MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 63

As long as Tang Xiaonian is on vacation, Tang Junhe doesn't even think about going anywhere, and is forced to study at his desk every day. Every hour, Tang Xiaonian would open the door and come in to bring him fruits, and by the way, let him study for a long time and get active—the so-called "activity" is to walk a few steps around the house, and once Tang Junhe wants to go out, Tang Xiaonian had to break the casserole and ask him where he was going, who he was going with, and what he was going to do.

Over time, when Tang Xiaonian was at home, Tang Junhe never offered to go out unless necessary.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Tang Xiaonian started to go to work, so Tang Junhe ran out in the afternoon, went to the public phone booth and called the number he got last time.

There was still a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, but the man didn't hang up in a hurry this time, and asked in a leisurely tone, "Are you in such a hurry? Do you want to **** it or give it to someone else?"

"Give it to someone else," Tang Junhe had already prepared the draft before calling, "he smoked one last time, and it was given to me by my friend."

"Really?" The man's voice sounded a bit obscene, "How's the effect? ​​It's exciting, right?"

"Not bad, but..." Tang Junhe hesitated to speak.

"But what?" the man asked urgently.

Tang Junhe made up his mind before saying: "It seems that the effect of addiction is not particularly obvious..."

Perhaps it was because of the name "Sister Cai's friend" that the person on the phone relaxed his vigilance, but the person didn't take it seriously, and said in a normal tone: "Oh, it's the first time, it's always like this, I have experience with this , just give her another suck... When do you want it?"

"After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I've been a little busy recently." Tang Junhe pretended to be old-fashioned, "Do you have time at that time?"

"Yes, I have time every day, so please call me when the time comes." The man said to hang up.

Tang Junhe hurriedly asked one more question: "Did Sister Cai tell you what kind of cigarette it is?"

"I've said so much and you're still worried about this," the man laughed on the phone, "It's clear, I saw the photo, isn't it that there is a foreign woman's head painted on the box, and the smoke inside is blue? Don’t worry, don’t worry, you can’t go wrong.”

Only then did Tang Junhe hang up the phone with peace of mind. After the call, he was basically sure that the cigarette that night was indeed addictive. If it is tempting to inhale, it should involve more serious criminal responsibility.

After hanging up the phone, he took the bus back home, changed his clothes and knocked on Yang Xuan's door. There were only the two of them at home, so Yang Xuan didn't come over to help him open the door, but just answered "Come in", and Tang Junhe pushed the door and walked in.

Yang Xuan was reading a book, when he saw him walk in, he raised his eyes and asked, "Did you go out just now?"

"Hmm..." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he was afraid that Yang Xuan would see the clue, so he added, "I went to the bookstore to buy English listening comprehension questions."

But Yang Xuan just said "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions. On this point, he is very different from Tang Xiaonian's way of caring about every detail, and sometimes, his reaction is closer to indifference.

Tang Junhe moved a chair from his room, walked to Yang Xuan's desk and said, "Brother, move it in."

Yang Xuan glanced at him, stood up and moved his chair aside, took the chair from Tang Junhe and helped him put it away, and then sat back.

For a while, the two of them were like deskmates in the class, doing their own things. Tang Junhe was doing the math test paper in his hand. After a while, he pushed the test paper in front of Yang Xuan and pointed at the One question said: "Brother, what do you choose for this question?"

Yang Xuan didn't show agitation, but raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "The number one in the city still wants to ask me?"

Tang Junhe felt guilty when he saw him, and lied: "Because my options are different from the answers..."

Yang Xuan saw through it but didn't say it, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and looked down at the three-dimensional geometry problem. While looking at it, he held the pen in his hand and followed the conditions of the problem to make small gestures on the schematic diagram next to him. After a while Said: "Choose B." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Tang Junhe, unexpectedly his younger brother was looking at him with a face of admiration, and there was sincerity in his shiny eyes: "Brother, you are so amazing."

Yang Xuan turned his gaze back to his book, and debunked him in a flat tone: "If you want to test me, you'd better take the test on something I'm not good at."

"But I like to watch you do what you are good at." Tang Junhe said seriously, "Why do people do things that they are not good at?"

"That's true," Yang Xuan nodded and said, "It's really not necessary."

"Brother... what do you want to do in the future?" After making a big detour, Tang Junhe got to the point.

Yang Xuan closed the book in front of him, and seemed to think for a moment before saying: "Do something exciting." After speaking, he raised his head and stretched his neck, "Otherwise, life would be too boring."

