Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

Not having such a good temper, he has no intention of entangled with this group of people, and he doesn't bother to explain.

Ke Ming got up and was ready to leave.

Cheng Ji grabbed his arm, "Stop, if you don't make this point clear today, don't even think about leaving."

Ke Ming turned his head and cast a sideways glance at Cheng Ji, just as he was about to explode, he saw Wan Xin coming up from below.

Ke Ming shook off Cheng Ji and held his hand, and when Wan Xin came up to him, he looked at Wan Xin a little funny.

"It's just in time, come on, tell them, did I release the water for you on purpose, or did you release the water for me on purpose."

Wan Xin also opened the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, he noticed this side from below, and saw that Ke Ming was faintly showing signs of having an attack, so he walked up, unexpectedly, it was because of this.

"Tomorrow afternoon, bring the basketball, see you soon."

Wan Xin lightly got off the gauntlet, and lightly returned to the third class, leaving a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

Ke Ming laughed loudly, regardless of the feelings of his classmates.

He seemed to have seen his teammates who were brutally abused by Wan Xin.

Ke Ming temporarily put aside the outcry between his teammates and him just now, and patted Cheng Ji's shoulder gloatingly, saying earnestly, "Come on, buddy, I'm optimistic about you."

After speaking, he stepped up the steps with an arrogant smile.

16, 16

Seeing Ke Ming walking up, Miao Zaiqing thought he was going to go out, but unexpectedly he was walking towards her.

Ke Ming didn't want to go out at first, and Wan Xin still has a game later, so he still wants to watch it.

He just didn't want to sit with those idiots and wanted to change seats, but it happened that there was no one at Wan Xin's table, so he passed.

"The seedlings are green."

Miao Zaiqing looked at Ke Ming and hummed.

Ke Ming sat down beside Miao Zaiqing, waved his long arm, Miao Zaiqing hid beside him.

Ke Ming put his hands behind his head and let out a long sigh, "These idiots actually said that I deliberately let Wan Xin down, so I just laughed."

When Ke Ming spoke, he just scored a goal. Everyone was cheering, but Miao Zaiqing couldn't hear clearly.

"Ok?"

"Tsk, nothing."

Miao Zaiqing continued to watch the game.

after awhile.

"This group of idiots, don't be tortured and cried by Wan Xin tomorrow."

Another goal was scored, and there was another cheer, but I still couldn't hear it clearly.

Miao Zaiqing felt that Ke Ming was like an idiot who only talked when someone scored a goal.

For Wan Xin's sake, Miao Zaiqing endured and endured.

The match between Class [-] and Class [-] was nothing to watch. Class [-] scored frequently. On the other hand, Class [-]'s score was barely maintained at half of Class [-]'s score line.

Without any suspense, Class Ten won this overwhelming victory.

After another women's basketball game, Miao Zaiqing saw Wan Xin and the others leave the court.

Wan Xin stood in the middle of the half court, holding a basketball in his hand, and glanced behind the stands.

Seeing Wan Xin looking at him, Ke Ming cupped his hands to his mouth.

"Whoo~"

Miao Zaiqing frowned and turned her head away.

He had never yelled like this before, and he didn't understand it, and he didn't like it very much.

With the whistle of the referee, the duel between class three and class ten began.

Xia Jingning, who intercepted the ball from Class Ten, easily scored the first point.

A few minutes later, Miao Zaiqing frowned as he looked at a member of Class [-] who had fallen to the ground.

Miao Zaiqing looked at it very seriously, in a cloud of fog. Several times he thought that there was no movement of the foul.

Especially when he saw a member of Class [-] standing directly in front of Wan Xin with his hands on Wan Xin's waist.

What the hell?

Is it all right for him?

What a weird sport basketball is.

Ke Ming next to him cursed abruptly, "Fuck."

After a short break, the game continued.

Class Ten serves and passes the ball.

A group of people gathered under the basket to look left and right, while staring at the movement of the basketball, while also paying attention to the movements of the opponents around them.

Class [-]'s shot was intercepted by Wan Xin with a jump, three or four people competed under the basket, the ball slipped out of the court, and the whistle sounded.

Class [-] served the ball, and a group of people quickly gathered around the basket again. A basketball player from Class [-] dribbled the ball and rushed into the crowd, bumping into Wan Xin, and both of them fell to the ground.

Wan Xin quickly got up, wiped off his sweat, and stood in a good position. It seemed that nothing was wrong.

Ke Ming next to him cursed again, "Grass."

Just watching the half-time game, Miao Zaiqing didn't know how many times he heard Ke Ming's shit.

Miao Zaiqing got up and passed by Ke Ming.

"Hey, it's not over yet, where are you going?"

"bathroom."

"Bring a bottle of ice water when you come back, thanks."

Miao Zaiqing nodded and walked outside.

The toilet is actually a little far away from the supermarket, and it is not in the same way.

By the time he returned to the stadium, the game was drawing to a close.

Ke Ming took the ice water that Miao Zaiqing handed over, "It's almost over."

"Hey, what are you holding?"

Miao Zaiqing sat down and looked at the white envelope in her hand, "Love letter."

