The life of the first year of high school is quite easy, far from being as chaotic as the third year of high school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The kindness and understanding of the head teacher, Zeng Wenjun, as well as the non-heavy curriculum, let everyone get acquainted with each other in a relatively relaxed environment.

Ji Hong turned her head out the window.

The windowsill of the classroom of the first and second classes of high school is facing the small playground of the school, and because of the class competition, there will be boys playing basketball there every afternoon after school recently.

"Xiaoying, let's go watch the boys play!" Ji Hong said, "My father taught me that high school students should combine work and rest. When studying, study carefully; When you play, play with pleasure. Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend. ”

In ordinary people's families, they are strict fathers and mothers.

Ji Hong's family is an exception, her mother is very serious, with a straight face all day long, like a Marxist-Leninist old lady, while her father is amiable, communicates with his daughter on an equal footing, jokes and jokes, and there is no "generation gap" at all.

Qiu Ying was a little hesitant at first, she was afraid of meeting Xu Qianhuan on the court.

Because, she just rejected Xu Qianhuan's confession a few days ago.

Thinking about it, isn't this "there are no three hundred taels of silver here"? As long as there is no ghost in her heart, even if she encounters it, it is nothing, anyway, she has always thought that Xu Duhuan is just a passerby.

When I arrived at the small playground, I saw Xu Duhuan.

However, Xu Qianhuan did not play, he put his hands in his pockets, leaned on the stairs by the basketball court, and his face was expressionless.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qiu Ying found that he seemed to be haggard and thin, his eyes were no longer bright, and he seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, and his expression was also rejecting people thousands of miles away.

With a huge campus and the same school uniform, Qiu Ying didn't deliberately look for it, but she could always accurately screen him out in the line of sight.

This subtle feeling, she can't tell any of her friends, she has a conflict with He Bizhen, she has recently gotten closer to Ji Hong, but it is not good enough to talk about everything, when she sees Xu Duhuan, Qiu Ying has to pretend to turn her eyes away and make an expression of ignorance.

Almost as soon as Qiu Ying appeared, Xu Qianhuan quickly and clearly captured her figure.

Qiu Ying changed her hairstyle, she no longer left a flowing sea, but combed all the hair on her head back, tied up a high ponytail, revealing a clean forehead and dark eyes.

Across the playground and the crowd, Xu Qianhuan could hear her and Ji Hong talking and laughing, the voice was loud and even a little harsh.

He wanted to tell her that in fact, this kind of lively and presumptuous laughter suited her very well and made people feel different.

He just likes her pungent and savage appearance.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Lin Yang ran down from the court, his messy hair was soaked with sweat, "Why don't you come over and fight together?" ”

"I don't want to fight." Xu Qianhuan's voice was lazy and a little hoarse.

Lin Yang pulled the vest that was the only one left on his body, sat down on the steps in front of him, and said, "What's the matter, how long have you not played with us?" Earlier, it was said that it was because Zhang Zhicheng did not participate in the school sports meeting, but now? Zhang Zhicheng has a new girlfriend, and he didn't rob Qiu Ying with you, do you still look at him unpleasantly? ”

Xu Qianhuan looked at the basketball jumping on the court, his face was gloomy and silent: "I'm not in the mood today." ”

"When are you in the mood?" Lin Yang didn't wait for him to answer, grabbed his arm, and forcibly pulled him up, "Missing you cheap. Man, I'm really not used to it! ”

"Happy Wishes! Happy to the end! Happy to the end! The timely roar on the sidelines strongly stimulated Xu Qianhuan's nerves.

After all, the lost boy still couldn't resist the temptation of basketball, shook his head, and quickly followed the court.

Xu Duhuan on the court was completely like two people just now.

It seems that it is because Qiu Ying may see him playing.

He decided to cheer up, pretend to be calm, free and chic, and prepare to become a basketball master.

His cheap smile disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by, yes, indifference.

Of course, it is still the somewhat sensitive Lin Yang who discovered this, but his question is, is he playing cool to attract the attention of his female compatriots?

Although the basketball team in this class has been losing, the girls in the first and second classes of high school still have some sitting around the court to see if the basketball level of the boys in the class is still saved.

Lin Yang thought to himself, this may be the best place in high school.

The boys are sweating on the field, and the girls are cheering hard off the field.

Look at each other on the field, be considerate off the field.

Every goal is accompanied by every cheer. Every mistake is encouraged and tolerated every time.

