"What are you doing here? Want to go online?"
Ye Haoran walked out of the Internet cafe and looked at the strange Fang Hui and asked.
Fang Hui hesitated and said: "No...nothing, just passing by."
He stared at his feet and did not dare to look at Ye Haoran. For those who didn't know, he thought Fang Hui loved white shoes.
Ye Haoran looked at the reserved Fang Hui with a smile. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Fang Hui was not along the way, but he didn't point it out.
A little girl of this age is as thin-skinned as paper, so it's not pretty to say it out loud.
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
"Ah...hmm!"
The two of them rode bicycles side by side on the road, neither too fast nor too slow.
This is the speed of youth.
When he got home, Ye Haoran took part of the money out of the envelope, put the rest in his schoolbag, and found the nanny with the reserved money.
"Mother Liu, this is your salary for next month. Take it."
Mother Liu, who was cooking, looked at the money handed over by Ye Haoran and quickly wiped her hands on her apron.
"Oh, it's not the day yet, why did you give me the money first?"
Although he said polite words, he still accepted the money. Who wouldn't want it if he had money, especially his own salary.
I counted nervously.
Seeing that Liu's mother was uncomfortable, Ye Haoran turned around and walked to the door and said, "I'll put the money for the groceries in the drawer. You can just take it yourself when you buy the groceries."
After counting the salary, he carefully put it in his inner pocket, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I have memorized the grocery shopping account. You can take a look at it when you have time."
After the food was taken out of the pot and served on the table, Liu's mother went out and returned home.
After finishing his meal, Ye Haoran turned on the TV and watched it for a while, absorbing the information of this era.
Going to school is not his only way out. Working after graduation is not the life Ye Haoran wants.
While watching TV, suddenly the landline rang.
At this time, mobile phones were not yet widely available. Most of them were landline phones installed at home, and there were IC phone booths everywhere on the roadside.
He stood up and walked over to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ye...Ye Haoran, are you asleep?"
Fang Hui's voice came from the phone, almost making Ye Haoran laugh.
I went to bed at just this time, and I felt like I had nothing to talk about.
He replied with a smile: "Sleep."
"Huh?...Then I..."
Unexpectedly, Fang Hui took it seriously. Ye Haoran joked: "I'm going to bed at what time, just to tease you."
"...."
The other person on the phone was silent for a few seconds before he said, "I don't have anything else to do, I just want to ask you if you like Slam Dunk Master?"
The voice was slightly louder than before, and you could tell that Fang Hui mustered up the courage to speak.
Ye Haoran seemed to understand something and said: "I like it. Although I don't watch it often, I still like it very much."
"Oh, then...I'll hang up then."
"Bye, go to bed early tonight."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Hui felt her face feel hot. Fortunately, her broken hair covered half of her face, so her mother didn't see anything wrong.
He quietly returned to his bedroom, took out a piece of drawing paper and pencil and started sketching.
The scene of Ye Haoran dunking kept flashing back in Fang Hui's mind, and an outline gradually appeared on the tip of his pen.
Then there are the lines. Every stroke is very smooth. It can be seen that Fang Hui is very talented in painting.
It didn't take a few minutes to draw a basketball hoop, and then the characters.
Fang Hui painted carefully, and time passed by unconsciously.
The next day.
Fang Hui, who had dark circles under his eyes, carefully put the drawing paper into his schoolbag, took a hasty bite of breakfast and rode his bicycle to school.
I didn't meet Ye Haoran on the road, so I pushed the bicycle to the shed in despair.
As soon as he parked the car, Ye Haoran appeared next to Fang Hui.
Their bicycles were parked at the far end of the shed.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Ah, no."
Fang Hui smoothed her hair and pretended to be fine.
Ye Haoran pointed at Fang Hui's face and said with a smile: "You are still lying, you almost have panda eyes."
She covered her face shyly and did not dare to look at Ye Haoran, so she could only peek through her fingers.
Seeing Ye Haoran turning around to leave, Fang Hui quickly called to stop.
"Ye Haoran, wait."
Ye Haoran turned around and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Fang Hui hurriedly took out the drawing paper from his schoolbag and handed it to Ye Haoran. He lowered his head and whispered: "This is for you."
"What?" Ye Haoran opened it, took a look, and smiled instantly.
A portrait of the slam dunk master Rukawa Kaede. At first glance, I thought it was Rukawa Kaede, but upon closer inspection, I found that there were obvious differences from the animation.
Especially the position of the face.
It was not quite the same as in the animation. Upon closer inspection, Ye Haoran felt that this face was his own.
Ye Haoran was so happy for the first time when he came here.
You can see Fang Hui's intentions. No wonder she came to school with dark circles under her eyes. It turned out to be to draw pictures for herself.
Looking up at Fang Hui, she found that Fang Hui's eyes were full of expectation, like the kind of child who does good things and waits for praise from the teacher.
"Thank you, Fang Hui. I like it very much. I will sign it up when I get back. Can you sign your name for me?"
The expectation in Fang Hui's eyes turned into surprise. Before, she was worried that Ye Haoran wouldn't like it.
Hearing Ye Haoran want to sign his name, it felt like he had become a great painter.
"Really?"
"certainly."
Fang Hui quickly took out the pen from her schoolbag, and the artistic calligraphy she had practiced for a long time finally came into use.
'Swish, swish, swish'
After writing my name in a few notes, my artistic atmosphere instantly improved by two levels.
"As long as you like it, I thought you wouldn't like it."
Fang Hui didn't notice it herself, she spoke much more fluently, and her eyes no longer darted around.
In her heart, the relationship between the two is getting closer and closer.
Ye Haoran rolled up the drawing paper and put it in his schoolbag, raised his head and smiled: "Let's go, class is about to begin."
The two of them returned to class together, no longer hiding in tandem.
Seeing the two of them coming in at the same time, chatting and laughing, Qiao Ran showed a disappointed expression on the contrary.
But it quickly disappeared.
Chen Xun was also attracted by Fang Hui. At this moment, Fang Hui looked slightly different from before, more confident and cheerful.
As for Zhao Ye, he was staring at Ye Haoran.
Yesterday, I called my parents. I was almost beaten to death by my father when I got home. Fortunately, I have been practicing my ability to resist beatings since I was a child, so I survived.
The incident of pulling the switch was exposed, and it was natural for him to be punished.
Five minutes before class started, the loudspeaker rang, and the dean's voice appeared in every corner of the campus.
"Notice that Zhao Ye and Chen Xun from Grade 11, Class 1, privately pulled the switch, causing chaos in the evening self-study. They will be given a demerit and the corridors will be cleaned for a week. If they do it again, they will be expelled."
Played it three times.
Zhao Ye was still complacent, while Chen Xun lay his head on the table.
Zhao Ye is not good at studying, so he likes to play basketball. Now he is not good at basketball. What he is best at is being thick-skinned.
As the squad leader, Chen Xun also knows how to show off.
Ye Haoran took out the drawing paper and looked at it carefully. He didn't look carefully at the bicycle shed just now.
When Fang Hui saw this scene, her face suddenly turned red with a hint of smile.
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