Chapter 4:

This road from the community to the school, Ning Er walked for a year, never felt it was so long.
In May, the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were lush. The morning sun was dazzling and hot, and a breeze blew quickly from the front, making the leaves of the sycamore crackle.
This road is too familiar. Ning Er walked through the first street. The uncle selling miscellaneous grain cakes smiled and asked, "Little ears, don't you eat bread today?" Ning Er quickly shook his head. The female owner of the bun breakfast shop also greeted him, and Ning Er gently answered, "Good morning."
"You know them well?"
Ning Er brushed his head and saw Shao Bohan curiously gathered, his eyes turned on the busy female shopkeeper, and finally returned to him. Shao Bohan put his hands in his pockets and looked at him for a long time, then nodded, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Little ears, you are very popular."
Ninger nodded indifferently: "... um."
Shao Bohan is meaningful: "Oh."
Ning Er was actually lonely when he was young.
He was not healthy when he was a kid, he often became ill, and he did not improve until he entered junior high school. Moreover, his peers in the community are only Shao Bohan, and Shao Bohan is a maverick. Every time he obviously does not play with Ning Er, he plays games by himself, but he is not allowed to say bad things to Grandma Shao. Making Grandma Shao think he had a good time playing with Ning'er is especially bad.
Probably the lack of experience of communicating with others, Ning Er was afraid of life when he was a child. Every time Ning Dad and Ning take him out to meet acquaintances, he hides behind Dad and Mom, and dares not to shout, it is easier to be shy than a little girl.
The reason why Shao Bohan asked that is precisely because he knew that Ning Er was not an outgoing person, and he is so popular now, which is a little different from what he imagined.
Walking past another flower shop that was opening, Ning Er smiled softly and said, "Good morning."
The owner looked up: "Little ears, good morning."
Shao Bohan's gaze was quietly gazing at the young man beside him, seeing that he smiled and bent his eyes, and those very beautiful eyes were full of bright things, very beautiful.
He is no longer alone in these eyes.
But it's even more beautiful.
Shao Bohan gently hooked the corner of his mouth and continued to move forward.
As he was approaching school, Shao Bohan stopped, and Ning Er turned strangely to look at him. He stood in front of a mobile breakfast stall with several students from the same school also shopping. After all, it was Lieutenant Colonel Yan. They obviously knew Ning Er. They secretly glanced at Ning Er, and then looked at Shao Bohan with a surprised and curious expression.
Shao Bohan skillfully said to the stall owner: "A cup of soy milk and a cup of black rice porridge."
The stall owner took things out of the insulation box and passed them: "A total of four and five."
Shao Bohan took out the latest Apple phone and scanned the QR code.
Ning Er stared blankly beside him.
He didn't know that Shao Bohan didn't have breakfast.
Did Grandma Shao not cook breakfast? But when Ning Er went to the kitchen to pick up bread in the morning, he clearly saw Grandma Shao cooking in the kitchen, wasn't that cooking breakfast?
"Hold it."
Shao Bohan shoved the black rice porridge directly into Ning Er's arms and strode forward. After taking a few steps, he turned to see Ning Er still standing still, raising an eyebrow: "Little ear, are you really not afraid of being late?"
Ning Er's face turned red, and he quickly followed.
After walking for a while, he whispered, "You ... were you buying it for me?"
Shao Bohan asked, "Don't you like to drink this?"
Ning Er froze and said "um" softly. He pointed the straw at the seal and pricked it hard. Whoever expected it was not strong enough, the sharp end of the straw suddenly crooked. He jabbed a few more times, but the tip of the straw became more and more crooked.
Ning Er didn't dare to speak so that Shao Bohan found himself in an embarrassing state. He poked gently for a few times, and then poke a few more times. A long hand suddenly took his black rice porridge. Ning Er looked up in surprise, and Shao Bohan pulled his straw directly out of the soy milk cup, poking at the seal of black rice porridge.
Snapped.
The seal was pierced with a hole, and Shao Bohan took the straw in Ning Er's hand and pierced the hole. After doing all this, he shoved the black rice porridge back into Ning Er's palm and hugged his lips: "Why is it the same as when I was a kid, or is it difficult to poke this?"
