"Damn!" Wan Fei was running with his right rib on his face, and turned his face and saw Qiu Yi, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Where is this grandson looking for a blow?"

Qiu Yi was still wearing a mask and could see half of the gauze exposed beside his left eye.

Bian Nan didn't say anything and ran forward. He didn't know what it meant to be here, fighting, demonstrating, provoking?

Wan Fei cursed quietly all the way with a very upset.

“欠揍呢,昨儿晚上那一下没把脑袋给丫抽开瓢了不爽呢,”跑了一圈儿之后万飞还在骂,对于一个打架斗狠从来没占过下风的人来说,昨天被邱奕抽的那一棍子简直比初恋还让人念念不能忘,“我要不是……我操他怎么还在!”

When Bian Nan heard Wan Fei's movement, he raised his eyes and glanced at the previous position. He was surprised to find that Qiu Yi was still there, still looking at this place with his hands in his pockets.

"What is he doing?" Bian Nan couldn't help asking.

"Who knows," Wan Fei paused, leaned into his ear and lowered his voice, "Are you here?"

Bian Nanchong Wanfei grinned and smiled without saying a word.

The incident last night was caused by Pan Yifeng. He and Qiu Yi probably had a grudge against him before, but in theory, Qiu Yi had already cleaned up Pan Yifeng and was still very careful. He did not even come out to run around today. Even if he wanted to go to the other party's territory to provoke, it would be Pan Yifeng.

Bian Nan also felt that Qiu Yi was probably coming for him because of the stick yesterday.

He turned his head and stared at Qiu Yi.

The road is very narrow, and the distance between them is not far. Biannan can even see Qiu Yi's light brown eyes shining in the sun.

Qiu Yi's eyes met him, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the gauze on his face.

"You should live!" Bian Nan's shoulder was still hurting severely, but he didn't want to point at his shoulder, making it look like a friendly exchange, so he cursed and turned around and continued to run forward.

The running team turned around in front and ran out of sight. Qiu Yi lowered his head and took out his cell phone that had been ringing in his pocket for a long time, and looked at the number. It was Zhang Xiaorong.

"Hmm?" He took off his mask and answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Zhang Xiaorong asked.

"In front of Xiaofu Supermarket." Qiu Yi said.

Zhang Xiaorong was obviously stunned on the other side: "Why are you there?"

"Looking at the scenery," Qiu Yi said, "Can you get there in ten minutes?"

Zhang Xiaorong didn't say anything, as if he was hesitating. When Qiu Yi was about to hang up the phone directly, she said, "Okay, then wait for me."

"Yes." Qiu Yi hung up the phone, put on his mask, and continued to look across the street.

Zhang Xiaorong pressed her to the supermarket for ten minutes. After seeing Qiu Yi, she closed her hair and said with a smile: "Why did you come here?"

"This is close to your school." Qiu Yi said, and it was obvious that Zhang Xiaorong had dressed up seriously and was very beautiful.

"What's wrong with your face?" Zhang Xiaorong looked at the gauze on his face, "It was yesterday..."

"What do you want to give me?" Qiu Yi interrupted her and asked.

"Let me go back to school first," Zhang Xiaorong didn't ask again tactfully, and looked across the street, "Have you eaten the Xiaolongbao at the gate of our school? It's delicious."

"What do you want to give me?" Qiu Yi asked again.

"I'll give it to you after breakfast. You can treat me to Xiaolongbao first." Zhang Xiaorong smiled with her hands behind her back.

Qiu Yi didn't say anything or move, and he still looked at her.

A few seconds later, she reached out and put the things in her hand in Qiu Yi's hand: "I made a few of them and I was so clumsy to send my classmates. Don't laugh at me."

Qiu Yi looked at the things in his hand. It was a handmade black fluff keychain.

"Thank you," Qiu Yi looked back and forth with the keychain, "I'm pretty good at hand."

"I have the right hands..." Before Zhang Xiaorong finished speaking, she looked up at the opposite street, and suddenly she hid behind him with a little stiff expression, "I'm stupid."

Qiu Yi didn't look across the street, turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaorong and smiled: "I'm afraid he will see it?"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaorong smiled and looked at the opposite side again, "Who?"

"Biannan." Qiu Yi said.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaorong lowered her head and pulled her coat, frowned, "Why am I afraid that he will see it? He is not someone I am."

"Is that right?" Qiu Yi smiled with his lips, turned the bicycle and stepped onto the car, "Come on."

Zhang Xiaorong hesitated for a moment, and sat in the back seat with Qiu Yi's waist.

Bian Nan threw the lunch box onto the dining table, and slid the lunch box in front of Wan Fei opposite him. Wan Fei stretched out a finger and pressed the lunch box: "Don't eat it? I won't eat it."

"Whatever." Bian Nan's face was not very good-looking and he smashed the spoon into the lunch box.

The porridge in the lunch box splashed on Wan Fei's hand. He tskated and rubbed his backhand on his clothes: "I don't think you are too concerned about Zhang Xiaorong, why are you so angry now?"

"These two things," Bian Nan took the lunch box in anger to himself, "You think this person is so naive!"

"You are very naive to be angry about this," Wan Fei looked at the lunch box, "I won't give it to me again?"

