Cheng Fei hurriedly picked up the basketball and rushed over, shouting: "Hey, wait!" Your basketball! ”

He quickly turned over the flower bed and ran out of the school gate of No. 6 Middle School, but where were they still there, it was empty under the dim street lamp, and there was not even a single passerby. But in just a few seconds, how did they disappear into the open field?

Under the street lamp, a figure walked over tremblingly, and he shouted in a muddy voice: "Isn't this Cheng Fei?" What's the matter, can't you find a bedroom? ”

Cheng Fei saw that it was Director Zhang, and hurriedly asked, "Two people went out of the school just now, did you see it?" ”

Director Zhang looked behind him inexplicably and said, "Two people? Didn't see it. ”

Cheng Fei was puzzled and said "oh", for fear that Director Zhang would pull him to say some nonsense again, so he hurriedly said: "Maybe they are walking too fast, it's nothing, I thought they were people I knew before." Then, Director Zhang, I'm leaving, it's too late now, and I have to sleep after tidying up for a while. ”

Director Zhang originally wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was robbed by Cheng Fei's words, so he had to nod his head with "uh-huh".

Cheng Fei turned around and walked away quickly. He walked under the dim street lamp and looked at the basketball in his hand. It's not the first time he's touched a basketball, when he was in junior high school, he once had to learn to shoot in physical education class, and he once touched it, the ball skin surface was smooth, and the ball in his hand had a very delicate grain, and there was a sense of comfort that words couldn't express.

CHENG FEI NOTICED THAT THE BRAND NAME OF THE BASKETBALL WAS "SPALDING", AND SOME SCRIBBLED ENGLISH LETTERS WERE SIGNED WITH OIL PAINT PENS NEXT TO IT. He struggled to make out that it was in English - "Michael Jordan".

Room 204 in the student dormitory.

It is a large dormitory with a total of five bunk beds, which means that it can accommodate ten students, and in the middle is eight ordinary single desks put together. Fifteen students from the cement factory came this year, eight boys and seven girls, all of whom lived on the third floor and eight boys who lived in room 204.

Cheng Fei was busy cleaning up his luggage and making his bed, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and his nose was particularly sensitive to dust, so he sneezed one after another. Since he had just been sick and his strength had not yet fully recovered, he had to sit down at the table and rest for a while.

"Are you alright?" Yang Cong, who lived in the opposite bed, asked while making instant noodles. He is Cheng Fei's friend from childhood to adulthood, with black natural curly hair, a square Chinese face, dignified appearance, strong physique, and a sprinter. Cheng Fei has always wondered why he and Yang Cong have been playing together since childhood, and they have never seen him train for sprinting, why is his sports so good, but he is weak? It seems that this innate physique can't be strengthened.

"It's okay," Cheng Fei said, "how many shifts are you all in?" Do you know what class I am in? ”

"Deng Liang and I are in class five, I can't figure out how many classes you are in, there are several people named Cheng Fei on the blackboard." Yang Cong said with a smile.

Deng Liang looked up from the table next to Cheng Fei, who was holding a chemistry textbook for his first year of high school. This person also has natural curly hair, often squinted eyes, a pair of large eyes, thick lips, and very full muscles, and is easily angry at the provocations of others, and will never give up until he defeats others. However, he usually behaves very gently, a gentleman, and is very popular with girls.

"Hey, Yang Cong, our homeroom teacher is very beautiful, don't you think?" Deng Liang said with a grin.

"It's starting to talk nonsense again," Yang Cong waved his hand and said to Cheng Fei, "Think about it, he doesn't look at people without glasses, and everyone is not a beauty, he sees flowers in the fog, hazy and beautiful!" ”

"You should be in the first class, in the same class as Zhang Yulai," Liu Junfeng, who was reading a physics textbook at the table opposite, interjected, "The school is arranged according to the ranking, you are the first in the bureau, in the first class, I am the sixth in the bureau, so in the sixth class, Wang Zhiwen is also with me." Because Zhang Yulai was ranked ninth, there were a total of eight classes in the grade, so he was transferred to one class. ”

Liu Junfeng was born extremely thin, with a very sharp braincase, and is a genius in mathematics, physics and chemistry, but he is completely different from Cheng Fei in that he is very top-notch in sports, especially good at football, and was once the main striker of the school team.

