The wind was blowing very fast on the playground, and it was rolling up inexplicable sand and grass roots and beating people.

Bian Nan pulled the hat down and blocked the nose, and pulled the collar up to his head. He was still hit so hard that his eyes could hardly be opened. He could feel broken sand in his mouth.

"Fuck me today... it's smog again!" Wan Fei, behind him, spat on the ground, panting.

"Hamo, this is a sandstorm," Bian Nan tweeted, "Did you see pm25 all over the sky? I'll just pick some hot and sour soup."

"Fuck, why don't those idiots in the volleyball class run away?" Wan Fei turned his head and saw a few people squatting on the side of the playground watching the fun.

"Because those idiots climbed over the wall, it was not something that people caught," Bian Nan turned around and ran upside down, reached out and slapped Wan Fei on the head, "You are like an old lady with small feet, and you haven't climbed over the wall for two hundred years but haven't climbed over it."

"Damn, that's... it's... OK!" Wan Fei was very dissatisfied and panted to say a few more words. When he saw a blue figure walking out of the gymnasium, he quickly pushed Bian Nan, "Old Jiang, Old Jiang, Old Jiang, Old Jiang, come out..."

Bian Nan quickly turned around and ran forward, taking a few sips of sand with great dedication.

Lao Jiang is the coach of their tennis class and the most brutal coach in the sports school. They are so cruel that they don’t even dare to give Lao Jiang a nickname.

"There are three kilometers left in the south!" Old Jiang walked to the runway and shouted at Biannan who ran past him.

"Fuck." When Bian Nan heard this, he almost staggered to the ground.

"Where is me?" Wan Fei asked casually.

"If you want, just run with him. Aren't you two buying one free?" Lao Jiang said with a cold face.

"First...break it up..." Wan Fei was breathing violently.

"You useless thing." Bian Nan laughed.

"I'm so tired... who... who gives you a massage."

After Wan Fei ran the last lap, the cat Lao Jiang squatted down beside his legs.

Biannan continued to run the remaining three kilometers under the sand, feeling the muscles on his legs shouting and accusing the old lady Wan Fei of the little feet. If it weren't for Wan Fei's pants being hooked by the nails when he climbed over the wall last night, they wouldn't have been caught by Jiang on the spot.

Running five kilometers and three kilometers is nothing to Biannan, but if this thing is left for the afternoon physical training, it will be a bit inhumane.

Biannan accelerated to complete the last three kilometers, stood in front of Lao Jiang, bent down and supported his knees: "Is it enough?"

"Soon flip tonight and keep working hard." Old Jiang glanced at him expressionlessly, turned around and left.

It was already time to eat when I returned to the dormitory. No one in the dormitory was there. Bian Nan took off all his clothes and spread them onto the bed, directing Wan Fei: "Hurry, squeeze your legs for me."

Wan Fei was wrapped in a piece of clothing and lay on his bed without moving.

"Die?" Bian Nan grabbed the pillow and smashed it over there.

The pillow fell on Wan Fei's head and he sighed: "I'm going to die soon."

"Before dying, come here to squeeze my legs." Bian Nan said.

"Can't you leave a good impression on a dying person?" Wan Fei dragged his throat and lay on the bed, "It's better to let you go if you're a ghost..."

"Waste, what's the use for you?" Bian Nan sighed and jumped off the bed, walked to Wan Fei's bed and raised his foot and stepped on his butt, "I'll step on you?"

"Hey... hey... it feels comfortable..." Wan Fei moaned exaggeratedly, "Master, please go up a little longer, and get two feet on your waist..."

The cell phone in Bian Nandou rang. He took out his cell phone, moved his foot up to Wan Fei's waist and stepped on him: "Remember my great kindness or virtue?"

"I remember it and remember it, it will be engraved in my heart forever..." Wan Fei kept humming.

There is a text message on the phone, and the sender's number is stored on his phone "Auntie Lin". This is his father's wife and his stepmother.

The text message only has five words. Are you back this week?

Bian Nan frowned and quickly replied, not going back.

Wan Fei was humming and talking at his feet: "If you want to say that Brother Nan is good-looking, has a good figure, and can also step on the back... Temperament... Temperament... Temperament is very good at beauty. Why do you say..."

Bian Nan stopped his movements and raised his eyebrows: "That's what?"

"It's nothing, don't stop," Wan Fei touched his calf a few times with his backhand, "Continue."

"What the hell is it!" Bian Nan kicked Wan Fei's waist.

"Hey!" Wan Fei covered his waist and turned his face and shouted, "What are you doing? I'm just saying why you can't chase Zhang..."

"I can't chase you!" Bian Nan kicked him in the butt, and he knew that Wan Fei was going to talk about Zhang Xiaorong.

"Ah--" Wan Fei shouted again, and the paraplegic style disappeared immediately. He covered his crotch and rolled back and forth on the bed flexibly, "I'm fucking it!"

"You're so bad," Bian Nan ignored him, opened the cabinet, took out the clothes, threw them on his shoulders, and prepared to take a shower. He thought about it and said, "Is it hemorrhoids..."

"Hemorrhoids, your sister! Why don't you lie down and let me step on it!" Wan Fei jumped off the bed and rushed over and was about to pull Bian Nan.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong," Bian Nan opened the dormitory door and ran out, "I know you're an ostrich egg."

"Get out! It's possible that the pigeon egg can be stepped on!" Wan Fei grabbed the door and shouted, "Wait for me, I'll take a shower too!"

