Teen Priceless

The second semester of the second year of high school is a psychologically comfortable period. It is not that far away from the college entrance examination, but I always feel that there is still a year to go, and there is still time to waste.

As usual, the physical education class was disbanded after the assembly, and then there were free activities. Just now, some boys from Peng Yu went to move equipment, and some girls who were afraid of being exposed had already returned to the classroom for self-study.

Zhu Yao was originally a person who would hurry up and use the time of physical education class to study.Even when he was not allowed to disband freely before, he would sit alone in a cool place and memorize words for a while.

But not long after the start of this semester, someone took away Yu Shengyang's coat that was placed next to the court in a physical education class.

Peng Yu's and the others' were also put together, and Yu Shengyang's school uniform was placed at the bottom, almost certainly taken away on purpose.

This incident made Yu Shengyang quite unhappy at the time, but he just frowned and didn't say anything.

It's just that Zhu Yao just went to buy water after suffering. As soon as he walked back to the side of the court, he was glanced at coolly by Yu Shengyang.

"?" Zhu Yao didn't know how to offend him again, and she was at a loss physically and mentally.It was only after knowing the cause and effect that Yu Chengyang pondered over it belatedly. Yu Shengyang's stare full of meaning meant——

Why can't you even look at your clothes?

Did you let me see it?Zhu Yao was speechless for a while.

Thanks to this unlucky reminder, in every physical education class later, Zhu Yao would hold the clothes of a few people without complaint, move slowly to sit under the shade of a tree, and give a few people who ran like mad dogs on the court. The young master looks at the clothes.

Yu Shengyang bought him a small electric fan and asked him to sit while blowing it; every time he would go to the canteen to bring a bottle of Coke, and then stuffed it with a Baxi for Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao just watched Yu Shengyang and the others play basketball while walking and memorizing texts or vocabulary.

Frankly speaking, Yu Shengyang is already playing basketball very well.After reading Zhu Yao a few times, I can probably understand it a little bit.

However, he always felt that Yu Shengyang was different from everyone else—it is not uncommon for high school boys to play basketball to look handsome, but there is probably no one else who can take this seriously except Yu Shengyang.

Yu Shengyang played very well, but after watching Zhu Yao for a long time, he always felt that his visual effects were very different from others.

Every time Yu Shengyang scores a goal, there will be a burst of enthusiastic cheers and screams from the sidelines.

At first, Zhu Yao thought that Yu Shengyang was taking advantage of his looks, but later found out that it was not just that.

Even Zhu Yao himself, hardly pays attention to his face when watching the game.

Yu Shengyang's moving and throwing movements are very clean, the dribbling route is as beautiful as a function graph, and the ball is always controlled by him neatly and smoothly.

And Yu Shengyang never used brute force, jumping is probably his talent.Every time he jumped up, Yu Shengyang's feet were always in the air for a very stable time, and when he jumped, he was extraordinarily light, like a pigeon that suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the square.

Later Ning Sizhou quietly told Zhu Yao that in order to jump high and look good, Yu Shengyang practiced alone on the court for a long time just to train the strength to be used when taking off.

In the past, Zhu Yao was completely indifferent to these flashy things, and even felt quite naive.He always thought that Yu Shengyang, like many idiot high school boys, paid too much attention to these nothingness and external things.

But in this short, blooming moment, Zhu Yao felt that the existence of these silly stubbornness was reasonable.

Yu Shengyang is like a dragonfly, even the way of flying is very beautiful, serious, unscrupulous, meticulously beautiful in this world.

Several people on the field were sweating from running, Zhu Yan sat under the shade of a tree, boredly digging a scoop of ice cream and put it in his mouth, unexpectedly, the ice made him tremble, a nerve in his brain hurt, he couldn't help but There was a snort.

At this moment, several people who were playing well on the basketball court suddenly stopped their movements.

Zhu Yao narrowed her eyes and saw a group of people with unfriendly faces walking towards the stadium.

He put down the ice cream and stood up suddenly.

It was the people from class three.

As expected, these people did not come well, and they surrounded Yu Shengyang and the others on the court without saying a word.

In fact, it is not accurate to say the circle, because in front of a group of sullen, irritable and ugly boys, Yu Shengyang was surrounded in the middle, with an indifferent expression, standing out from the crowd.

Zhu Yao immediately put down the coat she was holding on her lap, and before she got there, she heard Yu Chengyang casually say to a few provocative people: "Isn't that enough? Are you looking for another fight?"

Peng Yu and Ning Sizhou also lowered their faces, standing aside expressionlessly.

Immediately, two boys were furious, and they were about to charge forward, but the leader with a cropped head gave a wicked smile and stopped them.

"How can we fight in school?" The short-haired boy squinted his eyes and smiled. "We are very scared when we scare the top students and then go to tell the teacher what to do."

When he laughed, only the muscles on his face moved, and his eyes were filled with ironic coldness, making him disgusting and sticky.

Yu Chengyang's eyes turned cold quickly, he took a step forward, and just about to make a move, Zhu Yao had already walked beside him.

He pinched Yu Chengyang's half-raised hand, frowned and shook his head at him.

Only then did the inch-cut boy let out a feigned surprise, and said with a half-hearted smile, "Yo, Xueba, are you here?"

Zhu Yao didn't intend to waste time with this kind of real idiot, he wanted to persuade Yu Shengyang and the others not to cause trouble, but before he could pull anyone away, he heard the next sentence from the cut-headed boy, saying viciously: "You motherfucker just get out of here obediently, I see You'll feel like throwing up."

Ning Sizhou violently pushed away the person blocking him, took a step forward, and said with a serious face, "Huang Yi, keep your fucking mouth clean."

The boy named Huang Yi instantly recovered his smiling face, squinted his eyes, "Don't be angry, I didn't come to fight with you."

"I'm just here to admire my defeated general," Huang Yi said mockingly, "Why, does the dish also need to occupy the field? If you can't fight, make room for others."

Peng Yu stood aside, listened to the nonsense for a long time, and finally lost his patience, "Can the one who loses just fuck off?"

Yu Chengyang didn't even bother to talk anymore, he gently pulled away Zhu Yao's hand blocking him, walked to the edge of the court, picked up the falling basketball, and threw it towards Ning Sizhou.

The basketball landed steadily in Ning Sizhou's hands, and Zhu Yao followed her gaze, but was stunned.

He had never seen Ning Sizhou like this before, so when he was angry, his expression was so scary.

Zhu Yao wanted to stop them again, but Yu Shengyang gently pushed them aside.

Seeing Huang Yi and the others looking over with malicious intentions, Zhu Yan subconsciously grabbed Yu Shengyang's clothes, Yu Chengyang looked down and said concisely: "Don't worry."

Seeing that there was a game to be played, there was another circle of people outside the basketball court, almost filling the surrounding area.

But this is different from the usual group of girls who come to watch the school grass. There is no other sound outside the stadium except whispering, no cheering or shouting, and the atmosphere is indescribably oppressive.

Yu Chengyang walked slowly to the middle of the court, not bothering to say a word of nonsense, and said coldly: "Let's start."