There are a lot of people watching the tennis training, and there will be a cheer from time to time.

The popularity of the basketball court is also very high, and I saw a person, and that was Yan Zheng. I'm kind of a believer in fate.

Yan Zheng is only one year older than me, but every time he finds someone in the third year of high school to play, there is no boy in Bauhinia Middle School who does not play basketball, and there is no one who does not know Yan Zheng who plays basketball. Because Yan Zheng has let everyone taste the taste of failure, that taste is not comfortable. So everyone remembered him.

The game has come to an end, and the score is that Yan Zheng's side is slightly ahead, I think something is wrong, because the opponent on the first day of school is much stronger than this time, and Yan Zheng has no reason to just win narrowly.

"Haha, look at how this guy is in the limelight again. Daxuan is also wise, and sent them off the court for a foul, their substitute is a fat man, he can't play, he can only grab the board or something. It turned out that there were only five people in Yan Zheng's class who could play. "There was a slippery high school junior smiling happily next to me.

Oh, I see.

The score quickly closed, and the senior took advantage of the loopholes in Yan Zheng's side of the defense to score again and again with a wonderful pass and fast attack. I saw that the fat man on the bench didn't look very good-looking, so I guess he was embarrassed too.

Then a high school junior swaggered past Yan Zheng and arrogantly compared a middle finger. I can't bear it anymore, Yan Zheng seems to have offended a lot of people. Because there were also scattered cheers around.

What is Yan Zheng doing? He was expressionless, as if he didn't care. The junior enjoyed the applause and turned to defend himself.

Only then did I notice that Yan Zheng had not sweated yet.

Not a drop of sweat was shed. Well, high school juniors have enough to drink a pot.

Sure enough, Yan Zheng's style changed when he played again, and at the beginning he focused on cooperation, playing smart passes and air catches. However, Yan Zheng began to incarnate into a single knife and burst into the crowd, pulling the rod!

The lever is specifically designed to dodge blocks, and the hit rate is not very high, which is a bit flashy. There are really few people who can master the lever well in high school, but Yan Zheng is different, his lever reminds me of Jordan, and Jordan once flew from the human wall formed by four defenders on the left side of the basket to the right side of the basket to complete the lever action, which can be called a classic!

"Defend people, guard people!" the senior shouted vigilantly. The people on Yan Zheng's side were all closely guarded. And Yan is facing one of the most burly people.

Yan is holding the ball. Then broke through to the left, the high school junior reached out to take out the ball, Yan Zheng instantly changed his back to his right hand, sprinted to break through, and went straight into it with a single knife. I shouted in my heart, Yan Zheng won four points in a row. The faces of those senior high school seniors stinked. The slippery senior next to him "leaned" lowly.

The junior returned to the baseline to serve, and the person who received the ball was obviously a little flustered. Yan Zheng stepped forward to defend him, and deliberately strengthened his footsteps when he approached him, as if he was stomping his feet.

As a result, the ball of the junior high school student was scared away! He was annoyed and angry, afraid that Yan Zheng would come to grab the ball, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng didn't care, and smiled: "Scum." I heard him say.

The referee didn't blow a foul (blind!), and the ball passed to another high school junior, who was obviously the best at playing in high school. He passed one person, the fat man who couldn't run, and then scored a layup.

After Yan Zheng received the serve on the bottom line, he rushed to the opposite three-point line, and someone intercepted, but Yan Zheng did not slow down, and sprinted with his left hand...... At the same time, reach out your right hand to catch the ball bouncing off the ground. Now there is no obstacle ahead. Yan Zheng scored easily.

Later, Yan Zheng actually shook a person with a pendulum swing.

Yan Zheng also staged a good show with his teammates, two people guarded one person, that person couldn't see it, so he wanted to pass the ball, but he regretted it as soon as the ball was shot. Because Yan Zheng suddenly appeared in the middle of the ball and broke the ball.

Why do I only describe Yan Zheng's actions alone? Because the whole audience seems to have become a stage for Yan Zheng alone. Yan Zhengcai is the starring role.

At the end of the end, Yan Zheng equalized or even overtook the score alone.

When Yan Zheng scanned the entire basketball court, no one looked at him. I'm an irrelevant person, and I'm a bit infected by the atmosphere.

Then the gymnasium remembered the bell, the senior students scolded and left, the tennis training seemed to be over, they left in an orderly manner, the gymnasium gradually emptied, and I slowly walked forward.

In fact, the people on Yan Zheng's side were also gone, but Yan Zheng still stayed, looking at this posture, it seemed that he was waiting for someone. But who are you waiting for?

When the field was completely empty, I took off my school bag and walked into the middle of the field. Yan Zheng looked at me strangely and said, "The gymnasium is about to close, aren't you leaving?" (The phrase is: Yo! ）

I didn't speak, nodded my head to signal that I understood, and then made a three-pointer and hit it.

I'm still pretty confident in my shooting posture because I practiced for two months during the summer. Yan Zheng's eyes lit up, and he said: "You are in good shape, you are suitable for playing forward, it's a pity that you can only throw the ball, come, try to get on a basket?"

I said I wouldn't, he motioned for me to look at him, and then made a layup pretty standardly. Before I could imitate it, though, the sound of rain outside the gymnasium caught our attention. Oops! I didn't have an umbrella with me! I had a brain pump, so I shouldn't have come here. The rain curtain outside the museum made the little saplings at the door bend their waists.

At this time, an old man came over and said, "It's going to close, go home quickly! "The old man seems to be a watcher, and he also knows Yan Zheng. She? Who is she? And what do I do with all this? I should think about how to get home. I was a little embarrassed, and Yan Zheng handed over an umbrella. "Huh, don't you need to?" I asked him. Yan Zheng shook the other umbrella in his hand. Strange, why did he bring two umbrellas?

Then we walked side by side outside the gymnasium, and he asked me my name, and I said my name was Xiao Sheng, and I was in the ninth class of high school.

Yan Zheng said: "My name is Yan Zheng, and I am in the ninth class of high school. I didn't expect you to be in a physical class too. ”

What does it mean? As long as it is Class 9, is it a sports class?

"It's a sports specialty class! The number in Bauhinia is nine, which is the special class of Bauhinia. Yan Zheng looked at me a little strangely. You don't even know this, do you?

I see! Dad, have you been fooled? I think it's weird! I didn't say I wanted to study physical education and enter a sports school! You won't be sent to a pit!

I opened the umbrella with a strange mood, and it felt even more weird, the two umbrellas were obviously a pair, the umbrella in my hand had the red letter Q, and the umbrella in Yan Zheng's hand had the black letter K.

We chatted for a while and parted at the entrance of the gymnasium. I saw Yan staring at the umbrella in my hand. If you don't like it, don't borrow it!

Yan Zheng's expression was very subtle, and he said, "Damn, it's cheaper for you, this umbrella is for you." With that, he turned and walked away, his hands in his trouser pockets. Don't you want to be so handsome?

I don't want your umbrella, I'll give it back to you.

Yan Zheng waved his hand. Didn't speak. I don't care, I go home first and tell my parents the meaning of the special class.

I remember that day, it rained so hard.

I also officially became Yan Zheng's younger brother from this day.