Be at the same table with the rumored boss

On the way back to the classroom after dinner, Xiao Lang put on his own mask, and most of the time he just listened to what Su Mianyang said, and didn't make any unnecessary comments.

This made Su Mianyang feel that Xiao Lang just opened his heart to him for a short time, and when he wanted to get closer, he quickly moved away.

The third class is physical education. Many boys in the class are looking forward to the weekly class. The physical education teacher manages loosely.

This is also the favorite class of Zhang Haichao and his team, because they have the opportunity to play the ball with other classes.

Su Mianyang usually followed suit, but when the basketball accidentally flew off the field and rolled towards a person sitting under a tree, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It was only when the basketball touched the toe of his shoe that Xiao Lang came back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he should throw the ball back.

At this time, Su Mianyang was about to walk in front of him, and called him "at the same table."

Xiao Lang looked up at Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang, who came from the direction of the sun, was like the light source itself, he lifted his chin, the meaning was self-evident.

Xiao Lang narrowed his eyes and threw the ball to him.

Su Mianyang took the ball and said with a smile, "Together?"

"No, you play."

Su Mianyang didn't say anything else. After returning to the court, he threw the ball to Zhang Haichao, "I'll take a break, you guys play first."

Zhang Haichao saw the people under the tree sharply, and asked, "Was it Xiao Lang just now? I thought he had to throw the ball into the vegetable field again."

"You haven't gotten along with him before. After meeting him, you know that Xiao Lang has a good personality. I quite like it." Su Mianyang's tone was casual, as if he didn't understand Zhang Haichao's hidden emotions at all.

Zhang Haichao curled his lips, not affirming Su Mianyang's words but also not denying them.

Xiao Lang didn't pay attention to the sound of footsteps getting closer. There were people coming and going on the playground, not everyone deserved his attention.

Until Su Mianyang walked to Xiao Lang's side and sat down next to him.

Xiao Lang glanced at Su Mianyang. He didn't speak, but he moved a short distance in the opposite direction, which showed his attitude towards this unexpected guest.

Su Mianyang acted as if he didn't understand Xiao Lang's micro-movements, followed him in the direction of retreat, and sat down next to Xiao Lang again, "Why don't you play with everyone?"

"I don't know how to play." Seeing that Su Mianyang was sticking to him, Xiao Lang didn't bother to move any more. He looked at a group of boys running wildly under the ball frame, and squinted his eyes slightly contentedly, "Just watch others play."

"I thought it was because you hurt your wrist," Su Mianyang glanced at Xiao Lang's cuff, and he said seemingly unintentionally, "How did you do it?"

Xiao Lang grasped his sleeves subconsciously, lowered his head to confirm that his sleeves still covered his wrists tightly, and then he said vaguely: "It was accidentally scratched."

It was obvious that Xiao Lang didn't intend to continue the chat. The conversation based on wishful thinking should have ended here, but Su Mianyang, who didn't get the answer he wanted, didn't want to stop there.

"It's hard for me to understand. Your passing posture is very standard. Why do you deny the fact that you can play basketball?"

Su Mianyang stretched out his hand and tugged at Xiao Lang's cuff. His voice was very low, with a somewhat intriguing rise in the end, "You are quite capable of accidentally cutting the wound so neatly. Otherwise, I will ask a friend from Yigao to find out about you." unique trick?"

Xiao Lang withdrew his hand, he didn't react too aggressively, but his slightly frowned brow still showed his unhappiness.

Under Su Mianyang's probing eyes, Xiao Lang got up and took two steps towards the playground. Seeing that Su Mianyang was still sitting still, Xiao Lang added an explanation, "playing ball."

"You can still hit with such a broken wrist?" Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows.

"It's fine if you don't break it." Xiao Lang said expressionlessly.

Su Mianyang shrugged and did not refute. When he entered the playground, he took a few steps ahead of Xiao Lang to greet Zhang Haichao and his group, "Continue?"

Zhang Haichao looked at Su Mianyang, and then at Xiao Lang behind him. Although he was not very happy, he still didn't show anything.

The friendship between boys is much easier to establish and repair, and a few well-coordinated basketballs can quickly draw everyone into the relationship.

What's more, Zhang Haichao likes Xiao Lang's basketball style very much. Unlike his withdrawn and aggressive appearance, Xiao Lang is not reckless and impatient in playing basketball, and he is very steady with the ball. With cooperation, it is easy for people to have a sense of trust and security.

After a physical education class, Zhang Haichao was already proficient enough to unilaterally call Xiao Lang brothers and sisters. He inserted between Su Mianyang and Xiao Lang, and elbowed Su Mianyang, "Our brother Xiao is so good at basketball, why didn't he introduce us earlier know?"

"Sure enough, it's a child who didn't want to stay, and started to blame his old father for others so soon?" Su Mianyang said in a flat tone.

"What the hell..." Bickering Zhang Haichao has never defeated Su Mianyang, no matter how well-founded what he said, Su Mianyang will always look indifferent, destroying his motivation to debate from the root.

