C position study, God chooses the way

Mu Heng's voice was right next to Ke Han's ear.

"At the same table, you don't know how to play basketball. It's not okay... If you sit on the side too much, you will be assimilated by those girls... If you really become a girl... As far as the relationship between the two of us is concerned, I'm afraid I'm going to be arrested by Mr. Qiu to speak under the national flag and set an example..."

Ke Han's ears were so sensitive that he read it red. Because of Wen Qingqing's problem just now and Mu Heng's behavior now, half of his thinking has been basically destroyed, while the other half is in a serious overload state.

"I, I really can't..."

His voice was weak and sounded a little guilty.

Mu Heng chuckled lightly, and his hot breath after exercising brushed over Ke Han's fair and slender neck that was exposed outside his collar, with a slight mint smell.

It looked like he had just taken a sip of peppermint soda.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it. If you are a man, you can't say no. Also, you are mine, how can you not even know how to play basketball?"

Ke Han was confused.

"Ah... ah?"

Hearing this, Chen He laughed and said, "Hey, classmate Ke Han, we will all be Boss Mu's younger brothers from now on! Let me discuss something with you. You will write your math homework later. Between our younger brother and younger brother— —Let’s not embarrass each other, shall we?”

Ke Han: "But... Mu Heng doesn't write either."

The air was suddenly quiet.

Chen He's face suddenly revealed a very sad and indignant expression.

"Boss!"

Mu Heng glanced at him lightly.

Chen He's expression suddenly softened, and he said, "Go ahead, I'll explain the truth to the new kid."

Before the words fell, Chen He continued to put on the expression of "the concubine can't do it" towards Ke Han, and explained to him: "Student Ke, can you figure it out? Our boss is wise and martial, handsome, Brilliant—does he need to do that bit of homework to improve his grades?"

"He does not need it!"

"And what about you? My friend, you are ranked first among the tens of thousands of people in the [-]th school. Can you understand everyone's feelings, give a little face, and do your homework?"

Ke Han: "I also think the math homework is easy."

Chen He: "..."

He still remembers the scene where Ke Han caused an uproar when he was carried out in an ambulance during a math test.

The memory is still fresh, and I have not forgotten it so far.

"My friend, show some face."

In the end, Chen He could only hold back this sentence.

Mu Heng laughed again.

He felt that his mood had improved inexplicably.

"Ke Han, look at me."

The tone is relaxed, playful with a touch of tenderness.

"what?"

Mu Heng said "Look at me", let go of Ke Han's waist, and walked in front of Ke Han.

He made a standard dribbling posture and gave Ke Han a look, which was particularly content.

"Ah! Mu Heng is looking at me! He is looking at me!"

The girls from Class [-] and Class [-] sitting next to her were booing one after another, their little faces flushed slightly, and they didn't know whether it was the sun or the heat.

Yan Zhao, who was sitting far away from everyone's sight, looked at the commotion here coolly, looking disgusted and disdainful.

"Look at me."

Mu Heng repeated this sentence again.

But Ke Han's attention seemed to never reach him, his eyes were blank, and he was completely at a loss.

"Do you understand? The muscle movement is probably like this."

"Ke Han?"

Ke Han stood there pitifully, as if looking completely dazed.

Mu Heng: "Oh..."

He sighed, waved his hands towards his little friends, and said to them: "You guys hit it first, I'll teach him, and I'll be back after the church."

"No need..." Ke Han tried to reject Mu Heng's kindness, but he didn't expect that Mu Heng dragged him and started to walk towards the empty field next to him. In fact, it’s not that dangerous, I’ve been playing basketball for several years since I was a child, don’t you think I’m still alive and well?”

Ke Han let him be dragged like this, and said with unsteady breath in his mouth: "Your inference has survivor bias."

"You play here because you play well, not because you play well."

Mu Heng let go of his hand.

He turned back and stood in front of him staring at him.

"I found out that your mind is filled with theories of 'Leibniz doesn't understand functions'? Are you stupid?"

Ke Han raised his head and found that Mu Heng was a little taller than him, really just a little.

He finally bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I refuted out of habit."

Mu Heng: "It's okay, it's completely okay, why are you bowing your head? It's as if I bullied you..."

As he said, he turned his face away and looked in the direction of the physical education teacher.

Sure enough, the physical education teacher stared at the two of them with a serious face, as if he was ready to drop the silver thermos in his hand at any time, and rushed over to persuade them to fight.

Mu Heng didn't move Ke Han's body anymore.

He felt that Ke Han seemed to be uncomfortable with other people's physical contact with him.

Ke Han: "I really don't know how to play basketball."

Mu Heng thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "At the same table, did you forget that when you were at the lotus beach, you seemed to be more proficient in fighting than me."

Ke Han kept silent to Mu Heng.

Mu Heng didn't force him, he just continued to say: "You can do it, you have to learn to believe in yourself."

