The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

There was less than an hour of lunch break after eating. I saw the beautiful spring scene and decided to take a walk on the campus to deeply examine the gap between the campus life of local tyrants and ordinary people.

I was standing by the lake without a flower, only a large lotus leaf, and I was about to have a poetic and picturesque scene, when I suddenly saw a familiar but unexpected figure.

I walked up behind him, intending to scare him, but the man suddenly turned his head 180 degrees. The weird cervical spine movement startled me, and I quickly identified myself: "It's me!"

The police uncle said: "Oh, you, sneaky, almost took you down."

The police uncle was wearing plain clothes—a T-shirt and a leather jacket, which seemed out of place in this youth campus. The uncle then asked, "Where's your little boyfriend?"

I:"……"

Uncle: "???"

I said, "I'm practicing with my teammates and preparing for the game in the afternoon."

The uncle looked a little confused: "At this time, you shouldn't refute me shyly, 'I'm not a boyfriend!'"

"Why am I still shy," I said, "We're already acquainted, so we shouldn't act in this kind of drama."

The uncle said furiously, "Could it be possible!?"

I wondered, "Aren't you the first to see it?"

The uncle was stunned for a moment, and said: "I was just talking casually at that time, who knew that you had implemented the guiding ideology."

I felt tired all of a sudden, waved my hand and said, "Forget it, uncle, what are you doing here? Could it be that your son is in this school? Could it be that you are also a rich man secretly?"

The uncle immediately roared when he heard the words: "Am I that old! I can't give birth to a child as old as you!"

I couldn't help hahahaha: "You look like the kind of person who was unrestrained when he was young, and accidentally got his high school girlfriend pregnant."

The uncle also showed a tired expression, and I continued to stare at him, indicating that he hadn't answered my question yet.The uncle noticed the look in my eyes, and explained very carelessly: "Nothing, just wander around if you have nothing to do."

"Really?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right, so many students are gathered together, so I'm afraid of safety accidents." The uncle said, "This is the first time that this city has organized a cross-school sports meeting. Every school has a few plainclothes policemen. The students said, so as not to create tension."

"Oh, that's it." I nodded, looked at the time again, and said, "I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going to watch my little boyfriend play basketball!"

I ran happily all the way, and the uncle yelled behind me: "Bah! Xiu Enai is divided quickly!"

The first game in the afternoon is the preliminary basketball game. Yijin International has a total of four indoor and outdoor basketball courts, and the games are played simultaneously.There are several members of the school basketball team in Bian Yao's class—the boys on the school team are usually very popular, and they even have a regular cheerleading team. As a result, there are so many people around the sidelines in a mere preliminary match.

I looked around and saw that the front-row audience was already sitting on the floor outside the sideline of the basketball court, and most of them were the girlfriends of the players. There were drinks, water, players' clothes, backpacks and towels around them.I didn't have the face to sit there, so I could only find a place with a decent view and stand and watch.

The two sides were still warming up for simple pitching, and I quickly found Bian Yao on the field—I felt very strange when I observed him from this distance and angle. Usually, he would either stand by my side or hide in the crowd, so it was hard to be calm. The moment of standing in the limelight.I suddenly thought of the little Bianyao I saw in Fan Wujiu's memories. He stood with Xiang Wuzheng on the field, with sweat and pride of victory on his face, with a youthful look and arrogance.I think Bian Yao is actually very adaptable to this kind of competition environment. He was practiced swordsmanship under his father's neck since he was a child, and he is also a powerful dragon weapon that has been rare for many years. Competitions of all sizes are full of him growing up.But that all changed when I met him.

The whistle blew and the game began.

The basketball was thrown high in the air, the two sides scrambled for the ball, and our side got it first.

Bian Yao and the boys from the school team in his class are about 1.8 meters tall each, with long hands and legs. They have an absolute advantage in body shape, and they cooperate with each other very well.They quickly attacked in waves, and after passing back left and right, they scored a goal from beyond the three-point line.

