Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

God up.

After class in the afternoon, Wan Xin came to the basketball court as scheduled, followed by Ke Ming.

The two of them chatted for more than ten minutes, and those in the third and fifth classes of senior high school were late.

Several people walked into the basketball court, and Cheng Ji taunted him as he walked down the steps: "Why, you are alone."

The Lord didn't speak, but Ke Ming laughed first.

Cheng Ji walked up to Ke Ming, "Ke Ming, what do you mean?"

Wan Xin interjected at the right time, "Five balls, speed to solve."

Wen Mengrong passed Wan Xin, "Yes, but if you lose, you have to apologize to us, and you, Ke Ming."

Ke Ming didn't bother to talk about it, so he went straight to the first row and found a seat to sit down.

Cheng Ji and Wan Xin came on the court, and three-pointers decided the possession of the ball.

Cheng Ji stood outside the three-point line, the shot circled around the basket, slipped down the outer circle, and missed.

When it was Wan Xin's turn, Wan Xin raised the ball and threw it without hesitation, a beautiful hollow ball.

Wan Xin got the ball.

At the beginning of the game, Wan Xin ignored Cheng Ji who was standing in front of him, jumped up and threw the ball.

Cheng Ji was defenseless and watched the ball fall into the basket.

"Pretty." Ke Ming, who was sitting in the stands, shouted.

On the other hand, the faces of the others are a bit unsightly.

Wan Xin did the same thing, no matter how glaring Cheng Ji was, he just tried it repeatedly.

With this move, Cheng Ji had nothing to do, and Wan Xin won the first round without any pressure.

Cheng Ji's face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. He walked outside the field and kicked him hard on the seat, "Damn him."

The next player to play was Wen Hua. Wen Hua hit a three-pointer and it was Wan Xin's turn.

Wan Xin's posture was ready, the moment he threw the ball.

"woohoo~"

......

Wan Xin looked helplessly at Ke Ming who was outside the field, and Ke Ming winked mischievously at him.

That's what makes it interesting!

Wen Hua imitated Wan Xin's style of play in the previous game and hit a three-pointer.

The second ball, almost, hit the basket, and the two switched positions.

Wan Xin attacked, he dribbled the ball all the way to the basket, Wen Hua couldn't defend well enough, and he scored a goal.

I don't know whether Wan Xin is too powerful or this group of people is too good. No matter whether Wan Xin is defending or attacking, he can handle it with ease.

Wan Xin easily won three rounds.

It stands to reason that Wan Xinying won three rounds, and there is no need to continue the next round. If they still want to show face, they should leave wisely, but who knows that this group of people is so uninteresting.

In the fourth game, Wen Mengrong played.

Both of them hit three-pointers, Wan Xin didn't care, and left the choice to Wen Mengrong.

The young and energetic guy chose the attacking side, and Wan Xin bowed to defend in front of him.

After the two goals, Ke Ming in the stands shook his head repeatedly. This group of guys had nothing new, and they all learned their skills.

On the third ball, Wen Mengrong missed, and the offensive and defensive teams changed positions.

The basketball was bouncing nimbly in Wan Xin's hands. He leaned forward to attack to the left, and Wen Mengrong quickly stopped him.

The two pulled to the basket and jumped up at the same time.

boom!

boom!

boom!

"Wan Xin."

Ke Ming yelled and stepped on the chair, ran over the obstacle in front of him and ran to Wan Xin.

Ke Ming reached out and wanted to go to Ravansing.

"Don't touch."

Wan Xin gasped, his voice was deep, and the expression on his face was not very good-looking, he was trying to suppress the pain.

Ke Ming came to Wen Mengrong with an angry face, and grabbed his collar with one hand.

"Grassy Ma Wen Mengrong, you are looking for death."

Ke Ming was angry and impatient. No one in his class had seen him lose his temper for two years.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became very tense, as Ke Ming was about to punch Wen Mengrong in the face with a fist.

Only then did the few people around react, and ran over, pulling and persuading.

"Ke Ming, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ke Ming, calm down."

"All right."

Wen Mengrong roared, and he walked to Wan Xin, who had already sat up.

"Unintentional mistake, sorry."

As he spoke, Wen Mengrong took out 100 yuan from his pocket, knelt down, and stuffed it into Wan Xin's hand.

"Also, I apologize for what we said yesterday. Ke Ming didn't deliberately release water."

Although he was very unwilling, Wen Mengrong still apologized. He is the team leader, and he should be responsible for his words and deeds. He was the one who started the topic yesterday.

After finishing speaking, Wen Mengrong stood up, greeted them and left.

Ke Ming was still cursing, the empty basketball arena was full of his voice, and Wan Xin got a headache from the noise.

"He? Come and help me."

Only then did Ke Ming stop talking, and ran over to help Wan Xin.

"Go to the infirmary."

18, 18

Evening study.

Miao Zaiqing looked at the empty seat next to her.

Wan Xin has been missing since the afternoon and has not returned yet.

skip class?

impossible.

