Chapter 6:

Jiang Yan held his arms, his legs stretched out, and he was a little unhappy.
The players who played on the court before were not very good. If he was wearing sneakers, it was not a big problem to go up to Pan-to-Five with Pan Zhi, but it was interesting to see them playing. Superiority.
Now that Gu Fei and their friends are playing, the whole atmosphere has changed.
Because Gu Fei's ball played ... very good. This is to put their original school, which is definitely the kind of girl who screams when enjoying the high school league in the city. The level of "is a bird" who is not a good bird combination with him is also very good. The hooligan fan on the shop chair played beautifully, making both of them a little redundant.
So for Jiang Yan, looking at such a ball is not so superior.
He didn't have any particular aversion to Gu Fei, but he definitely didn't like it. At this time, he felt that he was playing well and forced to correct it at the same time. It was a good fart.
"This guy is good at playing," Pan Zhi said at a loss, "how did you meet?"
"It turned out that our team was just ordinary." Jiang Yan said.
"Yo, your basketball team?" Li Yan next spoke before Pan Zhi spoke, with a provocation in his tone, "Would you like to get the other one down, you?"
Jiang Yan turned to glance at him: "No."
"No?" Li Yan froze, presumably thinking that he would gladly fight, but he did not expect to be rejected, "why?"
"Guess." Jiang Yan stood up and walked towards the stadium entrance.
Pan Zhi stretched over and followed, leaving a few confused people behind.
"You're burned by namelessness," Pan Zhi narrowed his neck after leaving the gym. "Revenge with that kid?"
"I just arrived on the third day," Jiang Yan said.
"Also, the time is too short, and who can't tie up with it," Pan Zhi sighed. "Anyway, who you see now is not pleasing to anyone."
"You're fine." Jiang Yan glanced at him.
Pan Zhi laughed: "Hey, really, how did that person know? High school?"
"... neighbors," Jiang Yan said.
"Stay with you?" Pan Zhi asked.
"The street next to you," Jiang Yan answered simply.
"Ah." Pan Zhi answered.
In fact, he felt that Pan Zhi could not react to this concept at all. They all grew up in closed communities, and there were two neighbors, one building and one community. The former nodded and the latter swept. At a glance.
Across the street, such neighbors haven't touched too much.
Jiang Yan sighed softly, there was an illusion that he actually came to participate in the Metamorphosis.
"If there is any mountain, go and see the snow." Pan Zhi slaps.
"Climbing a mountain in such a cold day? Aren't you afraid of freezing your head? I wasn't very able to move," Jiang Yan said, "have never seen snow?"
"It's snowier than ours," Pan Zhi put his arms on his shoulders. "Hey, brother, take you to ventilate, why don't you change places? What's the big deal, just change your parents Well, what ... is this a bit big, I think about how ... "
"Let's go to the mountain," Jiang Yan was amused by him and waved his arm. "It's a big deal to fuck."
After playing a game, Gu Fei felt warm and warm. The feeling of waking up in the past two days finally disappeared. He put on his coat and looked back at a few eyes on the court because he finally decided to leave. A person full of joy: "Thanks."
"Don't fight?" Someone asked, probably out of habit.
"Do you want to come again?" Gu Fei said.
A few people were silent, and their faces were awkward.
Gu Fei laughed and zipped: "Go."
After walking out of the stadium, Liu Fan jumped twice: "It's boring, I said I went to the sports center to rent a venue and hit you. You have to go to your school."
"How powerful you want to be," Gu Fei said.
"Playing with high school students has a fart." Liu Fan said.
"You are two years away from your high school student." Li Yan glanced at him.
Gu Fei raised his and reached Liu Fan's eyes: "You won me one-on-one, you can just say that."
Several people are happy.
"Fuck," Liu Fan patted his hand. "Eat something to go, hungry."
"I'm not going," Gu Fei looked at the phone, "I'm going home."
"Back to the store?" Li Yan asked, "isn't your mother in the store today?"
"I took Ermiao for a physical examination. I went to get the list before, and I made an appointment for today," said Gu Fei. "She went to the hospital to coax for half a day and it took time."
