Isn't it good to be friendly?

"..."

"What was he talking about?"

Xia Zhao looked at Yang Ye in bewilderment.

Yang Ye started the game: "He said he was an idiot."

Xia Zhao was amused: "This is the first time I have seen such an interesting person. It seems that the 90-odd days have not been in vain. I found a funny dog."

"Aren't you sad?" Liu Xiao stuck his head out of the bed, "You called him by his name in a dream before."

Xia Zhao was taken aback: "Really?"

"Of course it's true, we all heard it very clearly."

"Yes, I remember very clearly, what you said was 'Ling Feng, what'!" Wang Doudou pouted, imitating it vividly.

Xia Zhao: "..."

With a slumped face, Xia Zhao walked to the toilet silently, and after closing the door with a "creak", he yelled, "Do evil!"

Everyone: "..."

With another "creak", Xia Zhao came out, with a nonchalant smile on his face: "Really? It seems that I liked him quite a bit before."

Xia Zhao thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, Ke Lingfeng, apart from being arrogant, self-righteous, stupid and scum, is actually pretty good. At least he is tall, handsome and good at studying, right?"

The people lying on the bed stretched their heads and looked at each other from the air. You looked at me and I looked at you, a little incomprehensible.

Is this... the end of love?

Yang Ye played the game without looking back: "Yes, after all, you chose the person, and your vision is pretty good."

Xia Zhao proudly said, "That is!"

"..."

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that he was trying to save his respect in disguise.

The four moved their heads back in unison and continued to lie down.

The dormitory gradually quieted down, sleeping, playing games and reading books.

Xia Zhao sat at the table, looking at the textbooks spread out in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

He was indeed trying to save his respect just now, but he was actually telling the truth.

From the aesthetic point of view, Ke Lingfeng is very in line with his fantasy of the future partner; from the point of view of character, there is nothing wrong with arrogance, after all, a handsome guy who was surrounded by others since he was a child, and grew up smoothly, naturally has the capital of arrogance .

Xia Zhao can accept his shortcomings, but the only thing he can't accept is the soft "he is my bed partner".

Xia Zhao grew up in a well-to-do family. His parents were both middle school teachers. Although he couldn't compare with Ke Lingfeng's family, in his heart, they were equal, and he didn't think he was inferior to others.

Regardless of the material level, this is his spiritual strength.

At the same time, he only accepts equal love, and he will never be like an infatuated holy father, hiding in Ke Lingfeng's shadow, being looked down upon by others, and eating the bitter fruit of the so-called "you have to think about me" like a self-deception.

It's a pity that no matter how carefully he maintains this relationship, it is nothing but Lan Yinxu, and it will not end well.

Or maybe he picked the wrong guy in the first place.

Love really makes people arrogant, thinking that they are the other person's true son, the prince charming, but in the other person's eyes, they are just a slave, nothing more than a white horse.

Xia Zhao propped his face in one hand, and sighed. Just as he was about to mourn the spring and autumn, and to mourn his first love that passed away with the wind, someone put a lot of sugar on his table.

Xia Zhao was taken aback and looked back.

It's Yono.

"A friend of mine got wedding candy, try it."

Yang Ye is very tall, and Xia Zhao usually raises his head slightly when looking at him, not to mention that he is sitting up now, even more so.

His neck, which had been lying at the desk for a long time, suddenly felt a little sore.

At this time, a warm and powerful big hand covered his neck and squeezed it. The strength was just right, neither light nor heavy, which relieved some of the soreness on his neck.

Yang Ye: "Be careful, you have quasi-cervical spondylosis."

Xia Zhao smiled and said, "You remember all of this."

"No way, I have a good memory." Yang Ye put his other hand on Xia Zhao's head, and pressed it down lightly. Xia Zhao followed his strength and moved his eyes down, just in time to see Yang Ye's strong waist.

You can tell it's powerful at first glance.

I don't know who will be cheaper in the future!

Xia Zhao collected his thoughts and said with a smile, "Thank you very much!"

"Ah."

*

Since breaking up with Ke Lingfeng, Xia Zhao hasn't seen him for several days.

People who used to meet and call every day are now completely cut off. People who used to seem to be able to meet even when they go out to throw garbage, now I am afraid that they are walking on the same road, and they will miss it because of people coming and going. each other.

It is also completely broken.

But Xia Zhao gradually didn't care about it, and the restless heart because of love gradually calmed down over time.

Time is the best medicine.

But because it is difficult to get rid of the disease quickly, Xia Zhao will continue to hurt the spring and the autumn occasionally.

at this time--

"Reading every day, I don't worry about losing my neck." Yang Ye pulled Xia Zhao's hat and brought him up, "Let's play ball with my brother."

"I don't want to go." Xia Zhao was a little lazy, but as soon as he finished speaking, the whole person was lifted up together with the chair. Xia Zhao was startled, swayed, and quickly grabbed Yang Ye's powerful right arm.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Xia Zhao said quickly.

Only then did Yang Ye put him down: "Hurry up."

"The sun is so big, I'm going to die!" Xia Zhao muttered while finding a sportswear from the cabinet.

In fact, Xia Zhao is not very good at sports. He never played basketball before entering university. Like many top academics in China, he was full of test papers and exercises in his youth.

In their world, the sun and the playground are just the envious distance when they occasionally raise their heads to relax. Although they seem to be separated by a window, they are actually separated by a whole world and countless people with expectations.He wants to enter that world, and the people in that world also envy his world, but in the end, envy is still envy, and no one can change the status quo.

