The light in September is not too scorching, and is already somewhat soft like early autumn.
Wei Chuan stood in front of the light, tall and tall, and the breath of a young man hit his face.
His short hair was wet with moisture. He came to class after taking a shower from the training ground.
When Meng Tang got closer, he realized that his expression was very unhappy, and he was obviously in a bad mood, which made others subconsciously keep silent.
Meng Tang's arm was suddenly grabbed by Shi Lan, and she asked innocently: "Did I read that right?"
Meng Tang turned his face sideways and said, "You read that right, It's Wei Chuan."
"Why is he so white?" Shi Lan glanced at his arm suspiciously, "The group of people playing ball were all dark and dirty looking, but he stood out from the crowd."
Mengtang followed Shi Lan's words and looked over. Wei Chuan had a basketball straddling his waist, and light blue blood vessels snaked from the back of his hand to his forearm.
Hypnosis is looming under the white skin. When the fingertips move, the power contained in the muscle lines surges, as if to break the shackles of the skin.
Meng Tang stared at the undulating lines in his field of vision and blurted out: "Can you touch it?"
Shi Lan covered her mouth: "There you are again."
Wei Chuan walked over and threw the basketball into her arms: "Touch."
Meng Tang hugged the sliding basketball and stood awkwardly.
I started learning anatomy this semester, mostly relying on human models and anatomical atlases, which are incomparable to real people.
Wei Chuan didn't pursue it, glanced at Meng Tang, and said loudly: "Gather, the coach hasn't come yet, I will take you to warm up first."
Everyone consciously queued up, and Meng Tang pulled Shi Lan to the end of the queue because of what happened just now.
Wei Chuan raised his hand and waved: "Two laps on the playground."
Two laps is not bad, not to mention that Wei Chuan will run with him. One hundred girls are willing, except for Meng Tang, who has a wrinkled face.
After one lap, Meng Tang began to breathe rapidly and his face turned red.
Wei Chuan frowned, ran to her side and asked, "Can't run anymore?"
Meng Tang shook his head and hummed forward.
She couldn't resist the chatter from the influential figure on campus in front of everyone, and turned her face away slightly, signaling Wei Chuan to leave her alone.
Wei Chuan also saw a bit of Meng Tang's character. Although he was very cute, he was cute and cowardly.
He raised his lips and chuckled softly, and was stunned for a moment after laughing.
After two laps, Meng Tang’s legs went weak and he was about to sit down, but Wei Chuan grabbed his arm.
"Walking, can't sit down."
Meng Tangsheng was hopeless and held Shi Lan's hand that turned around to take her.
"How did you pass the 800-meter physical test last year?" Wei Chuan let go of her and asked curiously.
Shi Lan laughed: "It's a supplementary test."
Wei Chuan joked: "It seems that there will be a supplementary test this year."
"No way." Meng Tang muttered, "I will run well this year."
Wei Chuan: "The physical test is still a month away, you have to start exercising now."
Meng Tang naturally knows.
The warm-up was over and the teacher ran over.
After explaining the key points of the three-step layup, he asked Wei Chuan to practice first.
The elective examination for art students is not too strict, and the main examination is a three-step layup at the end of the semester.
Wei Chuan demonstrated once, causing the girls lining up to practice all pursed their lips to hide their smiles.
After explaining the steps and points of attention again, he asked the students to find the rhythm of the three-step layup.
Meng Tang was still the last one. After practicing, she found that Wei Chuan's expression was momentarily dull.
"Meng Tang, what are you doing?" Wei Chuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Three steps for a layup, and even the take-off is five steps."
"Meng Tang said confusedly: "I didn't."
"I'll show you how you walk."
Wei Chuan said, taking two steps, and on the last step, he followed Meng Tang's example and subconsciously took two steps forward before jumping up for a layup.
Everyone was amused by his awkward posture, and Meng Tang even raised his hands to cover his face.
