The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In the back row, Wang Junlin poked Wu Fei's arm, and said with a worried face, "Da Fei, where is Brother Han, do you think they will be fine?"

Wu Fei rolled his eyes: "What can happen, you think Wen Xueba is you, and you can be aroused at any time."

"That's right," Wang Junlin nodded in agreement, and then said, "I'm not afraid. Li Shuyi can say that, I'm afraid that Wen Xueba is not his opponent."

Wu Fei stopped playing with his mobile phone, glanced at the direction of the office, then looked at Wang Junlin and said sympathetically, "Old Wang, you don't have to worry about this, even if you are not an opponent, there are still people covering you."

Wang Junlin reacted for a second, stood up and said three "huh" words again and again.

It was him who lost the light bulb, forgetting that there is still a big Buddha like Jiang Han.

In the office, Zhou Miao explained the reason for calling them here.

There is an English competition in May, at the provincial level, but there is only one class, and you can only choose one of them.

If it was an ordinary English competition, Zhou Miao would not invite them to come, but if this competition wins, it will help the independent enrollment of the third year of high school, and it is a rare opportunity.

"You are all excellent, and you usually work very hard, but there is only one place."

Zhou Miao looked at the two of them and continued: "The preparation time is two months. I wanted to reconsider and tell you, but this kind of competition has been prepared early. You two are the best in English in our class, so I will also choose one of you to participate."

With that said, Zhou Miao took out the entry form, and then took out the report cards of several exams in the previous semester.

The two stood quietly in the office, Wen Yan's expression didn't change. Li Shuyi's eyes lit up when he saw the registration form, and then he secretly glanced at Wen Yan beside him, and bit his lower lip lightly.

"You are all good at English, but there is only one place."

Zhou Miao looked at the report card, tapped the table, and seemed to be in deep thought: "I hope that no matter who goes, you will not have any thoughts about the other party because of this."

"Academic Committee."

Zhou Miao suddenly called Li Shuyi's name.

Li Shuyi raised his head. Although he hid it well, it was not difficult to see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

"I took several exams last semester. I read your test papers, and some of the marks that should have been scored were wrong."

Zhou Miao looked directly at Li Shuyi, although his tone was not critical, but it was enough to make him feel ashamed: "You never made such a mistake before, I hope you can find a reason to adjust this semester, and adjust your mentality." come over."

"So for this competition, classmate Wen Yan is more suitable than you."

Zhou Miao calmly announced the candidate.

The office was quiet for a few seconds, Li Shuyi's face was ashen, his nails dug into his palm.

Afterwards, Zhou Miao asked, "Academic Committee, do you have any doubts?"

Li Shuyi shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "No..."

He understood that the candidate had been decided long ago, but Zhou Miao called him to the office because of his face, so as not to embarrass him too much.

Zhou Miao turned her gaze to Wen Yan and said, "Your basic grammar is very solid. You don't need to prepare too much for these two months. Just focus on listening. I will give you some competition materials later."

Coming out of the office, the school bell has already rang.

The setting sun shrouded the evening, making the campus very quiet, and the two returned to the classroom one after the other.

When passing by the playground, Li Shuyi stopped Wen Yan.

It was the first time for him to look at the person who pulled him down from the altar like this, neither humble nor overbearing, neither happy nor angry.

Even when he got the chance to participate in the competition that he had always dreamed of, he had a flat look on his face.

To him, it seemed like an ordinary thing.

Anger and unwillingness burned him unbearably, but he had to admit that Wen Yan was better than him.

And this position should have been his, if this person had never appeared.

"Congratulations, you got this quota."

Wen Yan looked at him without saying a word.

Li Shuyi smiled, obviously gnashing his teeth so hard, yet he still pretended to be doing nothing.

The jealousy and anger in my heart will burn to the heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

Li Shuyi gritted his teeth and said, "People like you are really annoying. You are obviously very happy, but you always have such a superior attitude."

On the other side of the playground, Luo Qing glanced in one direction after passing the ball.

After a few minutes, he lifted up his clothes and wiped his sweat, ran to Jiang Han and whispered, "Brother Han, do you think that is Wen Xueba?"