"Let's go play at night," Liu Fan said.
"Come on," Gu Fei pulled out his car key. "I'm gone."
"Don't you always say go," Li Yan said, "I'm not used to being so passionate today."
"You owe it." Gu Fei turned and left.
Life is slow, so it ’s very slow, but if there is such a little energy, it can't stop like a waterfall.
The little relaxation and joy that Pan Zhi brought quickly slipped past.
"Don't you take the pile of food?" Jiang Yan stood in the waiting hall and looked at the scrolling information.
"I said take it, will you come back to the hotel and bring it to me now?" Pan Zhi said.
"Don't take it seriously, I just have nothing to say." Jiang Yan looked at him.
"Those who eat are brought here for you. I am afraid you will not be able to find them for a while," Pan Zhi sighed. "Say, May 1 is you going back, or shall I come over again?"
"I won't go back," Jiang Yan said, "I said I won't go back."
"I don't know anything about you blindly," Pan Zhi said, "I'll come over then, and bring the gang from class to play together, how about it?"
"Let ’s talk then," Jiang Yan leaned against the wall. "It didn't matter how familiar it was. I haven't seen you for a few months. No one is still willing to come here. This is not a tourist attraction."
"Well, we'll discuss it then." Pan Zhi nodded.
The two were silent for a while, and Pan Zhi, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up and stared at Jiang Yan facing the ground.
"Why!" Jiang Yan was startled by him, and pointed to him, "Don't get up! I'll pump you."
"Hug." Pan Zhi opened his arms.
"Fuck." Jiang Yan was a little speechless, opened his arms and hugged him.
"Don't forget me," Pan Zhi said, "I mean it."
Jiang Yan sighed softly: "I won't forget to look at me on May 1st."
Pan Zhi laughed: "Okay."
In the past few days before school began, Li Baoguo made a total of meals, and he was not at home for the rest of the meal.
At first, Jiang Yan wanted to try to cook some noodles by himself. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a pile of pots and pans and various seasoning bottles with a layer of sludge.
In these days, he ate all the shops that are interested in the name within one kilometer of the ordering software, and finally ate school.
The first day his new head teacher called and Jiang Ye was a little surprised.
"Your dad's phone has never been answered." The class teacher said.
This is not too surprising, the ears are not good, and it is always at the poker table. Jiang Ye passed several times downstairs from the house where Li Baoguo played cards, and every time he heard the noise above.
The head teacher's surname was Xu. He was an uncle listening to the voice. He was very enthusiastic, which made Jiang Yan's uneasiness in the face of the new environment a little less.
It was snowing early in the morning when I went to school to report. It was indeed like Pan Zhi said. I couldn't see such heavy snow before.
Quite cool.
When he entered the school gate, he paid attention to the students around him, feeling that they all looked similar, but they were also all high school students. They also had many faces they didn't know, but their strangeness was extraordinarily strong.
He also paid special attention to whether Gu Fei's face had not been seen.
"Jiang Ye, the name is good." Uncle Xu, the head teacher, is indeed an uncle. He seems to be an uncle who drank in the morning. "My name is Xu, my name is Xu Lin. I teach you Chinese. My classmates call me Lao Xu, President Xu. "
"Lao Xu ... General." Jiang Yan bowed slightly at him in a regular manner, and felt something wrong with this title.
"Let's talk first. After reading the first lesson in Chinese in a little while, I will take you there," Lao Xu pointed to the chair next to him, "sit."
Jiang Yan sat down.
"There aren't many transfers in high school," Lao Xu smiled, "especially when we transferred to us ... I looked at your previous report card, and you scored very well."
"It's okay," Jiang Yan said.
"It's not okay, it's good, don't be modest," Lao Xu laughed, sighed again, and said quietly, "It's a pity to turn us here."
Jiang Yan said nothing and looked at Xu.
His former class teacher had said this, but unfortunately, the teacher resources and teaching quality over there were not okay ... But Old Xu also said so, Jiang Yan was quite surprised.
