I wait for you to see through the scenery

In fact, this is really not the case, that is, a half-grown young man with excessive hormone secretion and acne on his face, usually holding his breath in everything, reckless and impulsive, making mistakes and afraid of being face-to-face and unwilling to admit defeat.Moreover, in the campus culture at that time, there were always these gangs and cliques, and they would fight if they disagreed.They obviously don't have the manners and abilities of the "Young and Dangerous Boys". A bunch of brats, just like dogs who can't get on the table, bite the bullet and pretend to be gangsters.

Sister Fang leaned against the billiard table, with her hands crossed over her chest: "I came out of No. [-] Middle School anyway, so you don't have to know Lu Jun'er as well. Give my sister some face...and you, Lu Jun'er, you too. Let me be more angry! You also go out and do a few good deeds! In the future, don’t bother with us Jia and his and his ‘fa Xiaoer’, be obedient and obedient.”

This is the eldest sister of the "bad school" in Chaoyang No. [-] Middle School, and her speech is very useful. You are all obedient and obedient, you brats-who dares to be disobedient?

Qu Jia still had a cold face, not planning to forgive yet, and felt arm pain for Zhou Yao.Zhou Yao's elbow was hit with a stick and had a raised red mark, bleeding beaded, it must be painful.

Wang Lujun's family background and temperament are the same as Qu Jia's, so he is not a fuel-efficient lamp.The family is also a former employee of their machine tool factory. In recent years, the factory has not been very profitable, and various workshops have begun to engage in tertiary production privately, seeking their own way out and making money. Wang Lujun’s father brought a group of people to do carpentry work, and pulled Orders make money.

The boys who came out of the alley area of ​​the factory compound seemed to bring out a hostile and fiery temper from the womb, with rebellious bones engraved on their faces and flamboyant in their hair.The poverty in their youth and the ridicule and indifference of the people around them can easily aggravate their frustration in self-esteem, making these children especially easy to go astray, looking for some way to vent their incomprehension of life, dissatisfaction with society, and give themselves Find a sense of presence.Wang Lujun is also such a kid. He usually recruits a group of students to be his younger brothers. He proclaims himself the little Taibao of No. [-] Middle School. He walks sideways on the street, thinking that he is a mature man, so that he can be looked down upon by others.

Therefore, they are all strong children of the working class, and they have all tasted the edges and corners of fate and the hardships of life.My own people, what else are you pinching?

Xu Wenfang winked and took the cue: "It's all here, Juner, let's play a round."

Wang Lujun took the pool cue and hit it immediately.As long as a group of people didn't beat him up or let him get beaten, why wouldn't you dare to play?

Qu Jia immediately pulled himself up from the stool: "I'll fight you! Everyone else stay aside."

Zhou Yao: "Ah..."

Xu Wenfang shrugged her shoulders, it's nothing to do.

Tang Zheng wiped his face for fun as if he was watching a good show, Jia...

Zhou Yao could only watch in a daze. He really doesn't know how to play billiards. Qu Jia taught him several times, and he often jumped poles and fired anti-aircraft guns, and his skills were terrible.It is also playing with a "ball". The feeling of the big ball and the small ball is completely different, and the lines are like mountains.

As a result, that evening, Wang Lujun played three rounds in their store, and Qu Jia greeted him all with a stern face, and "cracked" on the table.If Qu Jia doesn't win Wang Lujun to K, he can't let him go. These two can play for one night.

Two out of three rounds, Qu Jia won the last round, "snap", aiming at that boy Wang Lujun, he hit a shot, and the black ball finally went into the hole neatly.

Wang Lujun lost his temper: "I'm starving to death, I won't fight anymore!"

Uncle Qu Jia flicked the cue, and a small expression appeared on his lips, he was finally happy.

"It's reconciled. It won't be hurtful to nod when we meet in the future!" Sister Fang waved her hand proudly, "Sister is treating guests today, and I'm going to eat beef noodles in California!"

Where is going to California?Just go to the "California Beef Noodle King" next door. A group of people sat at a large table, and everyone ate a large bowl of braised beef noodles.Regardless of whether they like it or not, Wang Lujun and Zhou Yao and Qu Jia clinked teacups across the seat, and made an appointment not to fight anymore.

