Section Seven.

What's so great about being mixed-race? Bian Nan took a piece of gum and put it in his hand, "I'm mixed-race too, both of us are mixed-race. My mom..."

Binan didn't say anything, turned around and stretched a bit, then started running back and forth.

Today Lao Jiang didn't push him too hard. Shoulder injury has a great impact on training, and Bian Nan's injury is on the right shoulder. Lao Jiang didn't arrange for him to practice serving or other shoulder-intensive training, except for footwork and net play.

Let's talk about it later. 边南 suddenly didn't feel like talking.

Are there any other injuries? After running three kilometers, he looked at Bian Nan and asked.

Whether you believe it or not, we will all end up dead. It's the same," Bian Nan said.

Nan Ge, Wan Fei put down his chopsticks and placed the paper bowl by his feet. He turned his head and looked at him, "Qiu Yi, those are not colored contact lenses, that's mixed blood."

Then he fell on me... Wān Fēi nodded and clicked his tongue, "Do you think Lǎo Jiǎng can be trusted?"

I didn't see clearly, I only saw the mask. Bian Nan patted the dust off his shoes and said, "What's so handsome about it? It's just showing off. That car with that color, and even wearing colored contact lenses..."

Rice.As Bian Nan rubbed his shoulders, he went downstairs with Wan Fei.

No. 边南 stopped and turned around, rushing back.

"You're quite white too. Why is it that even though you're putting in so much effort to pursue Xu Rui, you still can't catch up to her?" Bian Nan leaned against a tree and grinned at him.

Well. Bian Nan sighed, "Remember to say that I fell from the upper bunk."

Wan Fei lying on the ground, waiting for you to smash? Lao Jiang sneered.

"We are not mixed-race." Wan Fei pointed to the south and said, "Is there anyone else who talks like you? Can you still have a decent conversation?"

I won't eat it. Bian Nan pushed the bowl away and said, "I'm curious, what does Zhang Xiaorong see in him?"

Only you in the whole family think that I am his brother," Bian Nan said, "Don't you reflect on it?"

Do we still have school rules? Ben Nan was quite surprised. He asked this question to Wan Fei while they were squatting together at the school gate waiting for his father.

However, during the afternoon training, Lao Jiang did not believe in the setting of falling from the upper bunk and accidentally hitting someone.

Is he hitting you for himself or for Zhang Xiaorong? Wan Fei handed him the paper bowl and said, "Do you want to take a bite?"

"Auntie said you won't be coming home again this week?" came my father's voice.

"... ... Handsome, right?" Wan Fei continued eating, "Don't all the young girls like his type?"

General Jiang has assigned all the training tasks and is standing on the side, staring at Bian Nan.

It is said that there is, didn't Lao Jiang give us an example? Wan Fei ate the hot and sour noodles with great concentration.

The sports school only has one cafeteria. The chefs are always in a bad mood every day. Except during competitions, the food is still edible. Normally, the dishes they make are not lacking in meat, but they lack in appearance, aroma, and taste. The person in charge of the side dishes must have previously run a pig farm. They pair dishes based on their mood, and the way they cut the ingredients also depends on their mood. Once, I ordered a dish of green pepper stir-fried beef, and there was a whole lantern pepper in one spoonful of the dish, which was quite a sight.

When it came to these two words, Bian Nan suddenly stopped. Every time he mentioned the word "my mother", he had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe. The indescribable feelings towards his own mother made him unable to continue speaking.

Damn it! Didn't you see his two golden eyeballs? With a click of his tongue, Bian Nan's impression of Qiu Yi's appearance was only based on the eyes he saw during their morning run.

"The model is a handwritten copy. My copy is as illegible as ancient script, and I have to translate it first... " Bian Nan moved his arm and said, "Damn it, I won't be satisfied until I beat Qiu Yi to death!"

Wan Fei cooperatively stopped discussing this topic and squatted by the roadside again: "Let's go to my place after having dinner with your father tonight."

Don't use that tone to talk to me. Are you coming or not? I'll pick you up in the afternoon, and we'll go have a meal together. My father's tone was not up for discussion. Without waiting for Bian Nan to respond, he hung up the phone.

You said that. Dad sighed, "The two brothers are always talking about whether to fight or not."

"Nonsense," said Lao Jiang.

The two of them sat silently on the roadside for a while. As Bian Nan saw his father's Land Rover approaching, he kicked Wan Fei's butt and said, "He's here. Let's go. I'll drop you off at your doorstep."

Are you free? Wan Fei came out of the classroom and stood side by side with him against the railing.