He leaned over and picked up an unknown basketball from the side, and stuffed it into Ke Han's hand.

"I don't know what happened to you before, but I think since you are willing to participate in the math league, you must have made your own decision."

"Do not be afraid."

"Any result, no matter how bad it is, can't be worse than doing nothing now, can it?"

Ke Han was finally willing to look up at him.

In the beautiful eyes, the colors are different shades, but the same is clear to the bottom.

Mu Heng looked into his eyes: "I have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

Ke Han: "You ask."

Mu Heng put his finger close to the corner of Ke Han's eyes, pointed to his eyes and said, "Why do you wear colored contact lenses? Every day, before I get up, you have already put on the colored contact lenses. You are because... you are afraid ?"

A gust of strong wind blew past, and the towering Metasequoia tree on the edge of the playground was blown by the wind, and the broken leaves flew down. With the wind, it was blown tens of meters away, passing by the two people.

Ke Han didn't speak, he just looked up at Mu Heng stubbornly.

Both of them looked directly into each other's eyes, and their expressions were definitely not friendly in the eyes of others.

"If one day..." Mu Heng still showed a conciliatory smile first, he said, "I mean, if there is such a day, are you willing to take off your colored contact lenses, and let's get to know each other again? My dear colleague Classmate Zhuo Ke?"

Ke Han pursed his lips.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand suddenly, and grabbed a dead leaf from the top of his head.

"No one can push you out of the shadows, except yourself."

After he finished speaking, he patted Ke Han on the shoulder.

"Come on, dribble a ball and let me see."

Ke Han: "..."

Why does he remember playing ball?

How did Mu Heng's brain circuit grow?

There is no way, Ke Han is helpless in the first class, just a weak and helpless transfer student, he can't resist Mu Heng who refuses to accept his title of "school bully" and insists on calling himself "ordinary student".

Of course, playing basketball is not difficult.

The vast majority of boys don't even need to practice. After watching too much, they will get started after stumbling.

Ke Han's fear is just a very subtle psychological factor.

Although he didn't go to public school, it's not like he hasn't been in public school.

During the time he had to stay in public school, he was forced to relive his kindergarten "nightmare".

The cruelty of children to "heterogeneous" is the best reflection of the true attitude of society.

Ke Han has been different from those white people since he was a child.

He has blue-green eyes, his skin color is between yellow and white, and his face shape also has the characteristics of both races, which is incompatible with other babies.

Those little babies had never seen a baby like Ke Han, so they were cautiously unwilling to play with Ke Han.

This passive and withdrawn situation continued until a new batch of babies were sent to this kindergarten for care.

Ke Han was bullied.

Although he is actually much smarter than those babies who only know how to eat, drink and play, he was pushed to the ground and bullied because he was alone and not strong enough.

Almost got poked blind.

Fortunately, the childcare staff saw the situation here and avoided such a dangerous outcome.

However, if there is one such thing, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three.

It is really not easy for Ke Han to live to such an age in peace.

However, because of the different pupils, he will be hurt. This message has been engraved into his subconscious mind. Even after long-term corrective training, he has never been able to come out for the second time.

"Hey, tablemate, be serious."

Mu Heng reluctantly picked up Ke Han's dribbled ball from the side and threw it back into his arms.

Ke Han took a deep breath and closed his slightly astringent eyes.

He said quietly: "I seem to have learned."

Sweat dripped from the corners of Mu Heng's forehead and sank into his collar deeply. He smiled and was about to say, "Then you can perform a performance" when he heard the bell ringing for the end of get out of class.

The sun near noon is still a bit poisonous.

But everyone ran so fast not because of the sun, but because the only canteen in the school would open after class.

There are not many kinds of snacks that can be bought.

Although there are not many, it is really precious to the majority of students.

Wen Qingqing didn't run away, she let Zhang Yida go to the canteen by herself, parted ways with some badminton boys, and finally passed by Ke Han and Mu Heng.

She hesitated for a moment, but said directly: "Ke Han, you are on the hot search."

Ke Han is indeed on the hot search.

Follow the label of the four words "The Strongest Scholar".

Mu Heng sat in his seat, with half a tube of crushed ice in his mouth, staring at the blue-green-eyed boy in the total loss picture, as if he was a little distracted.

When Ke Han came back from the outside, he saw Mu Heng boldly holding his mobile phone in a daze.

He took a closer look, and suddenly trembled.

understood.

They all know.

Knowing that he is an outlier... However, Mu Heng leaned back on the chair and saw Ke Han with pale lips.

He smiled and said, "Did you wear colored contact lenses on purpose? To lower your appearance and protect the confidence of your classmates?"

The author has something to say: [In the future, I will probably write a special episode about Mu Xiaoheng who goes to kindergarten by helicopter and Ke Xiaohan, a special genius baby... If I didn't write it, please remind me if you want to watch it. 】

[Thanks to the right & wrong classmates, it has been revised. 】