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"Meng'er, are you leaving together after school?" Yang Kangyu stacked the books on the table and turned to ask Meng Wenjun beside him.

Meng Wenjun held up the paper in his hand, and carefully checked the problem-solving steps on the paper: "Aren't you going to practice this afternoon?"

"No need." When Yang Kangyu said this, his tone was slightly hesitant.

Meng Wenjun turned his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Straightforward and shallow, very easy to guess.

"I don't want to train anymore, I'm tired." Yang Kangyu leaned back, leaning his body on the back of the chair behind him, as if he was breaking a jar.

"It's not you."

"Every day is training, and every day I repeat the movements I did yesterday, so I should have some time for myself, right?"

"it is good."

Meng Wenjun agreed.

Since Zhou Zhou appeared beside Irene, he never walked home with her after class.

Yang Kangyu looked sideways at Meng Wenjun's profile, and suddenly murmured: "Meng'er, you seem to have lost a lot of weight recently, and you are very haggard."

Meng Wenjun smiled lightly: "I'm too worried."

Suddenly, something came to Yang Kangyu's mind, and he moved forward suddenly, with his arms on his shoulders, and Meng Wenjun sank down: "Meng'er, take you to make up this afternoon?"

"Replenishment?"

Yang Kangyu shook his arm: "Don't ask, you just don't know."

Meng Wenjun did not expect that Yang Kangyu's so-called "bubu" was the table full of raw meat and seafood in front of him. Before he poked his chopsticks into it, his stomach was already writhing and uncomfortable.

"Hurry up!" Yang Kangyu was enthusiastic and took the initiative to put a crab in Meng Wenjun's dinner plate.

Meng Wenjun forced a pale smile on his face: "No, I want to vomit."

These words made Yang Kangyu anxious: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Meng Wenjun shook his head again, and said with a smile, "No."

Yang Kangyu looked at Meng Wenjun's face, wondering if it was because of the white light above his head, his face was paler than when he saw it during the day, even his lips were white, and his listless eyes always It hangs down, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Meng'er, what's the matter with you recently?" Yang Kangyu put down his chopsticks, put his hand on the back of Meng Wenjun unconsciously, and asked with concern.

The originally slender hand became much thinner and cold.

Meng Wenjun slowly withdrew his hand, and said: "No, I don't worry too much." Then there was another weak smile.This smile was already the best he could do.

"If you have anything, you can tell me."

Meng Wenjun turned his head and looked into Yang Kangyu's sincere eyes. Although they were pitch black, they were shining brightly inside, like the stars in the dark night.

This vast and beautiful romance.

During the long silence when the two looked at each other, Yang Kangyu moved his throat unconsciously: "Did something bad happen?"

Meng Wenjun's eyes were still as calm as the Dead Sea, that nothingness-like calm: "Why do you want to know me so much?"

"me……"

Meng Wenjun still lowered his dim eyes, looking at him.

"I just hope you can be happy." Yang Kangyu subconsciously shifted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Meng Wenjun's right ear.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

Meng Wenjun picked it up, stared at the string of numbers on the phone, and said, "I'm going to make a call."

Watching Meng Wenjun leave, Yang Kangyu secretly annoyed himself.

He sighed, straightened up, leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling above his head, it was so bright that his eyes were dizzy.

There are many things hidden in my mind, like a mess that cannot be sorted out. After thinking a lot, I finally returned to the origin of the problem.

He picked up the phone that was on the table.

More than 30 missed calls were displayed on the screen.

There were calls from the coach, calls from teammates, and the most numerous calls were from the coyotes.

This afternoon was supposed to be a training camp before the selection match. The coach finally invited the coach of the national team to give a lecture. Unexpectedly, Yang Kangyu didn't even say hello.

He slid his finger behind the coach's phone number, and after a few beeps, he said to him, "Brother Daewoo?"

That wasn't the coach's voice, it was clearly the little wolf's.

"Ah, little wolf?" Yang Kangyu said in surprise.

The other person seemed very excited: "Brother Yu! You are finally willing to answer the phone! You don't know, the coach is going crazy. He is not on the court now, and the phone is dropped. Where have you been?"

"It's nothing, go out and relax."

"What's the matter? Are you in a bad mood? What happened?"

Yang Kangyu laughed twice: "What can I be in a bad mood? It's just that I've been studying culture for the past two days, and I feel that there are many things I don't know. It's difficult."

After hearing this, Xiaolang's tone eased: "Hey, what is this? Brother Yu, after you enter the provincial team, you will go to the national team. Such a little cultural lesson is simply not worth mentioning. "

Yang Kangyu's heart sank.

"Hello? Brother Yu? Can you hear me? Is the signal bad?"

Yang Kangyu quickly said, "I am here."

