The two walked side by side on the campus, under the dim street lamp, Zhang Juan held a book in his hand, and his eyes kept staring at the road in front of his toes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yang Fan stood up straight, that is, the thumb of his right hand would rub his index finger unconsciously. The two have been walking like this for almost 10 minutes, and although the scene is like a love story depicted on TV, the atmosphere is not romantic, and it can even be said to be a little awkward.

"Do you know Tang Feng?" It was Yang Fan who broke the silence first. "Well, I know, we were in the same class in high school, and our grades were very good. But we didn't communicate, so we just got to know each other. Zhang Juan's voice was faint, but not cold at all.

"He is my cousin, my uncle's family, and I have lived in his shadow since junior high school." Yang Fan excitedly described to Zhang Juan how he frantically caught fish and shrimp with Tang Feng when he was a child, and how he fought to grab the game console. also talked about that after going to high school, half of it was due to his inferiority, and half of it was Tang Feng's personality that was a little arrogant, and the two didn't say hello when they met on campus several times. Yang Fan was very excited, Zhang Juan was also very engaged, and from time to time he covered his mouth and "giggled".

"You know, I've been living in the shadow of two people since junior high school." Yang Fan stopped, learned Zhou Xiaochuan's tone, and said to Zhang Juan seriously. "One of them, I guess, must be your cousin?" Zhang Juan smiled. "yes, you're familiar with the other one." Yang Fan continued to pretend to be serious. "Who? Is it also from our class? Zhang Juan looked at Yang Fan suspiciously. That's you! Yang Fan finally couldn't bear that kind of pretense and returned to his original naughtiness. Yes? Zhang Juan seemed surprised by this answer.

"Since junior high school, I haven't surpassed you once in any big or small exam, and in the end, the college entrance examination is still more than ten points behind you." Indeed, as Yang Fan said, Yang Fan's grades have been inferior to Zhang Juan since junior high school, in order to attract Zhang Juan's attention, he has also worked hard, but he has always been infinitely close to her in grades, but he has never completed the transcendence.

"In other words, your unhappy teenage life has a lot to do with me?" Zhang Juan asked rhetorically with a little playfulness. "Of course, so you'll have to make it up to me!" Yang Fan answered her categorically. "And how are you going to make up for it?" Zhang Juan looked at her innocently. Yang Fan hesitated, and then replied word by word: "Be my girlfriend, right?" ”

Zhang Juan didn't agree, nor did he object, he just took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the time: "Hey? It's not early, why don't you hurry back to school? Insecurity. ”

Yang Fan didn't know what Zhang Juan meant by this, maybe he confessed too suddenly, which made Zhang Juan a little embarrassed. But Yang Fan still wanted to try again: "Huh? Do you have a cell phone? "yes, I bought it during the summer vacation." Zhang Juan put the phone back in his pocket. "Can I write down your phone number? I don't often surf the Internet, and I want to find you by fate. ”

"Of course you can," Zhang Juan said, took out a pen and scratch paper, wrote down a string of numbers, and then handed it to Yang Fan, "Don't lose it." "No, no!" Yang Fan was like a treasure, and carefully put it in his pocket, with Zhang Juan's last sentence, Yang Fan felt that this matter was still very reliable, but Zhang Juan needed time to think.

After sending Zhang Juan downstairs to the dormitory, Yang Fan watched Zhang Juan's back disappear into the stairs, and then ran back excitedly, it was too late, and there was not a single tricycle at the school gate. But Yang Fan didn't care, this trip back to school, he ran extremely easily.

Before locking the door of the dormitory building, Yang Fan came back, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhou Xiaochuan who was still playing games. Zhou Xiaochuan looked at Yang Fan and pointed to his seat: "Your jersey has been brought back for you, and I also gave you a gift!" Yang Fan put the jersey on his body, looked left and right in the mirror of the toilet, and felt very handsome. Zhou Xiaochuan's so-called gift was also on the table - a pair of goalkeeper's gloves. Yang Fan also picked it up and tried it, it was a little big, but it felt good: "Are you quite professional?" Zhou Xiaochuan didn't take his eyes off the computer screen: "Nonsense! Yang Fan picked up the towel and prepared to go to the toilet to take a shower: "Don't forget to collect intelligence!" Zhou Xiaochuan tapped the keyboard: "It's still nonsense!" ”

Lying on the bed, Yang Fan felt that he should also buy a mobile phone, and he decided to call home tomorrow to ask for money, and said that the teacher asked for it, so as to notify the matter. While thinking, he took out the paper with Zhang Juan's number written on it and admired it. The 11 small characters of Juanxiu are combined into a magical number, and Yang Fan feels that there is nothing more magical than this string of numbers, well! Even basketball can't compare.

The next morning, just after class, Yang Fan didn't even eat lunch and went back to the dormitory to call home. Yang Yiban readily agreed, and asked Yang Fan to estimate the budget, Yang Fan felt that 2,000 yuan should be about the same. Yang said happily that he would call 3,000 tomorrow and pick a good one to buy, and if there was more money, it would be counted as next month's living expenses.

The afternoon training went on as normal, and the team-mates were already wearing their new jerseys and their mental outlook was different. Feng Liya, who was appointed as the manager of the team, also came, she bought two boxes of mineral water with her own money, and was directing the two boys to carry it. Feng Liya is really not simple, she arranged everything in an orderly manner, which made Yang Fan feel very gratified.

Today, the teammates trained very hard, and Yang Fan also told them that the goal of this competition is to create the best results in the history of the academy, and even to impact the championship. With Yang Fan, the strength of the captain, coupled with the formal training in the past few days, the students are full of confidence, and they all said: It is not a matter to enter the top three in this competition, and if you don't win the championship, you will collectively go to the palace, and some jokes make Feng Liya happy.

After the training, Yang Fan called Zhang Juan on the dormitory landline and made an appointment to continue to go to her for self-study tonight. "As far as you do now, it will be a traitor during the Anti-Japanese War!" Zhou Xiaochuan was eavesdropping again. Yang Fan gave him a blank look: "What do you know, I am breaking into the enemy, I am an underground party." Zhou Xiaochuan laughed weirdly: "Yo Yo Yo! Sounds quite self-sacrificing. "That's right, I'm going to join the varsity team sooner or later, and sooner or later, we're going to get rid of the Cooperative Brigade on CUBA!" I'm now going behind enemy lines and sacrificing my hue for the sake of the organization! Yang Fan teased Zhou Xiaochuan while packing his schoolbag, and before leaving, he didn't forget to clean up his hair in the mirror. Then, in a burst of cynicism, he ran to the University without looking back.

It's still the same classroom yesterday, it's still the same place, Yang Fan's mood is very different at the moment, he sat next to Zhang Juan very chicly, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at each other's books.

In order not to affect other students, the two did not speak during the self-study process, but just passed a note from time to time. Yang Fan felt that what he said to Zhou Xiaochuan was not wrong, and now that they are passing notes here, isn't it very similar to the underground party? At the end of class, Yang Fan also bought a drink for Zhang Juan intimately. Zhang Juan couldn't unscrew it, and handed it back, looking at Yang Fan with blank eyes, Yang Fan unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it back, Zhang Juan took a sip, and then handed it to Yang Fan, motioning for Yang Fan to drink some too. Yang Fan took a big sip, and his heart was secretly refreshed: "We can be regarded as an indirect kiss." ”