In the physical education class of the following week, Qu Jia wore a big vest and shorts, carried a football for the sports committee member of his class, and went to the football elective camp in the big playground.

Xiao Jiangzi, a boy in his class, followed behind and said, "Qu Jia, are you planning to run for the vice sports committee next semester?"

Qu Jia replied: "The squad leader has a deputy, does the sports committee have a deputy?"

Xiao Jiang laughed: "No, so why are you so active haha!"

In the past, no one teased Qu Jia poorly, so he didn't talk about it for fear of making people anxious.Now he often walks with other classmates when he walks, and some people dare to chat with him, because Qu Jia is indeed much more cheerful.

The teacher blew the assembly whistle, and Qu Jia stood at the head of a certain row, with Xiao Jiang beside him.As soon as he looked up, huh?

A handsome man wearing a full set of jerseys and sneakers ran all the way over, grinned sullenly, and then was called out by the teacher, looking up with a sunny face: "Report to the coach, I'm here!"

"Come on, okay." The instructor of their football class was originally the coach of the school team, so every now and then a team member would come over to walk around the field, and the half-smiling expression was to show off the group of elite soldiers he had trained Titans.

Qu Jia snorted in a low voice: "Putting the show off."

Xiao Jiang chattered at the bottom: "Yo, Zhou Yaoyao from our class!"

Zhou Yao, this is obviously, the swimming test finally passed 25 meters, and was let off by the teacher over there. Even if he passed, he immediately took off his swimming trunks and replaced them with his ball pants, and ran to the big playground.

When ordinary students take football lessons, they start to popularize some basic skills.Zhou Yao was dispatched by the teacher to lead his teammates to run back and forth, turn around, and break through with the ball.

When running past Qu Jia, Qu Jia snorted softly: "You also learned how to turn around and run back?"

Zhou Yao turned his head and glared at people: "It's small."

Qu Jia showed a smile, and his mouth was not idle: "The buttocks are still heavy, the big head is already approaching the front post, and the buttocks are still swinging at the far post."

Zhou Yao also burst out laughing: "You are so annoying, be more serious!"

After practicing one-on-one passing and shooting, Xiao Jiang tremblingly gave a half-high ball, but Qu Jia didn't follow and missed the ball over the baseline.

Before the coach yelled, Zhou Yao immediately ran over to point out: "Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Qu Jia muttered a truth with his mouth.

Just now Zhou Yao was blinded by his handsome white shirt and white trousers.I was finally able to take football lessons with Zhou Yao, and I have been looking forward to it, and he won't even know how to play.

"Otherwise, if I stand in the gate and let you shoot, you won't look wrong anymore?" Zhou Yao asked in a low voice.

"Shooting you?" Qu Jia glanced at him.

"Is the shot accurate, just your toe!" Zhou Yao wanted to laugh, but his heart was very sweet.

"I also practice, and my shooting is not that bad." Qu Jia said honestly, "Did I hold you back?"

"No, how can it be, your uncle is so awesome." Zhou Yao hurriedly offered sweet words to support Jiaye.

"Hey, you two have been talking about it for a long time, and you two still can't shoot--" Xiao Jiang put her waist in, and screamed at the far post...

After all, Zhou Yao has practiced on the green field for many years. He has become good at playing football. He is at a semi-professional level.Compared with those male students who are not very good at kicking, the gap has long been widened by a third ring road.

This class depends on Zhou Yao being alone there.He served a corner kick, and the other students practiced outflanking in front of the goal.He took a corner kick, and Qu Jia was going to fight for the top. The ball went straight to the far corner with an arc and whirlwind, and it spun right in!

Qu Jia yelled at him: "Who the hell are you passing the ball to?!"

Zhou Yao smiled shyly, "Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked it in!"

The girls in the volleyball class next to me are all aiming this way, ahhh, look at the boy in the second class, who is called Robert Baggio's nephew in our school, nicknamed "Robert Zhou Yao", he is super-handsome!Why didn't I take football classes at the beginning? Women's football can also be played.