Tang Junhe didn't feel that life was boring at all. He felt that as long as he was with Yang Xuan, even doing the quiz became very interesting, not to mention that he might have to fly with Yang Xuan in the future. But he still nodded ignorantly, agreeing to his brother without principle.

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, Runcheng No. 1 Middle School started school. This year, the snow season in Runcheng is extremely long. There will be a snowfall every few days, and the physical education class will be occupied by teachers of various subjects. This kind of news has been heard too much. accustomed to.

Suddenly, there was a physical education class that escaped by chance, and the students in class three didn't seem to react. The class bell had already rang, and the class was full of students sitting in the classroom, waiting for the teacher of some subject to come in and announce. Occupy the sovereignty of this class.

It wasn't until the physical education teacher came in and urged them to go downstairs that the students said in disbelief, "This physical education class is not occupied?!" Then they rushed out in a swarm.

There is no substantive teaching task in the physical education class of the third year of high school, so the physical education teacher organizes everyone to move freely on the playground. The boys took the initiative to play basketball with their neighbors, while the girls chatted in small groups.

There were two tall sports students in Class 4, both of whom were over 1.9 meters tall. In Class 3, Yang Xuan was the only one, and being 1.8 meters tall didn't seem to be an advantage.

Wang Xingchun patted the basketball and shouted to Yang Xuan while running: "Brother Xuan, it's up to you to lead us to fight a **** road!"

Yang Xuan didn't have time to respond, took the ball he threw, and with a false pass, dodged Zhang Zheng, a sports student in Class 4 who had been guarding him, and then quickly ran towards the basketball hoop like a gust of wind. Xu Li, another sports student in Class 4, caught up with him and stopped him. He took off with both feet, dribbled the ball for a layup, bypassed the opponent's block, and scored the first goal of this PE class in one go.

"Brother Xuan is awesome!" Wang Xingchun shouted after him. The girls around witnessed this scene and whispered excitedly, ignoring the previous chat, and locked their eyes on the basketball court.

Relying on scoring the first goal of the game, the boys from Class 3 expressed their contempt for Class 4 with great momentum, which aroused the boys in Class 4 to instantly ignite their fighting spirit. Several people threw their school uniform jackets towards the side of the playground and shook their fingers to express There must be a tough fight today. The third class did not lose its momentum, and several people took off their school uniforms, threatening to fight to the death.

Feng Bo was also among the boys playing basketball, but he was obviously not very interested. Since the last conversation, he began to avoid Yang Xuan intentionally. Wang Xingchun saw his emotional changes, and asked several times with concern, but he prevaricated all the time.

In the past, when playing basketball with his neighbors, Feng Bo usually took the initiative to assist Yang Xuan, shouting "Brother Xuan" and "Brother Xuan" non-stop, but today he behaved a little negatively. After getting the ball, he would even deliberately Passing the ball in the direction where Yang Xuan is located, this caused the third class to lose points frequently, and even Wang Xingchun scolded him a little angrily: "Brother Xuan is in such a good position just now, if you don't pass it to him, pass it to me. It's not water, Master Feng!"

"As soon as I turned around and saw you there, I'll pass it on." Feng Bo said disinterestedly.

"Then I should really thank you for trusting me so unrealistically." Wang Xingchun said.

Feng Bo glanced at the playground, and caught a glimpse of Tang Junhe standing on the edge of the playground, his eyes followed Yang Xuan all the time, looking eager and focused. Although the usual gloomy eyes did not appear in his eyes, it still made Feng Bo feel very unhappy. In his opinion, Tang Junhe was a different person in front of others and Yang Xuan, which was precisely the expression of his deep thoughts.

Just this one glance caused Feng Bo's inner discomfort. He didn't hide his disgusted gaze, but he didn't expect Tang Junhe to look at him just when he showed such disgusted gaze. Feng Bo glared at him viciously, then withdrew his eyes from him and stopped looking at him.

After Yang Xuan scored a few goals, he began to restrain himself from the limelight. After all, the overall level of the two classes is really not high. The main purpose of getting together is to have fun, not to compete for some personal MVP. Pass the ball to someone else.

Tang Junhe doesn't like to watch his brother hide his true level. He once stood in front of the classroom window and watched Yang Xuan play basketball on the basketball court many times. When playing practice games with his teammates, Yang Xuan often runs, jumps, dodges, and dunks with all his strength. He likes to see Yang Xuan jump very high.

Tang Junhe withdrew his gaze, and after looking at Feng Bo briefly, he turned his face to the sponge cushion behind him. Just a few minutes ago, Feng Bo and several others took off their school uniforms and threw them there. Before leaving the classroom, he noticed that Feng Bo put his mobile phone in his jacket pocket. If nothing else happened, it should be lying on the ground in the pile of school uniforms.

