The Antelope and Night Wolf

"One more bowl, please!" He Jiawei handed out the bowl in his hand without blushing. He already had a big appetite and practiced judo with Qi Feng's mother all afternoon, and his appetite was stronger than usual.

11-year-old Qi Ying put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Dad, is this brother from Africa?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qi Feng's father asked while picking carrots into Qi Ying's bowl.

"The teacher said that African people's living standards are very low, they don't have enough to eat, and they don't have warm clothes. You can see that he looks so dark and eats so well. He must be a black refugee from Africa."

He Jiawei glared at Qi Ying, the mouths of these two brothers are really more poisonous than the other, and they have not inherited their mother's advantages at all!

"Children are talking nonsense," Qi Feng's mother who came out of the kitchen flicked Qi Ying's head, and then handed the rice to He Jiawei with a smile, "Eat more, boys of your age are growing up, you need more Eat to grow taller."

"Thank you!" He Jiawei took the bowl with both hands, and did not forget to fly a glance at Qi Feng, the intention was obvious, what's wrong with me eating too much, I'm taller than you!

Qi Feng pretended not to notice, and seriously educated his younger brother, "Black poor people are also human beings, we should not discriminate against the same kind, we should care for and love each other."

"Yes, brother," Qi Ying accepted humbly, "To show my concern, I'll give you all of these," he said as he put all the carrots his father gave him into He Jiawei's bowl.

"Xiaoying, you must not eat vegetables." Seeing this, Qi Feng's mother put two radishes into Qi Ying's bowl, and Qi Ying poked them with chopsticks with a bitter face.

Qi Feng's mother added another piece of meat to He Jiawei, "Eat more beef, it is rich in protein and helps to build muscle."

He Jiawei was so touched, he lived with his grandma, the old man couldn't eat meat, most of the time he saw vegetarian dishes on the dinner table, occasionally there was only a little bit of meat, it was hard for him to grow so strong by eating vegetarian food.

"If you like to eat, come here often in the future. Our family often cooks meat." Qi Feng's mother was naturally happy when she saw that someone appreciated her cooking skills. Whoever cooks doesn't want people who eat to be as active and enthusiastic as He Jiawei? Her two sons are picky and picky when they have meat to eat.

"Yeah!" He Jiawei, who was chewing his food, was unable to speak, and nodded his head heavily to express his willingness. Qi Feng then pretended not to see the food with his head down, and Qi Ying grimaced as if he couldn't bear it.

"My brother came from Africa to eat again." This is Qi Ying's catchphrase during this time.

He Jiawei looked around to see if there was no one there, and gave him a shudder, "What? No way!"

"Wow~~ Brother is bullying!" Qi Ying pretended to cry and ran to the venue.

"Why do you always come to my house? Don't you have anywhere else to go?" Qi Feng looked at He Jiawei who came for the nth time uninvited.

"Why are you talking so outrageously? We are good friends," He Jiawei replied frankly without blushing and heartbeat.

Qi Feng turned his head, "Mom, has there been a lot less female judo students recently?"

"Is there? No," Qi Feng's mother couldn't figure out why her son asked such a question.

"Don't accuse me," He Jiawei warned Qi Feng in a low voice, if his mother finds out, he might not be allowed to come, "Yesterday there were sixteen, today there are seventeen, there are obviously more one.

"You count really well."

He Jiawei raised his neck triumphantly, "Of course," and then happily changed his clothes. Since he was taught by Qi Feng's mother, he has often used this as an excuse to practice here, and there is nothing better than being able to Watching the little girls practicing judo at close range is a happier thing.

Qi Feng felt annoyed when he saw him like that, after his mother finished teaching him, she used the excuse of helping him to strengthen himself for a while to "accompany" him for a while, knocking He Jiawei so dizzy that he couldn't even get together with loli coke.

After everyone got out of class, Qi Feng was also "tired", so the sparring training ended naturally.

"You, you, you did it on purpose," He Jiawei pointed at him through gritted teeth.

Qi Feng raised his eyebrows, what can you do to me?He Jiawei was dumb and couldn't tell what he was suffering from eating Coptis chinensis.

On the contrary, Qi Feng's mother was very pleased to see the two people like this, "Young people should be full of passion!"

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The three-month summer vacation was fleeting, and He Jiawei stepped into the gate of Lingcheng High School. Coincidentally, Qi Feng went to Yanlai High School and Lingcheng, who had a long-standing grudge. Standing on the opposite side of the field.

On the court, they dribble, steal, shoot, and block, and their men are merciless.

After getting off the court, He Jiawei ran to Qi Feng's house with his sports bag, took a shower and changed clothes, and he didn't see anything. Sometimes he didn't enjoy playing on the court, and he would drag Qi Feng one-on-one after school.

