damaged

Contrary to Meng Wenjun's expectation, Yang Kangyu did not look for him again.

For him, this is a good thing.

"Oh, no, Brother Yu, it's really not that I don't help. This time, the investigation is really strict. This must be at the level of security inspection, and all the inspection doors have been used." Bu Congming said with a wry smile.

Yang Kangyu patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and said, "It's okay, I'm sorry for you."

"I'm really sorry, Brother Yu." Bu Congming watched Yang Kangyu's back gradually walking away, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

As soon as I turned around, I met Meng Wenjun.

Bu Congming smiled and waved to Meng Wenjun: "Brother Wenjun, good morning."

Meng Wenjun responded to him, and greeted him with a smile: "This name is so ugly. Even if you call me by my name, you won't change it."

Bu Congming smiled: "I don't have this habit."

Looking at the direction where Yang Kangyu left, Meng Wenjun asked, "How do you still know each other?"

Following Meng Wenjun's gaze, Bu Congming also looked over and said, "I used to know each other from playing basketball. Brother Yu is really good at playing."

"Why does it sound so swearing?" Meng Wenjun responded to Bu's smart words with a smile.

Meng Wenjun deliberately used words to test.

Bu Congming quickly waved his hand: "How can it be. Brother Yu is looking for help everywhere for the little wolf. I can't help, and it doesn't feel comfortable to watch."

"Little wolf?"

"Oh, it's easy to say. It's a friend of Brother Yu's team. His father at home is very powerful. He was a soldier before. Brother Yu was afraid that the little wolf would be beaten, so he tried to find ways to help him pass the deadline."

"It's really not easy for this little wolf."

Meng Wenjun said so, but disgust suddenly arose in his heart.

Now that I know my father is strict, why don't I work hard at ordinary times, but wait until the end of the term and beg everywhere.What kind of cause is sown, what kind of fruit will be reaped in the end.

Meng Wenjun thought lightly in his heart: "Being beaten is what you deserve."

After exchanging a few words with Bu Congming, he walked to his class.

Yang Kangyu was supposed to arrive before Meng Wenjun, but he didn't see anyone else until the class bell rang.

"Wenjun, come here." Mo Chang stood at the back door of the classroom and called Meng Wenjun's name loudly.

Meng Wenjun stood up, walked up to Mo Chang, and took the stack of documents in Mo Chang's hand.

"Wen Jun, let the team leader send the information down, let the students confirm it, and collect it before school this afternoon, and just put it on my desk."

Meng Wenjun nodded and agreed.

He sent it out himself, and it only took one morning. Except for Yang Kangyu's, all the others were recycled.

Returning to his seat, he glanced at Yang Kangyu's empty table next to him.

It's been a whole morning, and Yang Kangyu hasn't come to class.Mingming saw him and Bu Congming talking in the corridor this morning.I have been to school.

Meng Wenjun pinched Yang Kangyu's information page, found his phone number, and dialed it.

In addition to the long beep while waiting for the call, it is the "user is busy" prompt tone that sounds after 59 seconds of dialing.Already made three calls at intervals, but no one answered.

Meng Wenjun looked up at the clock above the blackboard in the classroom. The hour and minute hands overlapped, showing that it was twelve o'clock at noon.

After sorting out the materials, he put them away in the desk.

Since you don't answer the phone, let's wait until the afternoon.

"Wenjun, let's go." A classmate walked up to Meng Wenjun and greeted him.

Meng Wenjun raised his head and said, "Ride slowly on the road."

Within a few minutes, there was no one else in the classroom except Meng Wenjun sitting alone.

He took out the bento he prepared for himself from the bag, and the content of the bento was still the leftovers from last night.After cooking breakfast for Meng Fan this morning, return to the pot and heat it up again.

Except for special circumstances, he never had the habit of going home at noon.

At noon, Meng Fan got up after waking up from the wine. It was the most sober time, and he could take care of himself and Xiao Man.

Meng Wenjun put Yang Kangyu's piece of paper next to the bento box, and carefully read every word on that piece of information.The first column under Yang Kangyu's name, gender and ethnicity reads:

Father: Yang Qingshan.

Mother: Shao Rongguang.

Continue to look down, from elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, the awards you have won, your home address, your hobbies and specialties, these many, many years have been condensed into such a few simple words, which are printed in black ink like this on a thin sheet of paper.

After hastily finishing lunch, Meng Wenjun packed up the lunch box again and looked at the stadium not far downstairs.

At this point, there was no one there, only a few chaffinches could be caught in the faint sunlight on the poplar next to the basketball court.

He raised his hand and pushed the window open, opening the whole window.

At noon, the wind with the temperature of the sun poured in without shyness, and he enjoyed the afternoon very much.

Temporarily carefree, temporarily undisturbed.

He spent the whole noon feeling sleepy after a full meal and laziness in the afternoon, until the first classmate who came to the classroom came to the classroom and made a noise.

Meng Wenjun looked over, and the first person to arrive today was Chen Zhan.

Seeing the sad look on her pretty face, Meng Wenjun greeted her with a smile: "You are here so early today?"

"Is this still early?" Chen Zhan slammed the bag on the table and made a noise.

Chen Zhan was sitting obliquely to the right of Meng Wenjun, not far away.

