When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

When He Feng meets someone he likes, he will unconsciously turn into a cold and paralyzed face.

He didn't know it before, but he knows it now.Maybe you didn't like anyone before.I had girlfriends in junior high school, but they were just for fun. When I saw a girl who was a little special, I just went to flirt with her and asked her to be his girlfriend. Of course, the girls would agree.Then after a few days, I found that the other party was nothing special, so I stopped paying attention to others.

He never knew what it would be like for him to really like someone.He remembered that a girl once said to him, "He Feng, if you like someone, it's him, and there will be no one else. It's a pity that I'm not him." He Feng didn't understand at that time, he I still remember her reddish eyes, but her face was a little fuzzy.

What kind of mood does he have towards Luo Yunting?A little timid, a little frivolous, and a persistent desire to possess, but he couldn't bear to possess him.He thought that must be what the girl said she liked.

He, like him.

He Feng drank the water from Luoyunting, feeling a sense of happiness in his heart.He still looked calm, and Luo Yunting still smiled lightly.They continued talking.The sun was shining on them from behind, they were sweating lightly, the leaves above their heads were shining like tourmalines by the sun, and their figures cast dark shadows on the stone steps.

He likes it now.

Luo Yunting said: "I really like watching you guys play. You play very well." He looked at He Feng with crooked eyes.

The corner of He Feng's mouth curled into a smile, and said, "What position did you play before?"

"Shooting back or small forward."

He nodded.

Indeed, Luo Yunting was relatively tall, but he looked very thin.He is also on the thin side, but he has a hard body, can bump, and is relatively strong, so he usually plays the small forward and power forward positions, but he is a versatile player. In fact, he can play in any position, and he has a relatively high golf IQ. Point guards can generally mobilize the audience.

He Feng didn't speak, he was not very good at provoking topics.

Luo Yunting was silent for a while, and asked: "Are you the class committee member of your class?"

He Feng raised his eyebrows, and the topic changed a bit suddenly.He replied: "Propaganda committee."

Luo Yunting was a little surprised, his eyes widened slightly, and there was still a heart-warming smile on his face, "Do you know how to draw?"

He Feng was puzzled: "Do you have to be able to draw to be a propaganda committee member?"

He chuckled: "The propaganda committee seems to be responsible for the blackboard newspapers in the class and the promotion of some activities, such as drawing posters."

In fact, He Feng was going to be a publicity committee member at that time. It was completely coaxed by Li Yihuan and a few other boys. At that time, only the candidates for the publicity committee had not been decided. , those girls gave up on their own initiative, and then he became a propaganda committee member very passively.

He confessed to Luo Yunting: "I don't know how to draw." At the end he added: "Not at all."

Luo Yunting laughed: "Then what should you do when you are responsible for these things?"

He stared at Luo Yunting's face without speaking, his brows were slightly frowned, looking a little confused.After thinking for a while, he said: "There are many people in our class who can draw, so I just ask them to draw when the time comes."

Luo Yunting smiled slightly, did not speak, twisted the water and took a sip.

After sitting for a while, he no longer felt the heat. There was a cool breeze blowing in the mountains. Half of the place where they sat was shaded by trees and the other half was illuminated by the sun. It was quite cool.

After a while, Luo Yunting suddenly said, "I'm pretty good at drawing."

He turned his head to look at him, this time there was indeed a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth and eyes were bent: "Really?"

"Really." Luo Yunting looked at him seriously.

He Feng still looked at Luo Yunting and smiled: "Then why don't you become a propaganda committee member?"

Luo Yunting is the study committee member of the second class. It is said that he did not recommend himself during the election, but he seemed to be the study committee member of his class because of popular expectations.

"If you know how to draw, you have to be a propaganda committee member?"

"... Not necessarily, just like being a publicity committee member doesn't have to be able to draw." He whispered, with a smile in his eyes.

The two chatted one after another, very relaxed and happy, without any burden, only a faint warm, somewhat sweet mood.

Over there, Li Yihuan and Fang Ziyin were having a heated argument. Li Yihuan was complaining to Fang Ziyin about Zhao Wen. After talking for a while, the two discussed the stars again, and they kept chattering.

He Feng looked at the two of them, and Luo Yunting also looked at them, and they looked at each other and smiled.

The 15-minute break passed in a short while. Several people chatted happily and the time passed quickly.

The team in front began to slowly stand up and move up the hill, and they also stood up and walked up.After resting for a while, I felt much better.In fact, He Feng wasn't too tired in the first place, not to mention that the person he was thinking of was walking by his side, he felt that even if he kept walking like this, it wouldn't matter until he was old.But even so, it would be much easier to take a break.

The team began to move forward as before, the sun was getting brighter and the air was getting hotter and hotter, maybe it was because they had a rest just now and didn't work hard, now if they climb for a while, they will feel tired quickly.

Luo Yunting was a little out of breath beside him, but he was not very tired. He said with a light smile, "Why are you so weak?"

Luo Yunting was still smiling, but there was a bit of anger at the corner of his mouth, probably on purpose, so it was unexpectedly cute.

