MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 26

"Here we come," class teacher Qiu Li heard the sound of pushing the door, looked up from the pile of students' homework, and said to Yang Xuan who walked into the office, "Come here and tell me, what happened to the case between you and Tang Junhe?" what's going on."

"Didn't I tell you a few days ago." Yang Xuan stood in front of Qiu Li, with an expression that obviously didn't want to repeat it again.

"There's a reason every time, right?" Qiu Li felt dizzy when she saw his reckless appearance, pointing at him and scolding, "Last time, the basketball team of No. 16 High School took the initiative to provoke, and you passively fought back and collectively interacted with each other." Fighting, the last time someone in the vocational high school was deliberately looking for trouble, you had no choice but to act, and the last time Ying Hui was blocked by gangsters at the school gate, you acted bravely, this time it was Tang Junhe who had a conflict with someone, you helped ...Tell me, what is the reason for next time, have you already thought about it now?"

"Not yet," Yang Xuan said, "I'm thinking about it."

Qiu Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can you save me and your father's worries? Let's just say that this opportunity to enter the provincial team is so rare. You just need to go in and train hard and play well. It's a book in the province. You can choose the university as you like, no matter how bad it is, it’s a sports school, right? You’re fine..." After Qiu Li finished speaking, she shook her head angrily.

"Does it make sense?" Yang Xuan didn't seem to have any regrets, but calmly asked Qiu Lilai, "The provincial team members go to college, but they are just name-checked, and they don't go to class. I think..."

"You talk to me about the meaning?" Qiu Li almost laughed at his rhetoric, "Okay, then tell me, what's the point of you fighting every day? What's the point of you sleeping in class? What's the point of you handing in blank papers? What's the point of wasting your time?"

"It's meaningless." Yang Xuan looked at Qiu Li calmly.

"Don't look at me with such righteous eyes, I will give you a headache from anger," Qiu Li rubbed her temples, seeing that no one else in the office was there, lowered her voice, and knocked on the table to scold him, "As a teacher, I will say the following This kind of thing shouldn't be said, but you said that you pick a time to fight when you fight. Why did you catch up with the background check for a few days and your dad's meeting for a few days? If you don't do things like murder and arson, there will be no criminal records..."

Yang Xuan waited for her to finish training, and said, "This can only explain one thing."

Qiu Li looked up at him sullenly, hoping that Yang Xuan would say something that would restore her confidence.

But Yang Xuan obviously wouldn't follow her wishes: "I have no fate with the provincial team."

Qiu Li: "..."

Yang Xuan looked at her innocently: "It's not up to me when to fight..."

"Okay, I won't tell you the big truth. I've said it many times. You're tired of hearing it, and I'm tired of it too." Qiu Li waved her hands helplessly and said, "What kind of murder case are you involved in? Since you If you say it has nothing to do with you, I believe you unconditionally. I have been your class teacher for two years, and I still know your character. But, Yang Xuan," Qiu Li sighed, looked up at the tall boy in front of her and said, " You have to make plans for your future, not for me or your father, just for yourself, okay?"

"Well, I know," Yang Xuan finally gave in and said, "Thank you."

Qiu Li breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, let's go back and write the review. I will read it when the flag is raised next Monday." She suddenly remembered something and pointed at him, "The kind that comes from the bottom of my heart. Reflect on the past and look forward to the future. No Read the manuscript and recite it for me. Also, don’t let others write it for you.”

Yang Xuan said, "Well, but..."

"Others insist on writing for you, right?" Qiu Li glared at him, "Then you have to refuse me too!"

Yang Xuan said, "Oh."

It was the last self-study class in the afternoon, and the students in the third class of science in the second year of senior high school heard about Yang Xuan's disqualification from the provincial team.

"I heard it was a fight outside the school? It seems that the school has already punished it, and it will be publicly punished when the flag is raised next Monday..."

"Ah? Isn't his father the deputy mayor? I guess he's just pretending to be..."

"But if you fight, you will be disqualified? There are many fights in the basketball team, right?"

"It's time to catch up with this juncture... It seems to be related to someone. I only found out yesterday that that person seems to be married to Yang Xuan's father. I heard that he is still a mistress or something. No wonder Feng Bo and the others targeted him before... "

While discussing, the two whisperers couldn't help turning their heads to look at Tang Junhe in the back row. Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe, who always only immersed himself in the questions, was looking up at them at this moment, with an expressionless face, but being stared at by those dark eyes without blinking, it made people feel inexplicably cold.

