you have to talk to me

A continuous autumn rain completely wiped away the late summer heat, and the students who came and went on the playground put on coats over their T-shirts.

By the first physical education class in the afternoon, the rain was still spreading like catkins.The girls appeared on the playground with colorful umbrellas, arm in arm, stepping on water splashes, laughing and laughing.

"The girls are so cute."

"Youth is so beautiful."

Yang Fan sighed in his heart.

Everyone is almost here, and Jimeng is still short. For the sake of his buddies' future, he doesn't plan to care about it anymore.Yang Fan whistled: "Assemble, put away the umbrellas. Warm up, three laps."

"Are you going to run in the rain?"

"That's right, what should I do if I get gonorrhea?"

Yang Fan was so worn out that he lost his temper, cute ass, beautiful bastard, these little bastards can be summed up in two words - annoying.

"Are you all made of mud? You're made of mud, and even a little drizzle won't melt it."

There was a burst of "goose goose" laughter: "Mr. Yang, you are so humorous."

Some people contradicted it in a low voice: "We are made of flour, which is white and tender and cannot be wetted."

"Really? No wonder my mind is full of mud..." Yang Fan saw a long and thin shadow and a bit of eye-catching pink in the corner of his eyes as he spoke.

Feng Jimeng shuffled against the drizzle, walking towards this side with distracted eyes.For a moment, the laughing and joking in the team stopped, and everyone looked at him.Feng Jimeng's eyes were unfocused, making one wonder if he came to class after all.But he quickly gave everyone the answer.He walked towards the line and stood on the edge of the back row.

Yang Fan's whistle brought everyone back from the shock: "Stop talking nonsense, Jian Hang goes to the front to lead the team and run."

This time, no one babbled anymore, and started to drag and run.Feng Jimeng followed behind the crowd, also shuffling.Apart from the sound of footsteps on the plastic track, there was an eerie silence in the team, and everyone glanced sideways at the tail of the team from time to time.

Yang Fan followed at the end of the team, and in front of his eyes was the back of Feng Jimeng's head, and Feifei Xiaoyu made a fringe on his short pink hair that had been permed.The ears on both sides are full of eyes, and the nail rings on the top flash with the jolt of running.Yang Fan really wanted to say, aside from his bad aesthetics, just from a safety point of view, you can't wear jewelry in gym class.

But he opened his mouth, but he just shouted in a fit of anger: "Comrades, go! Overtake the basketball class in front."

The team, which had been eerily quiet just now, suddenly burst into laughter.

"I can't run, my leg is about to break."

"Teacher Yang, may I ask, how old are you this year?"

The little boys of Houjing had discovered that this teacher could take jokes, and the whole class followed him to become foolish.

"That's right, Mr. Yang, we don't have the same experience as the basketball class, so don't compare with them, okay?"

Yang Fan sneered: "No, I want to."

"Jian Hang, speed up."

The class representative who firmly supported the physical education teacher ran like a mad dog as soon as he got the order.

Complaints about Yang Fan immediately turned to Jian Hang.

"Class representative, you are betraying the organization."

"Go, brothers, catch up and judge this bastard."

Jian Hang led a group of people to hula and ran to the front, and those behind also speeded up to follow.When passing the fast-moving basketball class, someone taunted and provoked a wave of hatred.The basketball class is also a group of heroes, so they are not willing to be inferior.

On this side, howling and howling, he couldn't run, and when the basketball class caught up, he tried to shake him off.

After a meal, you chased after me, and the 10 meters that usually take 600 minutes to run were finished in 3 minutes today.After standing still, a group of people bent over and panted.

Yang Fan stood on the steps again and whistled: "Okay, stop panting. Stand up for me, do some preparatory exercises, and then we will get to today's topic."

After a while of "one, two, three, four" and "two, two, three, four", today's topic is to play balls in groups of two.

Yang Fan called Jian Hang, and the two put on a good pose and passed a few balls to each other.Yang Fan explained: "It's similar to the main points of the movements in the last class. Squat down halfway, use your waist and legs to exert force, and give the ball to the opponent with your wrist. Can you see clearly?"

Everyone dragged their voices and replied: "Look~clear~clear~!"

"Okay, let's form a team of two, and form your own team." Yang Fan looked at a group of teenagers who were as immobile as old men and old ladies, and slapped his hands anxiously, urging them, "Ma Liudi, this is just like playing tricks." Just like a friend, if you take a fancy to someone, you will buy it and leave it, and if you are slow, you will lose it, don't you understand the reason?"

Everyone laughed "goose goose goose" and started to find friends or familiar people to form a team.Jian Hang found Hou Wen, but Hou Wen turned his head to look at Feng Jimeng.

"Don't look, do you think he wants to play with you?"

Feng Jimeng's hands were already neatly put in his trouser pockets.He had a dull look on his face, and his eyes had already drifted into the air. He didn't know what could interest him. Anyway, he was completely uninterested in volleyball.

Seeing that the two or two teams have been formed, he is really the only one left.And this result seemed to be just as he wished, he tore off his eyes that were floating in the air, and searched around to find a shelter from the rain to squat down until get out of class was over.

The eaves of the auditorium on the side of the court are wide enough, and there are baskets for basketball and volleyball underneath, and there are two chairs next to it.

Feng Jimeng raised his legs to leave, Yang Fan shouted: "Feng Jimeng, come here and practice with me."

