初中没事去打游戏,“街霸”前头排得人山人海,我每次都让黄豆去排,自己在旁边猛敲其他游戏机。黄豆个子矮矮的,其他没印象。一旦轮到位置,他就疯狂地喊:“快快快!”我撒腿跑过去,投币,发各种绝技。黄豆把脑袋挤在一侧,目不转睛,主要任务是加油叫好。铜板打完了,伸手问他要,他会准备好两三枚,依依不舍地给我。后来学校流行踢足球,从日薄西山踢到伸手不见五指,过了六七点,拼的不是技术,而是眼力。黑乎乎的球在黑乎乎的夜里,一群人大呼小叫:“球呢球呢!不能踢轻点啊?估计又踢到沟里去了!”没人愿意带黄豆玩,他莫名其妙地被所有人嫌弃。这样的同学 Nothing to hit the game in junior high school, “Street Fighter ” the first row of people, I always soybeans to row, next to pound themselves on other game consoles. Soy beans dwarfed, the other did not impress. When it’s your turn, he’s wildly shouting: “Going fast!” I ran my legs and jumped around and made all kinds of stunts. Soybeans squeeze his head on one side, staring, the main task is to cheer. Copper plate finished, ask him to reach out, he will be ready for two or three, reluctantly gave me. Later, the popular school football, kick the West came out of nothing, after six or seven points, spell is not technology, but eyesight. Black ball in the dark night, a group of people shouted: “ball it! Can not play tap ah? Estimated kicked into the ditch! ” No one is willing to play with soybeans, he Inexplicably abandoned by all. Such classmates