Strawberry West Toast

Although he promised Pei Yiwei to take the reading with him, Wang Zhen was completely at a loss as to what to read and how to read it.Ma Zhinan probably considered this situation in advance, and asked Lan Xin to bring a passage to the podium early in the morning, and then asked Wang Zhen to go up after the people in the class read it. This way the difficulty of leading the reading is much less difficult. Basically, Wang Zhen only needs to read a few sentences along .

Wang Zhen originally thought that Jiang Yu called his brother to tease him, but this guy read quite hard, and his voice was so eloquent that Wang Zhen was a little embarrassed.

"That is," Jiang Yu said, "I won the first prize in the municipal singing competition in elementary school."

"I saw a big face." Wang Zhen said.

Jiang Yu clicked his tongue and said, "Don't believe me, I'll show you the trophy."

As he said that, he was about to flip through the phone album.

Wang Zhen didn't want to see his trophy, so he knocked on the table to change the topic: "Pei Yiwei has agreed to join the volleyball team."

"What," Jiang Yu was stunned, "What did you say?"

"I said that Pei Yiwei agreed to join the volleyball team." Wang Zhen said.

"Damn!" Jiang Yu almost jumped up from the chair, "When did it happen!"

"Last night," Wang Zhen said, "Teacher Ma and I went to find him."

"Looking for him?" Jiang Yu froze for a moment.

Wang Zhen said, "Well, didn't he miss two days of class?"

"Very good, very good," Jiang Yu was still too excited to recover, "You are too good!"

"It's okay." Wang Zhen cupped his hands in a modest gesture.

Jiang Yu said: "How did you convince him?"

"Guess." Wang Zhen said.

"Let me think about it," Jiang Yu touched his chin, "Seduction/seduction?"

Wang Zhen almost choked to death on his saliva.

"You don't want someone anymore?" Wang Zhen glared at him.

"Don't! I'm just kidding!" Jiang Yu said, "So how did you convince me?"

"I didn't convince him. He brought it up on his own initiative, so I let it go," Wang Zhen said, "I guess...he might be in a good mood at that time."

"It's still brother Zhen, now we have the hope of winning the first place!" Jiang Yu raised Erlang's legs happily, and just missed giving Wang Zhen a thumbs up.

Jiang Yu attaches great importance to the volleyball game, and Wang Zhen found out that his father is a player who retired from the city volleyball game after asking.He started playing volleyball in junior high school, but because his body was not affected by Newton's second law, he always developed to the left and right.

When they practiced, Pei Yiwei just came back from the hospital, took off her school uniform and went to the court.Knowing that Pei Yiwei was very excited after joining the volleyball team, Ma Zhinan encouraged a few people, as if they were about to represent China in the next Olympic Games.

The team had just been formed, and everyone was unfamiliar with it, and there was no unified team uniform. The temporary team Jiang Yu remembered that Wang Zhen could draw, so he simply asked him to design, and handed over the drawing to the manufacturer.

"Is there a color you don't like?" Wang Zhen asked how many of them were holding the ball.

"Why don't you ask if you have a favorite color?" Jiang Yu said.

"Because I know you will definitely say black." Wang Zhen said.

"...It seems to be true." Jiang Yu thought for a while and said.

In the end, Pei Yiwei said first, "Red."

"Okay." Wang Zhen clicked on the memo and wrote it down.

"Yellow, blue, green and purple are not allowed." Cai Zhuoxi said.

"..." Wang Zhen looked at them, "You can just say it's white, and I've screened all the three primary colors for you."

"That's not okay," Choi Cheuk Hei said, "White is easy to get dirty."

"Forget it," Wang Zhen said, "I'll send the color card to our group and make a group vote, but the printed effect may not be quite what you think."

"Well," Jiang Yu said, "It's almost fine, we're not going to a beauty pageant."

Jiang Yu divided the players into two groups for the training match. In the team, he, Wang Zhen and Zhang Yuan were the only ones with excellent skills. The results of the draw showed that the three who could play were in the same group.

"Why don't I go to Pei Yiwei's place?" Wang Zhen said, "Otherwise there will be no suspense in this match."

Jiang Yu looked at Pei Yiwei: "How about Pei Shen?"

"Okay," Pei Yiwei said, "Wang Zhen plays the setter?"

"Yeah." Wang Zhen nodded.

The two groups of people stood up, and Pei Yiwei served the ball.He trotted a few steps with the ball in his arms. Wang Zhen didn't have much hope. Xueshen said he "can't", probably at the level of Xinshou Village. Let him play the main attack because of his height, and also because of the overall strength of the liberal arts class. The level is really not good.