Tang Junhe looked around at the surrounding people calmly. At this moment, their eyes were all focused on the basketball court—to be precise, they all fell on Yang Xuan, and no one noticed what was happening behind them. He took a few steps towards the sponge pad as if nothing had happened, then squatted down and pretended to tie his shoes. Before anyone turned his head, he reached into Feng Bo's school uniform pocket, took out his mobile phone, and hid it in his pocket. inside the cuffs.

The playground was full of noise. He walked to a slightly secluded place, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

The other side quickly answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello," Tang Junhe swallowed nervously, "I'm Sister Cai's friend, I called you last time."

"Oh, remember...you want that cigarette, right?" The man spoke in his usual laid-back tone.

"Well, can I do it tomorrow?"

"Okay, when is tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow evening, around 5:30 p.m., at the southwest gate of Runcheng No. 1 Middle School."

"No. 1 middle school?" The man sounded a little surprised, "Hey, good students also play like this?"

"Is it okay? This time and place." Tang Junhe looked around cautiously, afraid that other people would look this way. Although he had noticed in advance that there was no close-range surveillance around the basketball court, he still couldn't help being a little nervous at this moment.

"Okay, okay, see you tomorrow."

"I'll text you the time and place again for confirmation."

"Okay," the man laughed, "A good student is serious in doing things."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Junhe sent a text message to that number like flying: "Tomorrow at around 5:30 p.m., the southwest gate of Runcheng No. 1 Middle School." The other side quickly replied "OK", and he immediately sent Delete the two text messages in the outbox and inbox, then hold the phone in your hand through the wide sleeve of the school uniform, and wipe the screen and casing of the phone with the school uniform to avoid leaving traces of your own fingerprints. After all, even though he had done a lot of work beforehand when planning to forge a self-defense scene last time, he was still pointed out by Yang Chengchuan for many omissions. This time he became more cautious.

Only a few minutes passed, and everyone's eyes were still focused on the basketball court, and no one thought of looking back. Tiny beads of sweat oozed from his forehead due to nervousness. He put the phone back carefully, collected himself, went around behind Yin Cong, and patted her on the shoulder. Yin Cong was concentrating on watching the game on the field, and suddenly she was patted a few times behind her. She was shocked, and seeing that it was her tablemate Tang Junhe, she patted her chest and smiled smoothly: "Are you scared?" What's wrong with me at the same table?" The girls around turned their heads to look at Tang Junhe when they heard the sound.

"I'm sorry," Tang Junhe looked at her and said, "I just wanted to ask about the time."

"Oh, it's all right..." Yin Cong raised his wrist and looked at his watch, his voice was full of enthusiasm, "At ten past three, there are still 20 minutes to finish class."

Tang Junhe nodded, said "thank you", then stood aside and continued to look at the basketball court.

His act of asking the time caused a commotion among the girls around Yin Cong. Several people from the neighboring class came over and chirped with Yin Cong: "I heard that he is Yang Xuan's younger brother, isn't it?"

Yin Cong didn't answer directly, but tilted his head with a smile and said, "Guess."

Another girl followed up and said, "But I heard it's a remarriage. Is he my younger brother? They do look a bit alike."

"Do they resemble each other? How do they resemble each other? Obviously they are two different types."

"Who told you the type? Take a closer look, just look at the face, don't look at the temperament, do you feel your conscience and say if you look like it?"

"I also think it's a bit similar. Haven't you seen Yang Xuan's father on TV? To be honest, he's quite handsome..."

"Can't you be handsome?" Another person deliberately lowered his voice and said, "When my dad and the others drank last time, they said that he became the deputy mayor because of a woman."

"How do you all know what his father looks like? I never watch Runcheng's news broadcast, it's so boring, and it's boring to death."

"My dad pointed it out to me last time, saying that it wasn't the dad of your classmate next door. When I saw it, it really was..."

While this small group of people were discussing a lot, something unexpected happened on the basketball court—Feng Bo was knocked down to the ground by a ball from Yang Xuan.

Everyone on the basketball court stopped moving, and the surrounding people immediately got up and looked over. Yang Xuan walked towards Feng Bo, frowned slightly and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Feng Bo stood up with his hands on the ground, and patted the dust behind him, "I won't fight anymore." He said, then walked out of the field with his head down.

Yang Xuan glanced back at him, and the sports student from Class 4 came over and hugged him by the shoulders and comforted him, "It's none of your business, he didn't focus on basketball the whole game. You must not be directly kicked out by the ball."

