Being a bad student is also accompanied by risks in a very good process.For example, the situation of the two.

As graduates, it’s no big deal to get caught.But it may be that the sense of inductance is too deep, and the two also weaken the breathing rate on the lawn.

On the lawn of the alma mater, the white chrus lay on it, and when Josong pressed her body, she deliberately held the ground with her arms, without compacting the body of the white boa.

The two wanted to do it this way to avoid the night teacher survey.They looked at each other face up close.The other person’s breathing can also be clearly felt.

Their lips are so close.The body is also closely connected, a stimulating impulse, each other also began to desire, the other side can take the initiative to kiss themselves.

Also under this psychological prompting, when they hugged each other and concealed, the lips of the two slowly touched each other.The brain is blank, they think it all is simple.

Do not put out your tongues against each other, take the raging lights that are wandering, and hold on to them.Then came the deliberately lowered volume: "Child!How can you be a student, do this?”

This year!People always like to be smart.Josson thought that the exit of the railing here was only known to the bad students.Teacher, is that an idiot?

How can the teachers who like to fight with their students not know it?Every month they are here, catching a lot of early-loving children.

“You were killed.”In the intense shyness, when the birch whispered, he directly covered his head in Josong's arms.

But fortunately, with the progress of the times, the teachers' thinking

It is also improving.Then, after turning off the flashlight, the teacher, who was in a strong voice, whispered, "You each return to the dormitory, and I didn't see anything."

At this moment, the birch head was in Josun’s arms, and Josong’s head was pierced into the grass.The two choose silence is the best way.

Then with the teacher's walk away, the birch also hurriedly pushed away Josun, got up and drilled out the railing with the fastest speed.

And Josun always lay on the lawn, did not get up for a long time.Bai Hua had just tried to reprimand him for two words, but keenly she soon realized that Josson was not right.

“Did you hurt your leg again?”

“No.”In response, Josson also sat up, and looked east.

Through the school street lamp, he looked at the back of his benefactor, and he did not see him as much old for more than six years.If in the world of feelings, birch is the object of his escape.Then his master is the most afraid of people in the world of football.

“Is it the palace teacher?”Also look at the back, birch did not dare to confirm for a while.Unlike Josson, the whole second class of students, only he is qualified to call the master.

“Hmm.”

Listen to Josson’s response, looking at the regret on his face, and the tears in the corner of his eye.White Hua knew that this would be Josun's downfall.

Mr. Gong is a man who, like Josson, loves football.It was also he who single-handedly recruited rural baby Josson into the second.

The talented Josson, also because of the palace teacher, got systematic training.He is a thousand miles, and he is a master of Bo Le.It should have been a good story in the world of football, but because of his caprice, he destroyed the dreams of two people.

"My child, the whole country is scolding us for Chinese football.Master is waiting for you to give us a long face one day."In the strong regret, Josson even forgot the birch around.

Thinking about his high school senior year, he was recommended by Master to the professional football team for trial training, and that sentence was also his parting gift.Only people like them can understand the meaning.

Football is scolding all over the country, but football people hate iron and steel, and others scolding is watching jokes.What it feels like is not something that the party cannot understand.For a man, he does not argue with the bread, and he must fight for the tone.

But for whatever reason, Josson didn’t do it in the end.He felt that he was right and failed to fulfill his master’s wishes.

The boy did not burst into tears, but in a kind of extreme regret, Josun's teeth were biting his lips and trying to restrain the tears from pouring out.

“Crying!This is not cowardice, but a release.”Standing outside the railing, the first to tears of birch, also said to Josson.

The dream between him and the teacher, Baihua, was a witness.She may not understand, but she also knows the state of Josson's state of mind at this time.

Bai birch more clearly, the destruction of Josson's dream, is due to that injury.This was an accident, but it was because of Joe Song's teeth, and in the end, the menisonic plate was removed and the ligament was torn.He is the culprit, the culprit.

Looking at the stubborn Josun, still gritting his teeth and insisting on the appearance, he was obviously on the verge of collapse.And the railing in front of it is like separating their world.

“The taut.”

“Hmm.”

Also at this time, when she heard Josson's call, she also saw the face of his turning.There were rare tears in the eyes, but they did not flow out.Josson's stubbornness is also reflected in this.

“Do you remember your dream?”

“...”

She did not think that at this time, Josson would suddenly have this question.What is your dream, what is it?She thought of that summer under the sycamore tree, and a conversation with Josson.

“Me?”My dream is to travel the world.”

"But my dream is that as a professional player, you should be with me."

"No, the husband and wife are feudal social style, and I want to be a woman in the new era."

"Fuck, when I become a star and fly around the world to play, you can be together!"

"I'll try to be a journalist, and I'll live for you."

After that conversation, Josson walked the dream with his bag on his back the next day.She also works harder and takes on heavy learning.

Also at the end of the college entrance examination, Bai Huai was admitted to the Shanghai Jiaotong University's journalism department, and she wanted to become a journalist.And Josson...

Following the railing, the birch slid to the ground.Why was it all this time, Josun’s eyes were still inclusive.

He was himself, and in the end he had nothing.Bai Bing did not understand, but such a choson made her feel more guilty.Josson did not cry, and the weeping birch began to use his head, constantly on the iron railing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” She apologized to Josson and his dream.Bai Hua is hating herself, why do you want to fall in love with Josson, in the beginning she was even the active side.

If it were not for himself, perhaps now Josson was not in Huaixi, but in the far away Liverpool, there was a stadium called Anfield.

The head was on the iron railing, but did not notice the pain.However, when she wanted to increase her strength, it turned out that there was a hand to set the pavement for herself to sit.

“Josson.”

“Hmm.”

There was no remorse on his face before, and there was still a faint smile.