The scene burst into cheers.At this time, it was the opponent's turn to hold the ball. A boy who was not tall, probably a defender, was dribbling the ball while just crossing the center line, but Bian Yao made a sneak attack from behind and took the ball away. A backhand fast break scored another 2 points.

I watched it strangely. I never knew Bian Yao could play basketball. I thought he was pushed up to make up for it because he was tall, and he was asked to play as a center to grab rebounds.I got excited in an instant, and joined the enthusiastic crowd, watching our side crush the opponent by a big score, was like watching a popcorn movie.Bian Yao was in excellent condition on the court, and he kept throwing hollow balls for three-pointers. When the throws felt good, he could score four in a row. The audience went crazy.Every time he scored a goal, he was hugged and patted by his teammates, but his face was still calm and he couldn't see how happy he was.

At this moment, a discordant voice came to mind.

"Can you not interfere with our watching the game?" I heard a slightly angry female voice.

I looked sideways, and there seemed to be a dispute next to me. It turned out that someone’s selfie stick blocked the view of the people behind—it was the female anchor classmate who bumped past us in school.Compared with when she was in school, she was dressed more exaggeratedly today. Although the weather was good, she was wearing a small vest with thin shoulder straps.The neckline of the vest is very low, and her breasts are squeezed into two round steamed buns, and there is a deer head tattoo on it, making it difficult for people not to notice it.Although someone else said that, she didn't care, and still spoke into the microphone on her own.

"And you have us in your camera, we don't want to be in the camera, you are infringing on our portrait rights." Another girl couldn't help it.

It's a pity that the female anchor classmate didn't care at all. Obviously, with such contradictions and conflicts, her popularity in the live broadcast room has soared. "Look, I was scolded for broadcasting it to you guys. Thank you Brother X for the sports car! Thank you!" She jumped up happily, and couldn't bear to look at the movement in her chest.

The people around started to look disgusted, and I heard a student from my school on the left complaining in a low voice: "It's so embarrassing."

Seeing her attitude, the girl who was advising her got even more angry and said, "Hey, I'm talking to you, I told you to put that away." After that, she reached out to reach for her selfie stick.The female anchor was obviously unwilling. In order to avoid it, she moved the selfie stick to the left and hit me directly on the forehead.

She seemed completely unaware that she had hit someone, and I had to pat her and say, "You hit me."

The female anchor glanced at me, and said delicately, "I'm sorry, little brother."

I said helplessly, "Can you take off the selfie stick and hold it with your hands?"

The people around chimed in: "That's right, if you want to take pictures, just take pictures of yourself."

The girl was not very happy, so she turned the camera directly to me and said, "This little brother told me to turn off the live broadcast. It was obviously a public place and everyone was talking. Why didn't you let me broadcast it? He interfered with me." Freedom, what do you say?"

Me: "I didn't interfere with you..."

"Little brother, help me get a rocket," she said, "I'll turn off the live broadcast when it's time to arrive, otherwise I won't get all the gifts, and I'll be at a disadvantage."

I was completely speechless to her. At this time, there was a sudden burst of cheers on the court. I looked up quickly. It seemed that Bian Yao had scored a goal, but I completely missed the process.This is not a live TV broadcast, and the wonderful goals will be replayed, which makes me very annoyed.It happened that Bian Yao was also looking towards the sidelines, and the moment his eyes met mine, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind-could it be that he subconsciously looked for me after scoring the goal?Bian Yao looked at me and the girl next to me who was pulling my sleeve in a dazed way. A ball was passed and fell into his arms, and he almost didn't react.

There was a lot of crowd between us, and the field was full of excitement. I didn't have time to say anything to him. Bian Yao had already looked back and focused back on the game.

I didn't dare to get entangled in other irrelevant things anymore, and watched the game seriously. The anchor said a few more words, seeing that I ignored her, he also lost interest.

