After crossing, I was with the campus male god

For the next week, Ling An was very busy. He had to go to the basketball court for training every noon and night. He tried his best to prove it to others.

The reason is that after the lottery was drawn in the basketball game, class one was drawn to class seven, which is a parallel class of physical objects.

Because of Yang Ru's previous influence, the students in other classes basically didn't have a good impression of class one. They only knew that they were all wooden people and could do nothing but study.

So the sports committee of Class Seven was very proud and relaxed after drawing the lottery, and even boasted to the others around him: "It's stable, I'll just say I'm lucky, and I got such a soft-legged shrimp."

He seemed not afraid of Fan Gu and Yan Lingan's hearing, and he spoke very loudly.

Yanling Anla left, Fan Gu, who couldn't help but want to go up to fight with him, also had an ugly face: "Don't be so angry, it's not appropriate to fight with him."

Fan Gu was not angry: "You are not angry?"

Yan Lingan smiled, not as casual as before: "Angry, but what's the use of being angry, you can change the impression of our class to the outside world by arguing with him?"

Fan Gu thought about the same thing: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Yan Ling'an: "Brother Mu taught us to keep a low profile. Some people do things with their mouths, but we do things with our strength."

Fan Gu wondered in his heart whether Chu Muya could really say so many words to people, and now thinking of Chu Muya, he was the same as he was on the basketball court that day: "How can we rely on strength? Let's take the group from the seventh class The grandson will be beaten in a sack?"

"Tsk, as a student who conforms to the socialist core values, how can we do such a violent thing?" Yan Ling'an and Fan Gu walked into the classroom together, "A real man just wants to see his true self on the court, okay? "

So Fan Gu and Yan Ling'an dragged the other three and started training day and night.

Several people have made great progress, and soon they will be able to communicate with the basketball team of Class [-].

However, Yan Ling'an was even more depressed.

Because he found that during the training these few days, Chu Muya never came to look for him once.

So Yan Ling'an endured it, and didn't take the initiative to talk to Chu Muya, who knew that Chu Muya didn't take the initiative to talk to him, and the two of them didn't speak a word for half a day.

Looking at Chu Muya who was talking to Song Lin, Yan Lingan felt sour and wronged.

Song Lin took his homework and left contentedly. As soon as Chu Muya looked up, he saw Yan Lingan's aggrieved eyes. He felt a little bewildered. Set it on the table.

Yan Ling'an didn't know, so he picked up a loose-leaf book smaller than his palm. The date was written on the first page, and a lot of homework was densely written.

Chu Muya: "You haven't been in class recently, I'm afraid you missed your homework."

Yan Ling'an suddenly felt that he was doing it again.

He smiled, his eyes were full of smiles, the previous depression was swept away, and he couldn't put it down: "Brother Mu, when did you buy it? The cover is pretty good, and it doesn't take up much space. It is very convenient to carry it with you.”

Chu Muya: "..."

So why should you carry your homework notebook with you?

He said: "On the day you went to the bookstore, you bought it when you checked out."

Yan Ling'an remembered: "I said why you were later than me when you went out."

Yan Ling'an went to training again, and Chu Muya and Sun Liu Xu Jing were together for dinner, and before leaving, Chu Muya brought an extra box of lunch and vegetables.

Sun Liu asked: "Hey, brother Mu, didn't you have enough?"

Chu Muya simply explained: "I brought it to Yan Ling'an."

The school cafeteria closes at 6:5 p.m., and they can only rush there immediately after class at [-]:[-] p.m. to have a meal, and then go to the playground for training. Every night when they come back, Ling An will be very hungry.

Sun Liu said "Oh": "Brother Mu, you two have such a good relationship."

Chu Muya didn't speak.

Tarot divination suddenly became popular in the school, and Shen Yuan also bought a set, and after every get out of class, people went to join in the fun.

Yan Ling'an entered the class through the front door with a basketball in his hand, and also looked at it curiously.