What kind of person is the male god in white on campus in the hottest era of the 90s football market?It's someone like Zhou Yao who can stand out in school.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Zhou Yao and Qu Jia sat on the goal line, discussing quietly.How do we get together the football team in our class?

Zhou Yao pouted forward: "Xiao Jiang is okay. He can run and has a good sense. He has the demeanor of mine back then. Count him in!"

Qu Jia rolled his eyes: "He's okay? That small waist is not as thick as our thighs, and my legs are not as thick as my wrists. There are no boys in our class?"

Zhou Yao lay back: "Oh, I think it's better for you. It's been a long time since we played football together. I want you to split into three. There are three 'you' on the court. Three more 'I', six-a-side team, that's enough, it's enough!"

A smile slowly appeared on Qu Jia's face, and then the two of them gathered together to discuss.

Qu Jia: "Wang Fan in our class is also successful. He doesn't shoot very well, but he can run long distances."

Zhou Yao: "Just be able to run when you're on the pitch, otherwise they're all as lazy as you? You just wait in front of the goal to shoot and let them run."

Qu Jia: "Aren't you responsible for all the shots?"

Zhou Yao: "I, I am a midfielder, I will feed you the ball."

Qu Jia: "I use you to feed the ball? I won't take it all the way."

Zhou Yao: "You still carry it all the way? If you run naked, it's not as fast as I run with the ball!"

Qu Jia: "You are so awesome, let's try running together now?"

Zhou Yao: "Chengcheng, I'm weak and I can't run faster than you, right? Where's the defender? Where's the goalkeeper?"

Qu Jia: "Find someone taller?"

Zhou Yao: "Who is the tallest in our class?...Who do you think?...Yang, Yang Huanhuan? Hahahaha, what the fuck—"

Qu Jia: "Let's just stand there and block the goal so that no one can get in!"

Who is Yang Huanhuan?No one is called this name, but the 180-pound boy who played Yang Yuhuan in the neon clothes and feather clothes dance in their class last time, was originally surnamed Yang, and since then he has been nicknamed "Huanhuan" in the class. 180 Jin has a very good personality, honest and stable, not angry, and cheerful all day long.

Hahahahaha, Zhou Yao laughed heartily, it was so funny.

The two leaned back at the same time, lay down into the net from the goal line, stretched their bodies, buried their eyes under their arms, and peeked at each other out of the corners of their eyes.

Just like that, in the broad daylight of the big playground, lying side by side in the vast world, enjoying the momentary indulgence.There is a messy net in front of them, covering them below and trapping them inside.But outside is a clear blue and lofty sky, and the birds in the sky are singing, spreading their wings to their heart's content...

Zhou Yao stretched out his arms, put them on Qu Jia's shoulders, then moved them to the top of his head with ulterior motives, and secretly cast a spell to "make chaos", stroking, stroking Qu Jia's hair, and stroking the growth of his temples.

His grandpa Jia hid his face under his arms, pretending to be cool, but the shape of his lips revealed his true expression, and he smiled.

The two people's hands inevitably touched each other, and their fingertips slightly touched each other's fingers, from the thumb, middle finger, and then to the little finger. They didn't dare to grab each other's hand, so they rubbed their nails against their nails for a while.

……

On the weekend, the battle kicked off.The school football team set off again and played in the semi-finals.

In the true minds of their school cheerleaders and students, this was indeed the last game of the semester.In the words of Zhou Yao and their homeroom teacher in class: "You children, you must have ideals and dreams. After the dream is over, you can quickly get off the cloud and return to reality without delaying the business, right? After the game, all the players, spectators, and cheerleaders will come back to me, and the final results will be a sprint!"

Many students gathered at the gate of the school, and the school rented a No. 110 bus to take these people to the scene to watch the football and cheer.The school team members were all dressed in uniform, with sneakers and equipment on their shoulders, and were driven to the game site by another special car.The heroic team members are like a group of soldiers preparing to go to the battlefield, raising their arms and shouting a few slogans, echoing each other with the cheerleading girls on the bus.