The black rice porridge was obviously warm, but Ke Ning held it in his palm, but felt that it was hot.
He bit his head and said, "You've all drunk, don't poke with your straw. It's ... unhygienic."
Shao Bohan looked at him in amazement, and the two walked forward for a while. Ning Er heard him whispered quietly: "It's actually too disgusting to me."
Ning Er's face was all red.
When I arrived in the classroom, the time was right, I was not late.
Ning Er put the black rice porridge at the corner of the table. Jiang Chen walked into the classroom and saw this cup of black rice porridge with few mouthfuls. He was surprised and held up: "Ning Er, how do you know that I didn't have breakfast and are hungry I am dead! "He said he would drink black rice porridge.
Ning Er grabbed the black rice porridge anxiously, and Jiang Chen froze.
Ning'er: "... I drank it, and you drank it unsanitary."
Jiang Chen put down his schoolbag and said with a big grin: "When are you still having cleanliness. Forget it, I'll have biscuits. Hot breakfast, I can't eat anything at all. Soda biscuits and biscuits are in my hand. There is no drop of oil in it! "
Ning Er did like black rice porridge when he was a child, but he did n’t have a lot of pocket money, or his mother did n’t give pocket money to a primary school student at all.
The Ning family has no tradition of giving pocket money.
Mother Ning said, "You eat at home. What stationery do you want to buy? We buy it for you. What do you want to spend?"
Ning'er Elementary School really does not have a penny of pocket money.
Shao Bohan is different. He has a lot of pocket money. Ning Er doesn't know how much. He only knows that Shao Bohan can buy whatever he wants. He never hesitates. Once a student in the class bought a new Transformer, the whole class was a sensation, and even someone from the next class came to see the Transformers. As a result, the next day, Shao Bohan directly bought a newest type of Transformers, which was twice as large as that student. He got tired of playing for a few days and threw it to Ning Er, the best toy in Ning Er's primary school.
Grandma Shao is old. On several occasions, she did not cook breakfast for Shao Bohan, and Shao Bohan went to the breakfast stall to buy things. The first time he drank black rice porridge, he didn't like it very much. Ning Er thought it was a waste, and Milky said milkily, "I just took a sip, it was a waste."
Shao Bohan directly brought him the black rice porridge: "Then you help me drink it?"
Ning Er was a little nervous: "You ... you've all drunk."
Shao Bohan laughed and said coldly, "I still hate me."
If it was exactly the same, Shao Bohan at that time seemed really angry. Ning Er was afraid he was unhappy. He quickly grabbed the black rice porridge and took a few sips. Shao Bohan seemed surprised. He didn't expect that he would it so suddenly. Ning Er just didn't want Shao Bohan to be angry at first, but after drinking it suddenly felt good. He said excitedly, "Drink!"
Shao Bohan looked at him for a moment and nodded.
When the two walked to school, Shao Bohan often bought him a cup of black rice porridge. It was the best black rice porridge that Ning Er had ever tasted. Later, he started to have his own pocket money in junior high school. Then he bought black rice porridge. However, he always felt that there was no good food bought by Shao Bohan. Bought it.
The cup of black rice porridge bought by Shao Bohan today, Ning Er drank an early morning class and drank it all.
He had eaten bread at home, and drank another cup of black rice porridge, and could not help feeling a little full.
In the early morning class, he and another class representative went to the office to send homework. When he returned, he saw the sports committee member standing on the podium and said loudly, "We are going to be in high school for the second year. This may be our last group activity. There are twenty-five girls and twenty-eight boys in our class. In this way, in the basketball league on Friday, all girls will come to be cheerleaders, and all boys will play one game. Perhaps only the last month of classmate friendship, Let's play together! "
There was a sensation in the class.
Cheers also rang out in all the next-higher classes.
Ning Er sits back in his seat and asks what happened to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen was excited and full of energy: "Don't you know yet? The Sports Commission just said that this Friday we are going to start the senior basketball game in high school, all classes are participating! We have one month to go to the final exam, and we will directly Division, this is the last activity of the class, everyone participates, leave a commemorative. Sui Ning Er, you have to play after school at night, let's play together! "
Ning Er quickly shook his head: "I don't play well, so I won't participate."
