I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Zhuang Wenyao has repeated this sentence n times, and he has already mastered it by heart, and he speaks very fast.In addition, his pronunciation was a bit Chinglish, so Chi Yi couldn't catch it clearly: "Everytime what? Say it again slowly."

Zhuang Wenyao also knew that his pronunciation was touching, so he simply wrote it on the draft paper and pushed it in front of Chi Yi.

"You really should practice your oral English. You are still a pilot at this level... Everytime we say goodbye, Idiealittle..." Chi Yi was complaining, took the paper and read it casually, suddenly his eyes fixed, and he repeated it slowly .

Her American pronunciation is very standard, modern and very authentic. After slowing down, she gives people a sense of tranquility and remoteness, with a poetic rhythm.

Chi Yi's face seemed to be lost in thought, but also seemed to be intoxicated. It took a long time to pull out of his thoughts, and frowned: "You still ask this sentence? Is there any word in it that you don't know, and you don't understand what it means!"

Zhuang Wenyao defended: "I know every word, but I don't understand it together! 'Every time we say goodbye, I die a little bit'. What the hell is this?"

Chi Yi was about to be stunned by his translation: "I don't understand the style! Translation pays attention to honesty and elegance, can't you translate it more elegantly?"

"If I can translate, why would I ask you..." Zhuang Wenyao muttered with his head downcast.

Chi Yi: "Actually, I'm not very good at translating..."

Zhuang Wenyao: "Huh?"

Chi Yi explained a little incoherently: "No, don't you think that this sentence is tasteless when translated? It's similar, every time you and I are separated, I feel sad to death, my soul is missing, and my life will be eclipsed. This kind of meaning...that is, I don’t know how to deal with this ‘diealittle’, but I already have a good sense of English, don’t I? You experience it.”

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao tried to understand it, but he seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand it.

"Oh, English requires a sense of language. No matter how much you accumulate your sense of language, you may be enlightened that day." Chi Yi waved his hand and said, "I quite like this sentence, it feels very flavorful... Are you Where did you see it? Could it be a love letter written by a little girl to you?"

"Of course not!" Zhuang Wenyao quickly denied that it was written by the young man, and it was not written for him...

Still, a love letter?

Following this train of thought, Zhuang Wenyao felt it again, as if feeling a bit reluctant to part.

Damn, there is something wrong with this kid!

Think back to Lu Zhiheng's views on the relationship issue at the seniors' report meeting, he seemed to only say that he does not advocate establishing a relationship too early, and he didn't say that he can't have someone in his heart!

Too chicken thief←_←

……

Early on Monday morning, Zhuang Fangyi drove his son downstairs to the classroom.

Because Zhuang Wenyao usually pays attention to exercise, the stability of his body's resilience is relatively high. He survived the most serious period of his foot injury and was finally able to walk independently.However, due to the still pain in the wound, I still can't do strenuous exercise, and I walk staggeringly and tremblingly. In order to avoid developing a habit of walking into a limp, it is safer to minimize walking.

In the afternoon, there was the All-Star preliminary competition. The teachers of the sports group and the sports committees of each class held a meeting in advance and arranged the venue. The students were all excited. Excited, chirping about who in which class played well, and analyzing the possible results of their respective classes.

Only Zhuang Wenyao was as calm as an outsider.

The students finished the day's class impatiently, and finally waited until school was over.

The class meeting for the fourth quarter was cancelled. Class 1's participants were Zhang Yeran and Yuan Jiawei. They changed into basketball uniforms and went to the court to gather.

"Yezi, wait for me—" Zhuang Wenyao Erkang held his hand.

Zhang Yeran quickly helped him up: "Why are you going?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Go and cheer for you!"

Zhang Yeran: "The preliminary round is the women's basketball team and then the men's basketball team. We want to warm up first. The women's basketball team is not worth watching. You can go later, don't worry."

"Okay!" Just right, you can do your homework first!

The students went to the stadium to watch the game, and there were a lot of people in the classroom who wanted to cool down.