Yang Xuan's brows were not relaxed, and he felt that this matter was really bad.

On the field just now, Class 4 saw that the girls' eyes were all on Yang Xuan, so they discussed a tactic based on the principle of "don't let the fat water flow to outsiders", and asked the two sports students in this class to block Yang Xuan. As long as Yang Xuan is stopped, it will not be so easy for the third class to score goals, after all, the playing level of the others is really bad.

They are all basketball players with a good relationship, so they naturally know the severity of their shots. Zhang Zheng and Xu Li blocked Yang Xuan tightly as if they were playing around, making him nowhere to break through. Yang Xuan saw their intentions and didn't get angry. He just looked for opportunities to pass the ball to the other boys in the class, and then watched helplessly as they threw the ball thousands of miles away from the basketball hoop.

After finally breaking through the interception of the two, Yang Xuan observed the surrounding situation and saw that Feng Bo's position was not far from the basket, and no one thought of stopping him for the time being, so the probability of making a shot should be very high. He made a jumping motion, and when the two people in front of him jumped up and tried to block the shot, he immediately passed the ball in his hand to Feng Bo.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bo was so absent-minded at this time that he didn't notice the basketball flying over. He was directly hit in the abdomen by the ball, and he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yang Xuan didn't use too much strength when passing the ball, so Feng Bo just fell backwards, but he didn't hurt his bones.

"Hey, keep going." Seeing Feng Bo leaving, Xu Li didn't care, and waved his hand a few times and said, "A substitute is coming from class three."

"Damn, it's boring, your class is too shameless." A boy from Class 3 on the field said, and also left.

"Are you kidding... what's the truth?" Zhang Zheng from Class 4 said nonchalantly, "Come on, can I join your class?"

"Who wants you to come here?" Wang Xingchun was not angry, and said with a smile, "you two just stop blocking Yang Xuan. Hey, I don't play anymore." He waved to the people on the sidelines. Come here, there are a few empty seats."

All of a sudden, everyone from class 3 dispersed from the field, and some boys from class 4 also felt a little bored, and started practicing slam dunks around one of the basketball hoops.

After Feng Bo got off the field, he squatted next to the sponge pad, reached out and took out his mobile phone from his school uniform pocket to have a look, and put it back when he saw that there was no new news.

"What's the matter, buddy?" Wang Xingchun came over and pinched his shoulder, "What's the matter, you're so delicate today."

Feng Bo waved his hand away: "It's annoying."

"Oh, what's wrong with you, I saw something wrong with you at the end of last semester."

Feng Bo didn't answer him, but turned his head and looked aside with disgust in his eyes. Wang Xingchun followed his gaze and saw Tang Junhe holding a basketball with both hands, and he was talking to Yang Xuan with his head up.

"Just because of this?" Wang Xingchun looked at Feng Bo and joked, "You're still a primary school student? Why can't people you like play with people you hate?"

"He's not disgusting," Feng Bo said with a frown, "he's disgusting."

Hearing what he said, Wang Xingchun was a little surprised and said, "He didn't mess with you much, did he?"

"His existence is disgusting," Feng Bo said, "Have you ever noticed his eyes, gloomy, slimy, like bugs in the corner..."

"Stop talking," Wang Xingchun got goosebumps when he said it, "Is it disgusting, you." He tried to pull Feng Bo's arm to stand up, "Okay, that's his brother, not your brother , what kind of empathy are you messing around with?"

Feng Bo was silent for a while, looked up at Wang Xingchun and asked, "Don't you think Brother Xuan has changed?"

"I don't think so." After Wang Xingchun finished speaking, seeing Feng Bo ignoring him, he persuaded, "You are not him, how do you know what happened to him and his brother, maybe Tang Junhe didn't think about it like us So annoying... Besides, how do you know if Brother Xuan has ulterior motives in approaching him?"

Feng Bo interrupted him: "If he knew, he wouldn't stop that cigarette."

"Ah?" Wang Xingchun didn't understand, "What kind of smoke?"

But no matter how much he asked, Feng Bo refused to reveal anything. Wang Xingchun saw that he couldn't talk to him, so he had no choice but to let it go. He walked to the side, stretched his arms around Chen Hao's neck, and joined them to have fun.

The basketball that was abandoned by the boys in the third class rolled and rolled, and rolled to Tang Junhe's feet. He bent down, picked it up and held it in his hands. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he patted the ground twice.

After Yang Xuan finished playing, he went to the store next to the basketball court to buy a bottle of water. After drinking for a little while, he saw Tang Junhe slapping a basketball alone in the corner, so he walked over holding the water bottle.