Ke Ming, who was drinking water, was choked by Miao Zaiqing's sudden words, and he coughed so hard that he almost passed out of breath.

After finally recovering, he looked at Miao Zaiqing with an incredulous expression, "Is there someone else who wrote you a love letter?"

As soon as the words fell, Ke Ming felt that there seemed to be ambiguity in his words, and he was about to correct them.

"Wan Xin's."

"Yo, I handed it all over to you, what grade are you in?"

"Looks like first grade."

Miao Zaiqing replied uncertainly, then looked at the basketball players who were playing fiercely on the court.

In the last few minutes, Wan Xin suddenly became extremely excited as if he had taken a stimulant, as if the previous few ten minutes were just warming up.

I saw that he was surrounded by the other party, but he didn't look like a trapped animal at all. Instead, he was like a gods help, swimming freely among them, and cooperating with Xia Jingning to score frequently.

The game was finally over, and with the cheering voices of the members of the third class off the court and the cheering people in the stands, the third class declared victory.

Wan Xin punched Xia Jingning, then walked towards the stands.

Wan Xin passed Ke Ming, sat down beside Miao Zaiqing, put one hand on the back of the chair behind Miao Zaiqing, and handed the bottle of water to him in the other.

"Do me a favor."

Miao Zaiqing took the water silently, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it back.

Ke Ming next to him picked up the envelope that Miao Zaiqing put on his lap, his arms dangled in front of him, Miao Zaiqing tried to shrink back.

"Hey, a love letter from my elementary school girl."

"Huh? Where did it come from?"

"The elementary school girl asked Miao Zaiqing to hand it over to you."

Wan Xin was puzzled and reached out to take it, but Ke Ming was very nervous, and when he saw that Wan Xin was almost enough, he retracted.

After repeating this several times, the two of them had a great time, but Miao Zaiqing was furious.

He waved the two arms in front of him, got up and stepped on the chair directly, and stepped out, his movements were not messy at all.

Ke Ming reacted a little too late, and Wan Xin took the envelope in his hand.

"Damn, is he sick?"

Wan Xin clicked his tongue, and glanced at the doorway where no one was there.

"gone."

"There's also the girls' final, don't you want to watch it?"

Wan Xin lacked interest, "Yes."

The two walked out of the basketball court, and when they passed a trash can by the road, Wan Xin threw the envelope into it.

"Yo, don't you open it and take a look?"

"Do you like it?"

"Cut, labor and capital are not rare."

After playing two games in a row, Wan Xin exhausted his energy a bit. After dinner with Ke Ming, he rejected his invitation to continue playing basketball and went back to the dormitory alone.

Wan Xin reached out to twist the doorknob of the dormitory.

Ok?

Wan Xin twisted again, but still couldn't open it, so he knocked on the door twice.

"In Qing."

"In Qing?"

Damn, not here.

Wan Xin reached into his trouser pocket, but it was empty.

He remembered and didn't bring it.

Wan Xin let out a long sigh, turned around and walked downstairs.

The exhaustion after the exercise made Wan Xin not want to go after walking for a while. He walked into the lawn next to him and lay down directly under a tree.

The autumn wind at this time is very comfortable, the leaves are rustling, and one or two white clouds can be seen through the gaps.

When Miao Zaiqing returned from borrowing books from the library, he saw a man in a green ball suit lying under a tree from a distance, and when he got closer and saw the head, he understood.

Fell asleep?

Miao Zaiqing is approaching step by step.

"Wan Xin."

"Wan Xin."

Following the shouts, Miao Zaiqing pushed Wan Xin's arm twice.

"Hey."

Wan Xin felt his body shaking, someone was calling him.

He clicked impatiently and opened his sleepy eyes, and when he saw clearly that the person in front of him was Miao Zaiqing, he was instantly clear, and the impatience on his face also subsided.

"where did you go?"

Wan Xin's voice was nasal, and his tone sounded a little aggrieved.

"library."

Miao Zaiqing stood up holding a few books, "I'm going back."

Wan Xin sat up, "Ouch."

Miao Zaiqing, who had already walked two steps, turned her head, and Wan Xin was holding her back and frowning.

Thinking of the scene of him falling several times on the court, Miao Zaiqing asked, "Did you fall?"

Wan Xin nodded, raised a hand, "Give me a hand."

Miao Zaiqing struggled, and after several seconds, Wan Xin's hands were sore.

"Ok?"

This is actually a normal behavior, and Miao Zaiqing didn't want to be such a bitch, but.

But...

Miao Zaiqing put his hand into Wan Xin's, wiped off the sweat, but couldn't stop it.

Miao Zaiqing pulled Wan Xin up, because of the force, the veins on the back of his hand and forearm bulged.

Wan Xin stood up, Miao Zaiqing quickly withdrew his hand, he silently followed Miao Zaiqing's pace, and the hand that had just been in contact with Miao Zaiqing opened and closed by his legs, as if thinking about something

17, 17

The sports meeting lasted for a day and a half, and classes were held as usual in the afternoon. I really took the time to let the students study hard. God