The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In the third quarter, the opposite side was still pulling people, this time with a goal, several people stared at Jiang Han.Jiang Han was injured, his speed slowed down, and the score was very tight.

After a Jiang Han grabbed the ball and crossed the half court, Jiang Han suddenly stopped with his hands on his legs.

"Brother Han!"

Wu Fei shouted immediately.

"Brother Han! Can you still fight!"

Luo Qing panted and ran over quickly to ask.

The people below also sweated one after another: "Brother Han, are you okay!"

"If you really can't change someone, don't hold on."

Everyone hurried over.

Wen Yan stood where he was, curled his hands unconsciously, and looked closely at Jiang Han.

About ten seconds later, Jiang Han stood up, shook his head at everyone, and signaled that he was fine.

He returned a comforting look to Wen Yan.

The game continues.

Wen Yan suddenly relaxed, and looked at the art academy for a few seconds.

There were no mistakes, and the third quarter ended smoothly.

The score was 57 to [-], temporarily leading by seven points.

Coming down from the field, Jiang Han frowned faintly, huge beads of sweat emerged from his head, and his whole body was a bit cold.

It was a sign of his anger.

"Does it really matter?"

Wen Yan asked.

"Let's talk when we're done."

Jiang Han's voice softened, and he began to sell miserably: "Yanyan, I want you to accompany me to the hospital later, I can't refuse."

"Small poverty."

Wen Yan pushed away his glued hand: "Does it hurt badly? I told you I can fuck."

Jiang Han was very helpful: "No, those people play like rats in the gutter, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Academy of Arts fell behind, and they changed a few players to play again.The goal is still very clear, hold Jiang Han, grab the ball and score the basket.

Compared with the third quarter, Jiang Han's speed was much faster.

Everyone cooperated to pass the ball to Jiang Han, and Jiang Han dribbled the ball and shot.

The score gradually opened up, unable to delay Jiang Han, they turned their targets to Wu Fei and Luo Qing.During a pitch, someone hit Luo Qing's foot through the referee's blind spot.

The ball was taken away, and Jiang Han quickly snatched it back.

At the same time, Luo Qing fell to the ground in pain due to leg cramps.

The game was suspended, and everyone gathered around.

Leg cramps are very common when playing basketball, and the referee stretched Luo Qing.After a while, the game continued.

In the last 5 minutes, the gap has widened, and it will be more difficult to recover.

The Academy of Art was a little anxious, and began to make obvious fouls and delay time.

Several free throws were made, and several players were changed in turn.

In the last 3 minutes, Jiang Han scored several three-pointers.

They were going to smash the jar, and they hit Jiang Han's injured ankle when Jiang Han threw the ball carelessly, and Jiang Han didn't let go of the ball in his hand.

Just when everyone thought the ball would not go in, the ball went into the basket.

The game has reached the final climax, and this ball almost won the applause of the whole house.

"Jiang Han! Awesome!!!"

After throwing the ball, Jiang Han supported his knee with his right hand, sweat dripped down the corner of his jaw, closed his eyes and endured the severe pain for a second, then stood up and continued playing as if nothing had happened.

This blatant bumping behavior almost caused public outrage, and the referee cleared the offender.

In the last few tens of seconds, the people on the other side changed almost all over, and there was no one who could make a move, only one pioneer remained.

The score was pulled by more than ten points.

Countdown to three seconds!

Jiang Han dribbled the ball for another half.

The forward on the opposite side bumped into to grab the ball.

The shouts on the field reached an unprecedented climax.

During the shot, two bodies collided—

At that second, the air seemed to be quiet, and all movements were magnified and slowed down.

——Jiang Han made a perfect layup!

The man was knocked out.

At the end of the game, everyone present stood up excitedly.

"Ahhhhh! Jiang Han is amazing!!!"

On the basketball court, amidst the cheers that shook the sky.

Jiang Han flirtatiously and arrogantly gestured with his right hand towards the Academy of Art with two fingers pointing down.