"What's wrong, unhappy?" Meng Wenjun asked.

As if waiting for Meng Wenjun's question, Chen Zhan complained one after another: "I'm so bored, I train this and that every day. After training, I will compete, and after the game, I will train. I don't have time at all. I don't even have the summer vacation. You can’t even practice it.”

"I didn't expect the eldest lady to be willing to participate."

Chen Zhan turned his head and glanced at Meng Wenjun: "It's not that I want to go."

The name that was not mentioned was Zhou Zhou.

Meng Wenjun smiled and said, "That is his honor."

Hearing this, Chen Zhan was relieved, and his anger was mostly relieved.

The students in the class entered the door one after another and took their seats. The bell before class rang at two o'clock.Meng Wenjun stood up and counted the number of people.Everyone is here except Yang Kangyu.

After checking several times, there is no incoming call on the phone.The social software has also been turned over, and there is no reminder of new news.

Meng Wenjun guessed in his heart that Yang Kangyu probably took advantage of Mo Chang's absence and skipped class.

I waited for him for three more classes, but I still didn't see his figure.

"The number you dialed is turned off, please try again later."

The mobile phone was also disconnected, and Meng Wenjun was worried about something, so he took Yang Kangyu's information, explained to the class committee twice, and ran out of the classroom to find him.

The places he usually knows are not there, he remembered what Chen Zhan said at noon today, and hurriedly ran to the training ground.

The basketball team's training ground is arranged in the gymnasium. Except for sports students, other students are not allowed to enter unless there are special circumstances.

This is the first time Meng Wenjun walked in.

It looks tall and majestic from the outside, but the furnishings inside seem to be unfinished buildings from the last century.

Except for the new facilities placed on the court, everything around is covered in a layer of gray.

"The first year of high school, the third floor." The uncle at the door pointed and said.

"Thank you."

Red-painted stair railings, green-white walls, and old-fashioned cross-shaped windows, the more you go up, the more dilapidated it becomes.

The sign on the third floor was still written in chalk. A circle was drawn crookedly, and the number 3 was written inside the circle. It was repeated several times to make it bolder.

Pushing open an aluminum door, the entire stadium is displayed in front of Meng Wenjun's eyes.

In the dilapidated environment, many strong figures run on the court.

The friction sound of the sneakers and the ground and the sound of the basketball hitting the ground sounded together.

There is a small man inside, with a cropped head, and he can dodge left and right flexibly. He doesn't have the advantage of the height of the people around him, and his body is not considered strong.

After two rounds of collision, he finally seized a chance and broke through with the ball, but was cut off from behind by a fast runner on the left.

Meng Wenjun looked for Yang Kangyu among the shadows.

Finally, he found him in the rest area next to him.

The jersey on Yang Kangyu's body was already soaked, sweat dripped from his face, a towel was wrapped around his neck, and he held a plastic bottle in his hand. There were only two or three mouthfuls of water left in the bottle.His eyes were tightly locked on the little man, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"Why didn't you go to class?"

Meng Wenjun's voice startled Yang Kangyu, he moved his butt to the side, took out the towel around his neck, and wiped the place where he sat for him just now: "Oh, why are you here?"

Meng Wenjun sat down unceremoniously, shook Yang Kangyu's document, and handed it to him: "It's up to you."

Yang Kangyu glanced at him and said with a smile, "You are really a good monitor."

"Just make sure there are no mistakes."

Yang Kangyu drank the water in his hand, held the paper with both hands, and read it carefully.

After a while, it was returned to Meng Wenjun, leaving a string of black fingerprints on both sides of the page.Playing basketball is dirty.

Meng Wenjun took it and asked, "Why didn't you answer the call?"

"what?"

Yang Kangyu hurriedly went to find his bag and took out his mobile phone, which was turned off because of no battery.

"I didn't know you called me. I didn't answer it on purpose."

The anxiety in the tone fell on Meng Wenjun's ears, which sounded a little funny.He chuckled and said, "Got it."

"Ah? Know what?"

"...?"

"Don't just look at me, what do you know?"

"Shouldn't I know that your phone is turned off?"

"Ah, yes."

Communicating with stupid people is like cutting Meng Wenjun's patience with a knife.

He didn't bother to listen to Yang Kangyu's nonsense anymore, he casually pointed to the little player who played hard on the court, and said, "He's not bad."

Yang Kangyu looked at Meng Wenjun's fingertips: "Yes. His name is Xiaolang, and he is the top of our team."

"Oh, this is the little wolf."

"What, do you know each other?"

"heard about it."

"Well. He worked very hard, harder than anyone I've ever met." Meng Wenjun felt that when Yang Kangyu said this, he suppressed the excitement in his tone.

"You don't want to pass the end of term for him, do you?" Meng Wenjun asked.

Yang Kangyu nodded, and admitted without hesitation: "He has dyslexia. He learns more culture courses every day than I do in a week, but his grades are not satisfactory."

Meng Wenjun looked at the little wolf on the court thoughtfully, but said nothing.

"I'm telling you this, not playing the emotional card with you, don't get me wrong.

I will definitely find someone who is willing to help. I will not force you. Just do what you think is right. I also know that cheating on exams is not a glorious thing. "

After a long time, Meng Wenjun replied: "Okay."