Coach Tan glanced at Song Yimian up and down, groped in the four pockets of his body with both hands, and finally took out a clean tissue from his left trouser pocket and handed it to Song Yimian, "Wipe the sweat."

looked at the white tissue in front of him, but he didn't reach for it.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Song Yimian automatically came up with scenes in his mind where Coach Tan repeatedly wiped his hands and mouth with the same tissue, and finally blew his nose.

He has a habit of cleanliness.

At this time, he finally remembered that he had a habit of cleanliness.

Coach Tan also guessed what Song Yimian was thinking in his head, "tsk", frowned slightly, stuffed the paper into the right pocket, took out a whole pack of tissues from the left, took out one from it in front of Song Yimian, and handed it to him again, "It's okay now."

Song Yimian took the piece of paper and wiped the beads of sweat on the side of his face twice.

「······」 Coach Tan waited quietly for Song Yimian to wipe off his sweat, crumpled the soaked tissue into a ball and raised his hand to throw it into the trash can not far away, his heart ached, but he still didn't wait for Song Yimian to speak, "Don't you wonder what I called you over for?"

This kid really doesn't have any curiosity at all, he doesn't talk to him, and he doesn't be cute at all.

"Coach, what are you looking for from me?" Song Yimian raised his eyebrows with insight and delivered the words in time.

Coach Tan's face moved slightly.

But this child also has the advantage, that is, he can act by looking at the eyes, and he understands a little.

"I've watched the video on the Internet, so you should know it." Coach Tan put his hands behind his back, and his voice was slightly lowered.

Song Yimian nodded, "I know." It's not like it was online two days ago.

"There are also many students and teachers in the school who have seen it, and your homeroom teacher will talk to you and probably end class in a while."

Song Yimian nodded in understanding, and did not react to who Coach Tan's "you" referred to.

He just thought it was the video of the game that was just himself.

already has the experience of the previous year, and Song Yimian has been much more comfortable this time.

But when he thought of the homeroom teacher's conversation, which was nothing more than those official words such as "don't pay attention to comments on the Internet", "pay attention to your own learning", and "the school will deal with these things", he was sleepy for a while.

Coach Tan saw Song Yimian lowering his head, thinking that he was also distressed about what he said, and said in a comforting tone, "Hey, the Internet is developed, and everything is fermenting quickly."

"I just heard a lot of students gossiping. Some say good, some say bad, and some netizens say even more excessively," Coach Tan said, he was angry, "There is everyone on the Internet, and if you don't know each other, you can comment on the good or bad of others, and they will forget it, there are so many students in the school gossiping, they are all classmates in the same school, why be in a hurry!"

Song Yimian kicked a handful of weeds that emerged from the cracks on the edge of the stage, paid attention to the ancient poem that Coach Tan finally popped out, and said indifferently, "I don't care what they like to say, and it has nothing to do with me."

Coach Tan knew that Song Yimian had a good attitude and did not make any remarks about him in the accident world, but Tao You, a little girl, was delicate, but there was nothing to blame like him, and for the little girl, reputation was very important.

The original intention of calling Song Yimian over was also to know that he and Tao You lived closely, and wanted him to pay more attention to Tao You this time, he knew that there were already two reporters who came to squat at noon today, and it was just a matter of comforting him.

"You can count it in your own heart," Coach Tan patted Song Yimian on the shoulder, "Tao You, you pay more attention to it, I can see that she is a very sensitive kind of girl in her heart, on the Internet, among classmates, there are good and bad, we can't stop them from talking······

"Wait a while, wait a while," Song Yimian frowned tightly, and Coach Tan's words made him confused, "What does this have to do with Tao You?" Why do people on the Internet say about her?"

「······」 Coach Tan felt that he had been playing the piano to the cow for the past few minutes.

"Are you Biao!" Coach Tan couldn't help but raise his voice and glare

Song Yimian with circles in his eyes.

"There's you in that video, and Tao You! Half a minute video, you only have a few seconds of appearance! Do you say it has anything to do with her?"

"You think everybody likes to see your face! It's a great thing to be sober and humble!"

Song Yimian sensed that something was wrong, "Which video are you talking about?"