When Xia Zhaogang was in college, he passed by the playground and saw Yang Ye playing basketball with others. He was envious, excited, and longing for his youthful, vigorous figure, and the cheers of the onlookers.

However, he was a little afraid.

He is used to the boring life of a top student, and many things are the same, it is very difficult to take the first step.

How difficult is it?

At the very least, it almost stumped Xia Zhao, a brilliant student in the eyes of teachers, parents and classmates.

He almost left.

But at this time, Yang Ye saw him, and those obsidian eyes were like radar, locking on to him at a glance from the vast crowd.

The foot that was just about to lift stopped immediately.

Xia Zhao remembered very clearly that the day was sunny and the breeze was not too dry. Yang Ye was wearing a black basketball uniform. Sweat flowed down the graceful muscles on his arms, exposed to the dazzling sunlight, as if they were glowing.

For no reason, Xia Zhao suddenly looked forward to Yang Ye's next actions very much. He even wondered a little excitedly whether he would invite him, but immediately became worried, worried that this look would be just a glance, Everything is his own passion, turning the moment into slow motion.

In Xia Zhao's uneasy mood, Yang Ye didn't say anything, but just threw a basketball towards him.It seems that he will definitely catch it if he is sure, and he will definitely "score the basket".

Finally, the basketball landed firmly in Xia Zhao's arms.

Everyone was looking at Xia Zhao.

Xia Zhao was stunned on the spot.

"come over."

Hino spoke casually, with magnetism and the burning panting after a lot of exercise.

Xia Zhao seemed to be possessed, and walked towards Yang Ye step by step, his head was blank, as if instinctively.

When Yono took the basketball he handed over, when their hands touched—

Xia Zhao has an extra set of black sportswear in his closet.From then on, there are more colors in his life that he didn't have before.

Xia Zhao took out the sportswear, shook it off, and said with a smile, "Don't keep torturing me!"

Yang Ye smiled and said, "It will be fine if you abuse it."

Xia Zhao: "What if I still can't?"

"It's been so long, how could it not be possible?" Yang Ye smiled, "If you really can't do it, brother will teach you."

At that time, when Xia Zhao handed the basketball to Yang Ye, he whispered, "I don't know how to play."

He was really worried that Yang Ye would stop playing with him after hearing this.

And Yono's answer was——

He smiled and said, "Brother will teach you."

Yang Ye was really teaching him, using actual combat to teach him, telling him the rules while abusing him.

After the whole court, he played poorly and sweated profusely.

But it's also fun!

Refreshing like never before!

But some people were dissatisfied: "Why bring a rookie to play? Waste of time."

Xia Zhao's face was completely white on the spot.The blood in his chest was like being splashed with a basin of ice water, which made his heart feel cold.

He couldn't help being a little sad, thinking that it was probably like this; but he was also very happy, at least he had experienced it once.

He was going to thank Hino and apologize to the others.

However, as soon as he spoke, he was lost in Yang Ye's serious, bright, obsidian-like eyes. Those eyes were black and white, with a sharp feeling, but made him inexplicably at ease.

"Do you want to play?" Yang Ye looked serious, as if he was asking something very important.

Xia Zhao remembered that he was stunned for a moment, then met Yang Ye's burning gaze, and nodded: "Yes."

"Then play."

After Yang Ye finished speaking, he looked at the others: "He is on my team, you can form as you like."

The others glanced at each other and made eye contact with each other.

Yang Ye is strong, and they want to play with him. As for this weak chicken, it doesn't matter if he is there or not, as long as he is marginalized.

"alright."

Yang Ye nodded, and then looked at the person who called Xia Zhao a "rookie" before: "Compete with me, one-on-one?"

Now that person's face turned pale, he bit the bullet and said, "Come on!"

The test begins.

end quickly.

That person is completely defeated.

Yang Ye patted the ball and said indifferently: "You have to work hard too."

His words were tactful, and he also left a little room for that person.

So far, thanks to Yang Ye, Xia Zhao has joined this small group.After Yang Ye's abuse, his game skills improved step by step, but he still couldn't beat Yang Ye.

This incident has completely become the cornerstone of the deep friendship between Xia Zhao and Yang Ye.

While changing clothes, Xia Zhao asked with a smile, "Hey, why did you help me like that?"

Even though it had been a long time since that incident, he still couldn't help laughing every time he thought about it.

Yang Ye casually said, "Why? It's not because I'm afraid you'll cry."

Xia Zhao: "???"

"Am I such a crybaby!!!"

Yang Ye smiled and said: "No, but I didn't know you well at the time, just looking at your appearance, I thought you were."

In fact, there is one thing he didn’t say——

At that time, when Xia Zhao looked at him with those big watery eyes, that innocent aura made him suddenly feel like wanting to bully him severely.

Just held back by him.

Then he felt that he was really not a person, how could he bully such a child who seemed to be able to cry with one punch!

It was also because of this guilt that he defended Xia Zhao like that afterwards.

"Then you were not afraid of offending people when you were doing 1V1?"

Yang Ye: "A big man can't bear this little loss?"

"Then you defended me like that before, because you think I can't suffer?" Xia Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Or do you think I'm not a big man?"

Yango: "..."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so ink-stained when you change your clothes?" Yang Ye turned and left, "Brother, go grab the seat first, hurry up."

"Hey! Stop!" Xia Zhao immediately put on his clothes and chased after him.

In the corridor, there was a sound of chasing and running.

The sunlight came in from the window, like a slanting beam of light, falling on the ground and on the running shoes passing by, kicking up a cloud of dust.Dust dances in the beam of light, dancing with the steps of youth and vitality.