non-absolute crush

"You can be late if you step on the bell to enter the classroom, do you believe it?" Jiang Xun's voice fell, and what Qi Feifan said rolled in Song Ran's mind again.

The moment he looked at Jiang Xun with a smile in his eyes, Song Ran was stunned for a moment, an inexplicable emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he almost blurted out: "Did you deliberately not shoot the goal?" "You Is it the supervisory standard that was changed only today?"

Fortunately, Tan Wei, who was so exhausted at the critical moment, caught up. Hearing Jiang Xun's words, Song Ran said, "You really don't remember me? I'm very uneasy, why don't you remember me?" ?” expression, hurriedly went up and put his arms around Song Ran’s shoulders and dragged towards the class: “Brother Jiang said that it’s not late, so what’s the ink? Hurry up and read early!”

While dragging Song Ran into the classroom, Tan Wei turned his head and showed Jiang Xun a grateful smile.

Jiang Xun's eyes stayed on Tan Wei's hand on Song Ran's shoulder, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked back Tan Wei's very insincere smile.

Song Ran calmed down a little when he sat on the chair, and sighed secretly that it was good that Tan Wei dragged him in, otherwise it would be embarrassing to ask those words.What Qi Feifan was talking about was when he was in junior high school, but now it's normal for people to change the supervision rules.He didn't know why he had such narcissistic, abnormal thoughts.

Qi Feifan turned around with his book in his hand, and looked at them panting: "You two came running? Eh, it's strange, I called you when Yu Porridge and I were leaving, and Song Ran answered me, didn't you wake up already?" ?"

Song Ran realized that he had mixed the dream and the reality in a daze. In the dream, Qi Feifan and Yu Xingzhou waved and said to leave first, but it was actually reality.

Song Ran said nothing, and smiled awkwardly at him: "Ahahaha..."

Qi Feifan understood, but in the blink of an eye he had another grudge: "Tell me, which of you has an affair with Jiang Xun? Hasn't this been recorded as late?"

Tan Wei, who was not recorded for being late and didn't need to be scolded and didn't sweep the floor, was in a good mood. He borrowed Yu Xingzhou's water glass and poured himself a big mouthful from mid-air. He wiped his mouth when he felt comfortable, and said quite proudly, "We all have them."

Qi Feifan looked at Tan Wei with contempt: "You? Forget it, only Song Ran, who looks like Song Ran looks more like having an affair with Jiang Xun."

"Tsk, Qi Feifan, you are superficial!" Tan Wei looked sad.

"Me? What kind of adultery, no adultery. We know each other, but we don't know each other well. He probably didn't do it on purpose. Junior high school is different from high school. Junior high school is compulsory education, and the studies are not heavy. It's normal to be so strict. High school is so stressful. , It’s too unreasonable to be so strict. He must have changed the supervision guidelines.” Hearing the word adultery, Song Ran quickly defended himself.

Qi Feifan didn't quite believe it, and was about to refute, but his arm was touched by Yu Xingzhou, the deputy monitor and roommate: "Fei Fan, Xiao Song, I'm reading in the morning now, and I'll talk after class." The mouth turned back.

Song Ran also exhaled, took out the Chinese book and opened it.

After reading a few words, he couldn't help but look out of the window.

Outside the window, the monitor of class [-] had already picked up the supervision form and came back, and was discussing something with Jiang Xun.

Looking at Jiang Xun's side face, Song Ran's heart beat inexplicably faster again, and he was a little irritable: Why am I like this?Is it because Jiang Xun looks better?But he is a boy!And why do I have such narcissistic thoughts?Why is it so strange?

Song Ran, who has never been in love since she was a child, and who is not too experienced in the world, didn't realize that boys actually like boys too.

He shook his head, turned his gaze back, and attributed all his doubts to the fact that he just went to high school and was not very used to it, so he loves to think wildly and make up his mind.

Outside the window, the squad leader of Class [-] asked Jiang Xun: "I picked up the supervision watch, but luckily it didn't drift too far. Is anyone late today?"

Jiang Xun shook his head: "No."

"Ah, that's great. Didn't anyone go in by stepping on the bell?"

Jiang Xun paused, and answered very candidly: "Well, no."

"Oh, that's great. Let's start checking hygiene!"

……

Although Song Ran found a reason for himself that could be explained reasonably, he also warned himself not to think about it.But Jiang Xun came to supervise every day. Although there was no direct contact, Jiang Xun would stand at the door at the junction of Class [-] and Class [-] while waiting, and stand facing the class.Song Ran could see it as soon as he raised his head, and couldn't help but think wildly when he saw it.

He tried his best to restrain himself, not to look up when Jiang Xun came to supervise.

Every time Jiang Xun stood at the door of the third class, chatting with the people next to him, while pretending to glance into the class inadvertently, he just wanted to see Song Ran.

But every time I saw Song Ran, I could only see his upright figure and cold face, and Song Ran never raised his head much, as if he didn't notice his existence.

Jiang Xun could only sigh secretly again: the task is heavy and the road is long.

Soon it was Thursday, Song Ran was still a little scared before going to the physical education class in the afternoon.

