Siheyuan: It started with Yu Li's door-to-door work

Eat popsicle after popsicle.

Lie on a chair and watch the sky.

Then the grades came down.

Liu Yiming was admitted to a good university majoring in law.

He Yejing is also a law major at the university next door.

separated by several kilometers.

But not a city apart.

He Yerong lamented that the story of the two of them is quite fantasy.

I thought it was Liu Yiming's life.

It can be said that the heights are too cold.

However, he met He Yejing.

It can also melt more than half.

He Yejing retorted with her hips crossed.

"It's not more than half. I think it's all. Besides, he doesn't feel overwhelmed at all. He lives very seriously and is very down-to-earth, okay?"

But He Yerong just made fun of it.

In fact, he also fell into the whirlpool of the college entrance examination.

Same as He Yejing a year ago.

It's just a different kind of pressure.

The dust settled on He Yejing.

The whole person is like a grass that has sprouted.

Vigorous enough to contaminate the vitality of everyone around.

He Yerong felt that he was also infected by this kind of happiness.

Yet one stop onto the runway.

Inevitably, a lot of troubles will arise.

"He Yerong. Your culture is not good. If you don't make a breakthrough in sports, I think you will have no way out in the end. What's more, your current level is really low. When I first brought you with me, what happened to you? Lost motivation? Lax? Find the wrong method? Or something else? I am your teacher, you must at least tell me that I am also responsible for regulating your pressure."

He Yerong still nodded with a silly smile.

Like every time in the past few months.

He is in front of the teacher.

In front of classmates.

Even in front of family members.

There has been no hassle.

Heartless image.

So this image stays longer.

The more he wants to break it, the more hypocritical he feels.

But the results were unsatisfactory again and again.

Being a coach is no longer a compliment in front of everyone.

Patted on the shoulder and teased him for being lazy.

The fastest running pet.

Instead sigh.

His voice was lowered to criticize his poor form.

He could only smile awkwardly.

Laugh harder.

The more deliberate it seems.

But he doesn't want to tell everyone.

Except for her.

He Yejing from a few months ago.

The college entrance examination is coming soon.

Don't forget to take turns teasing at the dinner table.

He Yerong is a frequent visitor to the school health room.

Whether it's pretending to avoid classes you don't want to attend.

Or avoid training you don't want to go to.

Or there is a real injury that needs treatment.

In short, He Yerong almost runs several times a week.

The doctor in the health room was familiar with him.

He is also used to acting like a spoiled child.

So I won't talk about him.

Later, a new doctor came to the health room.

It coincided with his grades dropping.

Go there most often.

new acquaintance.

He Yerong didn't know how to speak.

Said he came here to avoid training?

Said he had no injuries at all?

The person in front of him doesn't look so easy to fool.

She adjusted her glasses.

"Student, there is no good solution for your knee effusion. If you can't do it, you can go home and rest, or take a plaster and put it on. You lie down on my bed for a whole morning. What are you doing?" Why don't you go home and sleep in your big bed?"

"I...I'm not going home."

"Oh. I'm afraid my parents will beat you and scold you."

"no!"

He Yerong is a young boy after all.

Facing the contempt of young girls.

And the tone of coaxing children.

It's always like being touched by the reverse scale.

Zhang Yawu refuted.

Do your best to prove that you are not an obedient card controlled by your parents.

"That's fine. Go home, little classmate!"

"Doctor, you look very young, don't call me that, it's weird."

The doctor looked up at it.

Then smiled.

"Thank you for praising me for being young. But you also said that I look young. In fact, I won't tell you. But don't worry about it, go home and rest, or you will die *room."

"I don't go home, I can't go to the training ground, let alone the classroom."

"What do you mean? Are you going to be here?"

"Correct."

He Yerong took it for granted.

With some honesty.

And stubbornness.

The person on the other side can't do anything about him.

The pen didn't stop prescribing medicine.

"Then let's go through a process and prescribe some medicine for you."

"Thank you."

He Yerong didn't raise his head.

A little bit.

The doctor smiled.

"You're like a dog in the rain."

"Are you calling me difficult?"

"No, no. I think you are quite interesting. But, little classmate, let me guess, you don't want to go to the classroom, this is understandable, you don't like to go to class, don't like to study? If you don't want to go home, it's because your parents are asking you Why did you come home halfway through the class, and you were too annoying to ask. If you didn’t go to the training ground, the coach scolded you? Did your effusion affect your grades?”

Just a few words.

Every sentence hit He Yerong's mind.

He began to suspect that people around him could see it too.

Just don't want to understand.