Jian Licheng's laughter was still echoing at the staircase, but he didn't laugh for long, and he was patted on the shoulder by Zhou Yan: "Don't laugh, let's go." ”

After the laughter stopped, Sang You raised his hand with difficulty to prepare to say goodbye, and as soon as his arm was raised, he heard Zhou Yan ask again: "Are you going?" ”

"Huh?"

Sang You pointed his finger at himself slowly: "Are you asking me?" ”

"Hmm."

Jian Licheng is still happy: "Let's go together, let me tell you, you are awesome in inkstone, and the two of us join forces to fight one, which is trivial to him." ”

"Still blowing?" Zhou Yan put his fingers against his shoulder and motioned for him to shut up, "Go get another shot." ”

"Okay, you two go over first, I'll come down later." After he finished speaking, he went upstairs with three steps and one step.

I haven't exercised for a long time, and I'm very tired after running, but when I think of being able to play badminton with Zhou Yan, Sang You feels that this difficulty is not insurmountable, she asked, "Where to go?" ”

"Hanging Gardens."

"Good drop."

The sky garden is on the west side, you have to pass by the seventh class to pass, the class facing the sky garden is the first to fourth class of the third year of high school, there are many people playing badminton on the ground in this venue, and there are also many seniors sitting at the door of the class chatting.

There was a vacant seat near the first class of high school, and as soon as the two of them stood over, they saw familiar people. Sang You raised her hand and greeted: "Senior sister! ”

Lin Qiaoyan sat at the door of the class, raised his head when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Come to play?" ”

"Aang."

"Is there a shortage of people? Take me one? She asked, putting down the book in her hand.

Sang You subconsciously looked at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan nodded: "Yes." ”

Lin Qiaoyan went back to class and took a badminton racket, and when he came back, Jian Licheng just came down, and saw more people, Jian Licheng said: "Just four, come and come, two to two, men and women to match." ”

It's very simple to match, just according to the position of the station, Sang You and Jian Licheng are on the side of the station, and the two become teammates. Generally speaking, the two-on-two combination, according to many factors such as hand strength, playing style, and skills, will determine the position of the two, one in front and one behind, one near and one far.

It stands to reason that the combination of men and women is mostly women in front and men in the back, but Jian Licheng still asked: "Sister Sang, do you usually stand in front or behind?" ”

Sang You thought for a moment and said, "You stand behind." ”

She felt that she was running weakly, and her body was still a little numb, and her strength should not be as big as usual, so it was safer to stand in front of her.

The combination of Lin Qiaoyan and Zhou Yan is also a female front and male queen, when fighting, Sang You found that everyone's playing style is different, for example, Lin Qiaoyan's senior sister's ball seems to be soft and weak, but in fact, it hides ingenuity, and she is also good at smashing the ball at close range. Zhou Yan's playing style is very tricky, people can't see the trajectory of the ball, this person also likes to walk the ball, one will go to the left and one will go to the right, and he will play far, Jian Licheng is walking enough in the back.

After a few rounds, Jian Licheng couldn't bear it anymore and scolded: "Zhou Yan! Can you fight well? Don't walk me. ”

Zhou Yan responded perfunctorily.

Sang You's badminton is playing okay, and he has the strength and skills he should have, but he is not in good shape today, and he is not playing as well as he wants.

After fighting for a while, Jian Licheng shortened the distance between him and Sang You, and whispered, "Senior sister, you stand behind." ”

"Oh."

Sang You stepped back and stood behind, and as soon as he stood over, he was met with a left-sided fastball.

the groove.

She ran to the left while shocked, but she couldn't catch the ball and hit the ground, Jian Licheng made up for it before hitting the ball, and the next second the ball was deducted by Lin Qiaoyan.

“……”

Jian Licheng picked up the ball and served to start a new round.

Sang You was ready to face the storm, Zhou Yan raised the slap, and her heart trembled, for fear that the ball would hit the goal. Unexpectedly, the ball was in order, and Sang You breathed a sigh of relief after hitting the ball over.

At seven o'clock, they started evening self-study, and they didn't play long before the preparatory bell rang. When receiving the ball, Lin Qiaoyan said with a smile: "The junior sister played very well, next time I have a chance to play one-on-one." ”

Sang You nodded in response, "Yes." ”

After the preparation bell rang, the crowd in the sky garden dispersed, Sang You returned to work and sat down in his seat, Yang Qinning turned his head over: "Niu, you, you had an asthma attack just now, and you have to climb the stairs with zombies, and you still have the energy to play badminton?" ”

Sang Yu corrected her: "I don't have asthma. ”

"Good, good." Yang Qinning warmly reminded, "You have exceeded the exercise limit today, and I feel that you will finish tomorrow." ”

"I don't believe it."

The words were sonorous and powerful, but when I got up at five o'clock the next day, I found that my body weighed a thousand pounds, and my arms and legs could not be lifted.

Sang You moved his steps to turn on the lamp, turned down the brightness after switching to the eye protection mode, pulled out the political book and the book of mistakes from the shelf, and slowly moved to the balcony.

At that time, the sky was still dark, and the neon lights in the center of the city had not yet gone out, blurring the outline of the building, and the sky was blue and white, and the color was bleak, but if you looked closely, you would find a line of red, which was where the sun was about to rise.