So Zhang Haichao chose to ignore it, and put his backhand on Xiao Lang's shoulder, "Why don't we play and cooperate, and we will have a basketball match next semester?"

"Let's talk." Xiao Lang's expression didn't change.

This was a tactful refusal, Zhang Haichao didn't know Xiao Lang that well yet, so it was hard to persuade him anymore, it happened that Liu Xiaodao called him from a distance, and he made a gesture and ran over.

For a while, Su Mianyang and Xiao Lang were left.

It is impossible to expect Xiao Lang to speak first. Thinking of the conversation with Zhang Haichao just now, Su Mianyang said with a smile, "Zhang Haichao, you didn't even say no, why are you so heartless when facing my invitation?"

Xiao Lang rolled his eyelids.

"Just because I mentioned the scar on your wrist?" Su Mianyang was still smiling, but his words were not warm.

This sentence obviously touched Xiao Lang's bottom line, his expression sank obviously, "My business has nothing to do with you."

After saying such a sentence, Xiao Langwu quickened his pace and widened the distance from Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang didn't chase, he still kept his original pace, his gaze followed Xiao Lang's back and fell to his shoulders.

Xiao Lang's figure looks very good, his shoulders are slightly set back, and there is no major change when he walks. Just by looking at him, he can be seen as a person who has experienced a good family education.

Judging from the few contacts he had, he also knew that Xiao Lang was not a person who would lose his temper easily. What could make such a person abandon his good education?

Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows.

His mind is in his own head, and no one can control his thoughts.

The large-scale monthly exam on Thursday finally arrived, and Su Mianyang received a message from Xiaoye Shiluo in the morning self-study.

Ye Shiluo grew up with him and Lin Kun. The grades of the three of them were in the shape of a ladder like their heights. After the high school entrance examination, Ye Shiluo's grades were the best in the first grade. Got stuck in the middle and went to No. [-] Middle School.

The school rules are different for the three of them, so they can only get together by meeting time. Su Mianyang sent Ye Shiluo a message to ask him about Xiao Lang.

Xiao Yezi: Who doesn't know Xiao Lang in the first grade, he is a god of arts class.

sy: Why did he change schools?

Xiao Yezi: I'm not sure about this, it seems to be because of something at home.

sy: Do you know where the scar on his wrist came from?

Xiao Yezi: He didn’t come to the school for a while before he transferred. I saw him on the day of the transfer. There were bruises on his face as if he had been beaten. I don’t know if the scar you mentioned has anything to do with this incident.

Su Mianyang put away the phone.

From the few conversations with Ye Shiluo including what Lao Liu said before, he can draw a simple conclusion: Xiao Lang's wrist wound was done at home, and the high probability of transferring to another school is also due to this.

If the reason is a private matter at home, Xiao Lang's attitude is not difficult to understand, and he also has no reason to delve into it. Curiosity always has a limit.

The front row started to be noisy again, and several students gathered together to guess who the No.1 of this monthly exam would be.

This is a practice before the No. [-] middle school exam. Small groups gather together to guess the ranking. The stakes are not important, the key is the atmosphere. It is rare to have any earth-shattering events in the student days. The exam results can be regarded as the most dazzling part of it.

Among the top few in class six, Zhou Wenhao was the one who received the most attention. Although his grades fluctuated greatly, he always performed well in the key entrance exams.

"Brother Yang, guess who?" Liu Xiaodao turned around and asked Su Mianyang.

"Huh?" Su Mianyang came back to his senses.

"No.1 in this test, who do you think is the most likely?" Zhang Haichao, who was very curious, repeated the question before Liu Xiaodao could repeat it.

"I bet on Zhou Wenhao. His grades are always higher and lower. Last time he failed the exam. I think this time there will be a play."

"Oh, what are you talking about..." Su Mianyang shifted his gaze indifferently, "Xiao Lang."

"Damn it, why did I forget the legend of our deskmate? I changed and bet on Xiao Lang." Zhang Haichao patted his head and said.

Su Mianyang looked at Xiao Lang.

Even though he was about to start preparing for the exam after the self-study get out of class, this student who was in the center of attention did not show any abnormality at all. He still maintained the original standard sitting posture and read books, as if he didn't care about the exam at all.

Su Mianyang kicked Zhang Haichao's stool to signal him to move forward, and after easily stepping over to Zhang Haichao's position, he stopped beside Xiao Lang.

Ignoring the one-person space behind Xiao Lang, Su Mianyang reached out and patted Xiao Lang's shoulder, "Little classmate, excuse me."

Xiao Lang obviously paused when he heard this title, but he still didn't say anything, and got up to make room for Su Mianyang.

After Su Mianyang came back from the outside and still called him by this title, Xiao Lang finally raised his eyes to look at him, and there was no emotion in his voice, "My surname is similar to the four syllables, so I pronounce it once as my surname."

"I'm sorry, my elementary school Chinese was taught by the physical education teacher, and I didn't learn pinyin, so you should take care of it." Su Mianyang said.

Xiao Lang: "..."