Ye Weiran's two favorite sports are skateboarding and basketball.
Due to the weather, I play basketball more often every winter. During the winter vacation, I almost play two or three times a week.
At this moment, he and Fu Linchuan were playing ball with Lao Meng and the others in the fitness center. During the break, he picked up the phone and saw that three missed calls were from Lu Yanchen, so he hurriedly called him back.
"Hey, brother, you called me, what's going on?" Ye Weiran wiped the sweat on his head with a tissue.
"I can finally find you, where are you?" Lu Yanchen's voice sounded a little anxious,
"I just remembered that Xiaoxi's art training class ends at nine o'clock in the evening, but I really can't leave. It's not convenient for you..."
Is there anything else inconvenient about this?
Ye Weiran raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was now half past eight.
"I know, brother, please send me the address of her studio."
"Lao Fu, I'm leaving first." He picked up the coat next to him and stood up and ran towards the door.
Fu Linchuan wanted to stop him and ask him what he was doing, but after thinking about it he shook his head. Apart from Lu Yanxi, a little ancestor, what else could make him so anxious?
But we can't always ignore martial ethics, the ball hasn't been played yet.
The distance between the fitness center and the studio is not close, and it is relatively remote. Ye Weiran spent a long time just calling for a taxi.
Finally, we waited for the bus to arrive, and it was already 8:50 when we got off.
The studio is located in a residential building in an old community, and only one of the street lights on the roadside can be turned on every few times. It is a bit scary to walk alone.
Today is the first day of class, and Lu Yanxi did not expect such a scene when he came out of class at night.
She was the only new student in the studio during this holiday, and she came out relatively late.
When we reached the entrance of the corridor, the others had either left together or been picked up by others.
Seeing someone walking in the direction she was going, Lu Yanxi hurriedly followed him, but as soon as they walked a building away, the two people turned around.
The chilly air added a bit of a terrifying atmosphere to the night. Lu Yanxi wrapped her coat tightly and walked forward bravely.
Every sound around her was particularly noticeable, and her whole body was tense.
A dark figure suddenly jumped out from beside her, scaring her with goosebumps, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace and start trotting.
Finally, there was a street light on ahead. As Lu Yanxi was running, he saw someone running into the light.
Like a knight coming to rescue the princess.
Just by looking at the outline, she could recognize it at a glance. It was Ye Weiran.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of grievance in her heart and ran towards him.
"Why did you come here?" She frowned, her tone full of grievance and anger.
Ye Weiran ran all the way here, panting heavily, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Walking close to her, Ye Weiran said slowly when she reached the road and saw that her expression was much more relaxed.
"But if this happens again next time, you have to tell me earlier."
Yes, it was obvious that she didn't tell him, so why did she still "blame" him? Lu Yanxi almost despised her for being so pretentious.
The studio is not too far from home and can be reached on foot. Lu Yanxi took this into consideration at first and told Lu Yanchen that she could go home by herself.
"Next time something like this happens, tell me as soon as possible."
When she got downstairs, Ye Weiran murmured once before she went upstairs.
From that day on, Ye Weiran would wait at the door before her get out of class every night throughout the holidays, rain or shine.
It wasn't until the last day of training, when she walked to the stairs at night, that her new studio partner Chen Qingmeng finally couldn't help but ask the question she had been curious about for a long time.
"Yan Xi, is that handsome guy your boyfriend? He comes to pick you up every night."
Under the dim street lights ahead, Ye Weiran's silhouette makes people feel safe.
"He is not my boyfriend."
"Ah? It's so enviable that you are so kind to you even if you are not your boyfriend."
Lu Yanxi smiled slightly, he was not a boyfriend, but how should we define the relationship between them?
Childhood? Neighbors? Family? Or future boyfriend?
I really wish time could pass faster.
*
Like many ordinary high school students, in the remaining days of high school life, Ye Weiran, Lu Yanxi, Liu Luo, Liang Wanwan, Fu Linchuan, and everyone who struggled in the same classroom with them
People are all working hard to move forward step by step for their future.
Life is becoming more and more boring, and the pressure from the college entrance examination is also increasing, but thinking of the victory in the near future, everyone is still working hard and persevering.
Another winter, Lu Yanxi successfully completed the art exam. As long as he performed normally in the college entrance examination, he could achieve his goal of going to the Academy of Fine Arts of A University.
For Ye Weiran, the word "failure" would never have appeared. In the three years of high school, he has consistently ranked first with Grand Slam results.
The countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard became smaller day by day, and finally turned into single digits.
Today is the last day to stay in school. Looking back on the past three years of high school life, everyone has laughed and been tired here.
Although I wanted to escape from this place countless times, on this day when everything has finally become a memory, I still feel more reluctant to let go.
Ye Weiran knocked on the classroom door of Class 10, "Let's go."
It's probably the last time he appears like this.
*But after the loss, you can fall in love sweetly.