Yang Shuxia was rushing to school, and many banners promoting tonight's ball game had been hung around the school.

This Gou Wenshi is very insidious! Yang Shuxia thought. These banners were certainly not hung by Zhang Ziyi or the school, and these banners were ostensibly to cheer up the basketball team of No. 2 Middle School, but in fact they were to attract more students to see how they abused Zhang Ziyi.

There is really no lower limit to human morality, Yang Shuxia sighed.

The kick-off time of the basketball game was set at half past seven in the evening, which was strongly requested by Zhang Ziyi.

The time requested by Zhang Ziyi is very meaningful and the purpose is very clear, and the evening self-study time is from seven to half past nine. The kick-off time of the game is half past seven, and it is almost over at a little after nine, just in time to avoid the time of school and dismissal.

Zhang Ziyi's tone for this game is not publicity, no publicity, playing with a stuffy head, and losing with a hard head.

All measures are aimed at reducing the number of students who watch the game on the spot, after all, it is a game that is sure to lose, and it will save some face if you can save some face.

When Zhang Ziyi came to the gymnasium, his face was green.

The attendance rate of the gymnasium with more than 1,000 seats is actually 30%, and what is even worse is the cheerleader, their own cheerleader, the beauty of Qingyishui, Song Zhihui is impressively listed.

If there were so many beauties to cheer him on, Zhang Ziyi would be so excited, but today Zhang Ziyi is ready to let others blow up.

"Song Meimei, you don't go to self-study, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to cheer you on." Song Zhihui said strangely, her face full of excitement, and the calm and noble in the classroom were like two people.

Zhang Ziyi had a tangled expression on his face, and in this game, he had already decided to hold high the banner of non-resistance and play the role of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. However, there are so many beautiful cuties, how can people be embarrassed, how can they be embarrassed!

"Zhang Shao, why hasn't Team Zhao come yet?" The one who asked was another beauty, except for Song Zhihui, a transfer student, the others were regular cheerleaders of the school basketball team, and they were very familiar with the school basketball team. At this time, seeing that the ball game was about to start, only one substitute player Zhang Ziyi came, and there were three freshmen in high school, someone asked.

The Zhao team she asked was the captain of the school basketball team and the number one star.

"He's got a cold."

"What about Deputy Zheng?" The one who asked was the vice captain of the varsity basketball team.

"I have a cold, too."

"Who's who?" It was the other three starters who asked.

"I've got a cold."

"Ahh It's not a challenge, it's a search for abuse.

The cheerleaders composed of young girls in the flower season are also good at playing tailwind, not good at playing against the wind. Just now, he was still cheering and competing for beauty, and in a blink of an eye, he was like Xiang Yuekui, who had been exposed to the sun for half a moon and had not poured half a drop of water, drooping his head, sitting on the floor, wilting.

Only Song Zhihui was still jumping up from time to time, waving the colored balls in her hands twice, and still greeting the beauties on both sides, "Sisters, jump?" ”

The one next to him, if Yang Shuxia was there, would definitely be able to recognize Xie Xiaoling who he rescued from Huang Mao's hands. Xie Xiaoling raised the colored ball in her hand to her shoulders and shook it twice weakly, "Sister, you save it, we are doomed." ”

"Haven't you fought yet? Why is it lost? ”

"If one of the five main forces didn't come, how could it be possible not to lose?" Xie Xiaoling is the main force of the cheerleading team, she is very familiar with the basketball team, and she didn't say a word, she lost when the main force was on the line, and she didn't come this time, it is no longer a question of winning or losing, but a question of how much you lose.

"The main force didn't come?" Song Zhihui's attention was not here, I heard that he was coming tonight, why didn't he come yet?

Song Zhihui used Xie Xiaoling to sneak into the cheerleading team tonight, mainly because she heard that Yang Shuxia would play. It's not that Song Zhihui has fallen in love with Yang Shuxia, but I like the boy-next-door feeling in him, plain and bland, but very real.

Song Zhihui has seen enough of the usual people around her, dressed like peacocks. Tired of the pride on their faces, the artificiality of their expressions, the hypocrisy of doing things.

I don't know, will he be frustrated if he played and lost tonight? Song Zhihui didn't have the consciousness of becoming a brainless fan at all, but felt that it would be interesting to see Yang Shuxia's embarrassing scene. Who let him take advantage of me and say that where I am so soft, where there is soft, that is called the surname of Dan.

If Yang Shuxia was here, he would definitely say, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I always thought that although Song Zhihui had a cold appearance, she was actually an informal, compelling girl with a broad heart. The embarrassment of the two of them has long passed, but I didn't expect it to be remembered here.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that it was my boyfriend's birth tonight." A cheerleader said suddenly.

"Ah, I think about it too......"

“……”

After a while, only the thick-skinned, unresponsive, and Song Zhihui had a longing for Song Zhihui in the cheerleaders, as well as Xie Xiaoling, who accompanied Song Zhihui.

"What about the main force, why didn't you see the main force?"

"Didn't see the substitutes either?"

"Who are these goods on the field?"

There was also a lot of discussion in the audience, and those who could watch the game without self-study were all the hardcores of the school basketball team, and they were still very familiar with the main players, as for Zhang Ziyi, the substitutes in these substitutes were really not very familiar.

"How can these four people fight?"

"This is the rhythm of the rout, is it not enough to lose last time?"

"This is to find the field, purely to continue to blacken yourself."

There was more and more dissatisfaction, and there began to be a sparse lighter, drink bottles and other things thrown down.

Zhang Ziyi no longer knew what color to turn his face into, and according to this trend of public opinion, he lost this time and went straight to the traitor team. How can I mix in school in the future?

The only thing that's a little reassuring is that as discontent grows, a lot of people are leaving.

Gou Wenshi swayed over and asked exaggeratedly: "Zhang Dashao, you don't think that you are strong, just use four people to fight us, right?" ”

"Shit, it's good to take care of yourself, don't be nosy."

"It's not that I'm afraid of losing, I can't even make up five people. Or, brother, borrow you for your own use? Gou Wenshi's tone is as arrogant as it gets.

"Fuck off, believe it or not." Zhang Ziyi's face turned pale.

Gou Wenshi successfully angered Zhang Ziyi, laughed and walked back, but forgot the old saying, don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning. After all, this is the home of the No. 2 Middle School, and no matter how dissatisfied with the basketball team is, it is also an internal contradiction among the people.

Gou Wenshi's arrogance succeeded in attracting enough hatred points. Crackling, lighters, drink bottles, and the like are covered attacks.

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