Now the season is late autumn, and the wind is cool, so Sang You wrapped her school uniform windbreaker and jacket tightly, moved the stool to the corner, and barely blocked the wind.

At present, her math progress has reached the conic curve part of the second year of high school, which is quite difficult, and the proportion of scores is also high, mostly appearing in the penultimate questions of the big questions. It's a hard bone to gnaw, Sang You has spent a lot of time, and now he is nearing the end of the stage, and he can go to the next module after sorting out the wrong questions again.

She turned around, bent her knees for support, and leaned over to begin the wrong calculation.

When the wake-up bell rang, she put away the pen and paper, and woke up her roommate when she returned to the dormitory: "Get up, get up, it's 6:15." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was really hoarse, like a dilapidated radio, blurred and murmurful.

It's hard to listen to the dumb mockery.

Every time this time, she would shout, it was customary. Because of listening to the wake-up bell too much, some roommates are immune to the wake-up bell, and occasionally use it as background music, and then sleep more soundly.

So Sang Youyou would shout again, but it only worked for a few days, and they were immune to her voice.

In short, there will be no less process, shouting or shouting, but sleeping is still sleeping.

However, today's voice is a little unique, and Yu Hao poked his head out of the quilt: "Young? ”

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with your voice?" Yu Hao hadn't woken up yet, and his voice was slurred.

"It's windy, little thing."

Yu Hao retracted again: "Oh. ”

Later, Sang Youdu finished packing up and was ready to leave the dormitory, but still no one got up, and before leaving, she shouted again: "Get up quickly!" Ahem—"

A muffled voice came from the bulging quilt: "Listen...... See ......"

Sang You went out with confidence, and while waiting for the elevator, she also went to the water dispenser to make a cup of coffee, took the coffee cup, and after taking her temperature downstairs in the dormitory and recording it, she was in a good mood.

But the good mood was dashed when I went down the stairs.

Going down the stairs, my leg hurts!

She bared her teeth and rushed down the stairs with all her might, her legs limp, and she stumbled a few steps. When she arrived at the school building, she was relieved that it was easier to climb the stairs to the second floor than to go down.

The real challenge is the long-distance running practice after school in the afternoon.

Sang You pulled a hoarse voice: "One lap of three hundred meters, no matter what, I have to run five laps today!" ”

Yang Qinning ran two laps yesterday, and today she was half wasted, and her legs were still trembling, but she didn't wear out Sang You's fighting spirit, she only said: "Rush!" ”

After rushing for half a circle, Yang Qinning felt that his legs were too weak to hold on, and he was about to kneel on the ground.

In the next second, I heard Sang You grit his teeth: "I want to see who is the master of the body!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the people rushed out.

“……”

Yang Qinning felt that he had better not kneel, because his little friend was gone, and there was no one to help him when he knelt. She gritted her teeth and ran 800 meters, and cheered Sang You half-dead at the finish line: "Rush! Sang You, rush! ”

Sang You felt that she had taken the initiative in her body, and after altitude sickness, she ran a little easier. But the closer I got to the end, the more I felt heavy in my steps, a sore throat, and a burst of fishy sweetness. It was as if the soul was cut off by the waist, the lower body was dragged down, and the upper body floated up with a hanging breath.

As soon as she crossed the finish line, Sang You stopped, she supported her knees with both hands, and before she came back to her senses, her arms were framed by Yang Qinning: "Don't stop, you have to walk after running, otherwise it will be easy to gag." ”

“……”

The two supported each other and walked around the playground for half a lap before they could be considered smooth. When walking towards the teaching building, passing by the basketball court, Yang Qinning suddenly said: "Today I saw people putting love letters in your drawer. ”

"There are people?" The first time Sang You heard this expression, she almost suspected that she had heard it wrong.

"Two people, not people?"

The love letters in Sang You's drawer have basically not been broken, but most of them are Zhou Yan's peach blossoms, and she has become accustomed to it, so she casually asked, "Which two?" ”

"Guess?"

How can this be guessed?

Sang You: "Our class?" ”

"That's right! Clever! ”

“……”

Yang Qinning didn't sell it anymore: "One is Hong Jia, during the lunch break, you went to the library, he lingered in front of your seat for a long time, I almost wanted to ask him what he wanted to do, but I saw him quickly stuff an envelope into your drawer, his neck and face were all red, and then he ran away." ”

Yang Qinning described it vividly, Sang You was stunned for a while, Hong Jia? One meter nine?

"There is also a Qi Yuan ......"

Sang You interrupted her in shock: "Who?!" ”

"Qi Yuan,, I'm surprised, you know? I was sleeping, and I was in a daze, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her stuffing something into your desk pocket! Woke me up, I thought she wanted to you. Yang Qinning said excitedly, "Then as soon as she left, I scouted, good guy, a pink and tender envelope." ”

“？”

The envelopes that generally appear in Sang You's table pocket are 100% love letters, most of which belong to Zhou Yan, and a very small part belong to Sang You.

In the same way, most of the people who send love letters like Zhou Yan, and a very small number like Sang You.

Qi Yuan, what's going on?

Like her Sang You? How can it be!

Like Zhou Yan?

it!