Zhang Rui's voice sounded in the empty classroom: "Finance, are you going to see Brother Ye and the others play?"

Zhu Finance looked up from the pile of books: "I'll wait, I want to finish this question first."

Zhang Rui: "Okay, then I'll go first."

Zhuang Wenyao looked at his straight waist with admiration.

I wish Finance that he studies really hard. Whether it is evening self-study, class break or returning to the dormitory, he will sit at the desk and study without being shaken, and he will not be shocked by the thunder.

Although Zhuang Wenyao was quite attentive when he was studying, but at this moment, when he thinks about the ball game for a while, he is more or less distracted.

He took out his small notebook and started sorting out the "familiar words". Zhu Finance went to the next table with his homework: "Brother Yao! Don't you want to go to the football game?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Go after the women's basketball game!"

"Then can I go with you? I want to ask you a question..."

"Okay! What's the question?"

I wish Finance to spread out the paper, it is today's physics homework, the last big question.

Zhuang Wenyao had already finished the work, and his impression was still deep. He grabbed an automatic pen and began to talk: "The key to a bullet hitting a wooden block is to analyze the force of the movement process in stages. First, the initial velocity is unknown..."

Halfway through the speech, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

"Sorry..." Zhuang Wenyao put down his pen and touched his pocket.

"It's okay," Zhu Finance didn't mind, and asked with a smile, "Squad leader, why did you bring your mobile phone to the classroom?"

He never brought his mobile phone to the teaching area. Today is a special case. He explained: "Didn't you want to take pictures of the stars?"

"It makes sense!" Zhu Finance laughed foolishly, "Forget about my elderly phone, it's useless to bring it."

"Hey, it doesn't matter."

I secretly took out my phone, and there was a WeChat reminder:

Yichi Xingguang: [Son, didn't you go to play basketball? ]

Zhuang Wenyao typed quickly:

Yao: [No, I still know how to cherish my hoof]

Yichi Starlight: [That's good]

Yichi Xingguang: [I tell you, don't go to the women's basketball game! ]

Yao: [Why?You won the lottery again? ]

The All-Star women's basketball team also has two students in each ordinary class, but not many girls like to play basketball, so it is also decided by lottery.

Yichi Xingguang: [No, I escaped this time]

Yichi Xingguang: [It's Mianmian, she won the lottery again! ]

Mianmian... Zhuang Wenyao reacted for a second, oh, double ponytails, I still owe her 100 yuan.

Find a chance to give it back to her.

Yichi Xingguang: [So don't go. ]

It was Mu Mian who asked Chi Yi to remind him not to go.Playing basketball with such an imageless appearance, you must not let the people you like see it!

Zhuang Wenyao didn't understand her twisted thoughts, so he typed:

Yao: [I didn’t intend to go at all]

A pool of starlight: [/thumbs]

Zhuang Wenyao turned off the screen, picked up his train of thought and wanted to continue talking, but saw that Zhu Finance was writing and calculating frantically, so he didn't make a sound.

"Brother Yao, I figured it out!" Zhu Finance held up the draft notebook in surprise, "Is it 9 meters per second?"

Zhuang Wenyao laughed: "I counted 9 too!"

Zhu Finance happily cleaned up the table, with a sense of accomplishment in his tone: "Brother Yao's thinking is so awesome!"

"No way, you figured out the rest yourself, okay?" Zhuang Wenyao saw that the time was almost up, "Go to the game?"

"Okay!" The two set off, and stopped by the supermarket to buy a few bottles of mineral water.

The basketball court was bustling like never before, crowded with people and fierce battles.What is going on is the high school men's basketball team, and the two venues are playing at the same time.

"Brother Yao, finance!"

The two were looking for Zhang Yeran and his party with Wukong's hands, when they waved their hands and greeted them.

The players drew lots to form teams and put on red and blue uniforms.Zhang Yeran's group was still waiting, and the four teammates who were matched were all boys from the ordinary class.

"Come on brother, I'm optimistic about you!" Zhuang Wenyao clapped his hands and bumped shoulders with him.

