On the court, the dust accumulated on the ground is very heavy, and as soon as the ball touches the ground, it is stained with dust, and the dust is transferred from the ball to the hand, which can easily cause the hand to be black. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, it is very embarrassing to wear light-colored clothes, because it is inevitable that you will bump into each other, or it may be deliberately damaged, resulting in a different style with black handprints.

In the spring, summer and autumn I often wear light-colored clothes, whenever I play in physical education class, it is very embarrassing, every time it is white clothes into the field and black clothes out of the court, the degree of stains is no less than a set of pure black clothes, then you should choose the tide, double clean, stains without residue.

Ahem, I'm sorry for accidentally writing it.

Okay, let's get down to business.

In March and a half, the temperature had reached about 10 degrees, and the cold winter had quietly disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of cold in the sky, sometimes forcing people to put on freshly withdrawn cotton jackets. The sun in the sky moves quietly from south to north, and the long-lost warmth descends on the earth, and sometimes a warm wind blows in the sky.

This time last year, I left school with my bag on my back, and this year I took on a comedy role on the basketball court with a basketball.

To be honest, I like to play basketball, but I can't play it well. I belong to the kind of person who is very stupid, I am very slow to learn anything, I don't take the initiative to watch the ball game or anything to learn playing skills, I touch the ball on the field purely by shaking, and shooting goals is pure blindness.

What a state this is ... I remember that I started learning basketball in elementary school, and after more than ten years, I felt that I couldn't even play as an elementary school student, which was too embarrassing.

(As an aside, when I was in college, I met a black guy from South Africa, who was amazing when he played, and playing with him made me feel like I could reflex the arc around the earth for a dozen times.) ）

At that time, there was a 40-minute break between the second and third periods in the afternoon, and everyone in my class who liked to play basketball at that time took advantage of this time to play.

But the old turtle strictly forbade high school juniors who were not allowed to play during this time period except for physical education classes, but the rules of the school... It seems that as long as it is not very serious, it is like a gust of wind blowing in the ears, and the students can't help but violate it.

I remember that one day in that month, I went to play with Brother Chao and Monkey Laocai, and happened to meet Zhu Mu Wolf and his friends who also played ball.

Do you still remember the vermilion wolf? It was the strange man who preached that he wanted Brother Chao to look good, and took the initiative to ask us for a ball.

I wondered, is this a conscience discovery to resolve the enmity? But the process of playing ball really made me feel what it is to be a wolf in sheep's clothing with a knife in a smile.

He's tall, and his friends are big guys, and when I was about to throw the ball, the Lumber Wolf made a slap block, but it took a lot of effort and even made a loud noise, and the basketball was coming at my face.

It was too fast for me to take precautions, I just tilted my head in a hurry and opened the ball that hit my face, but the ball hit the corner of my forehead and bulged a small bag.

"What are you doing, don't you have long eyes?" If Brother Chao had been hit like this, he wouldn't have reacted much, but I was the first to erupt like this, and stepped forward and asked.

"Eh, you're slow, who can stop you?" Zhu Mu Wolf raised his hands and said innocently.

"You're not a child, don't you even have that little self-control?" The monkey also came over.

Zhu Wood Wolf's face was a little dark, and he said something and continued to fight.

It's a bit of a hard time playing below, and it feels like a war.

In the end, we completely lost track of time, and when we saw the group next to us in PE class, we realized that it was time.

A PE teacher asked us what we were doing.

Lumber Wolf and his three friends said they were in physical education class, but they didn't know what we were doing.

The PE teacher came over and asked us if we were still in class, scolded us, and kicked the old vegetables.

The old vegetable ruffian wanted to scold the teacher angrily, but was stopped by Brother Chao.

Then he picked up the basketball and left.

Before leaving, Brother Chao glanced at the vermilion wolf, full of mockery.

Zhu Wood Wolf's face darkened again, but after all, the teacher was present and couldn't say anything.