night tide recedes

The matter of delivering afternoon tea to the badminton team of A Middle School has been decided like this, but it is not possible to eat roasted sweet potatoes every day, so Song Ran only delivers sweet potatoes to the training room every Wednesday.

The first time he entered A Middle School, he was so nervous that he walked with the same hands and feet, as if he had entered a place that didn't belong to him. He always felt guilty when he walked on the campus, and even looked curiously with his head slightly lowered.

He looked at the simple teaching building, at the few students in the classroom on the first floor who were still doing their homework and did not return home, and at the figures running and frolicking in the playground under the afterglow. While envious, he couldn't help but imagine that if he could continue to study , will definitely study hard.

It's a pity that he has dropped out of school for more than two years, and he has no chance to start again.

Song Ran bypassed a teaching building according to the security guard's directions, but he was still a little lost. He didn't have a mobile phone at that time, and he was about to ask a student to ask, when Qin Gu rushed out from the gymnasium, sweat all over his body, his hands Holding a bottle of frozen Coke, seeing the dazed Song Ran, he waved, "Song Ran, here."

Hearing the sound, Song Ran walked over with a bag of roasted sweet potatoes. The door of the training room was wide open. He looked up and saw a dozen teenagers in sportswear training in the large field. Song Ran stared blankly. Pat him on the shoulder, "Go in and have a look?"

Song Ran showed timidity, "No, no..." Qin Gu didn't insist, and gave Song Ran the money for roasting sweet potatoes, and said, "Next time you can just come in directly," turning around and pointing to the desk in the corner of the training room , "Put it there, and I will put the money there too."

Song Ran followed Qin Gu's fingers to look over, and caught sight of Shen Wenfei who was standing by the desk and wiping sweat with a towel. His face was pink after exercise, his head was slightly raised, and there were a few wisps of sweat-soaked ink on his hair. On the face, there were thin beads of sweat hanging on the slender neck, such a Shen Wenfei had a soul-stirring beauty.

Song Ran's heart beat violently twice inexplicably. He was afraid that Shen Wenfei would notice his gaze, so he quickly lowered his eyes and said dryly, "Okay."

Qin Gu patted Song Ran on the shoulder, "We are all friends, you don't have to be so cautious."

His hands were strong, and Song Ran only felt that the piece of flesh being patted was a little numb, but Qin Gu's friendly attitude still infected him, so he pursed his lips and nodded.

"I'm going to train, you can train or go back if you want."

Of course Song Ran wanted to see what life was like on campus, but he was a hedgehog without thorns, he could easily reveal his cowardly belly, and he was even more afraid of being in an unfamiliar environment, so he bid farewell to Qin Gu.

He quietly raised his head to look in Shen Wenfei's direction again, and found a tall girl with a ponytail standing beside Shen Wenfei. The two were wearing the same sportswear and were discussing something. Song Ran didn't dare to look any more. Hastily quickened the pace to leave.

He is like a grass growing in the corner, he is cautious even looking up at the silver moon, he has always been very clear in his heart that there are too many excellent people around Shen Wenfei, and the one standing beside Shen Wenfei is definitely not himself.

He was content just to watch secretly.

Song Ran fell in love with Wednesday, because on this day he was allowed to enter Middle A to deliver afternoon tea to the badminton team. If he went to a path where no one was around, he would silently recite the ancient poems and words he had learned in junior high school, as if this Being able to hypnotize yourself is also a part of A.

Once he picked up a physics textbook for the second semester of his sophomore year on a small road, and there was no one around. Song Ran couldn't help but read it, but found that he couldn't understand the content inside. The sudden frustration made Song Ran deeply realize that It turned out that he had really missed high school, even though he was once a top student who could get into A in the teacher's mouth when he was in the third year of junior high school.

After sending sweet potatoes for several weeks, Qin Gu saw Song Ran's curiosity, and directly carried Song Ran into the training room, and said carelessly, "I will show you my demeanor, young master." He didn't wait for Song Ran to refuse, Shouted, "Damu, let's have a game!"

Song Ran stood in the training room full of Middle School A students, and the inferiority complex that had been deliberately ignored crept up. He was nervous and uneasy, so he could only keep his eyes firmly on Qin Gu, whom he knew.

Da Mu is a tall and strong boy. He took a badminton racket and fought against Qin Gu. The two played very hard. Qin Gu was a restless person by nature. He even shouted when he smashed the ball. Song Ran was impressed. He was fascinated and found that the students in the training room were not paying attention to him, so he gradually relaxed.

