It takes a lot of time to fry the meatballs. Fortunately, the fried meatballs can be eaten directly, so I don’t worry about being hungry.

While listening to the class, Zhang Yang took turns to the kitchen to steal meatballs from time to time, feeling a long-lost pleasure. Fang Qianxue was impatient by the brother and sister running around, so she simply served a bowl and asked them to take it to the living room for food.

There was obviously no stolen fragrance.

After class, Zhang Shou stayed at school for a meeting. It was already past six o'clock when he came back. Supper was soon served. A pot of meatball soup, a portion of fried cowpea eggs, and the remaining pancakes and steamed buns in the morning were the family's dinner.

While eating, someone knocked on the door. Zhang Wei, who was watching TV, went to open the door impatiently, and then came back quickly without even saying hello, so the family basically knew who was coming.

Zhou Fan was born two months earlier than Zhang Yang, and the age difference was not big, but he was taller and stronger than him since childhood, and he still grew up like this.

After graduating from junior high school, Zhang Yang's body increased sharply. By the time he was on the side of his body this semester, he was already 1.82 meters tall. Zhou Fan was still steadily suppressing him, 1.86 meters tall.

This guy looks good, with bright eyebrows and tall eyes, tall and handsome, wearing a basketball uniform and a one-shoulder canvas bag cross-body. He is a sunny type that is very popular among most girls.

"Did Auntie Fry Crochet?"

Zhou Fan's mother passed away when he was in junior high school. Since then, he has been running to Zhang Yang's house more diligently. When he has not moved out of this community, he often has three meals every day for school. Zhang Yang's house has two meals. He has never seen him, so he put down his schoolbag and sat at the table, "I smelled it at the door, it smells so good."

"Wash your hands first."

Fang Qianxue immediately chased the person, "Did you go play ball again in sweat?"

"Yeah, class basketball."

Zhou Fan responded and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Fang Qianxue said again: "Your bowls and chopsticks are in the kitchen."

Zhou Fan washed his face and went to the kitchen to get his own bowls and chopsticks. He sat down next to Zhang Yang again, served soup and picked up a piece of pancakes to eat. Zhang Yang asked, "What did you tell your dad that I will be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon?"

"Yes, he was drinking tea in the office anyway, and he was idle."

Zhou Fan responded vaguely, "By the way, why haven't your plaster removed yet?"

Zhang Shouyi said: "It cannot be demolished now, and the doctor said that he would have to wait for another month before demolishing it."

"Then you can't play the ball all summer vacation?"

Zhang Yang was quiet and delicate when he was a teenager. Many elders joked that he was quieter than girls. He had few sports in his previous life, but because of Zhou Fan, this world was pulled together to play basketball and learn martial arts since he was a child.

His current body shape is similar to that in high school in his previous life, but he is stronger and muscled. In terms of figure, he is better than after he had a three-day fishing and two-day drying net fitness in his previous life. He dresses well and takes off his clothes with flesh.

In terms of appearance, it is not easy for him to attract fans simply by relying on his appearance, but being talented can definitely support his popularity. Zhang Yang always feels that he is the kind of person who is attractive and introverted.

Zhang Wei curled his lips and said, "It's all like this, why are you playing? I accidentally went to the hospital again."

Zhang Shouyi was cautious and a little taboo, and hurriedly said, "Hey! You can't speak like this!"

The brother and sister never remembered that their father had become angry with anyone. He was not afraid of him, but he still respected him very much. After hearing what he said, Zhang Wei stopped talking and focused on watching TV.

Zhang Yang drank two bowls of soup, but asked Zhou Fan to serve it as a bowl. Zhang Shouyi said again that he could not serve Zhou Fan to serve you. As a result, he had no intention of criticizing his son, but his wife said a few words and said nothing.

Zhang Yang put down the bowls and chopsticks and said, "Mom, I won't go to school tomorrow, I will go again next Monday."

He was going to the library to find music books, otherwise he would be harassed by Luoshen all day long. Although his voice was nice, it was still boring over time. Moreover, the information that words could convey in words about simplified scores and simple scores was limited after all, so he had to read and learn a lot of knowledge by himself.

Fang Qianxue frowned and said, "Why not go?"

Zhang Yang said: "I just got discharged from the hospital and had a day off. And on Friday, there was a weekend for one day of class, which was boring."

"You have been lying in the hospital for so many days, why are you still taking a break?"

Zhang Yang's family is strict and kind, and Fang Qianxue has always been strict in discipline. She doesn't let go, and Zhang Yang has no choice. Zhang Shouyi advised him again, saying that the final exam is about to be held in the university, and the results of the exam are related to those who apply for the university. You have been hospitalized for so long, so you can't relax and talk nonsense.

Zhang Yang didn't feel annoyed, but he didn't want to listen too much, so he had to agree to go to class tomorrow and went back to the room directly.

As soon as he sat down at the desk and continued to think about submitting "Linjiangxian", Zhou Fan followed in, closed the door with his backhand, and held an orange in his hand, pressed his butt on the table. While peeling the orange, he asked Zhang Yang: "You don't want to go to school, it's because of Lin Yiran, right?"

"No, I have something to do."

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, "I don't want to tell you."

"Okay, stop pretending, I don't know you yet."

Zhou Fan put the large chunk of orange peel on the table and broke it half of it to Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang waved his hand, and he ate it himself, saying, "I blamed this for you. I used to commit suicide by jumping off the stairs to kill you. I originally wanted to help you..."

"Help your sister!"