Zhang Yulai, who was sitting next to him, obviously couldn't hear their conversation, he was listening to music with headphones on, while looking at a math textbook, and the not very good quality headphones leaked Zhang Xinzhe's singing voice of "Love Like a Tide". He has a round face, a pair of very bright big eyes, is loyal and honest, and is quite popular.

"Hehe, then Chen Jie and I are not the fourth in the bureau." The person who spoke was lying on Cheng Fei's top bunk reading a comic book. His name is Li Lin, his name is very female, but he is actually an out-and-out muscular man, who can do eighty push-ups in one go, and his wrench is rarely rivaled, his favorite reading is comic books and boxing magazines, and he is also a fan of fighting games.

"The three of them are big people, and we are all small people after three hundred...... Yang Cong took over the conversation, and a group of people were talking, when the sound of slapping the ball suddenly came from the corridor, which was extremely loud, and then Wang Zhiwen's loud voice could be heard.

Wang Zhiwen walked side by side to the door of the dormitory with a very strong senior boy, and walked in after talking for a while.

Wang Zhiwen was not tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong body, and was a well-known basketball master in the school at that time. Although Cheng Fei doesn't care much about sports, he has also heard of Wang Zhiwen's ball skills, I heard that he dribbles brilliantly, far exceeding the level of ordinary junior high school students, and I also heard that his shooting is nine out of ten, and the basket is like the sea in his eyes...... Cheng Fei thought to himself: I wonder if Wang Zhiwen can compare with the two masters at night?

Wang Zhiwen walked into the dormitory, closed the door with his hand, he was drenched in sweat, his face was flushed, he put the ball around his waist, and said loudly: "Brothers, do you want to play with me?" ”

The words were shouted loudly, but they were like stones thrown into the sand, and there was no echo at all.

Everyone in the dormitory glanced at Wang Zhiwen and didn't know what to say, most of them turned their heads and continued to be busy with their own affairs, but Liu Junfeng asked knowingly: "Football or basketball?" ”

Wang Zhiwen smiled: "You don't give me this set, the sixth middle school is a strong basketball school, basketball courts are everywhere, there is no football field, and there is no way to play football!" ”

Liu Junfeng shrugged his shoulders: "I advise you, let's devote yourself to our world's number one sport, you are still more than enough to be a substitute goalkeeper or something, don't engage in basketball as a career with no future!" ”

Wang Zhiwen ignored him and continued to say impassionedly: "I just talked to Hu Haitao, a sophomore in high school, and he said that the students from our cement factory children's school have basketball traditions, and they once formed their own team to defeat the school team of No. 6 Middle School, and later represented the school team in the Yichang basketball game. You must know that the school team of No. 6 Middle School has long occupied the top position of Gezhouba. But then it declined, the group of people in the third year of high school were very poor, and the sophomore in high school was not bad, and they were able to form a team to play in the top three of the grade. Brothers, Hu Haitao thinks that our physical fitness is good this year, and I hope to pull the team up with me and revive the majesty of the year! ”

This low-level speech obviously had no effect.

Wang Zhiwen looked around, a little deflated. Liu Junfeng is watching physics, Zhang Yulai is reading mathematics, Deng Liang is reading chemistry, Li Lin is reading comics, Yang Cong is eating instant noodles "snorting", and Chen Jie has long been missing. There were a pair of bright eyes that kept looking at him, which made Wang Zhiwen feel good again. It was Cheng Fei's eyes.

"Cheng Fei! Let's play together! Wang Zhiwen said with anticipation.

"I ......" Cheng Fei said hesitantly, "You know, I ......"