In the second half of the game, due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, the score gap gradually widened. The opponent was a little anxious, and the fight became more and more dirty, and the attack was very aggressive.The opponent fouled three times and was given a serious warning by the referee, but he still didn't restrain himself.As soon as Bian Yao raised his hand, he was hit or bumped. After all, it was a competitive sports environment. After several times, he could feel that he was a little angry and made a foul once.Fortunately, our coach called a timeout in time to let everyone calm down and reorganize the team by the way—Bian Yao was replaced to rest for a while.When he left the field, as he walked down the field, there were applause and whistles outside the field, most of them were his classmates.However, Bian Yao didn't come towards me, but went in the opposite direction, in the cheering team of his classmates.He drank most of the bottle of water that Zheng Yan offered, thanked him lightly, and stood on the sidelines to continue watching the game.

I watched him from a distance, as long as he looked this way, he would definitely meet my eyes, but unfortunately he never did.Bian Yao's arms were hanging by his side, holding a deformed water bottle in his hand.

The game ended with our team leading by a big score. On the way home, Bian Yao was very silent, and he would not answer when talking to him, and fell asleep when he got in the car.Chu Huaixing wondered while driving: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," I said absently, "are you tired?"

After hearing this, Chu Huaixing immediately laughed at him: "Hehe, I'm tired from such a little exercise, it really doesn't work..." Bian Yao didn't get up to argue with him, or even refute.

I asked Chu Huaixing: "What about you? Did you win?"

"Of course," he said, "if Bian Yao wins the rematch, we will probably meet in the final." After that, he gave me a vicious look in the rearview mirror: "You have to cheer me up then."

I couldn't laugh or cry, and said deliberately: "How can I cheer for the enemy."

During dinner, Chu Huaixing was stuffed with a lot of vegetables by Mr. Qin. He killed me with his eyes while chewing broccoli, but Bian Yao still didn't say much.I tried to talk to him and tease him, but he wasn't very interested, which made me a little bored.I thought about it for a long time, and felt that I had done nothing wrong - besides, Bian Yao didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and I couldn't explain it if I wanted to.Although we were in the same small space like the lounge, we spent two hours silently in a silent and awkward atmosphere.

I couldn't help it anymore, and said with a shy smile, "Bian Yao, are you upset?"

Bian Yao swiped his phone with his head down, and said flatly, "No."

"You're just upset, and you ignore me." I carefully squatted in front of him and said, "Why?"

Bian Yao repeated stiffly: "No, I have nothing to be unhappy about."

It was obvious that something was wrong with him like this, so I said, "Then... if you are not unhappy, just kiss me."

I moved closer to the left side of my face, and out of the corner of my eye I could feel Bian Yao looking up at me, so he waited happily.Bian Yao looked at me for a long time, but the expected kiss never came. I heard the sound of the stool moving—he got up and left.

I was stunned.

Bian Yao didn't come out of his room until before going to bed at night.I reluctantly went back to my bedroom, leaving a crack in the door to watch secretly, and he didn't come over until 12 o'clock.After finally waiting for a little movement, I immediately jumped out of bed to look - what I saw was a serval cat returning home after playing wildly outside all day.

I walked back in disappointment, and the serval had a question mark on his face.

The serval came in through the crack of the door, looked left and right, found that Bian Yao was not there, and no one was going to take care of him, so he boldly jumped onto the bed and said, "Where's the snake?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, it's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.I grabbed him and rubbed the cat's head angrily, and the serval was so frizzed by me that it turned into a human and escaped from my clutches.

"What are you doing?" He scratched his messy blond hair with his fingers angrily.

"Today's daytime sports meeting, we went to Chu Huaixing's school to compete." I said, "When Bian Yao was playing, I promised to cheer him up, but he caught me not paying attention, and now he ignores me."

"What!" Serval was startled and angry, "The three of you went to the same place to play, and you didn't take me with you!"

"It's not for fun! That's not the point!" I continued to complain, "But I didn't do it on purpose, why didn't he ask a question, and just sulked over there by himself."

Serval didn't listen at all, he jumped out of bed, muttering: "I'm going to tell the dog that he will take me tomorrow!" Then he ran away.

I had both cats and snakes, and I couldn't sleep alone. I turned on the bed for two full hours before falling asleep in a daze.