The two turned their heads around at the same time, and one of them complained in a low voice: "Damn, what kind of eyes, turned their heads and met them, scared me..."

"Surprised me too. Did he hear it at such a distance?"

"Who knows, I always feel that he is abnormal... Hey, hey," the speaker touched the arm of the tablemate with his elbow, "Yang Xuan."

As soon as Yang Xuan appeared at the door, the whispers in the classroom instantly quieted down, and many people looked up at him.

Tang Junhe also looked up at him, and his eyes fell on his face. Yang Xuan showed no expression, lowered his head slightly, walked to his seat as usual and sat down.

Feng Bo followed his footsteps and turned his head, waited for him to sit down, looked around, slid over, squatted next to Yang Xuan's desk, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xuan, is that true or not?" what?"

"Really." Yang Xuan said.

Feng Bo clenched his fists and cursed: "Fuck!" After a few seconds, he turned his head to look at the front and back doors, then looked back at Yang Xuan and asked, "Go out and smoke one?"

Yang Xuan was silent for a few seconds and said, "Let's go."

As soon as he got to the corridor, Feng Bo asked: "What's the situation? It's so sudden. Can your father find someone to save him from the provincial team?"

Yang Xuan walked in front: "How can I fix this?"

Feng Bo followed him: "I'm fuck...how about I go back to my dad and ask if there is any connection with the provincial team?"

Yang Xuan snorted and said, "Admit first, then cancel, and then admit, where will the provincial team lose face?"

"What the **** is going on... How did the fight have something to do with a murder case? I'fuck' you know what someone said, saying that you directly beat someone to death."

Walking to the mountain behind the school, Yang Xuan took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said lightly, "Let them say."

Feng Bo also lit one for himself, smoked it, and squatted at the back wall of the teaching building with Yang Xuan: "...so how did that man die?"

Yang Yan smoked a few sips of cigarettes and played ash, so he said, "The grandson was stunned by me, and ran away in fright. When he ran to the crossroads, he was killed without watching the traffic light. "

Feng Bo was dumbfounded, he forgot to smoke, and stammered, "B-knocked to death?"

Yang Xuan said, "Yes."

It took Feng Bo a while to come back to his senses, and he sighed, "It's really hard to memorize..."

"Who is it, me?" Yang Xuan glanced at him, "or that grandson?"

"You both have a bit of a back..."

Yang Xuan said, "I'm fine."

"What's so good... It's okay to be disqualified by the provincial team?! And the school team also temporarily suspended your training... Brother Xuan, won't the school team also kick you?"

Yang Xuan ignored his excitement and said calmly, "That man deserves to die."

"By the way, I haven't understood why you beat him for a long time... So what does this matter have to do with San'er's son?"

"It doesn't matter," Yang Xuan wrote lightly, "I just helped him by the way."

"Damn it, so you ruined your own future just to help him?" Feng Bo looked at Yang Xuan inexplicably, with an expression that seemed to suggest that Yang Xuan had taken the wrong medicine, "Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you? Wake up, okay!"

"I didn't say that I must go to the provincial team." After smoking a cigarette, Yang Xuan snuffed out the sparks on the cigarette **** on the ground, and stood up.

"Ah?" Feng Bo looked up at him in confusion, "How great it is to go to the provincial team, and you can get recommended to the university without the college entrance examination. You have been playing basketball on the school team for so long..."

Yang Xuan interrupted him: "Playing basketball is not for going to the provincial team."

Feng Bo looked at him in confusion.

But Yang Xuan didn't seem to intend to continue talking, he just looked straight ahead, and there was no trace of frustration on his body.

Feng Bo only felt that Yang Xuan's brain was broken, and he was different from the brother Xuan he knew before.

As a dude who was "poor enough to have only money left", Feng Bo only obeyed Yang Xuan in Runcheng No. 1 Middle School. What Yang Xuan said was more important than his father, and more intimidating than the head teacher. If Yang Xuan said east, he would never go west.