When Zhang Yang mentioned this, he was so angry that Zhou Fan didn't realize what this meant. After a moment of being stunned, he realized that it should be a swearing person. He continued: "I'm not thinking about using public opinion to help you build momentum, but it turned out to be a joke... OK, okay, I'm okay? Now, I'll give you oranges?"

"Eat yourself!"

Zhou Fan had to stuff it into his mouth again and said, "I really called Lin Yiran several times and asked her to go to the hospital with us to see you, but she refused to do anything, and I can't do anything about it."

Zhang Yang looked at the pig teammate speechlessly, "You asked her to go to the hospital to see me. Do you think she will go?"

"It's a bit difficult, but as long as you go, others will definitely think that you have a chance, and no one will laugh at you anymore. Maybe someone will see this method as effective and will learn to jump off the stairs from you."

Zhou Fan was still immersed in his own logic, but he didn't think that the joke of "confessing his love was refused to jump off the stairs and committing suicide" spread all over the city. Even Zhang Wei heard that if Lin Yiran went to the hospital with Zhou Fan and the others at this time, there would be a ghost.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything for a long time, Zhou Fan probably realized what consequences and costs Lin Yiran would have to bear when he went to the hospital to see Zhang Yang, and said, "Okay, it's really not realistic to ask her to go to the hospital to see you, but you two had such a good relationship before, and she didn't even call one or not care about it, which is a bit too much, right?"

Zhang Yang recalled that Lin Yiran seemed to have really made a phone call, and more than once, but he had just experienced Su Hui at that time and was confused. He had no intention of answering the phone. He hung up without thinking, and then turned off the phone.

"She has really beaten, but I've died."

"whispering sound."

Zhou Fan sneered, "Okay, you still hung up her phone? I don't know you yet. If she calls, even if the phone falls out of the toilet, you can pick it up and answer the phone directly on your face."

Zhang Yang: "…"

He said angrily: "Can you say something more disgusting?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while, "It's a bit difficult. If you feel it's not disgusting enough, just imagine that kind of picture. Is Lin Yiran's voice still so nice..."

Zhang Yang slapped him in the head, "Shut up and you!"

Zhou Fan didn't care and asked again: "Have you reviewed in the hospital? You'll have a final exam next week."

"No."

"You're quite calm."

The orange is not big, Zhou Fan stuffed the last two petals into his mouth and said vaguely: "Next year will be the third year of high school. This year's final exam is quite important. This is not ten years ago. It doesn't matter if it's bad before. A college entrance examination determines life and death. Normal grades are the basis for applying for the exam. Don't be careless and lose Jingzhou."

Zhang Yang sighed, "I know, you should spend more time. Today your dad asked me to take the exam so that he could scold you with this."

Zhou Fan was also a little worried, "There is no way, I'm not a good student. If the students of Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School cannot even enter a key university, they will not be laughed at to death... Forget it, I'll go back first and see you tomorrow."

Zhang Yang didn't plan to send him off. Zhou Fan walked to the door and turned around and said, "I will put your name on the bench in the basketball game, otherwise your extracurricular scores may not be enough this semester. I will write about participating in the training, but I will be fine because I was suddenly hospitalized and didn't participate in the competition."

"knew."

After Zhou Fan left, Zhang Yang thought about it, found the notebook he brought when he was in the hospital, found the Chinese notes, opened a page, and wrote some scattered words and sentences such as "rolling Yangtze River", "ancient and modern events", "waves", and "laughing talks", and forged conceptual notes.

I thought again: "I can say that I have been thinking about it all the time, but I can't write it out. Later, I thought about it every day and dreamed at night. This poem was formed in the dream, so I got up in the middle of the night and wrote it down...why would the novel follow this statement?"

Without a computer, Zhang Yang did not plan to write again, so he continued to deduce and plan the subsequent arrangements.

During the time I went out to the bathroom, I saw my parents and sister watching TV in the living room. There was a young girl singing in the picture. When he walked over, the picture happened to cut into a middle-aged man pressing the button and turning around, accompanied by the white fog effect of carbon dioxide.

Zhang Yang almost popped his eyes out. Although no one on the TV knew him, the scene was so familiar.

However, he thought about it for a long time but didn't remember it. He shook in front of the toilet and asked Luo Shen: "Did that show happen in his previous life? Otherwise, how could I feel familiar?"

No response.

Zhang Yang washed his hands and left the bathroom, asked again, and soon heard the familiar crisp, tender and sweet voice, and said lightly: "Isn't it just a few tricks to get the same in the talent show? Isn't it strange to have similarities?"

Zhang Yang let go and just don’t peep.

He sat down in front of the sofa and asked Zhang Wei: "What kind of show is this?"

Zhang Wei replied without looking back: "The Super League is very good... Oh, it started broadcasting after you were hospitalized. Mom, watch it, I will just say this is good."

Zhang Yang once learned about the development of the entertainment industry in his previous life because of writing novels. It seems that Yang Yuying became popular in the past life. The mainland began to implement the signing system, and the world has begun to perform talent shows. It seems that even with policy restrictions, economic development has promoted the progress of the entertainment industry.

However, smartphones have appeared, so this is not a strange thing.

He quickly understood the audition system. All five tutors turned their backs to the students. When they heard the sounds they liked, they pressed the button in front of them and turned around. If two or more tutors appear to choose one of the students, the students have the right to choose a tutor.

Because you cannot see your face, fairness can be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible.

"In fact, sometimes absolute fairness is actually unfair."

Zhang Yang secretly complained to Luo Shen, "For example, for me, if the mentors can't see the face, then my biggest advantage will be gone, right?"

"hehe."
Chapter completed!