The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

A Sichuan restaurant, reserved a seat in advance, and the dishes are served quickly.

Throughout the whole process, Wen Yan and Yang Qian were chatting.

Jiang Han seldom got in the way.

Yang Qian: "Put the game disc in yours first, lest my dad say it again."

Wen Yan: "OK."

Yang Qian: "Oh, that's right. Zhang Yi also went to the competition and said he wanted to return some notes to you."

Wen Yan: "Okay, you don't have to pay it back."

Yang Qian: "It's been a long time since I went to see Xiao Qi, is she getting fat again?"

Wen Yan: "I have gained a lot of weight, and my appetite has not been very good recently."

Yang Qian: "Having a bad appetite and gaining weight, did you sneak out?"

Wen Yan hesitated: "It should be... No, I've been quite peaceful when I go home recently."

Jiang Han listened all the way, and wanted to ask who Xiao Qi was, but the words were still stuck in his throat.

Wen Yan said, "Have you finished eating? Then go back after eating. The competition is about to start."

Jiang Han silently put away the chopsticks with the food, and got up to pay the bill.

After Jiang Han went down, Yang Qian was amazed and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Yan, how did you tame him, he looks like a little widow out of favor."

Wen Yan's expression was as usual: "The relationship is average, and I haven't accepted it."

After paying the bill and returning, Jiang Han almost lost his feet when he heard the phrase "the relationship is average", and his face was twisted into a twist.

Yang Qian coughed and tried his best to hold back a smile: "I won't go to the next game, you guys go. It's heartbreaking to watch."

When passing by Jiang Han, he said again: "Brother. Thank you, I will take care of you next time."

Back to the gymnasium, Jiang Han followed Wen Yan with his head drooping.

Like a frustrated little wolfhound.

He might have a vague premonition to know why Wen Yan ignored him.

But the answer is like a cloud of hazy fog, which makes people unable to see through it, and their hearts are confused instead.

The game started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were more and more people in the gymnasium.

Wen Yan sat on the steps and played with his mobile phone.

Jiang Han leaned closer: "Yanyan, why don't you eat wontons this afternoon?"

"Old Li's wontons are very delicious."

"The filling is thick but the skin is thin, and the meat is very fresh."

"Purely hand-made, the last time I bought it for you is from that house..."

Jiang Han rambled on for a while, and Wen Yan finally said "yes".

Jiang Han was overjoyed, and carefully said: "Yanyan...then don't you get angry?"

Wen Yan paused, and his voice was a little cold: "Who is angry?"

Jiang Han immediately said: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the grand occasion of the gymnasium was still there, and there was an endless stream of people who came to watch.

The referee blows the whistle and serves, and the finals officially begin.

Xue Lei's small trumpet played a role at this moment. Whenever the opponent got the ball and wanted to throw it, he squatted under the ball hoop and shouted.

"Brother Han! Fuck them to death!"

"On the other side, your pants fell off."

"The butt. Butt. Groove is exposed."

Although there is no real impact if you are shameless, everyone will pay attention to it subconsciously. If the pants really fall off, they will run naked.

As a result, the opponent slipped a few balls.

"Fatty man, shut that stinky mouth!"

Someone rushed over angrily.

"Why, let's not let people talk about playing dirty balls."

"People's eyes are sharp."

Xue Lei looked huge, but he moved very nimbly, he couldn't catch anyone at all, and the other side was angry and anxious.

"Nice job! Fatty!"

Wang Junlin snatched the trumpet and yelled a few words to vent his anger.

"A gentleman is magnanimous, and a villain is tall. Have you had children?"

"Don't point at me, I don't talk to dogs, I say dogs are flattering you!"

"Do you think you are awesome? You grew up so big after eating shit in the latrine."

Although the words were harsh, it was very cool to scold.

The Academy of Art has lost support, and many people are applauding.

It only said that you can't fight, but you don't say you can't swear.

The faces of the group of people in the art academy turned pale, and the referee's face was also frozen.

At the end of the first quarter, the opponent is still a three-in-one series of scratching, tripping, and besieging.

Intermission is 5 minutes.

Several people came down from the field full of anger, and they were all painted.

Luo Qing kicked the steps angrily: "Fuck! I really want to go up and hit someone. Brother Han, they are trying to get people to end on purpose, you have to be careful."

Wu Fei followed gloomily and said, "I see, someone stomped on Jiang Han's leg on purpose."

"It's fucking annoying."

Luo Qing turned around: "Brother Han, you have to be careful."

A blood mark was caught on the corner of Jiang Han's eye, which barely passed by, making him look a little more hostile and cold.

His eyes were calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Be careful, don't let them touch you."

5 minutes passed quickly, and the second quarter began.

After playing for 3 minutes, there was a conflict on the field.

Luo Qing held a man by the collar and said viciously, "I hit you and paralyzed me!"

The man looked indifferent and raised his hand: "Did anyone see it? The referee didn't blow it."

Luo Qing wanted to hit someone, the referee and others surrounded him and pulled him away.

Jiang Han rubbed his wrist to appease Luo Qing, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't worry, help me stop someone."

The opposite side is yin to yin, but the overall strength is not strong.

Jiang Han was very fast, except for the ball that was knocked off maliciously, he basically scored.

The score is now 37 to 32, very tight.

Halftime ends, 15 minutes rest.

Jiang Han didn't see Wen Yan when he came down, so he found out that he went to the toilet after asking.

Jiang Han got up to go to the bathroom.

The gloomy eyes from the Academy of Arts stuck to Jiang Han again, hiding in the crowd, like shipworms waiting to be dispatched.

Jiang Han snorted disdainfully, and went to the toilet without stopping.

After putting the water out, he didn't see Wen Yan, and was about to send a message to ask where he was.