"Which video can it be, it's just a video on the Internet now!" Coach Tan also suddenly opened his mind, opened his mouth speechlessly and said, "The video of your friendly match was outdated eight hundred years ago, and you are still here to reminisce about it yourself?!" Stinky boy is narcissistic now, too."

「······」

"It's fast-paced times." Coach Tan saw Song Yimian acquiesce, and comforted him with relief, "No matter how popular it is, you should forget it after three days, remember it."

Song Yimian stretched out his hand to Coach Tan, changed his casualness just now, and said seriously, "Show me that video."

Coach Tan noticed that the students who were gradually gathering around him were gossipy and careful on their immature faces, for fear that others would not see them.

He is an old ginger who has been in school for decades, how could he get their wish.

He didn't even know if it was true or not.

"Ahem," Coach Tan slapped his palm on Song Yimian's palm, and pulled his hand together and drooped naturally, "It's okay to watch the video after school, just an afternoon's work." Anyway, you just need to pay more attention to the class now. There will definitely be measures on the part of the school as well."

After speaking, Coach Tan waved his hand at the students next to him who were listening to the gossip with their ears raised, "What are you doing here, just go run a few laps when you're idle." Which class are you in and who is the teacher?"

Seeing that there was no extra information to eavesdrop, the classmates also scattered with haha.

Song Yimian was left alone, still messy in place.

Coach Tan slowly paced out a few steps, and when the people were less, he took a big stride back, "That, cough."

He looked in all directions and asked in a low voice, "You and Tao You, are you not together, is the video really fake?"

"What?" Song Yimian heard Coach Tan muttering beside him, but he didn't hear what he said, and thought he was talking to himself, until he looked at himself after he finished speaking.

"Ahem," Coach Tan Ben Ali was not embarrassed, "It's okay, it's okay, you can play."

「······」 Song Yimian then thought of the incident of the classmates in the class at noon, and what Gu Yi asked him after the afternoon self-study.

He always thought that this was the rumors that his classmates had heard from somewhere, and Gu Yi didn't have a positive shape on weekdays, so he didn't put this matter at ease.

But things didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

"The two at the school gate are here to find Tao You and Song Yimian."

"Definitely, didn't Mr. Tan say just now, two reporters came at noon, who else could they be."

"What's the matter, what's the matter? We tested it at noon, what happened?!"

"It's the video on the Internet······ I'll show you in a moment."

Hearing this, Song Yimian squinted in the direction of the school gate, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Song Yimian, stand there thinking about what kind of life, come and play! Our team is going to lose!"

"If you lose, you will have to eat in the cafeteria for a week!"

Even if Song Yimian has extra pocket money, he doesn't want to spend this unjust money.

He looked around and didn't see Tao You's figure, drank the small half bottle of water in his bottle, and strode towards the court.

"Xiao Yu!"

Before the intermission was over, Song Yimian put the water cup on the bench to warm up, and saw Tao You and Hong Xiqi holding each other's arms, walking from the school gate, holding a bottle and drinking a small half of mineral water.

Tao You heard Song Yimian's voice, subconsciously stopped, didn't look up much, and clearly saw Song Yimian's superior face in the crowd.

"Tut-tut," Hong Xiqi shook his head as he looked at Song Yimian, who was trotting across most of the court

sighed twice, "Should I say it or not, Song Yimian's face is really outstanding, so many people, hey, you can find him at a glance."

- Yes, I won't get tired of looking at this face even if I look at it for a lifetime.

"That's because he's tall." Tao Yu wants to cover Mizhang Road.

After only a few words, Song Yimian had already run to Tao You, stuffed the thermos cup in his hand to Tao You, and took away the mineral water in her hand, "Drinking cold water in this weather, can your stomach stand it, I'm not afraid of stomach pain."

"Just a few sips."

"I'll tell your dad when I get back." Song Yimian "threatened" and successfully grasped Tao You's lifeline.

Tao You loved to eat popsicles when she was a child, especially in the summer, she bought every popsicle in the commissary, and finally picked out three of her favorite flavors.

If there is no family to take care of her, she will not be satisfied with eating five or six sticks a day.

It is precisely because of this that I have a bad stomach at a young age.