"I think your science scores are better than those of the liberal arts," Lao Xu said, "how did you choose the liberal arts class?"
Jiang Yan feels that this question is not too good to answer, because his mother and mother want him to choose a science subject. He ca n’t say such a sensational answer to Secondary Two. Although he has already done such a thing, he still says it. Feel like a glittering colorful .
He hesitated for a long time before he said, "I like our head teacher, he takes the liberal arts class."
"That's it," Lao Xu froze, "I hope you can like me too, and now I want to transfer to science class again is a bit troublesome."
"Oh." Jiang Yan looked at his face.
Lao Xu laughed after watching him for a while, and he followed for a long time. This class teacher was quite interesting.
After the preparatory bell for the first class rang, Lao Xu took a paper bag and clamped it under his arm, and then touched a USB flash drive and put it in his pocket: "Come on, I'll take you to class."
"Um." Jiang Yan threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and followed him out of the office.
Listening to Lao Xu's meaning, the fourth middle school is not very good, but the campus is quite large, and the layout of the teaching building is a bit chic. The other classes are divided into grades. The second and third grade liberal arts classes were taken out and placed in an old three-story building, divided by the middle of the stairs, the second grade on the left, and the third grade on the right.
Jiang Yan feels that he is about to become a fan of fatalism. Even transfer studies can be arranged in broken buildings. The floor is still made of wood. The old-fashioned floor can not be seen. You can fall directly from the third floor to the first floor.
"This building is an old building," Lao Xu introduced to him. "Don't underestimate it is old and the design is particularly scientific. The teacher does not use wheat in the classroom here, and does not need to raise his voice. Students in the back row can also listen. Make it clear. "
"Oh." Jiang Yan nodded.

Our class is on the third floor,
Lao Xu continued.
"Um." Jiang Yan continued to nod.
"Where's our school ..." Lao Xu said as he walked, turned around the corner of the stairs and glanced up and suddenly whispered, "Gu Fei! You're late again!"
This name made Jiang Yan raise his eyebrows, and looked up. A man who was slowly going upstairs in front of him turned his head, holding a bag of milk in his mouth. ,
Despite the backlight, Jiang Yan recognized at a glance that this was indeed Gu Fei, not the same name and surname.
"Mr. Xu is early." Gu Fei said vaguely with milk and glanced at Jiang Yan's face, probably like Jiang Yan. He was not surprised by this meeting.
"It's late and you're still shaking, why don't you climb up!" Lao Xu pointed at him, "It's so lazy just after school!"
Gu Fei didn't speak, turned around and walked up the stairs to disappear on the third floor corridor.
These four middle schools are indeed incomparable to their previous school. At this moment, the bells rang, the teachers also entered the classroom, and there were many students in the corridor who did not intend to enter the classroom, and leaned on the railings to chat.
The second half of the second grade was lazy, and Jiang Yan looked back to the third half of the third grade and looked like a bird. He looked at it again, but did not see Gu Fei who had just come up.
Old Xu entered the classroom leaning on the stairs. Jiang Yan followed and looked at the door frame. There was a sign saying, Senior 2 (8).
8, it's okay, there is something to make him feel good, although he doesn't know where an 8 can make him rich.
There were also many people standing in the corridor outside Class 8. They did not move when they saw Lao Xujin in the classroom, and they saw Jiang Yan also entered the classroom, and they probably came in because they had to watch.
Lao Xu stood on the podium, looking at the dozens of people who had been unable to be quiet below, it seemed very patient to wait for everyone to calm down.
In the process, Jiang Yan has been standing by the podium, receiving various gazes and whispers.
He feels awkward, although if someone stares at him, he usually stares back, "What are you doing?" There is no deterrent to him. But now dozens of people in a class are all staring at him, he is a little confused, too many goals will lose their goals, and all their faces are connected.
The irritable twisted in his body, he glanced at Lao Xu under pressure, and Lao Xu still looked at dozens of people who couldn't be calm.
