The sun was ruthless, everything was distorted by the sun, and there was a tearing pain in the knees, as if the sky was cracking, Yan Shuang's skin was already fair and crystal clear, and now the forehead condensed water droplets, and finally it seemed that the clouds were falling, and with a muffled sound, Yan Shuang's whole person fell to the ground.

Yan Shuang was instructed to make an exception to rest, to find a Mazha in the shade, the senior sister who registered for the break asked her name, she said Yan Shuang, the senior sister's eyes flickered, and she drew a stroke on the notebook with a little surprise, Oh, you are the highest score this year.

There was no subsequent communication, Yan held a bottle of Nongfu Spring in his hands, his eyes habitually went to Li Feiran, and the moment he came into contact, he subconsciously turned his head, the boys were practicing military body boxing, and their movements were crooked, like demon monkeys running out of the mountains and forests.

With a punching action, the tall boy next to him slammed into Tong Yang's abdomen, and Tong Yang reflexively covered the painful place, estimating that it was already black.

The instructor who was demonstrating in front heard the voice and turned his head and asked him what was wrong, and the boy next to him explained with a straight face that he didn't mean it, and he was too focused just now to notice Tong Yang.

Tong Yang sneered in his heart, do you dare to swear to the sky that you really didn't mean it? Turning his head and seeing the instructor's rather concerned gaze, Tong Yang sighed almost inaudibly, smiled, it doesn't matter.

In the middle of the break, Tong Yang walked to the shade of the tree to drink water, he heard some boys behind him sitting under the basketball hoop talking about something, he had no intention of caring about other people's discussions, but the voice behind him became louder and louder, he heard his name, with some unbearable words, he sighed softly, not that he didn't want to turn his head to refute them, but what could he do after refuting?

Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in her thoughts, the boy in front of her must have a gentle family that nourishes a gentle soul. At the same time, she secretly wondered why the surrounding environment was so hostile to him.

The moment she looked up, she was suddenly stunned, and bumped into Tong Yang's gaze, the sun perched in his eyes, witnessing a prosperous era of light and shadow. Those eyes contained heavy and complicated sighs, and the corners of the eyes drooped, revealing innocence, but containing the power of comfort.

This boy's appearance has a unique softness, just like the male protagonist in an anime I watched before "Natsume's Friend's Account", his skin is whiter than that of ordinary boys, his bangs lie obediently on his forehead, and a shallow dimple occasionally comes out of his mouth, and the ends of his hair and between his eyebrows are outlined in the sun with a soft outline.

Tong Yang was silent for a second, took out a white vial and a cotton swab wrapped in a plastic bag from his schoolbag, stretched out his hand and was about to hand it to Yan Shuang, but halfway shyly turned around and placed it on the ground ten centimeters away from her.

The whistle sounded, Tong Yang hurriedly pointed to Yan Shuang's knee, signaled the bottle of potion given to her, and then turned around and left in a hurry.

Maybe it's because of the pain in his knees that people are hallucinating, otherwise, how could Tong Yang's eyes be dewdrop-like and translucent.