Today's Jiang Han is not wearing a school uniform, just a pair of ordinary black short-sleeved sweatpants, with wristbands on his hands.Even so, it is not difficult to see the tall and straight figure of the young man.

The slender height brings a good advantage, combined with the skilled skills, let him stand out on the court as a whole.

Different from his usual laziness, Jiang Han, who plays seriously, is a little more casual and uninhibited, adding a touch of youthful sexiness, reckless and flamboyant.

He stopped and looked in Wen Yan's direction, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you jealous?"

Wen Yan said suddenly.

The sudden blunt piercing made Li Shuyi's expression even more embarrassing, and even his chest heaved violently.

"Shouldn't I be jealous! If it wasn't for you, this spot should have been mine."

Wen Yan looked at him for a few seconds: "Nothing is what it should be. If you want it, you can fight for it with your strength, instead of venting your anger at others, which will only make people look down on you even more."

There was no contempt in the words, but a fact that was calmly stated.

But these words were like a slap in the face, heavily slapping Li Shuyi's face.

Wen Yan was unwilling to respond to his provocation, and he didn't even get emotional.

He is completely lost.

After a long time, Li Shuyi asked dejectedly: "Didn't you have anything to be jealous of since you were a child?"

He really admires Wen Yan now, he has cultivated himself to the extreme.

These words stunned the calm Wen Yan for a moment, and after a few seconds he smiled and said, "Yes, people have seven emotions and six desires, how could there be no envy and envy."

It's just that he doesn't even have the right to be envious or jealous, because it doesn't belong to him in the first place.

This time it was Li Shuyi's turn to be dumb, he still wanted to speak again, when a basketball hit him, brushed against his toes, and rolled a few more times.

"What are you talking about? So happy."

Jiang Han stood under the basketball court full of vigor, squinting his eyes and smiling.The setting sun shone on him, as if casting a layer of golden light on the young man.

Li Shuyi: "..."

I can't tell you had a good time chatting.

"At the same table, can I pick up the ball?"

A clear voice sounded, so bright that it pierced through the setting sun in spring.

Wen Yan bent down to pick up the ball, and as soon as he stood up, someone grabbed his shoulders.

Wen Yan paused, then pushed Jiang Han's hand off his body in disgust, and stood a little further away.

Jiang Han's face was hurt instantly: "Yanyan, you actually dislike me..."

Wen Yan didn't bother to talk to him.

Jiang Han resumed his seriousness, and said to Li Shuyi: "Oh, just now Lao Jiang said that this class is about hygiene, and other people can move freely."

Li Shuyi was not stupid, he could see that Jiang Han was swearing his sovereignty.

He glanced at the two of them, said "yes", and left without looking back.

After Li Shuyi left, Wen Yan said, "Why are you targeting him?"

Jiang Han held the basketball and twirled it on his fingertips, and said in a gag tone: "Why should I target him, isn't this a slippery hand."

Wen Yan: "..."

Hand sliding can slide from the west to the east of the playground.

However, this feeling of being protected by someone made Wen Yan feel a numb warmth creeping up his heart, and his heart beat clearly for no reason.

"Don't do that next time." Wen Yan lowered his eyes, "We didn't talk about anything just now."

Although the tone was slightly reproachful, Jiang Han heard the hidden meaning.

Doing so will have a bad influence and will easily attract hatred.

He was happy again, and the depression of being disliked just now was swept away, and he made a beautiful dribble to Wen Yan like a peacock spreading his tail.

"Don't be too moved at the same table. In return, come and watch me play more next time, and I will blow the crowd."

The conversation changed, and she began to be miserable again: "Every time after playing, they have girlfriends who bring water, but I don't. Woooooo... Yanyan, I'm so miserable, you haven't even brought me water... ..."

Wen Yan glanced at him: "They are girlfriends delivering water, what am I?"

Jiang Han was taken aback, blinked and said, "How can you compare with them, we grew up together as childhood sweethearts..."

Wen Yan already ignored him and walked forward, Jiang Han shouted behind him: "Isn't this affection enough..."