Then, full of confidence, he made a cool gesture of nodding in Wen Yan's direction.

That arrogant appearance is just short of the temperament of "Brother is the most handsome in the world".

Publicity and reckless, dazzling dazzling.

Wen Yan's heart beat lightly again, he could feel his heart throbbing.

"Oh oh oh! Brother Han, you are my God!"

Wang Junlin rushed forward, full of anger, immersed in the joy of winning: "From now on, when I see them, I will curse and eat shit."

"Haozi, Dafei, Tongluoshao, □□, I love you all!"

"Go away, disgusting!"

Luo Qing smiled and kicked him away: "Today's anger can shorten my life by ten years, so fucking comfortable."

It was not easy to win the game, everyone came and cheered and celebrated around the basketball players.

The boys frolicked regardless of the severity, and threw him up directly.

"One! Two! Three! Throw—"

"Hey! Take it easy..."

Wu Fei almost fell down by accident, so he yelled loudly.

"It's really cool! The Academy of Art probably can't hold its head up now."

"Teaching them to be human with their tails between their legs in the future will have a reputation that will last forever."

"But I'm still angry, even if I find out, it's nothing..."

Everyone was indignant, Jiang Han was injured, and no one dared to carry him.

Jiang Han walked aside, Wu Fei asked in confusion: "Brother Han, do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"

"With Wen Xueba here, I don't want you anymore." Wang Junlin interjected, returning everything he had learned before.

Wu Fei scolded: "Old Wang, you have become smarter."

"What makes you smart! I've always been smart, okay..."

On the other side, Jiang Han stretched out his hand towards Wen Yan: "Yanyan, I can't walk anymore."

Wen Yan went over to caress him, looked at the swollen ankle, frowned and asked, "Can you go?"

"You can help me to go."

The collision just now was really serious, a hole was cut, and now blood is oozing out.

A girl was frightened and hurriedly handed over the gauze.

Wen Yan said thank you, and helped him out of the gymnasium.

On the way, I simply bandaged it and took a taxi to the hospital.

Jiang Han enjoyed the whole process like an old man.

When I arrived at the hospital, a film was taken, and the doctor asked how it was done.

Jiang Han said to play basketball.

The middle-aged doctor watched the film again, then turned to look at Jiang Han: "Young man, not bad. I can bear it."

Jiang Han said that he no longer felt it.

It hurts so bad I can't feel it anymore.

"I had a broken bone before, and now I have a bit of a broken bone."

The doctor took a pen and wrote on the form: "There is no need for surgery. There is too much bruising, take the form to pay for stitches, and rest for a month."

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Han through his glasses again: "You are not allowed to play for a month. There are many lessons learned from the past. By then, it will not be as simple as a broken bone."

Jiang Han nodded honestly.

Wen Yan took the form, said thank you, and went out to pay the fee.

After walking two steps, Jiang Han followed behind him.

Wen Yan turned his head: "You wait here."

Jiang Han said "oh", and didn't turn around until Wen Yan's back was out of sight.

A few minutes later, Wen Yan came back with something.

He helped Jiang Han to the makeshift operating room for stitches.

There were six stitches in total, and they were already bandaged when they came out.

"Okay, let's go home." Wen Yan said.

"I haven't eaten the wonton yet." Jiang Han replied.

Wen Yan's expression obviously flashed a touch of speechlessness: "Jump to eat?"

Jiang Han looked eagerly: "It's agreed."

Wen Yan took a deep breath: "Okay, let's go."

After leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the wonton shop and ordered two bowls of wontons.

After a lot of tossing, Wen Yan was also hungry, so he quietly and focused on eating the hot wontons.

Wen Yan eats very elegantly, chewing slowly.

Jiang Han's eyes stayed on Wen Yan's rosy lips for a few seconds, and then looked away again.

"Who is Zhang Yi?"

Wen Yan glanced at him: "Former classmate."