Zhang Ye smiled happily at him, and continued to discuss tactics with his teammates.

There are quite a few people who have signed up for the competition, and there are no acquaintances in the two ongoing games, and the games are not interesting.Zhuang Wenyao slowly squeezed out from the group to get some air.

Outside the arena, volunteers and school council officers in blue and white school uniforms with red ribbons maintained the order of the scene, and there were also small reporters with DSLRs on their backs and badges scattered in every corner, of course our team leader Lu Zhiheng was indispensable.

It's cool in autumn, but he doesn't wear a sports jacket, only a loose blue shirt, his shoulders are slightly raised, his figure is thin and not thin, and he looks down at the camera intently.

The handsome young man with a tall body made Zhuang Wenyao's heart itch when he saw it, and quietly approached him from behind.

There was only one body distance away from the "most beautiful back view". Seeing that Lu Zhiheng didn't notice it, he reached out to poke his left shoulder, and at the same time quickly dodged to the right——

But he was too immersed in making pranks, and forgot that his right foot injury was not yet fully healed, and he couldn't stand this wave of movement, and protested dissatisfied.

A tingling pain came from his nerves, Zhuang Wenyao couldn't stand still, and let out an "ouch"——

Then he was supported steadily by the trickster.

Lu Zhiheng put his arms around him halfway, rolled his eyes and smiled: "Why are you doing this?"

Zhuang Wenyao had a playful and playful look: "When I saw my brother, I was so focused on him that I forgot about my foot injury!"

Lu Zhiheng was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "Dream of Red Mansions has been poisoned?"

"I was poisoned by you!" Zhuang Wenyao stuck out his tongue mischievously, and stretched out his arms to hook his neck, "Brother wears so little, isn't it cold?"

Lu Zhiheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes stayed on his face for a long time: "It's not cold!"

Zhuang Wenyao went to touch his hand: "Really?"

The palm of his hand rubbed against the back of his hand twice, it was warm, "Are you afraid of heat or cold?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled lightly: "Yes."

"How long have you been here?"

Lu Zhiheng glanced at his watch: "He came right after class, and it's been... more than an hour now."

"See the end?"

"En!" Lu Zhiheng raised his camera, "Record every wonderful moment!"

"How many shots have you taken? Let me see."

The two looked down at the camera, and their heads were very close to each other due to the small size of the thumbnail.

As expected of the head of the press team, Lu Zhiheng is good at taking pictures. From the photos, it can be seen that the battle was quite fierce. It may also be that he selectively captured exciting moments, and Zhuang Wenyao was immersed in it, imagining the fierce battle at that time.

"Want to try it?" Lu Zhiheng switched the camera to photo mode, took it off his neck and handed it to Zhuang Wenyao.

"I don't know..." Zhuang Wenyao flinched a bit as he fiddled with the axe.

"It's very simple..." Lu Zhiheng told him a few simple composition techniques, "Try it."

"Ok!"

Zhuang Wenyao took it carefully, wrapped the strap around his hand twice, faced the court, and studied the composition——

Suddenly, he turned around, and the camera pointed at Lu Zhiheng beside him. At a moment when he was at a loss, he pressed the shutter unexpectedly.

The breeze messed up the hair on his forehead, the young man's brows were relaxed, and his clear pupils were slightly dilated, full of an unconscious sense of youth.

The background is a lively stadium, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, filling the campus with a youthful atmosphere.

The photographer was very satisfied with this snapshot and showed it to the model as a treasure.

"It's so stupid..." The model was embarrassed, and smiled, "Quickly delete it."

Of course the photographer refused: "That's not allowed! This is my debut work, it must be framed and hung on the wall for appreciation every day!"

When Lu Zhiheng heard this, he felt even more embarrassed: "What..." He quickly cut off the photo.

"It's not stupid at all," Zhuang Wenyao reluctantly returned the camera, "It's so pretty."

The author has something to say:

"Those who are dedicated will not hear the shock of thunder." From Lin Bu's "Worry Saving Record"

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