Over there, Pei Yiwei quickened his pace, and Wang Zhen was taken aback for a moment—his running rhythm didn't seem like he knew how to fight.

The next moment, Pei Yiwei took advantage of his strength to take off. He had to say that height is indeed a great advantage in playing volleyball. The moment he jumped up, Wang Zhen felt the surroundings quiet down. Then, the ball hit the ground quickly and hard, and he responded. Before the hand was stretched out, the ball hit the ground with a loud "bang".

"Serve and score!" Ma Zhinan yelled, flipping over the scoring card.

Jiang Yu's exclamation came from the opposite side.

"Damn it!" Jiang Yu yelled, "God Pei, you are too good at pretending, you can't fucking call it!"

"Stop swearing!" Ma Zhinan yelled.

"Oh." Jiang Yu closed his mouth.

He looked a little reconciled, pointed at Pei Yiwei and said, "God Pei, you are not mean enough, you still say you can't when you know how to do it."

Pei Yiwei ignored him and stretched his arms.

Jiang Yu felt bored, shrugged resentfully, and concentrated on the game.Zhang Yuan served the ball over there. His ball was not as ruthless and fast as Pei Yiwei. After being stopped by a free agent, it fell into Wang Zhen's hands. Wang Zhen estimated the position and passed the ball to Pei Yiwei. The eagle's wings spread out like the same, and he scored without hesitation and scored a point.

"Beautiful!" Wang Zhen gave him a thumbs up.

Pei Yi tossed her forehead hair slightly, froze for a moment, and gave him a thumbs up too.

Although Pei Yiwei's beautiful appearance really surprised people, but the players couldn't hold back and kept giving points to the opponent. Halfway through the round, the scores of the two sides were tightly locked, and their side was only two points ahead of Jiang Yu.

It was the first time Wang Zhen played volleyball with Pei Yiwei, and the cooperation between them was still unstable. After halftime, they gradually found their rhythm, and in the second half, the ball could basically reach Pei Yiwei's position.

A smash scored another point.

Wang Zhen gave him a thumbs up.

Pei Yiwei gave her thumbs back as usual.

Team sports are amazing. It allows two people with very different personalities to become partners. They don't need any words, but only rely on body movements to communicate and communicate.Pei Yiwei is very smart, and will use subtle gestures to give Wang Zhen hints about the next ball. Wang Zhen receives his hints, like a soldier aiming a gun at the bull's-eye, aiming and firing accurately and decisively.

Finally hit the target.

"Okay!" Ma Zhinan turned over the scoring card again.

"Old horse, you are biased!" Jiang Yu shouted, "Why don't you say yes to our score!"

Ma Zhinan laughed, "Everything is fine!"

Jiang Yu probably got annoyed by his perfunctory attitude, turned his head, took the ball from the setter and dunked it towards the opposite side, obviously vicious in his movements.

Jiang Yu's fighting spirit was aroused by Ma Zhinan's "yes", everyone tensed up, unlike the first half, when some people stood in a daze when the ball flew and were hit by the ball.

When the opponent's fighting spirit increased, Wang Zhen's heartbeat also began to speed up slowly, jumping higher when blocking the net, and running faster.

It was so much fun, it had been a long time since I sweated so profusely, until Ma Zhinan blew the whistle to announce that they had won, Wang Zhen's heartbeat was still beating violently.

He wiped his sweat, and the sweat fell into his eyes, stung him to blink a few times.

"Towel." Pei Yi touched his arm slightly, and handed over a sweat towel.

"Thank you."

Wang Zhen took the sweat towel and wiped it a few times, and found that this sweat towel looked familiar, as if it was the one at the milk tea shop last time.

Thinking of this, he asked, and Pei Yi hummed slightly: "What?"

"...It's okay." Wang Zhen shook his head.

After a while, Pei Yiwei said again: "Do you mind?"

Originally, Pei Yiwei didn't talk about Wang Zhen and planned to pretend that nothing happened. The two men just used a sweat towel. Don't tell me that Wang Zhen won't take it seriously. At the time of Mu Xin, he and Yang Hang I often drink from a water cup, and I don't think there is any problem. Now that Pei Yi mentions it, it seems that there is something wrong with him.

"No," Wang Zhen said calmly, "let's go and drink water."

Pei Yiwei didn't ask any more questions, and there was no need to ask. The two of them drank water, listened to Ma Zhinan's passionate encouragement, changed their clothes and went to the classroom.

"Let's have supper after self-study." Wang Zhen said on the way back.

"Okay." Pei Yi nodded slightly.

With Xu Zhonghai's extra exercises, the evening self-study became... quite fulfilling.