But it doesn't mean that the relationship between these two people has improved. On the contrary, their relationship is as tense as ever. Although He Jiawei intends to repair it, he is often provoked by Qi Feng's few words. Everyone knows that these two people are in conflict Opponents that cannot be tolerated, as long as they meet each other on the court, sparks will be sparked.

The first year of high school has passed, and the careless He Jiawei didn't notice any changes, but in the second year of high school, He Jiawei gradually felt that something was wrong.

Once again, He Jiawei, who was replaced by the coach because of the fourth foul, pointed at Qi Feng dissatisfiedly on the sidelines and complained, "Foul! He definitely fouled!"

"What kind of rule did he commit so well?" The basketball coach of Lingcheng High School is famous for his iron-blooded skills, and he is probably the only one who can restrain He Jiawei.

"He, he, he," He Jiawei finally realized what made him feel wrong for so long, "A point guard, why is he so tall? This is simply a foul!"

Just now, seeing the opponent take off easily, whoever wanted to cover his own hot pot, and caused him to be called an offensive foul, and now he has to come down and sit on the bench.

The coach was amused by his logic, "It's a foul to be tall? He is a high jumper, so it's easy to get taller." In addition to the basketball coach, he also serves as the school's track and field coach, so he naturally knows the main competitors of other schools .

"It's not fair, I want to practice high jump too!" He Jiawei said angrily, he was clearly taller than Qi Feng in the third year of junior high school, why would he look up to Qi Feng unconsciously?

"You?" The coach looked up and down, "Your muscle type is not suitable for high jumping at all. Have you ever seen a high jumper as wide as you?"

"I am strong, I am strong!"

"Okay, okay," the coach waved his hand, "You should concentrate on practicing your sprint. I think it's not a problem to improve your ability by a few tenths of a second. Why don't you work hard? Don't run to the gym after school in the future. Leave it to me to train!"

He Jiawei's face stretched longer than a donkey's, and this account was naturally placed on Qi Feng's head again.

"Are you angry again?" Qi Feng is familiar with him, and He Jiawei is a person who can't hide things in his heart, so you can tell what he's thinking by seeing his expression, "Why are you so angry? Tyrannosaurus-like."

Recently, a game is very popular among students of their age. Tyrannosaurus rex is a pet in it. It looks very cute and cute, with a big head and small body, pink skin, but it insists on putting on a very fierce look. He often leans forward, sticks his butt up, swings his two front paws up and down on both sides of his body, and sprays small flames from his mouth, which is very popular among girls.

"What Tyrannosaurus! You are the Tyrannosaurus!" He Jiawei yelled at Qi Feng in a standard Tyrannosaurus fire-breathing posture.

"Hahaha, Tyrannosaurus rex, it's so similar! Tyrannosaurus rex!" Qi Feng's words happened to be heard by his teammates passing by, and he bent over while covering his stomach and laughing.

"You!" He Jiawei's anger had to be poured on Qi Feng again, "How old are you and you still call people nicknames, you are not childish! You bloody cake!"

Qi Feng spread his hands, and his teammates ran away with a smile. After a while, everyone in Yanlai's team knew He Jiawei's new nickname.

When the people in Lingcheng also started to call the He Family Violent Tyrannosaurus, he finally ran away.After challenging Qi Feng again and being beaten to pieces, He Jiawei had no choice but to buy a large piece of Qi Feng cake angrily, and in front of Qi Feng, pierced the cake into briquettes with a fork, and then ate it without any scum left.

"One day I will eat you up like this piece of cake!" The pure He Jiawei set up a lofty ambition.

"It's not sure who will eat who." Qi Feng looked at He Jiawei coldly, and finally added, "Tyrannosaurus rex."

"Don't call me Tyrannosaurus!!!"

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The height of Qi Feng in the third year of high school finally stopped at 189.5, He Jiawei heaved a sigh of relief, and insisted that he would not recognize the calculation method of rounding. If Qi Feng grows to 1.9 meters, it would be a big blow to him, although it is still possible now. Not sure where to go.I have long heard that people who jump backwards are more scary, but I didn't expect it to be this scary.

In the third year of high school, everyone was busy reviewing and sprinting. He Jiawei had long made up his mind to take the entrance examination for the sports school. He could pass in the culture class even if his grades were a little low, so he still didn't feel any sense of crisis, so he ran to the gym every three days.

After He Jiawei got acquainted with Qi Feng's family for a while, he found out that the gym was opened by a middle-aged man. The first floor is a practice hall, and the second floor is equivalent to a staff dormitory. Father Feng manages the gym, and the boss only comes here occasionally.

This day, He Jiawei felt something was wrong when he arrived at the gymnasium. Qi Feng's father was visiting the gymnasium with a person he had never seen before.