The lights suddenly went dark.

The corner of Jiang Han's mouth parted into a faint sarcasm.

Under the light of the mobile phone, Ling Li's eyebrows and eyes were reflected, and there was a different kind of blunt taste.

Someone in the cubicle was using the toilet, talking obscenities.

"Hey, why is there no light?"

"I don't know, maybe it's malfunctioning."

"Oh, what did I just say, men and women are actually the same after taking off their clothes..."

"Hahahaha... Which one are you looking at this time?"

"Hahaha...don't dare to say, do you know who the one going to the toilet in front is?"

"Come in and meet that one, you think everyone is gay like you..."

"You don't understand this, he looks gay at first glance hahaha...don't say, his skin is quite fair..."

Hearing this, Jiang Han's hand holding the phone tightened suddenly.

"Then you don't want to make a move, the scourge is so beautiful... It's devoid of conscience..."

"You don't dare, people from the Chi family." The boy's voice was a little softer when he said this, "I can make you unable to stay any longer with just a flick of a finger... It's not just me, there are many people who secretly think about him."

"What's the name, Wen Yan hahaha... That cold appearance must be very..."

After the words fell, the screen of the mobile phone in Jiang Han's hand was suddenly crushed.

His face was extremely gloomy for an instant, and the surrounding area exuded a frighteningly deep cold air.

There were only 3 minutes until the second half of the game, when everyone couldn't find Jiang Han, they were about to send someone to ask him.

There was a noise from the toilet, and screams came out.

Everyone in the third class changed their faces, and the art academy smiled triumphantly.

Wen Yan came in after shopping outside and was about to go back when he heard a cry.

Turning around, I went to the direction of the toilet.

Jiang Han came out with his legs on his knees, and when he saw Wen Yan, he immediately said pitifully, "Yanyan... I'm hurt." There were tears in his eyes.

He hung on Wen Yan, looking as if he couldn't walk: "You help me go back..."

Wen Yan frowned, reached out to help him, and asked, "What's going on, is it serious?"

Jiang Han said pitifully: "Should be able to persist until the end of the fight."

After a while, everyone gathered around.

"Brother Han, how did you get hurt?"

"It's really shitty, they must have done it!"

"Fuck! Don't let me catch them walking around at night."

Security guards and leaders came over to understand the situation and asked Jiang Han what was going on.

"The light in the toilet is off, someone attacked me." Jiang Han said, "I'm defending myself."

After speaking, two boys came out of the toilet.

In fact, one had a pale face, covered his belly with his hands, and was hunched over and couldn't stand up at all.

"Is what he said true?"

One of the organizers sternly interrogated.

The two boys had the look of fear for the rest of their life after a catastrophe.

Just thinking about Jiang Han's gloomy, desperate look in the toilet just now made them tremble with fear.

When asked about it, I wanted to shake my head and deny it.

Facing Shang Jiang Han's indifferent eyes, they obviously had no emotions, but they made a layer of cold sweat break out on their backs for no reason.

I can only bite the bullet and admit: "Yes... yes, I did it."

This statement is obviously not very credible, no matter how they look at it, they are all the ones who were beaten.

But it was impossible to distinguish quickly.

The organizer asked again with obvious doubts: "You really did it, there is no other secret?"

The injured boy glanced at Jiang Han, gritted his teeth and admitted: "We did it, Jiang Han is in self-defense!"

"Which school?"

The organizer asked with a blue face.

The boy hesitated and said, "Art, Academy of Art."

Hearing this, the organizer's face turned greener.

This game was full of complaints, and there was another charge of "intentional assault". Regardless of whether it was the Art Academy or not, the charge was "pressed".

But the game is about to start, so we can only put it on hold for now and investigate later.

"Play the game first, and this matter will be found out."

A group of people dispersed, and Jiang Han hung on Wen Yan and walked back to his seat.

When passing by the art academy, he glanced deeply over there.

The ankle was swollen, obviously clubbed, over an old wound.

It had begun to become congested and bruised, with blood oozing from the surface.

The opposite side obviously came prepared.

The game was postponed for 10 minutes, and Xue Lei brought ice cubes to reduce swelling and cool down.

"Fuck. I'm about to explode, I've never been so aggrieved since I was a child!"

"I knew that nothing good happened to their art academy, and it was all riding on my head."

"Those who don't know think that we are easy to bully."

Wang Junlin was jumping on the spot and cursing non-stop.

The voice of indignation was also aroused for a while.

"Can you still fight? If not, change someone."

Wen Yan frowned and looked at Jiang Han's ankle, his slightly frown revealed a hint of worry.

Although he was beaten, he could get a word of concern from Wen Yan.

Jiang Han was a little happy again: "I can still play, and it's not like I haven't been injured. Temporary substitutions can't be played now, and I should get them back for the next two quarters."

He was still laughing and joking when he was injured, that's the only person who could do it.

Wen Yan pursed his lips and said, "If it doesn't work, then... I'll call you."

Jiang Han's eyes lit up, and he was a little surprised: "Yanyan, you are concerned about me. Don't worry, I'm fine, just watch me fight."

The referee blew his whistle and the third quarter began.

When Jiang Han was about to go on stage, Wen Yan called him to stop, and took out a band-aid from his hand: "Put the wound on the corner of the eye, it's easy to get infected."

Jiang Han cheered up, and put his face in front of Wen Yan: "Are you going to buy me a band-aid?"

Wen Yan pushed it away with his hand: "Do you want it?"

"Yes." Jiang Han looked at Cheng Liang and said coquettishly, "You can post it for me."

Wen Yan showed helplessness in his eyes, and reached out to help him paste it.

Jiang Han entered the stage with full satisfaction.