I didn't want to chase you

Chapter 9

The thing is like this, Xiao Lizi stood in front of me in a posture trying to kiss me forcefully, but Simmonda, who was supposed to be teaching in the classroom, appeared on the stairs and walked up slowly.

Fortunately, I was still smart. Before Simmonda saw us, I hurriedly said loudly: "Left! I got sand in my left eye, blow it for me."

Little Lizi picked up my upper eyelid, checked it, and asked me, "Is your eye uncomfortable?"

"say to me.

Little Lizi looked at it for a while and said, "Maybe it's because you're blind."

Is it fun?

I took his hand away, "I'm fine."

Little Lizi pointed to the corridor, "Go to the left."

I turned the corner to find Simmonda.

There were stairs at the end of the corridor, and Simmonda sat on the stairs with his head down, looking very lost.

I asked him, "Can I come over?"

He looked up at me for a moment, "Come here."

I sat with him for a long time, when get out of class was over, there was a sudden noise in the teaching building, and amidst the noise, Simmonda seemed even quieter.

Although I would have preferred to just stay with him without saying anything, I reminded him, "Simonda, you can actually tell me what happened."

He looked up, a little dazed, "Migon?"

"I'm here." I said.

He asked me, "Maybe it's better for me to leave baseball?"

Here I want to explain that the full name of Simmonda's baseball team is Fort St. Louis, and Simmonda assumes the position of an Ace pitcher. Although his ability is sufficient, other players are not convinced.

There are only two reasons for their dissatisfaction with Simmonda. Simmonda is a rookie in the baseball team, and the rookie serves as the starting pitcher. They are not convinced.

There is also a more important reason. The original Ace pitcher in the team was injured in the training not long ago, and now he is recuperating in the hospital. Most players are still waiting for him to return to the team.

"But you really like baseball don't you?" I asked him.

I've seen him play baseball, and that look and confidence must have come from his true love for baseball.

Simmonda bowed his head again, and there was a deadlock between us again, so quiet that you could even hear your breathing.

I don't know how to break this deadlock, so why should I try to talk to him about dreams and insist on such unsustainable topics!

If he doesn't want to go to the baseball team, let him not go!

Is it still too late for me to persuade him to quit the team?

The appearance of the little yellow curly hair broke the embarrassment, and he was about to pounce on me, "Where have you been?"

"Me?" I asked him.

The little yellow curly hair stood firm, "It's you," he glanced at Simmonda next to me, and asked suspiciously, "Are you two dating?"

"no."

I explained regretfully, but he didn't listen at all, and walked back while walking, "Go ahead, we'll talk about it later."

Classmate, you left like this, how can I explain to Simmonda!

I hesitated for a while, and said to Simmonda bravely, "Don't worry, he's just like this."

"So," Simmonda asked me with a smile, "are you going on a date with me?"

Before class in the afternoon, Little Curly accompanied me to eat a sandwich.

I explained to him, "I'm not dating Simmonda. He's not having a good time on the baseball team. He's thinking about quitting."

"I'm not surprised," the little yellow curly said calmly. "He's not as good as Irving, that's obvious. Because Irving won't lose to Eisenberg so easily."

"Is Eisenberg very good?"

I never understood Little Yellow Curly's blind confidence in Little Lizi. He didn't answer directly. He said, "People like you who have been confused by Simmonda won't understand."

"You have a crush on Eisenberg?" I blurted out, only to realize it was rude.

The little curly yellow hair couldn't help but laugh, as if I was mentally handicapped for asking this question, just to make him laugh, I don't understand.

He told me: "Do you know what kind of existence Eisenberg is at the Olympiads Military Academy? To put it a bit exaggerated, he is faith!"

I don't know if he believes in it, but it's true that you are his fan!

I reminded him: "Speak human words!"

The little yellow curly hair explained solemnly: "I mean he is very good, but I have no desire for him."

Classmate, you are so upright all of a sudden, I don’t know how to take it down, hey!

I still didn't go to the afternoon class, so I went to the big warehouse to find Xiao Lizi.

Holding a baseball in my hand, I said straight to the point: "Teach me how to play baseball, will you?"

Little Lizi was playing with two dumbbells, he was not at all psychologically prepared for my sudden appearance.

I'm sorry for him, I scared him, the dumbbell in his hand fell to the ground...

He ignored the dumbbells on the floor and asked me, "Are you going to play baseball?"

I nodded firmly, "Yes, are you willing to teach me?"

"I don't want to." He picked up the dumbbell on the ground, walked in, and took another dumbbell from the bookshelf.

I followed, poured him a glass of water, and discussed with him, "Why don't you think about it again?"

He didn't drink any water and asked me, "Why do you want to learn baseball all of a sudden?"

"Because Simmonda," I told the truth, "was very unhappy at Fort St. Louis and I wanted to be on that team."

Little Lizi nodded, "And then?"

"That way I can know what he's going through every day," I said.

Xiao Lizi put the water glass on the bookshelf and took back his dumbbell, "Any team must rely on its strength to speak, and it's the same for everyone."

I quickly promised: "I will definitely work hard."

Little Lizi put down the dumbbells, stroked my hair, and said with a smile, "Then you can try it."

Little Lizi pushed a large box of baseballs to the basketball court behind the big warehouse, and played a game with me called "You Throw, I Pick Up".

He was in charge of throwing the baseballs one by one, and then I had fun picking them up all over the basketball court, but he threw the baseballs into the trees. It's kind of weird, isn't it?

I yelled at him: "I can't climb trees!"

He threw another baseball to me, right in my arms, did he do it on purpose?

Little Chestnut threw all the balls in the box. I put the balls back into the box and he would still throw them out. Slowly, I learned to be smart. I didn’t put the balls back in the box. I put the balls under the tree.

Little Lizi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked me, "Do you know why I asked you to pick up the ball?"

I said truthfully, "I don't understand."

He came over, stood on tiptoe and took the baseball off the tree, "I want to let you know how much I don't want to teach you. You joined the baseball team for Simmonda but you asked me to teach you. What do you think?" ?”