At about [-]:[-], everyone finally arrived at the final destination on the top of the mountain.

It was a flat piece of land that wasn’t very big, but there were several floors wrong, it could accommodate enough people, and the exquisite structure didn’t look like craftsmanship. It couldn’t be made by craftsmen or anything.Here is a green area, mostly natural turf, which may be occasionally trimmed artificially, and dotted with some low shrubs. There are many tall trees near the cliff.

He Feng likes this place very much. There is a slight wind blowing here, there is a faint fragrance of grass and trees here, and there are a group of young people laughing and making noise here.

Here, there are people he likes.

He wondered if people were the most sensitive at this age.At this age, the sky he sees is the bluest, the wind he feels is the warmest, the things he touches with his heart are the least obstructive, and his emotions are the most stubborn and soft.He can touch and feel the most essential and brilliant colors of those things so clearly and directly, unlike old age, people gradually mature, as if everything is separated in a glass cover, or they themselves are separated by a glass cover. Imprisoned in a glass case, all you can see is the gray color on the surface.

But it seems that people are the slowest at this age.He can't rationally analyze his emotions, can't distinguish what he sees, lingers on the colors of things and the hazy and deep emotions in his heart.

Just like when people are young, they will have charming dreams, in which there is a vague but beloved figure, but when they are old, the dreams are clear or hazy, but there is no throbbing anymore.

Now, the most beautiful shadow stood clearly beside him.

Zhao Wen and Gao Qin did not come up from behind, and there was a small group of people behind who walked a little slower, so those who had already arrived waited for them above.

Everyone came in groups of three or four, and gradually walked more scattered, and there were also groups of people gathered together, for example, He Feng and the others here.

With a bit of a headache, he watched Jiang Lan lead her little friends to run towards them. He didn't see a few of them coming along the way, but at this moment they finally came.Jiang Lan walked in the front, Wang Wanqing and Yang Jingcheng followed her side by side, He Feng felt that Yang Jingcheng's smile was a bit helpless.

"Master, why are you walking so slowly?" She asked with a smile.

Before he could answer, Li Yihuan said with a smile: "Squad leader, you are walking too fast! How can you guys keep up?" Even though Li Yihuan doesn't treat Jiang Lan like a girl, and often scolds her behind her back, this kid Sometimes he is very flattering to Jiang Lan. He Feng asked him why before, and he said he didn't know. It might be that his character and Jiang Lan's character have a wonderful aura together, and this aura will make him treat Jiang Lan very well. Lan flattered her, and then made Jiang Lan cock her tail.After hearing this, He Feng was speechless for a while, and actually had a strange idea that his son was not good enough, and he was probably stunned.

Suddenly, from the corner of the eye, I saw Wang Wanqing whispering something to Yang Jingcheng, and Yang Jingcheng smiled strangely, a little bit maliciously, while Wang Wanqing looked shy and annoyed.

Jiang Lan also looked back at them and said, "What's the matter?"

Fang Ziyin and the others also looked over.

Yang Jingcheng smirked and said, "Wang Wanqing said..."

When Wang Wanqing was anxious, she pulled Yang Jingcheng back a step, and covered her mouth with her hand.This is very funny, Yang Jingcheng is very tall, only half a head shorter than He Feng, about 1.7 meters five, and Wang Wanqing is only less than 1.6 meters, Yang Jingcheng was pulled by her, almost fell behind, and took a few steps back Just stand firm.

Yang Jingcheng almost knelt down for Wang Wanqing, and said, "Miss, I don't talk, can I not talk?"

He Feng wasn't very curious about what they were whispering about, but just now when Yang Jingcheng was listening to Wang Wanqing's speech, he kept looking at him and Luo Yunting with a smirk, so he wanted to know.

But Wang Wanqing was a very shy and reserved girl, she didn't want to, and they couldn't embarrass her, so they didn't ask any more questions.

He Feng suddenly heard a warm wind in his ear, and a light and deep voice whispered in his ear: "Are all the girls in your class so interesting?" Shocked, the two got so close that He Feng could almost feel the temperature on his body.

But what he said made He Feng unhappy.

"What's so interesting? It's so loud that your ears hurt." He said it bluntly, neither lowering his volume nor reciting it, and let a few girls hear it openly.

Luo Yunting was slightly surprised, but smiled lightly.

Jiang Lan responded immediately, took a step forward, stepped on He Feng's foot, raised her voice, and said to him arrogantly: "I don't even know, so the young master despises us so much?"

He Feng reacted much faster than Jiang Lan. Jiang Lan had never succeeded in stepping on his feet.

At this time, Yang Jingcheng said: "Let's go there, Zhao Wen and Gao Qin are here."

Several people looked in the direction they came up the mountain, and sure enough, everyone arrived one after another. Zhao Wen and Gao Qin were probably the last ones to arrive. Both of them were exhausted, especially Zhao Wen, who directly found a stone sat down.Gao Qin is ready to count the number of people.

In fact, climbing the mountain should be done at a normal speed. If you climb too slowly, you will be tired, and you will not feel like you are going all at once.But Zhao Wen's exhaustion of that virtue is purely due to his own reasons.

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