"Are you in a good relationship?"

"Ordinary classmate."

"Oh, what about Xiao Qi?"

Wen Yan didn't speak.

Jiang Han didn't ask any more questions, and hopped on one leg to pay the bill.

After eating the wontons, the two took a taxi home.

When he arrived at the community, Wen Yan was afraid that Jiang Han would mess up, so he reminded him of the precautions again.Jiang Han listened carefully.

After a while, Jiang Han asked, "What time do you leave tomorrow?"

Wen Yan thought for a while and said, "It's eight o'clock."

Jiang Han nodded.

When he walked to the unit building, Wen Yan received a wechat message.

Jiang Han sent a WeChat transfer with two cute emoticons attached.

Wen Yan accepted the transfer, but didn't reply to the emoji.

When he got home, Wen Yan fed the cats and dogs.

Since he was sterilized during the winter vacation, Datou didn't like to go out very much. He stayed at home most of the time, and his personality became more docile.

Someone knocked on the door, and Wen Yan got up to open it.

Jiang Ping stood at the door, holding a soup bag in his hand.

"Come in." Wen Yan said.

Jiang Ping took the initiative to change his shoes, and when he came in, he asked, "You... your things, pack them up, okay, okay?"

"There's nothing to clean up."

Jiang Ping would come to Wen Yan's house occasionally, not many times, usually when he forgot his keys.Sometimes there was a lot of noise downstairs, and she would carefully and shyly ask Wen Yan if he could stay with him later.

Even if they came, it was just to tease Xiao Qi and Da Tou, or to sit on the sofa and draw quietly, for fear of disturbing Wen Yan.

Wen Yan usually would not refuse. If he didn't eat, he would cook both of them's meals. In return, Jiang Ping would always bring some snacks to Xiao Qi, and Xiao Qi liked him very much.

This is a grateful and delicate boy.

A few days ago, Yang Qian happened to come to his house and overheard about the competition. He wanted to send Xiaoqi and Datou to Yang Qian for a few days, so he offered to come up to feed them every day.

Looking at him with sincere eyes, Wen Yan couldn't refuse for a while, so he agreed.

Jiang Ping also came more frequently these days.

After entering, Jiang Ping squatted aside and teased and fed the soup dumpling to Xiao Qi.

Xiaoqi is very happy every time he sees him, and circles around the living room.

Jiang Ping got up and saw the trophy in the corner of the living room.

After looking at it for a while, I said with sincere envy: "Wow, you are so... so, so amazing."

The trophies are all from the first and second grades of elementary school, both at the school level and at the provincial level. There are also piano and violin certificates. They are placed there and have not been moved for a long time.

"You, you, you know how to play the piano." Jiang Ping said in surprise, "No, no, I've seen you play it before."

"It's been a long time, I don't play much."

Wen Yan walked in from the balcony and said.

In fact, after Wen Yu passed away, he stopped playing, not because he missed or couldn't forget, but because he didn't have the person who taught him anymore.

Wen Yu taught him to play the piano.

Wen Yu's piano attainments are very high, and Wen Yan has perfectly inherited her talent.

I have passed the eighth grade of piano in elementary school.

"You're really, really good and amazing."

Jiang Ping's eyes were full of admiration, revealing a faint longing: "This, competition, competition, is also very difficult. Those who can go are all, boss."

Wen Yan smiled: "You can do it too, your paintings are very good."

Suddenly being praised, the boy's face turned red instantly, and he was so nervous that he stood up: "I, I, I can't..."

"There is nothing that can't be done, as long as you have faith."

Jiang Ping was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard such words for the first time.

After reacting for a while, I lowered my head and said: "I, I, go back, go back first, my sister is off, off school."

When the boy left, he closed the door and put his shoes on lightly.

Since childhood, Wen Yan has always received the affirmation from his surroundings, but it is strange that he can empathize with Jiang Ping's heart.

Always denied, and never affirmed.

So I have always been cautious about the outside world.