Although Yang Xuan didn't seem to like to talk to him very much—Yang Xuan didn't have anyone in particular to talk to, even the school belle Ying Hui came over to him, he didn't like to talk to him, he seemed to prefer to be alone.

When I first entered high school, out of jealousy, many boys secretly talked about Yang Xuan pretending to be cool and trying to imitate him, but Feng Bo felt that this was not the case. Yang Xuan seemed to really not care about some things. Yes... As for what Yang Xuan cares about, except for his mother who passed away two years ago, Feng Bo really didn't see it.

The wind blew away the smell of smoke on his body, Yang Xuan raised his feet and walked back: "Let's go."

"Oh." Feng Bo responded quickly, threw the cigarette **** in his hand to the trash can aside, and followed, only then remembered that he hadn't finished what he said just now: "Brother Xuan, I still don't understand, that person took Tang Jun He beat him up or something? Why did you help him?"

"It's nothing." With Yang Xuan's reaction, Feng Bo knew that he didn't want to say anything.

When he doesn't want to speak, no one can force him to speak. Yang Xuan is the kind of person who doesn't take hard things.

"Oh..." After a while, Feng Bo came to his senses again, leaned over and said, "Brother Xuan, I think you should stay away from San'er's son. He looks very sinister at first glance, and you should stay with him for a long time. Alright, luck is probably going to get worse and worse, look at you this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xuan turned his head and glanced at him indifferently. Feng Bo saw the displeasure in his eyes and fell silent in dissatisfaction.

After school in the evening, Yang Xuan picked up his schoolbag and walked to the school gate.

According to the usual practice, Tang Junhe would stay in the classroom for an extra hour after school, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Xuan strode out of the classroom, hurriedly packed his homework into his schoolbag, and ran after him.

The playground was full of students after school, all wearing white shirts, sweatpants and big schoolbags. Tang Junhe raised his chin slightly, trying to find Yang Xuan's back.

But Yang Xuan's two long legs walked quickly, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Tang Junhe was a little depressed. He thought that Yang Xuan would never go home with him again—Zhou Lin was dead, and the threat of stalking was no longer there. He had no reason to pester Yang Xuan to pick him up. What's more, he was the chief culprit who caused Yang Xuan to lose his qualification for the provincial team. Yang Xuan should hate himself very much.

Tang Junhe walked towards the parking lot with the last bit of hope remaining.

Then he saw Yang Xuan—he didn't leave, and was talking to the person next to him, who seemed to be a member of the school basketball team, and Tang Junhe felt a little familiar. Although he often stared at the training scene on the playground in the upstairs classroom, his gaze was always fixed on Yang Xuan, and he didn't have a deep impression of other people.

"It's okay, I don't think Old Sun will be willing to let you leave the school team," the man said to Yang Xuan, "If you leave, he will feel worse than losing his love when he was young."

Yang Xuan laughed: "Not at all."

The man continued to be impoverished solemnly: "Hey, why didn't it happen, such a good seedling wanders around the school every day, invisible and intangible. Isn't it more uncomfortable than being broken in love if you once had it and now you lose it?"

After the man finished speaking, he noticed that Tang Junhe was looking at them from behind—the man who was called to the police station with Yang Xuan. He thought there was something between them, so he said, "Hey? Someone is looking for you? Then I let's go."

When the man passed by, Tang Junhe almost wanted to hold him and say "thank you". Thank him for holding Yang Xuan back. But he didn't show it on his face, he just walked to Yang Xuan's bicycle calmly and watched him drive the bicycle out.

Tang Junhe followed him, walked towards the school gate, still half a step behind, and said after walking a few steps, "I'm sorry."

"Don't mention the provincial team," Yang Xuan frowned, "It's very annoying."

Tang Junhe let out a "hmm". Yang Xuan didn't ask him to mention it, so he obediently didn't mention it, although he really wanted to ask Yang Xuan if he hated himself more because of this matter.

Walking out of the school gate, Yang Xuan got on the bike and stepped on the ground with one foot.

Tang Junhe was a little uncertain whether Yang Xuan wanted to carry him, and he wouldn't be surprised if Yang Xuan rode away like this. He was hesitating whether to sit on it directly, or to ask Yang Xuan if he would mind sitting on it first, but Yang Xuan turned his head halfway and said impatiently, "Can't you get on it yet?"