When my stomach hurts, it's like there are thousands of thin needles, densely pierced into my stomach, and I can only curl up with my waist to relieve the pain, and I can't even breathe heavily.

Later, every summer, Tao's father never hoarded popsicles at home, and Tao You was strictly forbidden to eat cold and drink cold.

Tao You envied her friends when she was a child, but it wasn't until the past two years that she got a little better, and she almost forgot the rules set by Tao's father.

"It's just a few mouthfuls, don't be so careful, my dad doesn't care so strictly." Tao You flipped the thermos flask in his hand and pursed his lips.

Song Yimian lowered his eyes and glared at Tao You, and the corners of his mouth were straight, "You won't be happy to say two words about you. Didn't you just have a stomach pain before school started? Who was rolling in bed at that time, hating that there was no regret medicine in this world?"

"Auntie's new pillow was bitten by you, and her teeth are very good······

Hearing this, Tao You's ears flushed, and then he sank into his dantian, and coughed violently to stop him from continuing.

This sound successfully made Song Yimian swallow the next words back into his stomach, and also made Hong Xiqi next to him rub his ears.

And Tao You's mind was full of memories of who were in the family that day.

Until she recalled all the details of that day, and even accurate to the time points of each key point, she didn't think Song Yimian should know about it.

Unless he has the ability to foresee, or······ She remembered that there seemed to be a large astronomical telescope in his room······

She wrinkled her face, unconsciously held her breath, her body hid behind Hong Xiqi slightly, and looked at Song Yimian again, her eyes were very complicated, and there was an indescribable meaning.

Song Yimian saw that she had been looking at herself with a 'perverted' look, and knew that she must be thinking about something in her little brain, and explained with a smile, "Auntie told me on the day of school that the cushion was hand-customized, and she waited a month to receive the goods. She also told me to watch you at school and tell you to drink less of the cold."

"Every time I feel pain, I forget it, and I don't remember it for a long time."

Tao Yu was unclear, and answered softly, "Oh."

After staying with Hong Xiqi for a long time, her thoughts are not so pure.

The window in Song Yimian's room is facing the wall on her side, and there is not even a window gap······

- Ahem, well, I was in a hurry just now, and the logic is not meticulous.

Tao You secretly corrected himself in his heart.

"The water I just received before class, it's warm, you don't have to wait to drink it directly." Song Yimian raised his chin at the cup in Tao You's hand, not giving her the slightest chance to refuse.

Tao You thought of what he had just thought, and now he was embarrassed to look at Song Yimian, so he casually said a few perfunctory words, urging him to play, "I know, why are you more verbose than my father." They told you to go play, go and go."

Song Yimian was lying in place, Tao You pushed, he moved a small step, the corners of his mouth pulled, and without warning, he raised his hand to flatten the stupid hair fluttering in the wind on the top of her head, "I'll play, you."

What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Tao You was so shocked by his sudden movements that his body stiffened.

What is he doing?

He, touched my head?!

On the playground!

So many people!

In the next second, Tao You's face burned red, and the fingers rubbing the corners of her clothes trembled slightly because of the tension that surged into her heart, ignoring the attention of the surrounding classmates to her as much as possible, as well as the unsuppressed exclamation.

Tao You's face was as calm as possible, his eyelids didn't blink much, in fact, his fingers were about to pull off the paint on the cup, and his tongue was curling when he spoke, "Wang Hao said, if your team loses, please eat."

Song Yimian's expression was slightly restrained, and he looked back at Wang Hao, who was showing off his 'superb) ball skills with people on the sidelines with his bare hands, and asked again, "When did you and Wang Hao become so familiar?"

Wang Hao is not from the first class of science, but from the second class downstairs. Their class changed classes today, and it happened that the physical education class was changed to this time, and it was rare that there were many people, so the two classes came to a ball game together.

Tao You is not familiar with Wang Hao, and he has met a few times in the liberal arts office, mainly every time he leans over the windowsill, standing enchantingly, making up homework or correcting test papers with a sad face, sometimes using a black pen to pluck the pothos raised by the Chinese teacher, and then pinch the mimosa on the other side, and then pinch the flesh that is basking in the sun outside the windowsill, and after being warned by the Chinese teacher, he reluctantly bows his head again to write.