"I want to buy it myself," Bian Nan lowered his head and took a bite of the bun, "What's wrong with me? I'm at the age of being fucking childish."

The morning cultural class is sleeping time for Wan Fei. He slept on the table in a dark and snoring manner. Fortunately, he sat in the last row. As long as the teacher was not so quarrel that he couldn't continue to teach, he was too lazy to care about the class.

Bian Nan took out his cell phone and placed it next to Wan Fei's face for two minutes. He took two more pictures of Wan Fei's sleeping scenes that were not worthy of the audience, and then leaned on the chair and watched the teacher in a daze.

Biannan rarely sleeps in class. Even if he is too sleepy, he can't sleep. He usually stares at the teacher in a daze. Their newly assigned young Chinese teacher said, Biannan, if you want to listen to the class, you can look outside the window. If you stare at me like this, I thought you were going to come up and fight me.

Bian Nan was stunned at the teacher all morning, and Wan Fei slept all morning. During the last class, he couldn't stand the English teacher's snoring anymore. He pointed at Wan Fei and said, "Let him wake up, forget it if he sleeps, he's going to snoring and catches the radio!"

Bian Nan pushed Wan Fei, and Wan Fei muttered a few words with an unhappy look on his face, but he didn't wake up.

Bian Nan took a tissue and kneaded it into two balls and stuffed it into his nostrils. Wan Fei carried it for about ten seconds and was woken up.

After class at noon, Bian Nan showed Wan Fei the photos on his mobile phone: "Send them to Xu Rui later."

"You're still alive if you are a human being!" Wan Fei pointed at him.

"No." Bian Nan smiled. Just as he was about to play the recording for Wan Fei to listen to, his cell phone rang and a phone number came in. It was his father.

He answered the phone: "Dad."

"Auntie said you won't go home this week?" My father's voice came over.

"Yes," Bian Nan stood up and walked out of the classroom and leaned against the corridor railing, "Do you go back and fight with Bian Hao?"

"You said this," my dad sighed, "Brothers say they can fight all day long."

"You are the only one in the family who thinks I am brothers," said Bian Nan, "Don't you reflect on it?"

"Don't talk to me in this tune. Don't you go back or not. I'll pick you up in the afternoon, let's have a meal." My dad's tone was not a discussion, and he hung up the phone without waiting for Bian Nan to speak.

"Can you fry?" Wan Fei came out of the classroom and leaned against the railing side by side with him.

"Friend." Bian Nan rubbed his shoulders and went downstairs with Wan Fei.

There is only one canteen in the sports school, and the masters are unhappy every day. Except for the competition, the dishes they make are still good. The dishes they usually make are not short of meat, but they have no color, aroma and taste. The side dishes must have opened a pig farm. The combination depends on the mood, and what they cut into depends on the mood. Biannan once ordered a portion of beef stir-fried green pepper, and a spoonful of beef in the dish, which was a whole.

Bian Nan looked at the dishes on the plate and had no appetite. He ate without chopsticks.

"Go to the school clinic later?" Wan Fei looked at Bian Nan, who had been eating with his left hand.

"Well," Bian Nan sighed, "I remember I fell from the upper bunk."

"Then it fell on me..." Wan Fei nodded and twitched again, "Do you think Jiang can believe it?"

"Believe it or not, we have to kill us, the same," said Bian Nan.

The injury on Bian Nan's shoulder was not too serious. The school doctor checked it and confirmed that the bones were fine. He sprayed some medicine and it was done.

However, during the afternoon training, Lao Jiang did not believe that he fell from the upper bunk and even hit him.

"Are there any other injuries?" After running three kilometers, he looked at Bian Nan and asked.

Bian Nan moved his shoulders and jumped twice again: "It's gone, just shoulders..."

"Run six groups, weight-bearing six groups," Lao Jiang interrupted his words, "Run four groups 30 meters."

Bian Nan didn't say anything, turned around and moved for a while and started running back and forth.

There are actually requirements for running ten meters back and forth, and you don’t feel it, but you will deeply understand it if you are injured.

Lao Jiang arranged all the training tasks and stood aside and stared at Bian Nan.

"You'll fight, you." Old Jiang said as he rushed past him at Bian Nan.

"No." Bian Nan stopped and turned around and rushed back.

"Wan Fei lies on the ground and lets you smash it?" Old Jiang sneered.

Bian Nan turned around and rushed forward again: "He is stretching."

"Farting." Lao Jiang said.

Bian Nan didn't say anything anymore. After the sixth group ran back and forth, he whispered: "Can the dish that is not oily and salty in our cafeteria make people fart?"

Today, Lao Jiang did not bother him too much. The shoulder injury had a great impact on training. Moreover, Bian Nan injured his right shoulder. In addition to his pace and net grabbing, Lao Jiang did not arrange for him to practice serving and other things to require a lot of shoulder training.

At the end of the training, I stared at Bian Nan and said, "A good rest for the past two days, and asked him to copy the school rules thirty times."

"Where do we have school rules?" Bian Nan was quite surprised and asked while squatting at the school gate with Wan Fei and waiting for his father.

"There is a legend. Didn't Jiang give us a sample?" Wan Fei was very dedicated to eating with a bowl of spicy and sour noodles.
To be continued...