you have to talk to me

Loneliness is a boy who doesn't speak

talk and no one hears

Loneliness is the string of a middle-aged man

Time to rust with the strings

loneliness is a small town

only city people

the voice that can only be heard

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In mid-September, the autumn tiger is so hot that it bites.

In the volleyball class located on the east side of the playground, everyone is as quiet as a chicken, and the atmosphere is very stalemate.The quieter people are, the more joyful Cicada yelled "squeaky" on the branches of the trees, and the more sweaty the students were under the trees.

Ten minutes into class, the basketball class doing warm-up exercises ran past the outside of the volleyball class, and the onlookers who watched the excitement were blowing their whistles one after another.The noisy voices went away, and the volleyball class continued to be anxious in this silent and awkward atmosphere.

10 minutes ago, the first physical education class in the afternoon just started.A group of stunned students with sleepy faces were woken up by the scorching sun as soon as they stepped out of the teaching building, and came to the sports field screaming "Aww".

The trees on the edge of the basketball court are densely shaded, and they also cast some shade.The only two camphor trees on the side of the volleyball court are also wilted, with few leaves, and the air is twisted like dancing on the plastic court under the high temperature.

Yang Fan was standing on a step. He was wearing a gray cotton T-shirt, white sports trousers and running shoes, with a steel whistle hanging on his chest.The patch of sweat below the whistle soaked the gray clothes, showing the outline of two pectoral muscles.Broad shoulders, long legs, and big chest muscles. Among the students standing below, some people made ahhhhhhhhhhh sounds from time to time.

"Hi everyone, my surname is Yang. Mr. Zheng hurt his foot, you all know it, he asked for sick leave, I came here temporarily to teach you a few physical education classes." After speaking, he grinned, and the row of white teeth reflected the scorching sun. shiny.

"Teacher, what is your name Yang?"

"How long is Mr. Zheng going to rest? Are you teaching us this semester?"

"You are not the teacher of our school, why haven't I seen you before?"

Yang Fan had a brief contact with Jian Hang, the representative of the physical education class, ignoring these questions, and asked Jian Hang directly: "Is everyone here?"

Jian Hang looked at it, as if hesitating for a long time on whether to tell the truth, and finally said: "Feng Jimeng from Class 8 hasn't come yet."

He used "class 8" instead of "our class".

Hongzhong's physical education class is an interest class system. After a grade is passed, students choose the sports they are interested in and form a class.

Sure enough, Yang Fan asked again: "Anyone else from Class 8, go and call him."

The people below were muttering, and for a while a tall and thin man was isolated from the crowd: "Hou Wen, you are familiar with Feng Jimeng, you go and call him."

Hou Wen seemed very conflicted: "I don't know him very well either, and he didn't take physical education much before."

It's more than not having physical education class.

Yang Fan jumped down one step at a time, and walked up to Hou Wen: "You don't take physical education much? What do you mean, you're sick?"

"No, it's just..."

He felt that it was very difficult to explain to such a teacher who didn't know anything. Feng Jimeng did his own thing in this school and regarded school rules and class rules as nothing. If it doesn't affect others, the dean will not care about him.But just saying these words, doesn't it make it clear that Hou Wen doesn't want to be a sinner when he slaps the substitute teacher in the face.

"He's here." Hou Wen heaved a sigh of relief, pointed to a boy outside the sports field, and shouted timidly, "Feng Jimeng, the first period in the afternoon is PE class, class has already started."

Feng Jimeng paused when he heard this, and turned his head.

Yang Fan thought, oh, he's a handsome guy.

But this handsome guy is definitely not here for gym class.On a hot day he wore a baseball cap, hoops over his ears, a baggy letter T-shirt, and ripped jeans with holes big enough to put a fist in.He was wearing a pair of sneakers, walking unsteadily on the stone path that was baked like a teppanyaki grill, holding a bottle of cold Coke in his hand, and he didn't look like a high school student at all.Hearing Hou Wen calling him, he turned to take a look, then turned his face back again.

"It's Feng Jimeng, right?" After getting an affirmative answer, Yang Fan shouted angrily, "Feng Jimeng, come to class!"

Feng Jimeng's footsteps stopped, but Yang Fan's yell made him turn a corner, and then walked over slowly, standing at the side of the line.Yang Fan noticed that his eyes were still a little slack, and he didn't know if he was dozing off or not waking up.Just in time, wake up these little brats and doze off.

"Everyone is here. Before the training starts, warm up first, three laps." With his fingers, he pointed empty-handedly around the playground.

The field is not too big, 200 meters for one lap and 600 meters for three laps.

The students below shouted immediately.

"It's very hot now, teacher, don't warm up."

"Teacher, can you stop running, you will suffer from heat stroke."

Yang Fan grinned: "Heatstroke is not a problem, but I also prepared Huoxiang Zhengqi water for you, if you are afraid of heatstroke, drink some first?"

The fear of being dominated by that stench was still in their hearts, everyone swallowed and changed their strategies.

"Teacher, it is said that people are beautiful and kind-hearted. You are so tall, powerful and handsome, can you let us run less?"