Seeing Yang Xuan approaching, Tang Junhe panicked, his hands were out of rhythm, the basketball bounced and rolled to the side, he had no choice but to run after him, squatted down to pick up the basketball again, and walked towards Yang Xuan with his arms in his arms .

"Want to learn basketball?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.

Tang Junhe nodded, and asked seriously: "Brother, can you teach me how to fight well?"

Yang Xuan took the basketball from him, twirled it on his fingertips, looked at him and said, "Let me teach, the tuition is very expensive."

Tang Junhe said: "It doesn't matter, I can afford it."

"How do you pay?" Yang Xuan walked towards the basketball hoop in the other direction with a basketball in one hand, looked down at him, and asked with a half-smile, "Sell yourself?"

"That's okay." Tang Junhe thought for a while and said, with a rare cunning in his eyes.

Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "What do you want to learn?"

Tang Junhe hesitated and said, "Shoot the ball..."

"Show me one first." Yang Xuan stopped when he was still some distance away from the basketball hoop, screwed the cap on the mineral water bottle, bent down and put it on the ground beside him.

Tang Junhe recalled Yang Xuan's shooting posture, raised the basketball in a decent manner, aimed at the basket, and threw the ball out—three non-stick, the basketball drew a parabola in the air, ignored the basket, and fell back on the ground.

"Go pick it up." Yang Xuan said.

Tang Junhe ran over to pick up the basketball, then ran back and handed it to Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan didn't answer and said, "Throw it again."

Tang Junhe raised his arm again, and just about to throw it out, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and adjusted his posture, "Open your five fingers, keep your palms away from the basketball," and pinched his elbow again Said, "Relax here." Then he withdrew his hand, "Go ahead."

This time, the shot was closer to the basket. Before Yang Xuan could speak, Tang Junhe ran over to pick up the basketball by himself.

Yang Xuan watched him lift the basketball over his head again, stretched out his hand to adjust his posture, and analyzed: "Your wrist is too hard, relax here," he said, standing behind Tang Junhe, holding his left hand, With a slight flick forward, Tang Junhe hadn't reacted yet, but felt a soft force coming from behind his palm, and the ball was released. The basketball thrown into the air drew a smooth parabola, and then fell straight into the basket.

"There is nothing wrong with your posture. You can throw it in after a few more tries." Yang Xuan said, walked under the basket, picked up the ball that had just rolled to the ground and threw it to Tang Junhe, saying, "You throw it over, I'm throwing you the ball over here."

Tang Junhe caught the ball and tried a few more times. But he has no experience, and he is afraid of hitting Yang Xuan who is standing next to the basket. The more he shoots, the farther he is from the basket.

Yang Xuan ran out of patience after picking up basketballs for him a few times. He threw the ball to Tang Junhe, walked over and said, "Forget it, why do people do things they are not good at."

"But I haven't learned it yet." Tang Junhe didn't want to stop early, and looked at Yang Xuan eagerly, with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"Then you can play by yourself." Yang Xuan ignored him, walked to the side and leaned against the barbed wire, watching him miss again and again, and ran over to retrieve the ball again and again.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, but the physical education teacher was not there, and the people on the basketball court consciously dispersed, chatting in small groups and walking towards the teaching building.

"Brother, I'll try again." Tang Junhe held up the basketball and turned to Yang Xuan, "I want to make a shot."

Yang Xuan leaned against the barbed wire fence on the edge of the basketball court with folded arms, raised his chin at him, and signaled him to be casual.

The basketball thrown by Tang Junhe touched the backboard and the rim several times, but he stumbled and refused to fall in. The running and jumping back and forth made him sweat a little. He retrieved the ball and lifted it up. He rubbed his forehead with his hand, and when he was about to vote again, Yang Xuan walked towards him. Tang Junhe thought his posture was wrong, so he stood still and waited for Yang Xuan to correct his posture.

Unexpectedly, after Yang Xuan walked over, he bowed slightly, stretched out an arm around his waist, lifted him off the ground with a little force, and then walked towards the basket holding him in this posture.

Tang Junhe froze a little, he still hadn't figured out what his brother was going to do.

"Hold the basketball higher." Yang Xuan said calmly.

Although he didn't understand why, Tang Junhe still raised the basketball obediently.

"Vote." Yang Xuan gave another order.

As soon as Tang Junhe stretched out his hand, the basketball touched the ball frame, and as soon as he let go, the basketball fell into it accurately.

Yang Xuan put him down, looked down at him and said, "I cast it in, can I go?"