Feng Jimeng's erratic eyes finally landed on the real point - Yang Fan's face.He hesitated for a moment, then turned around towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's face was serious, and his chin was raised: "Are those unsightly treasures of your hands? What are you doing in your pockets? Take them out to catch the ball."

Feng Jimeng took out his hand.

Yang Fan went over with a standard ball pad. Obviously, Feng Jimeng hadn't even touched the ball before, so how could he possibly catch it.The volleyball hit him in the chest, and Gululu rolled to the ground.

Yang Fan picked up the ball, and instead of throwing the ball over to him, he walked over and grabbed Feng Jimeng's hands and put them together: "Catch the ball in this posture, use here, the wrist section, squat down, and stretch your waist and legs upwards." force."

Speaking of throwing the ball to him from the side, Feng Jimeng took the wrist that Yang Fan had tied to him, and padded the ball up.

"Just pad it, don't let the ball hit the ground."

Feng Jimeng raised his arms, raised his chin, and mechanically placed the ball. He repeated this several times, but it looked good, and he could press the ball more than a dozen times in a row.But as long as the ball is slightly off course, he will act as if his feet are welded to death, and he will never move to catch it and watch the ball roll to the ground.

Yang Fan lost his temper and snatched the ball over: "Now I'll pass it to you, and you back it up for me."

Yang Fan passed the ball to Feng Jimeng, this time Feng Jimeng caught it, but the pass to Yang Fan was tricky.Yang Fan strode forward with long legs, ran two steps with a big ballet kick, caught the ball, and paddled it several times in a row, and finally put the ball back on the right track, before Feng Jimeng padd it, and it landed just right for him Pad back to the position.

So many times, it's not that Feng Jimeng deliberately made Yang Fan run around in the court, it's his first time playing volleyball at this level.

He regarded this as Yang Fan's retribution for his persistence.

After padding the ball for a while, Jian Hang and a few students came over with the ball to give advice: "Brother Yang, the volleyball we learned last year, it's a bit too boring to just pad the ball in one class."

Yang Fan stopped panting, "How many of you have learned volleyball?"

There are 39 people in a class, and twelve of them raised their hands.

"Okay, you just happen to be divided into two teams to play the game, and I will take the others to practice next to you."

Those who got permission started to form a team excitedly. Hou Wen's skills were too poor, so both sides didn't want him. Only Jian Hang picked him up and put him in his team because of the friendship at the same table.

It was the first time for Feng Jimeng to watch a volleyball game up close, so she stopped on the sidelines for a while.

Yang Fan leaned over, he really endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to yell: "Tsk tsk, your popularity is really bad, you can see that no one in the class is willing to form a team with you."

As he spoke, he patted Feng Jimeng's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Young man, let's make more friends."

Feng Jimeng suddenly glanced sideways at Yang Fan, that look was quite meaningful.

Yang Fan touched his face subconsciously: "What?"

"It is said that people with bad mouths actually live very hard lives." After finishing speaking, Feng Jimeng frowned at Yang Fan.

When the corners of his mouth were bent, two dimples appeared in the center of his cheeks, Yang Fan was taken aback.But other than that, Feng Jimeng's other facial muscles didn't move at all, and after Yang Fan realized that it was a sneer that didn't smile, Feng Jimeng had already walked away.

The blue veins on Yang Fan's forehead couldn't help popping out and jumping, grinding his back molars and thinking, this is really a stamped little bastard.

There is no water on the plastic court, but it is drizzling. After a class, everyone's hair looks like sugar is sprinkled, and there are more or less watermarks from the ball on the clothes.

Feng Jimeng just wore a T-shirt, which was half-dry and dirty from sweat and rain. She sat back in the classroom and wiped it for a long time before finally giving up.

"You actually took the initiative to go to physical education class today, the sun is coming out from the west." Zhang Teng raised his buttocks and sat on Feng Jimeng's desk.

Feng Jimeng's originally lazy gaze gathered into a bunch, landed on the table under Zhang Teng's buttocks, and frowned.

"Get up." Feng Jimeng said.

During this period of time, Feng Jimeng hadn't responded to his provocations, which made Zhang Teng's arrogance more and more intense, and at the same time, he became more and more depressed, as if Feng Jimeng didn't see him at all.Isn't this underestimating what he is?An ignorant and fearless school bully can stand hostility from others, but not contempt.

Feng Jimeng finally looked at him. Instead of getting up, Zhang Teng started to push his nose on his face.

"Is your aunt okay?"

Zhang Teng's voice was not low, and it attracted the eyes of the surrounding people, who were disgusted and contemptuous, especially Hou Wen. If his eyes grew teeth, he would want to pounce on them and take a bite.For these gazes, Zhang Teng complacently accepted them all.

"Get up, don't sit on my table." Feng Jimeng asked again.

Zhang Teng got up without saying anything.

Feng Jimeng buried his head, and took out a stack of wet tissues from the drawer, but the alcohol-based disinfectant seemed to be used up, so he bent his head down to search for it.

"Zhang Teng," the girl said sharply, "You are sick, give it back to me, you..."

"I'll borrow it from you. Remember to return a new one to Zhou Qinqin when you're done using it." Zhang Teng came to Feng Jimeng's side again, with eyes downcast and a wretched smile.

Feng Jimeng looked up, and there was a sanitary napkin lying on his clean table.