"Why are you laughing?" Wei Chuan didn't miss anyone. "You're practicing for the exam, just remember the big one, two small, and three jumps. If you don't understand any of them, keep practicing."
Wei Chuan's tone was a bit serious, and he subconsciously brought the habits of the training ground into teaching.
The first lesson broke down two actions. From without the ball to with the ball, it was still terrible.
Wei Chuan was almost exhausted and sat on the ground to relax after one class.
This?"
Meng Tang's eyes rolled slightly, Wei Chuan did not hide it deliberately. Everyone in his dormitory knew that he had someone he liked, so he told Shi Lan, "It's for confession."
"Confession!" Shi Lan's eyes widened suddenly, "He has someone he likes?"
"Hmm."
"Who is it? From our school?"
"I don't know either."
Shi Lan said "tsk, tsk" twice: "If he confesses successfully, the girls in our school who like him will flood the training hall with tears." I suggest you practice more. The assistant coach is on leave. He is a junior and he has a bad temper. No one will let you off next week." Meng Tang was stunned and asked him through Shi Lan: "Aren't you the assistant coach?"
Wei Chuan said: "I smashed the backboard in the training hall and was punished for reflection. I only took you two classes."
This is also the reason why he was unhappy. He had a disagreement with the coach and violently dunked, smashing the glass of the backboard.
His voice was not subdued at all when he spoke. The other girls heard this and felt disappointed.
Meng Tang said: "I know, I will practice."
Wei Chuan was in a better mood and wanted to apologize to the coach later. Seeing Meng Tang's reluctance, he grinned, and the sun was not as bright as his.
Shi Lan was so dizzy from the smile that she grabbed Meng Tang and whispered softly: "Did you know that he has a nickname called 'Wei Tian'?"
"Wei Tian?" Meng Tang looked confused, " Is it so sweet? "
"Yes," Shi Lan has always followed Wei Chuan's short video account, "it was chosen by his fans."
Meng Tang: "He has many fans?"
Shi Lan: "Last year in CUBAL, he was appointed at the critical moment and led Z to reach the top four in the country. He gained 250,000 fans overnight. Because of his face, he gained another hundreds of thousands of fans within half a year. If he was in business, I'm afraid There will be more, but it’s a pity that Wei Chuan only posted the video in ten and a half months. If he wins the championship next year, the number of fans will probably increase even more.”
Meng Tang listened to Shi Lan giving her knowledge until the coach blew the whistle.
Hence the following week, Meng Tang did not see Wei Chuan again.
The original teaching assistant was indeed a junior senior at the Physical Education College.
After class, Shi Lan angrily scolded everyone, and then went to comfort Meng Tang, whose eyes were red.
"Don't be acquainted with him. I've never seen a boy with such a mean mouth. Just ignore him."
Meng Tang nodded, but felt bad.
This is not what Wei Chuan said about having a bad temper, it is clearly a matter of lack of cultivation.
No matter how poorly she learns, you cannot embarrass her in person and call her stupid.
Shi Lan defended her, and the two of them were sent to the playground.
Meng Tang did not want to implicate Shi Lan, so he had no choice but to go to the teacher. The teacher said a few words about teaching assistants and exempted them from punishment.
But they are obviously not popular with the teaching assistant.
The eyes of others fell on Meng Tang, like a silent but hard-to-ignore slap, which made her eyes red with embarrassment.
After accompanying Shi Lan to the canteen, Meng Tang bought three cups of milk tea and said:
“I’m sorry for letting you get scolded today. I’ll buy you a drink to cool off the heat. I’m going to the studio later, so I won’t go back to the dormitory with you. Please bring the other two glasses to Yang Ke and Lingyin.”
Shi Lan took it: "You are so polite. We are roommates, how can I still watch that bitch scold you?"
Meng Tang thanked her sincerely, but did not go to the studio after parting ways with Shi Lan.
After practicing for three nights in a row, Wei Chuan left the training hall before ten o'clock.
There was a missed call from home on his cell phone. He called back and turned onto a remote road.