prevaricating, then he just didn't need to hold it, anyway, he didn't really want to hold it.

I don't know if Su Moran had had enough fun, or if he had read his mind, when he decided to withdraw his hand, he reached out and held his hand.

The young man's hands were very strong, and he wished he could pinch Fu Yunchuan's hand off.

Fu Yunchuan's face turned red, no matter how the pain intensified, he didn't make a sound, he just cursed in his heart: Fuck, are you trying to disable me!

The strength in Su Moran's hands continued to increase, as if he really wanted to crush him.

He just wants him to hurt.

Who told him to hide from him.

Since he dared to hide from him, he should be ready to take over.

In a daze, Fu Yunchuan felt even colder, and the wind seemed to spread from his heart to his whole body.

It's fucking cold.

It fucking hurts.

Also, Su Moran, are you really going to crush me!

He gritted his teeth silently, his red face turned into a white face, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After a long time, Teacher Luo said: "Okay, that's enough. You see, we are friends after shaking hands."

Su Moran put his arm on Fu Yunchuan's shoulder, and hugged him hard: "Teacher, we're fine, we're fine."

Teacher Luo said with a smile: "As long as it's good, it's good, let's go and play."

When turning back, Su Moran leaned close to Fu Yunchuan's ear and said, "Are you still hiding?"

Fu Yunchuan turned his head to look at him, "I didn't hide."

Su Moran pinched his shoulder and warned: "You provoked me first, don't try to get away."

"..."

Fu Yunchuan looked at him, it was difficult to connect with the boy who made tomato noodles for him that day, he even wondered, are they the same person?

This contrast is too great.

It turns out they really are...

A person.

After walking two steps, Su Moran pinched his shoulder and said, "I'll make you tomato and egg noodles at noon."

"..." The expression on Fu Yunchuan's face could no longer be described in words.

While feeling his approach, he reminded himself, no, really no.

In the following training, he didn't receive any training, it was just the line of defense in his heart. Whenever he met Su Moran, two voices would appear in his mind.

A kind of reminder to him: Can't, can't, shouldn't.

One is to tell him: you just fell in love with someone you can like, and there is nothing wrong with you.

Five days later, the basketball finals.

The thirteenth middle school played against the second middle school.

The moment they entered the stage, screams came from the viewing platform, and everyone said in unison: "Come on, Fu Yunchuan, come on, Su Moran, come on, Thirteen High School."

The cheerleaders also worked hard and continued to dance and cheer outside the stadium.

No. [-] High School has been the champion in previous years, but today they are quite disdainful against No. [-] High School.Although Thirteen's performance in the last two games was not bad, after all, Wuming has been looked down upon for so many years.

It is a taboo to underestimate the enemy before the game.

Lost a point in the opening two.

After the opening 10 minutes, he lost another three points.

After 10 minutes, the score opened.

It was only then that No. [-] Middle School realized what kind of mistake it had made, and surrounded Fu Yunchuan and Su Moran to catch up.

The match between masters is often the most interesting, because you don't know when there will be a turnaround, and the next point may be the point of climax.

In the first half, Thirteen scored two more points.

The No. [-] Middle School changed the formation and changed the positions of the personnel, and scored three points at the beginning of the second half.

Screams came and went, resounding throughout the stadium.

Halfway through the clock, the score was tied.

Fu Yunchuan lifted up his jersey to wipe off his sweat, and the clothes were raised a little high, which caused screams outside the court, and someone shouted, "Abs, get to the abs."

The loud voice spread far away.

Su Moran looked over, moved closer, didn't speak, but gave him a warning look.

Fu Yunchuan was stared in a daze, what did I do?

I did nothing.

When Su Moran looked up at the audience outside the arena, he felt that they were an eyesore.

The game continued, and the thirteenth middle school began to fall behind.

one cent.

Two points.

Five points.

Eight points.

Seeing that they were getting more and more behind, everyone's mood became unstable. At this moment, Fu Yunchuan's mind had long since lost the idea of ​​keeping a distance from Su Moran.

He only wants one thing -

Must win!

A tacit understanding can always be done with one look and one movement.

He turned his head and glanced at Su Moran.

Su Moran nodded lightly at him, there are still 10 minutes left, success or failure depends on these 10 minutes.Whether the history of Thirteen High School can be rewritten depends on them.

The hot-blooded youth has a lot of drive, since he participated, he must win.

Fu Yunchuan bypassed a person, took a long shot, jumped, and the basketball spun and fell into the hoop.

— Three-pointers.

The field exploded.

Su Moran took over, and the one who turned around to avoid the person who blocked him also made a three-pointer.

Very good, one hit.

The score was still two points away from tying.

The following time seemed to be their show, and after scoring a three-pointer, they scored two more goals.

The score was even.

There are 2 minutes left in the game.

Everyone suffocated and watched who won the last goal.

The No. [-] Middle School has found out the details of the No. [-] No. [-] Middle School. Fu Yunchuan and Su Moran have become the key targets of siege, and several people are blocked in front of them.

Let alone throwing the ball, the chances of touching the ball are not great.

Teacher Luo hurriedly took a mouthful of ice water on the sidelines.

The weather in late November has entered early winter.Go down this mouthful of ice water to cool your heart.

The ball was thrown around and was always controlled by the No. [-] players.

Suddenly, a player's leg twitched, and his body moved a little away.

Fu Yunchuan seized the opportunity and ran to one side suddenly, grabbing the ball and throwing the ball in an instant.

The ball went over everyone's heads toward the hoop, spun and spun, spun twice around the hoop, and slid into the hoop.

Another three-pointer.

Thirteen won the championship.

"Ah——" Mr. Luo cried out. After leading the team for so many years, he won the championship for the first time. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

Fu Yunchuan put his hands on his knees, bent over and gasped for breath, his breath was a little unstable after running for too long.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, very lightly and slightly mocking: "You showed your abs just now, now you want to show your glutes, don't you?"