"What's wrong?" He Jiawei found Qi Feng and asked him.

"The gymnasium may be closing." Qi Feng couldn't see sadness or joy on his face.

"What did you say?" He Jiawei seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue.

"The curator is going abroad. This place may be sold. The one outside is here to see the house. It is said that he wants to turn it into a disco. There will be no gym in the future."

It was difficult for He Jiawei to accept this fact for a while, for such a long time, he had obviously regarded the gymnasium as his second home.

"What about you?" He asked after a while.

"I'll find another place to live," Qi Feng shrugged and answered lightly.

He Jiawei's eyes were filled with reluctance and sadness, and after a while, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Qi Ying sighed like an adult, "Brother, why do I seem to see fallen leaves falling on Brother Africa's head?"

"Who knows."

"Obviously we are the ones who will be homeless soon, why does he look more sad?"

"Who knows."

"Do you think he is reluctant to part with the gymnasium, or is he reluctant to part with us?"

"Who knows."

For the next two weeks, He Jiawei refrained from going to the gymnasium. When he thought that the fresh and straightforward girl in the gymnasium would soon turn into a disco girl with heavy make-up, he felt as if a knife was piercing his heart.

He wanted to revisit his old place, but he couldn't bear to see the gymnasium being demolished. He was depressed for many days in a row, even losing a game couldn't make him so sad.

The coach couldn't stand it anymore, "If you're not in the mood to practice, go back. You're staying on the training ground now, and you don't know where your mind is going. What's the difference between being here and not being here?"

He Jiawei gritted his teeth, picked up his schoolbag and rushed to the bus stop. Without the gym, he would no longer have the chance to meet the loli who practice judo in the future, and he would not be able to eat the meat stewed by Qi Feng's mother, and there was no excuse Going to play with Qi Feng... On the bus, He Jiawei's thoughts spread out of control.

Panting heavily, He Jiawei ran to the entrance of the gymnasium. The sign was still the same. Lolitas in Taoist uniforms came in and out of the door. He Jiawei was dumbfounded. Didn't it move yet?

"Yo, long time no see." A familiar voice appeared behind him.

He Jiawei was overjoyed, "What about you? What about it?" He couldn't understand his words in a moment of excitement.

"The Gym is closed."

"What did you say?"

"The Gym is closed." Qi Feng repeated.

"Really?"

Qi Feng didn't want to continue to pay attention to the smirking man in front of him at all. If others saw him, he would think that he had something to do with this psychopath.

"Hey, don't go, tell me, why is it closed and not closed again? Didn't the priest go abroad?"

Qi Feng couldn't bear it and turned around, "First, it's the curator, not the Taoist leader; second, although the curator has gone abroad, the students strongly oppose closing the gym, so now the gym is entrusted to our family to run; third, this It's obviously our family's business, why do you, an outsider, take it so seriously?"

He Jiawei automatically blocked the first and third, and Guang noticed the second, "What do you mean by entrusted management? Does it mean that this gym now belongs to your family?"

Qi Feng laughed, "Why, is it your ideal to marry the son of the curator of the gymnasium?"

"No, my ideal is to marry the daughter of the curator of the gymnasium," He Jiawei said without thinking.

The smile on Qi Feng's face disappeared immediately, "I'm really sorry, I don't have any sisters who can fulfill your wish."

He Jiawei was immersed in the joy of regaining what was lost, and he rushed into the gym excitedly, "Auntie, I'm here!"

"Hey, Jiawei hasn't been here for a long time. Auntie stewed mutton tonight. Let's stay for dinner."

"Thank you auntie!"

The well-fed He Jiawei lay lazily on the floor of Qi Feng's room, squinting his eyes, hugging his belly, with a contented expression.

"If you lie down after eating, you will turn into a pig."

It was rare for He Jiawei not to be angry, but instead talked about irrelevant topics.

"Hey, Qi Feng."

"Ok?"

"Have you decided where to apply for the college entrance examination?"

"none of your business?"

"I'll report to the Sports Institute, so you should too."

Qi Feng sneered, "Why should I report the same as you?"

This question caught He Jiawei, he scratched his head, "Look, you play basketball and practice high jump, why don't you report to the Sports Institute?"

"Other schools also recruit sports students, but I'm not like you, I can only go to the sports school for my grades."

He Jiawei stopped talking, and after a while he suddenly sighed in a rare way, Qi Feng couldn't help but give him a strange look at such an uncharacteristic behavior.

"Then don't we have to be rivals for another four years?"

Qi Feng didn't answer.

After a long time, He Jiawei's voice sounded in the empty space.

"I haven't tried what it's like to partner with you."

The sky gradually darkened, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the moonlight shone in through the window, blurring the two of them.