Bamboo Horse Warm Flower

Going back to the classroom from the bathroom, I was blocked by people when I reached the door of the classroom.Four tall and burly boys surrounded me from four directions. I recognized these four people. They were Zhang Long and Zhao Fu from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High, Liu Dou and Ma Mian from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High. Adjusting his glasses, he looked up at the classroom number - Class No. [-], Senior Two, he was right.

I tried to break out, without success.

It's so hot...... Hey! !

... another breakout, without success.

Behind Zhang Long, I can still see the collection of Physics Olympiad competition questions spread out on my desk. I just managed to come up with an idea to solve the problem when I was holding my notebook in the bathroom, but they blocked me, and all my previous efforts were wasted.

I had no choice but to go with them.

I knew a long time ago who sent these four kings to find me. There is only one person in the school who can shout these four masters.The grievances between me and that person have been going on for a long time. I can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. It's time to meet him.

When we went downstairs, we always maintained this formation in the southeast, northwest, and horizontally like a crab in the corridor. When we walked out of the teaching building, the brilliant sunset was shining down on our heads, and the shadows of the Four King Kong continued to cover me. We walked all the way When I got off the overpass, I finally saw the owner of the crab who was holding me hostage.

Wearing the uniform of the school basketball team, Wen Fan sat alone under the basketball hoop on the open-air basketball court, with a schoolbag under his buttocks. His legs were bent forward, his hands were wrapped around his knees, and his chin was firmly nailed to his knees. on the knee.I looked down from the railing of the flyover, and I was really Wen Fan, with a height of about 1.8 meters in such a posture, he looked like a bastard who was about to roll forward and escape... very cowardly.

The uniforms of our school's basketball team are custom-made, red, black, black and white. To put it bluntly, it is a fake Xiangbei team uniform. Before Wen Fan joined the team, he would be booed everywhere he went, and people from other schools would shout "Hey, where's your Rukawa Kaede?" Then there was a roar of laughter, and this laughter often accompanied the unlucky school team members for a whole season, until they went home. Fortunately, this terrible process usually didn't take too long .

However, the situation of being booed has been significantly improved in the past two years, because when someone yells like that again, they will see a teenager pull off his jacket to reveal the No. Walk over...and walk back.

This young man is Wen Fan, who spent his whole life cosplaying Rukawa Kaede.If you dare to question him, he doesn't mind making you look good on the court, and if he's not on the court, he doesn't mind walking back and forth in front of you twice.

Now, the left chest of this copycat jersey has two stars printed on it, representing the champions of the two consecutive city competitions.Wen Fan is the one who picks the stars.

That's why Wen Fan has a special liking for this team uniform, he wears it everywhere he goes, even more frequently than Captain America in his combat uniform.The school stipulates that you must wear a school uniform and not private clothes when you arrive at school, so he took advantage of the loopholes and walked around in that basketball uniform. ok), take the subway from this car to the next car (if there are not many people in the subway, I bet he can walk himself back and forth)...

I really want to persuade him that you should get a bicycle to ride, Rukawa Feng is not so poor.But Wen Fan couldn't ride a bicycle. When he was a child, he was thrown off a bicycle. He fell in a long parabola and his head fell into the mud. It was quite miserable.I pulled him out like a radish, only to find out that the bicycle still had four wheels...

Wen Fan’s three-dimensional idol is Kobe. I believe that if he has this background, he is willing to cosplay Kobe. However, he also has self-knowledge and feels that he will never be an Asian Kobe.However, no one pointed at his back and shouted: "Look! Rukawa Kaede!" Anyway, I never heard it once since I was a child.

Wen Fan is good-looking, with porcelain-white skin and long black eyelashes. He really looks like a manga boy, but not the one written by Takehiko Inoue, more like...the one in the Free Men's Swimming Club, do you understand?He put on the Xiangbei uniform, honestly, it looks like a two-dimensional stew.

Even though I know this guy dreams of being called that once, when he jumps and fakes, when he dunks, when he hangs around the subway, when he gets caught on a quad bike. Before throwing it out... I have countless opportunities to do what he wants, but I just don't want to.

When my mind was running through this like a horse racing, Wen Fan had finished preparing to roll forward. He suddenly picked up a can of Coke beside him, took a sip, and then looked down at the time on his phone. The appearance of being busy now is like a squirrel that was frozen in the Ice Age and finally ended centuries of hibernation.

The sleeves of Wen Fan's coat were rolled up to his arms, and Bai Shengsheng's arm was exposed when he was drinking Coke. The sun shone on that arm, as bright as a piece of white marble. Looking at the arm, it was a female volleyball player.Rukawa maple?Thinking too much, boy.

As I got closer to the basketball hoop, Wen Fan, like a squirrel hearing an acorn falling, raised his big, fluffy tail and looked back at me being carried down by his four flower protectors.

The reason why these four masters are flower protectors is because Xiao Wenfan has a nickname, Wen Xiaohua, which I took, and one day he will understand that this is the name that fits him from the depths of his soul.

I saw Wen Xiaohua's face with a bright smile, and I told myself like a drum in my heart, don't be fooled by his face, the bad water in his mind will come out of his forehead.