I am afraid that there will be another part of public pitching, and I am afraid that I will not make a single shot and continue to stand there in embarrassment.

In class, the physical education teacher asked Xia Xingchen to lead them after warming up, but did not teach new content, and asked them to spread out the ball to practice the pitching taught in the previous class.

Pitching is actually very simple, and most of the students know how to do it. During scattered practice, most of them treat it as a free activity, and a few who want to play gather together to occupy a field and start playing.

The teacher also turned a blind eye to them and ignored them. After they dispersed, he fixed his eyes on Song Ran and waved to him: "Come on, come here, I'll teach you how to throw."

Song Ran obediently ran over with the basketball in his arms.

The teacher looked at him up and down for a while: "He's not short, and he doesn't look like someone who can't even make a shot! You haven't touched basketball before, have you?"

Song Ran smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I haven't touched basketball much before."

The teacher was a little surprised. Boys aged sixteen or seventeen were nothing more than basketball and games. He didn't understand why some boys didn't touch the ball very much: "Didn't you go out to play with your friends on weekends?"

"Well, no, I usually practice piano on weekends."

"Ah, you are an artist, you really look like an artist. Alright, artist, I'll show you a few demonstrations, pay attention to my posture and gestures." The teacher said, taking the ball in Song Ran's hand Start teaching him.

After the teaching, I submitted a few demonstrations to Song Ran. Seeing that Song Ran should have understood it, I asked him to try to vote a few times. I stood by and watched him vote, pointing out what he still needs to correct.

Song Ran is not stupid, after the teacher's guidance, he has improved rapidly, and he can already touch the basket and the net, and he has made a shot once.But his strength still needs to be mastered slowly, which is not something that can be understood in just one lesson, so the teacher nodded: "I leave this field to you, you can practice a few more times to find the feeling."

After the teacher finished speaking, he went to the girl's side to have a look, and guided a few poorer girls.Seeing that everyone was harmonious and self-conscious, he left the basketball court with a form and walked towards the gymnasium to deal with his own affairs.

After the teacher left, Song Ran noticed that Jiang Xun and Xia Xingchen were standing beside them.

Jiang Xun was still as nimble and nimble as yesterday on the court, and he didn't look like he couldn't make a shot from the spot.

Not long after, Tan Wei came over holding the ball.

Qi Feifan mixed among the boys and played against other boys. Tan Wei originally wanted to go, but when he thought about his poor skills, he would also run with him, so he came to practice with Song Ran, a rookie with self-knowledge. .

"How is it, Xiao Song? Did you get in?"

"It's much better than last time, just scored a goal."

"Really? I don't believe it, let's vote for my brother." Tan Wei patted the ball, looking like he didn't want to play.

"Are you looking down on me? Come on, I'll show you the shot. Keep your eyes open." Song Ran glanced at him, stared at the basket and started to shoot.

But maybe someone looked a little nervous, Song Ran slipped his hand and didn't grasp the strength well, which is almost the same as yesterday's situation.

Tan Wei almost laughed out loud beside him.

Song Ran blushed, picked up the ball and looked at Tan Wei seriously: "I knew you would laugh, but the one just now was just to tease you, it doesn't count."

Tan Wei clutched his stomach: "Okay, okay, try again."

Song Ran took a deep breath and started to shoot the ball. Although the ball didn't go in, it passed the basket and almost made it. Compared with yesterday, it was indeed a huge improvement.

Although he didn't enter, Song Ran was quite proud and turned his head to raise an eyebrow at Tan Wei.

Tan Wei couldn't help laughing again. Those who didn't know thought that Song Ran had just shot a standard three-pointer.

After laughing for a long time, he should be encouraged or encouraged. He was about to praise Song Ran, when a very awkward voice came from the side:

"Hey, Song Ran, are the kindergarten kids practicing smashing frames?"

This voice is a bit familiar. The last time Song Ran heard it was a year ago. At that time, the voice finally said: "Get out, are they all fucking sick?"

Song Ran turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Zhan Ye, who was not much different from the image, and looked thorny indeed.

Zhan Ye is tall, thin but not weak. His body is full of muscles that have been cultivated since he was a child.He is considered handsome, but the corners of his eyes are downcast, and there is a knuckle-wide scar on the right brow bone, plus he doesn't like to smile and has shaved an inch, the whole person shows a kind of fierce social youth appearance.

Most of the No. [-] Middle School students are good students. Even if you wear No. [-] Middle School clothes, no matter how fierce you look, you will know that you are a good student.At this time, what makes Zhan Ye the most social youth is the newly lit cigarette in his hand.

The No. [-] middle school has very strict discipline control, and if you are caught smoking, you have to record a major demerit.No one knew how Zhanye, as a student of No. [-] middle school, had the courage to smoke on campus so openly.

"Fuck, isn't this the guy from Zhanye? Why is he here too?" Seeing Zhanye, Tan Wei was so startled that he almost jumped up.

However, Song Ran calmly looked at Zhanye, and then pulled the corner of his mouth, his voice was not loud but enough for Zhanye to hear clearly: "Hey, Zhanye, you just moved back from the beach?"