He suddenly felt that there was some mistake in the judgment of the head teacher. He was not a kind person. He should be the kind of old man who had no deterrent effect on the students.
After a while, this state didn't mean to end at all. Jiang Yan, who was struggling on the edge of the outbreak, couldn't help it, and asked, "Are you waiting for them to be silent?"
Lao Xu turned his head and looked at him.
At the same time, dozens of people who had been buzzing like magic sounds suddenly became quiet.
Once Jiang Yan's fire came up, it was a bit difficult to control. He generally tried to control it before the fire came. If he couldn't control it, his mother would love him.
Now being held here for at least three minutes like an idiot, dozens of people were staring at the discussion. For him, he took a pack of explosives and detonated between his legs.
The eggs are bursting, this world is without me.
"Okay, let me introduce ..." Lao Xu slaps with a smile.
"Jiang Xuan, transferred from school," Jiang Xuan interrupted with a calm voice. "Can I sit?"
Old Xu stunned.
Someone whistled in the classroom, and suddenly a shout rose again, mixed with a few louder voices: "Quite awesome!"
"Then you sit, you sit ..." Lao Xu looked back in the row, "just over there, Gu Fei, raise your hand."
From the first row to the last row, one by one, his head turned backwards like drumming and passing flowers, Jiang Yan's gaze followed all the way.
I saw Gu Fei sitting in the last row stepping on the edge of the table with his feet biting a half of churros.
Suddenly Jiang Yan felt a power in his body, and encouraged him to write a novel called "The King of Routines-All Coincidence in the World Belongs to Me".
Gu Fei raised his hand perfunctoryly.
Jiang Ye used to be in the back row at school. The seats in the whole class will be rotated once a week to ensure that everyone can sit in the front row, but every time he changes back to the last row by himself.
He likes to be in the back, quiet and undisturbed, it's easy to go out and sleep through the back door.
But now this back row makes him uncomfortable sitting.
The tables and chairs are misaligned, the position is small, the back should not be against the wall, and no one is quiet.
Chatting, playing with cell phones, and eating fritters slowly beside him.
Jiang Yan is a little speechless. Although he used to make the teacher comfortable in addition to his grades in the school, after all, he stayed in a school that could compete with key high schools for the rate of advancement and key rate. He really didn't realize it.
He took out the book and opened it to listen to Lao Xu's lectures. He felt like a neurosis in the eyes of the people next to him.
Gu Fei didn't talk to anyone and didn't sleep. He just lowered his head and put earplugs in his ears, and started listening to music.
A boy at the front table started arching the table backwards, and he arched his face and yelled, "Dafei."
The table shakes.
"Big fly."
The table shakes.
"Hey Dafei."
The table shakes.
"Big fly?"
Jiang Yan stared at the words on the book, slapped the man's head with a slap, and smashed the book with a book, doing a multiple choice question, and finally reached out and pulled the plug in Gu Fei's ear.
Gu Fei glanced at him, he stared at Gu Fei and said nothing.
"Dafei, hey, Dafei." The man in front of him arched the table again.
"Um." Gu Fei answered, still looking at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan looked at him indifferently.
"Let me use your camera for a while, and pay you back tomorrow," said the person in front.
"Do not borrow." Gu Fei turned away.
"Fuck, don't pull the door, I'll just take two." The man said.
"Get off." Gu Fei said briefly and put on the headphones again to continue listening to music.
"Just one night," the man arched the table again. "I'll pay you back tomorrow morning."
The table shook.
"I fuck, Da Fei, Da Fei ..." The man continued to arch the table.
Jiang Yan really did n’t understand why he had to say this in class, why he had to hold the table and say, why he was so persistent when he was rejected, and he did n’t understand why Gu Fei was unwilling to borrow a camera. Endure table epilepsy.
He raised his leg and stomped hard at the man in front of him.
The movement was loud and loud.
The man was kicked forward and hit the table.
"Fuck?" The man turned back sharply.
The students all around also stared at me.
"Please don't hit the table," Jiang Yan said quietly, "thank you."
The man probably hadn't recovered yet, opened his mouth and said nothing.