There are many questions that Wang Zhen does not know. In the past, Wang Zhen was afraid and hated mathematics, but now the meaning of this thing is a little different. This is the first time that a teacher has asked him a question alone. No matter what the starting point is, Wang Zhen feels that it is necessary finish it.

At the end of the evening self-study, he stayed for a while, and only remembered that Pei Yiwei was waiting for someone when the lights in the classroom were turned off.

"I'll be right away." Wang Zhen gestured to him and began to collect the bag.

"No rush." ​​Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen quickly stuffed the book into the table bucket, put on the bag and stood up: "Let's go."

After leaving the classroom, Wang Zhen felt a little embarrassed belatedly.

Emergency lights are usually turned on in teaching buildings after the lights are turned off, but the lights are so weak that they are basically useless, and the narrow corridors in the daytime become full of privacy due to the darkness.At this point, there are often couples who are in love hiding in a dark corner to kiss or whisper. When passing by the water room, Wang Zhen saw a couple. They looked familiar, and they were realistic.

"Wen is really in love?" Wang Zhen said softly to Pei Yiwei, wanting to ease the embarrassment in the dark through chatting.

"Well," Pei Yiwei said, "it's human nature."

The word "human nature" came out of Pei Yiwei's mouth, which seemed a little weird.He doesn't have many friends himself, but when it comes to love, his attitude is quite natural. Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was trying to dissolve his stereotype of Xueba.

Maybe it was the darkness that gave people an invisible sense of security, Wang Zhen suddenly said, "What about you?"

The moment he asked, Wang Zhen began to regret it, he was too reckless, he hadn't figured out what he wanted from Pei Yiwei, although getting along with him was very comfortable, but the relationship was just like that, not enough to talk about this kind of topic.He is not a person who will take the initiative to take risks emotionally, because of his special sexuality, and he has met a prodigal like Zuo Xingjian, he is afraid of being played with his feelings, so afraid of this, he dare not even try.

"Me?" Pei Yi glanced at him slightly.

The arrow shot out couldn't turn back, and his mind turned quickly, Wang Zhen said: "I just want to ask if you want to fall in love."

Pei Yi was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't thought about this problem."

It is impossible to say that he is not disappointed. Wang Zhen thought that he would at least say "I want" or "I don't want to". Is "I haven't thought about it" a perfunctory word, or is it just a single-minded learning master?Wang Zhen couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to understand it either.

Now that the answer is here, Pei Yiwei has never thought about falling in love, so her little affection for him is actually wishful thinking, and the other party did not receive it.

The lights suddenly brightened, reaching the first floor.

There were street lights on the first floor, and the silhouette in the darkness became clear. Pei Yiwei still had the same expressionless face, with clear brows, and the curve of the bridge of the nose was as beautiful as a statue.

"Hurry up," someone nearby said to a friend, "the supper will be sold out later."

Pei Yi looked at Wang Zhen slightly: "Hurry up?"

"Yes." Wang Zhen said.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, there really wasn't anything left. Wang Zhen ordered a bowl of noodles and two cups of honey grapefruit water, gave Pei Yiwei a cup, and slowly made noodles by himself.

"The honey pomelo water at school is pretty bad," Wang Zhen said. "There is a milk tea shop next to my house that makes good ones. I'll bring you a cup next time."

Pei Yi hummed slightly and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

Wang Zhen drank a few sips of grapefruit water, and the embarrassment that belonged only to him came up again.

Pei Yiwei is not a person who will take the initiative to talk to. Wang Zhen has never met such a person in the past. He can chat a few words without making jokes, but it doesn't go deep, but the opposite person is someone he has a crush on. It's easy to look deliberate when he has nothing to say. To be able to chat, both of them have to be in the mood. Like Pei Yiwei, it is easy to fall into the situation of "although we are chatting, but it is no different from talking to ourselves".

"Is there a plan for Eleven?" Wang Zhen picked up a topic and said it casually.

Pei Yi looked up slightly: "Eleven is at the booth."

I think so, after all, I am a small money fan.

"I wasn't very calm that day," Pei Yiwei said suddenly, "I may encounter similar things in the future."

Wang Zhen paused, he didn't expect him to mention this suddenly.

"You..." Pei Yiwei put down his chopsticks, "Don't worry about this from now on."

The aunt in the cafeteria yelled and rushed the students out, preparing to lock the door.

Pei Yi paused for a moment and said, "They have nothing to do with you."

They have nothing to do with you.

Wang Zhen's heart sank.

"Let's go!" the aunt yelled, "What time is it!"

After a while, Wang Zhen nodded: "...Understood."