The charm of innocence in the campus class is nothing more than this, because of you, I work hard, because of me, you exist.

In every basketball game before this, there were only five or six people in the first and second classes of high school who reached the level of play.

This made the squad leader Chen Jinghui and the sports committee member Zhang Zhicheng feel a lot of pressure, and they are a group of top students who can't be supported.

The difference now is that with Lin Yang and Xu Duhuan, two boys with a height of 1.80 meters, joining strongly, the overall strength of the first and second classes of high school has directly risen by two grades.

Xu Duhuan still didn't react, and looked at the changes on the field indifferently. It's a bit of a jump, but it's more of a daunting.

After the grouping, the five-on-five warm-up rehearsal began.

On one side are Lin Yang and Xu Quanhuan, as well as Li Yue, Liu Guoping, and Xu Zhichao.

On the other side are Chen Jinghui and Zhang Zhicheng.

……

Ten goals for a game.

The backcourt serve begins!

Lin Yang dribbled, slowly pushed forward, and made a cross step, and there was no problem to transfer the ball.

But Zhang Zhicheng, who defended him, played a good role.

He actually skimmed to the left, obviously having a tendency to be shaken, which even Lin Yang didn't react to.

However, Lin Yang, who made the move first, obviously still has the advantage of reaction time.

Lin Yang pulled back his right hand in time, pushed forward with the momentum, and surpassed Zhang Zhicheng, who was almost shaking, in one step, and cooperated with Xu Qianhuan's blocking, saw the defensive hole, and quickly completed an empty basket.

1 to 0!

There was applause from the audience.

"It's not bad, the sword is not old, and there is no big problem with the basic skills."

Lin Yang muttered to himself, but this Zhang Zhicheng has too much water, he has a body, no brains and skills.

Switch sides to serve.

Chen Jinghui held the ball forward, after the transfer, the ball returned to his hands, he saw the opportunity, fed the ball to Zhang Zhicheng on the inside, Zhang Zhicheng took advantage of the situation to prepare a small hook.

Do you know what it was like to meet a gorilla when Sakuragi Hanamichi turned around and went to the basket?

That's right, Zhang Zhicheng's expression at this time is like this, no, it's more terrifying than that. didn't even have time to blink his eyes, and was given a face-splitting hat by the oncoming Xu Duhuan.

"I'll go, Xu Duhuan, you're too big an orangutan, aren't you? Are you hitting someone or in the face? Zhang Zhicheng looked at Xu Qianhuan and said angrily.

With Lin Yang in charge, the strength of the two teams is basically clear.

In the blink of an eye, it was nine to four.

Of these nine goals, Lin Yang alone accounted for five, and Zhang Zhicheng scored three.

The four balls all came from Chen Jinghui and Zhang Zhicheng, and the rest of the classmates such as Luo Tengkai were all because of their good height and were driven to the shelves.

This time, it was Chen Jinghui's right hand breakthrough again, and he easily passed Xu Zhichao, who couldn't find the north, and he saw Zhang Zhicheng who cut in and broke through the pass.

Wait, the speed was too fast, Zhang Zhicheng couldn't touch it, and everyone didn't react. The ball was too big.

The ball didn't slow down much, and Lin Yang looked back at the basketball and flew towards Xu Qianhuan.

"Block the ball, Xu Quanhuan."

"Got it."

If you are used to this kind of ball speed, people like Lin Yang, who have been playing fancy dribbling for N years, will naturally have an instinctive reaction.

And Xu Qianhuan's reaction was even more unexpected, he faced the air flow of the ball, held the flying basketball in his hand, went around his back, and sent the ball back with a pass from behind, and it was Lin Yang who ran forward quickly to catch the ball, and hit a steady three-step layup.

This is only a second of coherent action, which stunned everyone else on and off the field!

There is no mud and water, it is gorgeous flowing water.

Just like a highly skilled ink painter, each stroke is subtle and does not procrastinate, allowing people to immerse themselves in the beauty of the picture.

"He is worthy of being a poet, and he even plays ball so freely." Lin Yang couldn't help but mutter.

Zhang Zhicheng didn't speak, he looked at the ball in disbelief, then put the ball down and walked towards Xu Qianhuan, along with eight other people.

The score, ten to four, is already a floating cloud.

The girls in the stands on the sidelines were very surprised, but they were surprised that these nine men were doing in the direction of Xu Qianhuan.

At first glance, this is still murderous.

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