Liu Chunyu wrapped a red cloth around his forehead, wrote "Must Victory", and sang in a rough voice: "Get up—slaves suffering from hunger and cold—get up—suffering people all over the world."

"My dear!" Ren Qiong couldn't take it anymore, "Chunchun, stop singing, are we people going to die?"

Pan Fei also said: "Sing a happy song, it sounds like someone who can win!"

Zhou Yao teased the car: "Master Jia, play us a song!"

The old man was sitting at the window of the 110 bus, mixed in with the cheerleaders, he gave a blank look, he was so annoying, he wanted to keep pretending to be cool, but he still opened his mouth and said: "In my heart, there was once a dream, and I wanted to use singing to make me happy. You forgot all the pain-"

"Handsome!" Zhou Yao clapped his hands on his head, "Brilliant starry sky, who is the real hero? Ordinary people move me the most—"

Their voices gradually merged into a chorus, and the students in the two cars sang together at the top of their voices, grasping every touch in life, that is, embracing passionately with their beloved friends.

That game was extremely fierce and tragic. In fact, from the very beginning, it was not a game of equal situation.

As soon as the players from both sides lined up to enter the field, Tang Zheng whispered beside him: "Nonsense, is this still a high school student team?"

Qu Jia turned his head and said, "How old is that man? How old do you think he is?"

Tang Zheng said: "There are beards, let alone under 17 years old, I think they are more than 27 years old, I don't have that much hair!"

Qu Jia cursed in a low voice.

This is a very powerful team in Chaoyang District. They have never won, so it is impossible to win.Those players looked like people from the adult team, how could they look like students?Only a serious student like Zhou Yao, who has not changed his ID card, said that it is a u17 competition, he has just turned sixteen, and everyone else on the field is older than him.

Scramble, dash, break through, shoot.

Their goal gleams golden in the sun and draws all eyes because the ball is always there.They were under the bombardment of their opponents in turn, the wind in front of the goal was jittery, and the goalkeeper rushed left and right with high blocks and low blocks, and it was almost impossible to stop them.

Zhou Yao was forced to return to defense, running frantically, stealing and saving the ball.

The football shirt was attached to the body, and the whole figure seemed to be fished out of the water.

Qu Jia all stood up, and together with Tang Zheng, he was so nervous that he yelled, "Come on, hold on!! Hold on!! Stop the bullet hole!!"

It is really a collective blocking of the gun hole, which is very heroic.The shot ball hit Pan Fei's shoulder with a "bang", and Huang Xiaoxiao next to her yelled "ahhh" several times, exaggerating to the point of crying.Immediately, 1 minute later, the opponent made another strong volley. At the dangerous position facing the gate at the top of the arc, Zhou Yao went up to meet the ball.

Only the face and crotch are more important to him, and everything else is thrown out.

The ball seemed to hit Zhou Yao's left rib, and there was a "bang".

Hold.Qu Jia wiped his face, the corners of his mouth were tightly closed, a crack-like pain appeared in his left chest, and his heart was about to stop beating.This is the grievance between him and Zhou Yao, Huang Xiaoxiao dared to tear his neck in the stands and call Feifei this Feifei that, crying and laughing, but he didn't dare to call "Yaoyao", but his heart ached.

Tang Zheng whispered: "Yao'er is quite good, but he is always lacking in physical fitness, otherwise he can enter the professional youth team."

Qu Jia didn't think so.He felt that Zhou Yao was already qualified to enter the professional youth reserve team, so he was already very good.

When Zhou Yao was scrambling on the sideline, he was picked up by the opponent's arm, and he didn't know where he hit it.He suddenly stopped on the sidelines, rubbed and squinted his eyes, and turned his head with a dazed expression.

"What's the matter with you?" The people on the bench and the stands shouted.

Zhou Yao squinted his eyes, his running posture was not right, and he also looked confused and anxious, pointing to the grass beside the sideline.

what happened?

Before the coaches and teammates could react, Qu Jia stepped off his seat in one step, then stepped down row after row, and jumped to the sidelines.

He carefully looked at the grass, approaching the place where Zhou Yao grabbed the ball just now, turned his head and stopped Xiaoxiao and Xiao Jiang who came to help behind Scorpion: "Don't come over! Stand aside."