Shen Yuan happened to be shuffling the cards, with a mysterious look: "Yan Ling'an, do you want to come and do the math?"

Yan Ling'an became interested, and sat down facing Shen Yuan on the seat in front of her: "How do you count?"

Shen Yuan said: "I can only count luck and marriage right now. You just pick three cards from the cards and release them."

Yan Ling'an was also a little curious about what kind of person could be worthy of his perfection, so he drew cards according to Shen Yuan's instructions.

Shen Yuan opened them one by one, and thought about it for a while: "Well, Brother Yan, have you never had someone you like or an ideal type before, and you don't particularly care about this aspect."

Yan Ling'an thought about it and nodded.

Shen Yuan said again: "Your luck has appeared. It may be the only one in your life. If you don't want to be lonely, you must grasp it in time."

Yan Ling'an was taken aback for a moment, he was so handsome and handsome in decathlon but only had one peach blossom?

It just so happened that Chu Muya came in through the back door at this moment, Yan Lingan's heart skipped a beat.

He asked in disbelief: "No way? Just this one time?"

Shen Yuan smiled: "Actually, I just learned it not long ago, so I may not be sure! Just listen to it casually?"

"Oh."

Shen Yuan looked at the last card: "Well, in the future, the card means that you may have a surprise in the near future? Brother Yan, do you have your birthday at the end of the month? It might be that time."

"Hey, can this tarot card count as your birthday?" Yan Ling'an asked curiously.

Shen Yuan explained: "No, isn't your birthday listed on your q/q profile? I saw it when I added you as a friend the other day. I just interpreted it based on the cards. There are surprises in the near future, but they may not be there birthday."

Yan Ling'an nodded with a half understanding.

Shen Yuan took the last card and said: "Brother Yan, you drew this positive sun is a good card, no matter what you can't explain the negative."

Yan Ling'an didn't understand these things, so he smiled: "Thank you!"

After returning to his seat, he wanted to pull Chu Muya to do the math, but of course Chu Muya coldly refused.

Yan Ling'an only thought that Shen Yuan had chosen it casually, and didn't pay much attention to it. However, within two days, someone actually went to tell Shen Yuan that he was already with that person.

Yan Ling'an was also a little curious: "Brother Mu, where is the only peach blossom in my life that Shen Yuan said? Am I really that miserable? There is only one peach blossom in my life, do I look so ugly?"

As he spoke, he took out a metal ruler from his pencil case, and took a closer look at himself in the mirror image through the reflection.

Chu Muya looked at him with pity: "Maybe no one can stand your talking too much."

Yan Ling'an: "Brother Mu, you don't dislike me, do you? Otherwise, you would have beaten me up." He smiled to himself, "You can't be my chosen one, right?"

The pencil that Chu Muya was holding was almost broken by him: "..."

...Where did he get his confidence?

Yan Ling'an was about to say something, but Chu Muya threw a book and covered his mouth.

He expressed his disgust with his own words.

Ningcheng began to rain in autumn on Wednesday night. Chu Muya glanced out of the window after waking up in the morning, and saw the wet sycamore leaves floating all over the ground.

After Chu Muya washed up, he realized that Yan Lingan woke up later than him for the first time.

Fearing that he would be late, Chu Muya yelled, "Yan Ling'an got up."

There was no response from the other party, Chu Muya yelled twice before he heard a vague answer: "Huh?"

Chu Muya felt something was wrong, and when he walked to Yan Lingan's bedside, he found that his face was flushed abnormally, and he raised his hand to touch Yan Lingan's forehead, Chu Muya frowned.

"You have a fever."

Yan Ling'an struggled to open his eyes, his whole consciousness was hazy, as if he didn't hear what Mu Ya was saying clearly: "Huh?"

Chu Muya: You idiot.

He sighed: "Don't move, I won't go to class today, I will ask you for leave later."