He was watching the game intently, and he didn't realize that there was someone standing beside him. A clear voice pierced into his ears without warning in the noisy training room, "Where is it placed?"

Song Ran groaned, turned his head to look, and saw Shen Wenfei standing less than half a meter beside him, looking at him with his narrow eyes slightly lowered, it was the first time Song Ran had such close contact with Shen Wenfei, his brain It was like pouring a catty of paste into it, and it took a long time before it slowly resumed operation, "What?"

Shen Wenfei changed the subject, "Does it look good?"

Song Ran's dry lips moved slightly, staring at Shen Wenfei's face, and said in a daze, "It looks good..." I don't know if he was saying that Shen Wenfei was good-looking, or that the game was good-looking.

Shen Wenfei didn't speak any more, and went straight to the desk. Song Ran realized that Shen Wenfei was asking him where the sweet potatoes were kept. Even though he was nervous, he followed him step by step. Seeing that Shen Wenfei didn't intend to do anything, he mustered up the courage to give Shen Wenfei a hand. Picking the biggest and sweetest one, he said hesitatingly, "This one is delicious."

He held the mentality of being rejected by Shen Wenfei, just like the previous two times when Shen Wenfei rejected him in front of the booth, but he didn't expect Shen Wenfei to reach out and take the sweet potato wrapped in a paper bag in his hand. Song Ran even felt Shen Wenfei's fingertips touch When I reached the back of my hand, I had the illusion of being touched by electricity, it was crisp and numb.

He stared blankly at Shen Wenfei tearing off the skin of the sweet potato, biting the tip of the sweet potato with his thin rosy lips, as if he couldn't think anymore, only the message that Shen Wenfei ate the sweet potato he gave was left in his mind, even though Qin Gu had said that Shen Wenfei I like to eat it, but I heard that it is definitely not as powerful as what I saw with my own eyes.

Song Ran felt that he might be sick, otherwise why would his heart beat faster because Shen Wenfei ate the sweet potato he picked?

Before he could recover, Qin Gu, who had finished the game, trot over panting, opened the kettle and drank heavily, and Song Ran just woke up like a dream.

Qin Gu drank enough water and winked at Song Ran, "Three to two, I played well, right?"

Song Ran didn't dare to say that he didn't pay attention to the competition, "It's amazing..." Qin Gu took a sweet potato, gnawed it, and saw that Shen Wenfei was also eating it, and said, "Your one looks better than me. It's delicious." Looking at Song Ran again, "You must have picked it, right?"

Song Ran quietly glanced at Shen Wenfei, and nodded when she saw that he was still eating sweet potatoes without changing his expression.

Qin Gu is very forthright, especially with boys, he has no sense of propriety, upon hearing this, he rubbed Song Ran's head, "Choose for me next time."

Song Ran's hair was very soft, and it was messed up after being rubbed by him. He rarely had such close contact with people, but he didn't reject Qin Gu, who had a bright personality, so he stretched out his hand to smooth his hair. Just as he was about to agree, he saw Shen Wenfei put the half-eaten sweet potato back into the paper bag, put it on the desk, and said to Qin Gu, "Play a game."

Qin Gu choked on a mouthful of sweet potatoes, Shen Wenfei had already gone to get a badminton racket, he protested, "I just finished playing with Damu."

As if Shen Wenfei had never heard of it, he was already standing on the badminton court.

Qin Gu couldn't stop complaining, and he didn't care about Song Ran and Sweet Potato, so he ran over with his racket.

There are three or four pairs of players in the training room, single and double, each of them is training hard, but in Song Ran's eyes, everyone can't see it, Shen Wenfei seems to automatically divide it for him A magnetic field made his sight only follow Shen Wenfei alone.

Shen Wenfei's body posture is as vigorous as Liang Shangyan, with infinite explosive power, every movement he makes, jumping, swinging, smashing the ball, his pursed lips, powerful forearms, sweat beads, even as small as his rolling Adam's apple , are presented in front of Song Ran's eyes like a magnifying glass, captured clearly.

Every badminton shot by Shen Wenfei smashed hard into Song Ran's heart.

At that time, Song Ran still couldn't understand what the heartbeat he was about to express represented. It was a long time later that he was sure that the original beating heart was synonymous with liking.

Such a dazzling Shen Wenfei is destined to become the focus of Song Ran's pursuit.

The author has something to say: I really like some crushes.