Chapter 2 Carry You To Me 3
In fact, that day, it was not only Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge who were playing on the playground during lunch break, but also Song Yang and Xu Jiarong.
Song Yang was playing basketball with several senior students. Xu Jiarong was standing by the court, sometimes reading a romance novel and sometimes looking at Song Yang.
Every time Song Yang scored a goal, Xu Jiarong would not forget to cheer for him.
In high school, there may always be a type of boy who is particularly popular with girls. This type of boy often likes sports, has a ruffian personality, behaves in a bad way, and may even habitually swear a word or two, but he is just handsome and lovable.
Song Yang is such a typical example.
He had just entered the first year of high school. As a freshman, he was 1.75 meters tall and ignored school rules and regulations every day. He liked to open his shirt when wearing school uniform, and wore flashy be late for school and sleep in class. Apart from playing basketball, his biggest hobby was to lie beside Qing Nuan's desk and tell her dirty jokes when she was studying hard.
Whenever he saw Qing Nuan blushing because of his jokes, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He looks a little naughty and a little handsome when he smiles.
Xu Jiarong grew up with Song Yang. Qing Nuan was the first good friend Xu Jiarong made after arriving at J City High School. So every time Xu Jiarong saw Song Yang "tease" Qing Nuan, she couldn't help but poke Song Yang's head with her index finger and call him "shameless."
Song Yang didn't care. Xu Jiarong couldn't do anything to him anyway, and Qing Nuan couldn't do anything to him either, so he just continued to do as he pleased.
On this day, when Song Yang was playing basketball, he happened to see Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge sitting side by side under the shade of a tree in the distance of the playground.
Qing Nuan has always liked walking with Cheng Ge, and Song Yang, as Qing Nuan's deskmate, knows this.
But this time, Song Yang somehow looked at her a few more times.
As he was watching, his teammate passed the ball to him, accompanied by his teammate's anxious voice: "Song Yang, throw the ball!"
Xu Jiarong watched the ball fall into Song Yang's hands, and before Song Yang even threw the ball, she couldn't help but cheering.
Because she knew that Song Yang had a high pitching hit rate.
Song Yang came back to his senses, subconsciously jumped with the ball, and threw it in a parabola - the basketball drew an arc in the air, brushed the basket, and fell to the ground.
No goals...
The teammates and Xu Jiarong were silent for a moment.
All I heard was Song Yang saying, "No more fighting, who will replace me?"
After a while, a classmate replaced Song Yang.
Song Yang sat down next to Xu Jiarong and drank mineral water.
"What happened just now?" Xu Jiarong asked.
"It was just a mistake."
Song Yang was still looking into the distance.
"I don't think you made a mistake, but lost your mind."
Xu Jiarong laughed.
"What nonsense." Song Yang had a blank expression on his face, but his gaze remained focused as he stared into the distance at the shade of the tree.
Xu Jiarong finally noticed Song Yang's gaze, so she followed his gaze.
Song Yang kept looking at Qing Nuan!
In the shade of the trees in the distance, Qing Nuan was leaning on Cheng Ge's shoulder.
Qing Nuan seemed to be asleep, or maybe just resting her eyes. In any case, the two of them just leaned against each other like that, not moving for a long time.
"What's their relationship?" Song Yang, who usually doesn't care about his classmates, asked about this kind of gossip for the first time. "Aren't you getting along well with Qing Nuan? You should know."
Xu Jiarong uttered a soft "tsk" and replied, "I don't know what their relationship is. I just want to ask, what does their relationship have to do with you?"
Her tone was very bad, and Song Yang just frowned when he heard it: "Just asking casually, what are you doing? Saying tongue twisters?"
Xu Jiarong couldn't stand Song Yang's careless look, so she glared at him and warned him, "I'm telling you, Song Yang, don't go after Qing Nuan. She's the most innocent girl and doesn't like to play with you at all. Don't you see that? She's a good student who studies hard and is not the same type as you. Don't mess with her."