Xiaolang smiled: "Although you didn't come this afternoon, don't worry! This new coach likes you very much. He will still be in our training ground tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Brother Yu, you..."

"Little wolf." Yang Kangyu called his name and interrupted him involuntarily.

"I'm here, I'm here! What's the matter, what's the matter!" Little Wolf's tone became even more high-pitched, and Yang Kangyu could already imagine his silly smile on the other end of the phone.

After a long silence, Yang Kangyu said slowly, "I don't want to participate in this selection."

The little wolf on the other end of the phone obviously paused, and then asked eagerly: "Why? Brother Yu? Has something happened to you recently? Tell me, we brothers will definitely stand by your side."

Yang Kangyu laughed dryly again, pretending to be relaxed: "No, I always feel that being a professional is too tiring, and I don't want to make myself so tired."

"Aren't you tired! Brother Yu, are you drinking too much now? You are starting to talk nonsense! Others don't know, how can I not know? Brother Yu, how much you like playing ball, I really see it In the eyes! What do you mean by saying this now?"

Yang Kangyu lowered his eyes, fiddling with the yellow silk cloth hanging down on the table with his right hand fingers: "I'm just tired. Even if I don't play professionally, I can still play basketball at ordinary times. It's easier to play with friends. There's no need to train and train every day to make yourself so tired."

The little wolf was silent for a long time.

If the phone screen was not still on, Yang Kangyu thought he had hung up the phone.

In the end, it was the little wolf who broke the silence between the two. Yang Kangyu could hear the choking in his voice: "Brother Yu, you must be because of me."

Yang Kangyu deliberately laughed twice, as if he heard a big joke: "Where did you think!"

"Then why did Brother Yu avoid me these two days?"

"Hahaha, how could it be? How can I avoid you? It's purely because I think too much about you."

He laughed dryly again.

"Brother Yu, although I'm stupid, I still have backbone, I can fight for it myself, I don't want alms from you, Brother Yu.

Everyone knows that your strength is much ahead of everyone else in the team, and the place in this provincial team is none other than you.

You have always been my role model and the object of my pursuit. I know that I am not as good as your family, not as smart as you, not as popular as you, and as capable as you are, but I don’t think I am bad. I believe I can pass My own efforts can also enter the provincial team, even if it is a few days later than you brother Yu. "

"For so many days, I have always remembered Brother Yu's kindness to me.

I know Brother Yu has always treated me like a younger brother, but I am also a man, please don't use this method to kill my dignity as a person.

I want to use my ability to prove to you that I want to win your respect with my own hands, not through such means. "

"When the team is selected, when you face me, please go all out, I beg you, Brother Yu."

At the end of the talk, Little Wolf was on the other end of the phone, already weeping uncontrollably.

Tears rolled in Yang Kangyu's eyes, and he solemnly replied: "Okay."

The little wolf sniffled, smiled again, and cheered up: "Brother Yu, I'll wait for you to come back."

"it is good."

Coincidentally, Meng Wenjun also walked back, his already pale face was filled with a layer of fatigue, the whole person was like a piece of white paper standing on the table, as fragile as wind.

"What's wrong?" Yang Kangyu hung up the phone and looked up at Meng Wenjun.

"Sorry, Xiaoman's stomach is not feeling well, I have to go back first."

Yang Kangyu stood up hastily, stretched out his hand and picked up the coat on the back of the chair: "I'll give it to you."

Meng Wenjun subconsciously refused: "No need."

He explained again: "There are so many dishes, you can eat as much as you can, don't waste it."

"Then I'll take you to the door."

Meng Wenjun did not refuse this request.

"Master, please come to the east gate of Xinye Community on Zhisheng Road. It must be the east gate." Yang Kangyu bent down and instructed the driver in the window.

Meng Wenjun smiled: "My home, you remember it better than me."

Yang Kangyu looked at Meng Wenjun in the back seat again, and Xu Xu kept asking: "Meng'er, remember to drink some porridge when you get home later, if you really can't eat, you can drink some hot water. It can be regarded as padding the stomach, don't empty the stomach, the body will be more unbearable, and the vicious circle will not be good."

Meng Wenjun listened quietly and said with a smile: "I see, you look like an old woman."

"If you can be more comfortable, then I am very happy to be this old lady."

Meng Wenjun sneered: "Don't be poor."

"Slow down the road."

"You also pay attention to safety."

With the sound of the car engine, it took a short time to run a long distance.

Meng Wenjun turned around and looked out the rear window of the car, but Yang Kangyu was no longer in sight.

He said to the driver in the driver's seat: "Master, please turn left at the intersection ahead and go to Walnut Street."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Aren't you going to Zhisheng Road?"

Meng Wenjun coughed twice, and repeated: "Go to Walnut Street, I'm in trouble."