He didn't dare to step on it, lay down, put his hands on the ground, and used a position similar to a push-up, standing next to the sideline, regardless of the linesman yelling at him.

Zhou Yao was still running on the field, looking back at Qu Jia while running.Qu Jia scanned the land in front of him inch by inch, squinted his eyes and stared at a spot, dipped his fingers lightly, and picked out a piece of contact lens from a crevice in the grass.

"Water, give me water!" He turned his head and shouted, "No, who has lens care solution?!"

Ye Xiaobai stood up from the cheerleading phalanx, said "I have the care solution", handed out a bottle from his backpack, and Qu Jia rinsed the lenses clean.Zhou Yao ran back quickly, and put his face together, Qu Jia quickly opened Zhou Yao's eyelids, and poked the contact lenses back.

……

In this crazy game, nine or 10 minutes have passed without a winner, and overtime will definitely be played again.And just looking at it, the coach didn't want to replace Zhou Yao, and planned to continue to barge.

If Qu Jia was the coach, he must have replaced Zhou Yao. You guys have done your best. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Let's not play too hard.

The surroundings were very noisy, and there was buzzing in his ears, Tang Zheng put his ears together and laughed at someone: "Look at the tacit understanding and proficiency of the two of you, this is definitely not the first time you helped Zhou Yao wear contact lenses, right?"

One stretches his face and opens his eyes, and the other punches the small lenses in with his hands. How many times have you practiced? !

Qu Jia denied: "No, I never helped him wear it."

Tang Zheng didn't believe it, so he teased in a low voice: "You even help wear invisibility, tsk, it's like sleeping out of a bed."

Qu Jia said with a straight face, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense! It's nothing like that, Zhou Yao and I have nothing."

Tang Zheng looked at Qu Jia: "There is nothing wrong with you, are you stupid? The proletarians shine and give selflessly?...We are brothers, Qu Jia, you are not telling the truth to me, what do you want to do with Zhou Yao?" What's the matter?"

Qu Jia also looked at Tang Zheng: "What can I do with him? I treat Zhou Yao like this, yes, I treat him specially, why should I bully him, cheat him?"

Tang Zheng frowned: "What do you call this, 'bullying' him?"

Qu Jia suddenly asked: "You helped Ye Xiaobai repair the car two days ago, right? You came back from three kilometers away from the school, and borrowed Sister Fang's bicycle, and finally ran to help her tow the broken bicycle again." Come back, fix it, get black oil on your hands, what on earth do you want?"

Tang Zheng remained silent.

Qu Jia smiled: "Hey, what do you think if something happens to you and Ye Xiaobai, do you just bully others? Girls are innocent, have no social experience, don't know who you are - are you cheating on her?"

Tang Zheng turned his head to look into the distance, then lowered his head: "I don't have a toad who wants to eat swan meat, I have nothing to do with her."

Life has long beaten the two of them to be very strong, very rough, and the steel and iron bones are invulnerable to all poisons.They are more mature than half-grown children of the same age, and they understand the truth better than anyone else.

The reason is clear, but I can't control my heart.

Qu Jia shook his mouth and gave Ye Xiaobai a sharp knife: "You can also repair Ye Xiaobai's bicycle. One day his big Mercedes-Benz breaks down on the road, can you repair the Mercedes-Benz, or can you drive a Mercedes-Benz? Or can you borrow a Mercedes-Benz? Is Ronaise playing for others?"

Fuck, Tang Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red, feeling uncomfortable, and cursed: "Qu Jia, I want to fuck you up!"

"Don't kill me." Qu Jia patted Tang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "I don't know how to fix a Mercedes-Benz, nor can I drive it, and I can't give Yaoyao anything."

"I just wait to see him. I'll be silly and happy when I see Zhou Yao's awesome appearance! Zhou Yao will always be the same as he was when he was a child. He is very nice and authentic." Qu Jia looked at the side of the field, shirtless. The man who changed the jersey used a smoke ring to cover up his insincere words, and a stubbed cigarette butt to cover up the heat under the ashes.