"Look at her. She's dressed like a cabbage from the city, so rustic. You sit next to her in class all day long, and you think I'm not annoying?" Song Yang said with a mocking look on his face.
Xu Jiarong still glared at him, "Are you still annoying? I think Qing Nuan is the one who is really annoying you! You despise her, but you still provoke her every day? Qing Nuan doesn't even bother to pay attention to you! If you think her clothes are too shabby and it bothers you, go ask the class teacher to change your desk. Do you dare? You don't dare at all. I think you are upset because Qing Nuan doesn't bother to pay attention to you and only likes to be with Cheng Ge. Your self-esteem is really hurt."
Xu Jiarong's words were always sharp, and they really touched Song Yang's heart.
She is right.
Song Yang has been Qing Nuan's desk mate for quite some time. He always felt that no matter which school he went to, he was popular among students. Boys were willing to treat him as a buddy and girls were willing to worship him as a male god. But ever since he and Qing Nuan became desk mates, he began to feel that everything was going wrong.
For example, no matter how Song Yang provoked Qing Nuan, whether by trying to be cool or by provoking and mocking her, Qing Nuan just ignored him.
For example, in the past, Song Yang could sleep for a whole class without the teacher noticing. But what about now? Qing Nuan was studious and liked the teacher, so the teacher would always hang around her, making it impossible for him to sleep - a typical case of innocent people getting hurt.
For example, when he provoked other students in the past, few people would stand up to him, but what about now? Every time he teased Qing Nuan and laughed at her, the first person to jump out was Cheng Ge, and the second one to jump out was Xu Jiarong. They would quarrel with him without hesitation to protect Qing Nuan.
In short, he felt that Qing Nuan was his disaster.
But Song Yang was stubborn and refused to admit it. Even though Xu Jiarong had explained it so clearly, Song Yang still nonchalantly retorted: "Are you kidding? How can she hurt my self-esteem? Maybe in the next life."
Xu Jiarong stopped bickering with him and just came close to him, looking at him with a smile, her eyes curved into little crescents: "What kind of person could possibly hurt your self-esteem? How about this girl? Come, look here, I'll give you a chance to appreciate a beautiful girl openly."
After saying this, Xu Jiarong kept smiling and leaned naturally against the railing.
Song Yang turned his head and openly admired the face he had been looking at for more than ten years.
Xu Jiarong joked that she was a beautiful girl, which is not an exaggeration at all.
Song Yang and Xu Jiarong grew up together. He has always known that Xu Jiarong has delicate features and good temperament. In addition, many of the clothes she wears are limited editions, which makes her very beautiful.
Today she was wearing a casual plaid skirt that just reached past her knees and an off-white T-shirt. Her pink sneakers matched her skirt perfectly. Her fair skin was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and her short hair was just right. It was hard to refute the description of her as a "beautiful girl".
But Song Yang had known her for too many years, and he had seen such a beautiful face for too many years, so he just glanced at Xu Jiarong, smiled, and reluctantly answered with three words: "It's okay."
Xu Jiarong had anticipated Song Yang's performance and was not surprised.
Although it was expected, it was still disappointing.
So, Xu Jiarong sighed jokingly and said, "Alas, Song Yang, Song Yang, I have been with you for so many years, but you don't even bother to look at me."
Song Yang snorted, and then said, "Why do you want to accompany me? I didn't ask you to follow me every day. You did it willingly."
Xu Jiarong slapped Song Yang on the head and said, "I am willing, right? If you have the ability, buy your own Coke and choose your own jerseys in the future. Don't call me all the time and ask me to have dinner with you. If you skip classes again, don't let me cover for you. If your dad comes to ask me which game hall you went to, I will tell you the truth. Go wherever you want!"
Song Yang immediately begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, it's my fault! We agreed back then that best friends will stick together."
"That's more like it."
Xu Jiarong nodded with satisfaction.
When the bell rang, the students on the playground dispersed and ran to their respective classrooms.
The originally bustling basketball court gradually became quiet.
Birds fly across the sky, taking away the laughter of young boys and girls, as well as the unspeakable secrets buried deep in their hearts during their youth.