"I know you're not in good health, play with me, and promise to exercise your body well and never get sick in the future." Wang Zhiwen patted his chest and promised, "Trust me, that's right." ”

Liu Junfeng shook his head with a pouted mouth, and said: "Cheng Fei, tomorrow afternoon, our class team of Class 6 will have a game with the school team of No. 1 Middle School, bet on a carton of soybean milk, accompany me, and I will invite you to drink." ”

"Damn, don't go with him," Yang Cong wiped his mouth, "I'll sign up for the track and field team tomorrow afternoon and accompany me." ”

Cheng Fei looked at Liu Junfeng, then at Yang Cong, and said, "It's better to go to a place with soy milk." ”

"Holy!" Yang Cong slammed the table and shouted, "Iron buddy for more than ten years, a bottle of soybean milk was sold?" It's so uninteresting, I really misjudged you, it's unladylike to meet someone! ”

Deng Liang smiled: "How much soy milk to drink?" I'm going to watch you guys play, too. ”

The 204 dormitory was lively, sweeping away the silence just now, everyone gossiping, joking with each other, competing to drink the soy milk of Liu Junfeng's team. In those days, a bottle of one-yuan soy milk was considered a luxury in beverages, not to mention being able to drink it with an open belly.

In the midst of the noise, Cheng Fei saw Wang Zhiwen silently open the door of the bedroom and walked out quietly.

I...... Playing basketball?

At this time, the scene of the man flying and dunking suddenly appeared in Cheng Fei's mind, and the blood all over his body boiled in an instant. He didn't understand why he was excited, he had never felt that way for any sport.

The white elbow pad was slender, dribbling in style, stride, flying into the air, tucking in his abdomen and waist, and touching his fingertips lightly...... Pictures flashed in front of Cheng Fei's eyes like movie films.

He remembered that when he was just in junior high school, the head teacher asked him to sign up for the sports meeting, but he fainted halfway through the 1,000-meter track, and his ears were filled with laughter......

He remembered that he had secretly flipped through the borrowed martial arts books for countless nights, learned every trick and style in the book, and imagined that he was the chivalrous man in the book......

He remembered how many times he fell ill at the head of the bed, the anxious eyes of his parents, and the slightly mocking gazes of his classmates......

He has always wanted to be another self, not the good student and good boy he is now, and there has always been a wave of rebellion stirring in his heart, and this shell seems to be a kind of shackle, binding his free soul. He longed for fate to give him a chance to be another Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei suddenly remembered that basketball, in the dark, maybe there is really a force, maybe the opportunity of fate has come.

Thinking of this, Cheng Fei stood up and walked out. There was no trace of Wang Zhiwen in the corridor, but there was a sound of rushing water from the sink, Cheng Fei walked over to see that Wang Zhiwen was pouring cold water on his head and wiping his face, as if cooling this sudden enthusiasm.

"Let's play together, you teach me."

Wang Zhiwen raised his head in surprise and saw Cheng Fei's sincere eyes, the black pupils did not have a trace of impurities, and they were as clear as spring water in a mountain stream. He smiled, laughing from the bottom of his heart, and then nodded: "A word is a certainty." ”

Cheng Fei nodded: "A word is a certainty." ”

The two hands are clasped tightly together, shaking up and down. Wang Zhiwen's palm is so huge that it completely encloses Cheng Fei's hand, Cheng Fei thought: No wonder they say that he is good at dribbling, this is considered talented, and I, do I have such conditions?

Without waiting for him to continue to think, Wang Zhiwen said: "If you have time tomorrow afternoon, come and watch us play!" ”

"Who plays?"

"One half, three to three, Hu Haitao helped me make an appointment, here is me, Hu Haitao and Mao Huan, both of them are sophomores in high school, and they are also from our factory; Over there are the three main players of the Sixth Middle School team, guard Hou Yankun, center forward Zhang Hao, and their trump card - Xu Jian. Wang Zhiwen said thoughtfully, "Tomorrow is a rare opportunity, and I can fight with the strongest master of the six at the beginning." I'm going to fight to fame! ”