Wan Xin is usually very self-disciplined. Things are always placed neatly and orderly. He does not litter or smoke. He goes to bed at the end of the day and absolutely obeys the school management.

He can't do it.

Moreover, who would skip class under this kind of closed management, is it funny?

Miao Zaiqing felt that she was the funny one.

In this class, he thought too much, it was so freaking abnormal.

Wan Xin didn't return to the classroom until the end of the second quarter's evening self-study.

He originally went with Ke Ming to the infirmary, and the school doctor in the infirmary saw his condition and wrote a note to send him to the hospital.

It took an hour to go to the hospital just to take the film and wait for the film, and the time spent on the round trip.

As soon as he took his seat, Fang Yining at the front desk turned around and asked.

"Fuck, Xueshen, what have you done?"

Su Cheng also turned his head, two pairs of small and bright eyes stared at the redness and swelling on Wan Xin's wrist.

"Accidentally sprained."

"Cough cough."

The squad leader Xia Jingning made a sound, and the two quickly turned back.

A few minutes later, Miao Zaiqing came back, saw Wan Xin sitting on the seat, he raised his eyebrows, and when he saw Wan Xin's red and swollen wrist pressing on the book, he turned into a frown again.

Neither of them spoke, just doing exercises in silence.

After returning to the dormitory, Miao Zaiqing found out the unused Yunnan Baiyao last time.

"Here."

Wan Xin accepted it with the corner of his mouth bent.

An injured hand will undoubtedly bring inconvenience to Wan Xin's life, especially for him who is right-handed.

Whenever he habitually used his right hand to do or hold something, there would be a pain in his wrist.

In the middle of the night, Wan Xin was awakened by the pain several times.

Kankan slept until after five o'clock, Wan Xin couldn't fall asleep, and woke up earlier than Miao Zaiqing for the first time.

Wan Xin got out of bed, simply turned on the small desk lamp, and opened the book.

When Miao Zaiqing woke up, she found that the dormitory was a little different from usual, there was a faint light circle on the ground.

He rolled over and got out of bed, Wan Xin turned around, "Good morning."

"morning."

Miao Zaiqing felt that Wan Xin was a little abnormal today, so he said something more.

"pain?"

Caught off guard, Wan Xin used the tone of aggrieved two days ago again.

"pain."

Today is the day of the monthly exam, and the morning self-study class ends 10 minutes earlier, and one after another, people put books in the corridor or carry them back to the dormitory.

Fang Yining moved his books to the corridor and returned to the classroom.

"Xueshen, do you want to help?"

Wan Xin smiled and shook his head, "Thank you, it's okay, I'll do it myself."

Fang Yining and Su Cheng left the classroom.

Miao Zaiqing tidied up her books, looked at Wan Xin's swollen wrist, and silently folded his books on top of her own.

"It's really fine."

Miao Zaiqing didn't bother to pay attention to him, who was the one who woke up to read in the morning because of the pain?

Looking at Miao Zaiqing's leaving back, the smile on Wan Xin's lips expanded infinitely.

That is, very happy.

Thinking about it, Wan Xin was about to get up.

"Wan Xin." It was Liu Aiyin.

Wan Xin turned his head to look at her, the corners of his lips were curved, his brows and eyes were warm, he looked like a handsome young man.

Liu Aiyin felt her cheeks were hot, she approached and sat down in Fang Yining's seat.

"What happened to the hand?"

"I accidentally twisted the ball when I was playing."

"Have you been to the infirmary?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything wrong?"

Wan Xin answered every question with a good temper, "No."

"Wan Xin."

Wan Xin turned around, it was Ke Ming.

Wan Xin said to Liu Aiyin: "Let's go first."

Ke Ming looked at Wan Xin's empty desk, "Where are your books?"

"Miao Zaiqing moved away."

"Oh."

Just move away, why are you showing off?

19, 19

Because of Wan Xin's wrist injury, Miao Zaiqing took extra care of him these two days.

He didn't need to do the hygiene of the dormitory, and he also washed the smelly socks for him, oh, and the underwear.

Faced with the sudden care of Wan Xin, he was flattered, even though he repeatedly said that he was fine, after Miao Zaiqing accepted, he still went his own way the next day.

Wan Xin had no choice but to go with him.

Of course, Miao Zaiqing didn't treat him well for no reason, after all, he also told him so many questions, so he should pay it back.

Simply, after the exam, it will be a holiday.

In the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], Tian Ziping.

"Okay, after school, well, Miao Zaiqing will follow me to the office."

High School Classroom Office ([-])

"sit."

Miao Zaiqing was sitting stiffly opposite Tian Ziping, with a desk in between.

"Son, let's go to the teacher's house to spend this Mid-Autumn Festival."

Miao Zaiqing was stunned for a few seconds, then shook her head without hesitation, "Thank you teacher, I want to go home."

Come back home.

With just a few words, Tian Ziping felt emotional again.

Xu Shi had expected Miao Zaiqing's reaction a long time ago, Tian Ziping didn't insist, but opened the drawer, and took out a paper box the size of A4 paper from it.

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