"Yeah, one lap is enough, right?"

Yang Fan frowned: "Why are there so many nonsense. Look at all of you, do you look like the sun at eight or nine o'clock? Ah? I think you should save up and go sing the sunset."

The students laughed "goose goose goose": "Teacher, you are so humorous."

"Stop talking nonsense and run!"

He walked to the back of the line, so that he could monitor which of these cubs fell behind.At this time, two girls came out of the line hand in hand, their faces were very red, and one of them stammered: "Mr. Yang, I would like to ask for a leave of absence. Our stomach is not feeling well."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what was going on, and pointed to the shade of a tree next to him: "You two go over there to rest."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jian Hang took the lead and ran for a few steps, and everyone moved with snail footsteps. Only Feng Jimeng stood behind the team and did not move. When the last person beside him ran away, he also went to the two girls just now. direction.

Yang Fan stepped forward and pulled his arm: "What's the matter with you?"

"I don't want to run."

Yang Fan is a bit annoying, not so much annoying, he actually hates this kind of sixteen or seventeen-year-old prickly head, who doesn't understand farts, and pretends to be a personality in a blunt way.

"I can't think about it, this is a physical education class."

Feng Jimeng didn't bother to pay attention to him, her eyes focused on a shade of a tree.The side of the playground is the wall of the auditorium, and there is a draft in the back alley of the auditorium. He thought he could go there to sit and enjoy the wind, so he walked to the playground.

But just as he took a step, Yang Fan grabbed his shoulder again.

"Just treat me as my aunt too, don't be annoying."

Excuse me, Yang Fan was about to be laughed out of anger. How long did it take for this boy to speak in this crappy school? No one can stop him?Yang Fan grabbed Feng Jimeng's hand with great force. The boy's body was thin and thin, like a bamboo pole, with no flesh on his shoulders. Yang Fan's fingers got stuck in the seam in front of his collarbone.

"Ah..." Feng Jimeng cried out in pain from being pinched, clenched his fist and swung it behind him. It was not intentional to hit someone, but just a subconscious movement to break free.But before he touched the opponent, his wrist was grabbed.

The cubs who had run away for a few steps saw this scene when they turned around, and Hou Wen yelled out "Aw".He looked left and right, and finally found Jian Hang: "This... class representative, what should I do?"

Jian Hang just rolled the whites of his eyes helplessly.

Yang Fan chuckled: "Isn't it a rascal, it's useless to tell you. I've seen a lot of prickly people like you, so stop talking nonsense."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, you have to listen to me in my class."

Feng Jimeng gave a "tsk" impatiently: "If you still want to continue to be a teacher here, you'd better not mess with me."

"Haha..." The tendons on Yang Fan's temples pulled and he jumped involuntarily.He was threatened, which is a rare thing that hasn't happened in many years.He used a little force in his hand, "You little brat is kind, are you threatening me? But let me tell you, it's useless. I'm not a teacher at your school. Any tricks are always welcome."

"What about Zheng Kai? He is also welcome at any time?"

"..."

According to the lesson preparation content given by Zheng Kai, this lesson still teaches everyone to play ball.

Zheng Kai had taken three classes earlier, and there was no problem with the basic posture, so Yang Fan guided the students one by one on the technical points.The current physical education class does not have high requirements for students, so apart from the first few laps, after that, I just idle around and play various balls.

Feng Jimeng ran past him, her baseball cap had been taken off, her pink hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead.Yang Fan couldn't understand the current trend of children at all, he thought this might be the killer of his time.If this was his son, he would have to pluck out this pink hair by pressing his head.Really, the school doesn't care, and there is no one at home.

He asked, "How many laps have you run?"

Obviously Feng Jimeng didn't want to pay attention to him, and ran over with a scent of fragrance.

Yang Fan sneezed and rubbed his nose, now a high school student, tsk tsk.

Hou Wen, who was juggling the ball next to him, took the initiative to answer this question: "Eight laps."

"Eight laps won't work, can you? You're so cowardly, I thought you were capable. You might as well stop running, you can crawl, you can hurry up on all fours." Yang Fan couldn't understand Feng Jimeng's look With a lazy and airy look, he couldn't help teasing people who ran past him.

Feng Jimeng didn't answer, but quickened his pace.

Most of the class passed, and he only finished fifteen laps.In fact, it wasn't a matter of physical strength, he just didn't want to be troubled by the substitute teacher after finishing the work soon.

Self-righteous, big-chested and brainless, he looks quite human, but in fact, the whole thing is "owed" in capital letters. This is Feng Jimeng's first impression of Yang Fan. This kind of adult is the most annoying.

After running, he sat in the spot he had just spotted. The wind passed through the narrow alley behind the auditorium, bringing a characteristic damp smell and coolness to his face.

When he confronted Yang Fan just now, he was still angry, but now he can't see it at all.Feng Jimeng acted as if no one was around, squinting her eyes, facing the wind with her face up, with a contented look on her face, shaking the T-shirt sticking to her chest.

Yang Fan, other students on the playground, basketball, volleyball, this hot late summer afternoon, all seemed to have nothing to do with him.