Jiang Chen hugged his neck and laughed, "Why not participate, and we don't want to win the championship. Everyone knows the strength of our class. The champion must be their sixth class, right, brothers?"
The boys laughed.
"Jiang Chen, don't talk nonsense, maybe our class won the championship?"
"Don't talk nonsense, who has played the four big kings in class six? They are all over eighteen meters tall and five big and three big, so I won't fight them."
"The Big Four Kings are okay. I heard that the newly transferred student in Class 6 is 185 in height and especially plays basketball, which is even better than the Big Four Kings!"
A girl added: "You look so handsome!"
Everyone laughed.
Everyone, one year, will be re-classified according to the arts and sciences in the next semester. Most people will definitely not be in the same class in the future. In the end, this basketball game is not for everyone, but just want to cheer up together, work together and have a good time.
Throughout the day, the sports commissioners counted up and down the list to determine the appearance order of each boy.
Fortunately, the girls said that all of them were cheerleaders, and the squad leader was responsible for rehearsing and compiling slogans.
The words of the boys are divided into two groups. There are two boys (including Jiang Chen) who are more likely to play basketball, and two others.
When the sports commissioner came to Ning Er, he was standing on his seat and finishing the math papers to be issued in the next lesson. After hearing what the sports committee said, he quickly shook his head: "I really don't play basketball, I will hinder the class."
The Sports Commission said: "Let's not want to win the championship. Ning Er, everyone can participate in it. The last high school senior group activity."
Ning Er still shook his head: "I played basketball very poorly, Jiang Chen knew."
Jiang Chen smiled beside him: "Isn't it good for you to shoot, ten out of three can score seven."
Ning Er: "That's where you stand!"
Jiang Chen didn't think so: "What if you hit a free throw?"
Ning Er said that he could n’t stop persuading the sports committee to stop participating in the competition, because it would really be ashamed. He explained again and again: "My skills are poor, especially bad, really."
The sports committee was in a difficult position: "But this is the last time ..."
Ning Er was also a little hesitant in his heart. He wanted to play with everyone, but his skills were too bad. I'm afraid it would become a joke if he really played. He was hesitating, thinking for a long time, just ready to look up to the sports committee to make sure he was not participating, but saw the sports committee widened his eyes and looked straight behind him.
brush.
An arm leaned behind him, snapping Ning Er's neck and taking him backwards.
Ning Er's eyes widened and he was taken into his arms.
Outside the windows of class four, Shao Bohan was wearing black and white sportswear, standing outside the classroom, his long arm hooked into the window, and he hooked the little ears standing by the window. He is much taller than Ning Er, holding Ning Er with one hand, and leaning down to put his chin on Ning Er's shoulder, then raised his eyes to look at the sluggish body.
There was a scream in the fourth classroom.
"Transfer, transfer!"
"That handsome transfer student!"
As if Shao Bohan didn't hear these screams, he looked at the sports committee and glanced down at the roster in his hand: "You're talking about the basketball league this Friday?"
The sports committee was already stupid and nodded stiffly.
Shao Bohan frowned: "Why didn't Xiao Er participate?"
The Sports Commission explained: "Ning Er said he played particularly badly ..."
Shao Bohan pursed his lips and said seriously: "That should be true."
Ning Er, who was stubborn in his arms, was angry and annoyed. He wanted to turn his head and beat the man to death. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Shao Bohan's warm exhalation sprayed into his ear, the smile The voice sounded low in the classroom: "It doesn't matter, I will teach him to play basketball and give him special training. Give Xiao ear a name."
Ning Er's ears instantly became hot and red enough to bleed. Shao Bohan also held him with one hand and smiled lowly.
The screams in Class 4 did not stop.
Even the fifth and sixth classes next door were curious out of the classroom to see what was happening here.
Ning Er's body trembled slightly. He wanted to push this person away, but his hands were weak and he couldn't lift it.
At this moment, Shao Bohan still lowered his head and said gently in his ear: "Small ear, how am I to you?"
As soon as Ning Er's eyes were closed, the courage to get ignited from nowhere, he threw the man's arm away.
"not good at all!"
Shao Bohan stayed.
The author has something to say: Shao Bohan: This script is wrong! Shouldn't Little Ears have shrunk into my arms very shyly, and said how nice I am!
Ning Er :! !! !!