Bian Nan looked back at him, put his hand on his waist, picked up his clothes, twisted forward, and ran a few steps: "Come and chase me, come and chase me..."

The door of the dormitory next to him opened. Wang Bo walked out with a lunch box and choked when he saw him: "Damn, I'm so angry just after the New Year. I'm still so lively after running twenty kilometers today!"

"I can still go to the square for twenty kilometers to have a rural street dance," Bian Nan pinched a piece of meat from his lunch box and put it in his mouth, turned around and roared at Wan Fei, "Hurry up! You can't even grab the hot ones!"

Wan Fei ran over with his clothes and also pinched a vegetable from Wang Bo's lunch box: "Bobo, where are you eating shit?"

Wang Bo buckled the lid of the lunch box: "It's not over, right?"

There was no one in the bath room. Bian Nan took the water card and inserted it, stripped himself naked. The station spray head was under the head and headed for the water.

The hot water wrapped around his sore body, and he enjoyed the comfort feeling very much. He raised his face and rushed for a long time before closing his eyes to touch the bath fluid.

As soon as he reached out his hand, Wan Fei handed the bath liquid bottle to his hand.

"Damn, you're so attentive!" He opened his eyes and looked at Wan Fei, "Is it because your water card is empty again?"

"No!" Wan Fei tskated, stopped and sighed, "But it's going to be gone soon..."

"Go and recharge!" He took the bath liquid while standing in the south and gave the spray head to Wan Fei.

"There is no money to recharge." Wan Fei said with some depression.

"Where do you use money? You don't smoke, drink, play cards, or pick up girls..." Bian Nan counted in a series of numbers, and while counting, he felt that Wan Fei could be regarded as a moral benchmark in their tennis class.

"Who said I won't pick up girls!" Wan Fei interrupted him, "I want to save money to buy some gifts for Xu Rui."

"Her birthday?" Bian Nan pushed him away and stood under the nozzle.

"Well, by the way, where did you buy the chain you bought for Zhang Xiaorong last time..." Wan Fei shut up halfway through his speech, "Forget it, that's too expensive."

"You either, if you want me, I will give it to you." Bian Nan asked.

Last month, Zhang Xiaorong bought a necklace on her birthday, but the person confiscated it. She didn't even leave a chance to work hard for him. She blocked his phone number and WeChat Q and released it in half a month.

The necklace is still thrown into the cabinet and sings sad love songs.

"Take it down. What if Zhang Xiaorong saw it and said that this wasn't the one I didn't want last month, I'll be ruined," Wan Fei shook his head, "It's a pity, it's so expensive, why don't you keep it? Next time I'll pick up a girl who is not a medical school and give it to me..."

"Zhang Xiaorong didn't even look at my face that day, let alone the necklace." After rinsing the water, Bian Nan laughed twice, stood aside and took a towel to wipe the water on his body.

"No one can even look at such a handsome face," Wan Fei looked at him, "Are you sad?"

"Sad," Bian Nan nodded, "You said why is it so difficult for her to fuck her? She's gone too far."

"Because," Wan Fei hesitated for a moment and turned off the water, "Your opponent is too strong."

"Adversary?" Bian Nan was stunned, "Where do I have an opponent? Why don't I know?"

"You are just used to the girl coming as soon as you wave your hand. You can't care about chasing Zhang Xiaorong for three days and fishing for two days. You can't even find out the enemy's situation..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Bian Nan interrupted Wan Fei impatiently. He chased Zhang Xiaorong for two months, but he did not know that he had an opponent.

"Don't you know who Zhang Xiaorong went out on her birthday?" Wan Fei wanted to keep it a secret. Bian Nan sucked the towel directly on his back. He covered his back and shouted, "Hey! Qiu Yi! Qiu Yi!"

"Who? Qiuyi? I still have autumn pants!" Bian Nan had no impression of this name, so he twitched Wan Fei's butt again, "Who is Qiu Yi?"

"Fuck me, be gentle!" Wan Fei covered his butt, "Second-year shipping, I was very arrogant last semester. You haven't heard of it at all?"

Bian Nan shook the towel, and Wan Fei quickly dodged. When he put his hand away, the towel pulled out loud in the air.

"I thought you knew." Wan Fei added, staring at his face.

Bian Nan didn't say anything, and his expression on his face was a little unsightly.

In this pseudo-urban-rural fringe, the birds and cats are claimed to develop into the second urban center within ten years. In fact, it is not far from the city, but in five years, there are only two buses to reach. The tradition of students from sports schools and shipping technical secondary school students has been maintained for many years.

There are only three schools in this area.

Sports schools, shipping technical secondary schools and health schools.

There are many girls in the medical school and beautiful, and the remaining two schools are full of hormone surplus.

There are fewer girls in the sports school, and half of them are more tough than boys, so almost all boys who are almost endocrine disorders in this "second city center" have targeted soft girls in the health school.

Usually, the two schools only eat midnight snacks, Internet cafes occupy machines, and there are constant conflicts in the issue of not being happy with each other when shopping. In addition, the issue of stealing girls, the relationship has been incompatible in recent years.

Bian Nan has been in a sports school since junior high school, so he knows the grievances and hatreds of writing a book very clearly.

When he heard that Qiu Yi was shipping, he felt a little upset.

"Fuck." He simply summarized his mood in a word and took the clothes and put them on.

"There's something else, listen?" Wan Fei asked while wearing his pants.
To be continued...