The large list on the outer wall of Wenxing Pavilion is covered with all kinds of colorful pieces of paper, all of which are leaflets for student clubs such as Super English Corner, Scientific Research Society, and Go Club. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone wants to take advantage of the super popularity of the Wenxing Pavilion list to advertise their own clubs. The list layout, which used to look quite atmospheric, has now become very cluttered.

It was after dinner in the evening, and because there was still a night of self-study, the students went back to the classroom after eating. There are only a few sporadic people who wander around the island and take a walk after cooking. A small student wearing a peaked cap and a plaid shirt sneaked up to Wenxing Pavilion. She stood on the outer wall and pretended to look at the red sleeve list, looked around from time to time, and after making sure that she had not been found, she quickly took out a palm-sized piece of paper from her arms and pasted it on the wall.

When the task was complete, the student finally exhaled and relaxed. But as soon as she turned around, she immediately became nervous again. At some point, there was a young man wearing a No. 0 jersey standing behind her. The man smiled at her, and then said with a straight face: "Classmate, I see that you have bad intentions and have been following you for a long time, what is your name and which class are you from?" ”

The student dressed as a man was resigned for a while, blushing, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "I, Zheng Jiayi, haven't done anything bad, why should I tell you." ”

He Qingping, who played a majestic role, was satisfied, looking at the little girl's blushing face, looking cute, and wanting to laugh. But he stopped tapping her and didn't tease her anymore. It's really not his specialty to tease girls, but he only teases when he occasionally teases on a whim, and there are often sentences without sentences.

He leaned over and looked at the small piece of paper, on which a poem was written in red letters, the sky and the lake, etc., which made He Qingping look big for a while, and only a few big characters in the last row did he understand.

"Campus Literature Club? It doesn't seem to be interesting. ”

Zheng Jiayi seemed to feel insulted, and the shyness she felt just now no longer existed, and she hurriedly argued for her own club: "Combine many individual words together in different ways to form different meanings. What the literary club does is the most meaningful, and of course a vulgar person like you will not understand. ”

He Qingping looked at the other party's indignant appearance, and did not have the intention of arguing with her, but tore off the paper casually and returned it to the other party.

Zheng Jiayi was so humiliated that her whole body trembled with anger. However, he saw that the other party had a weapon in his hand, and felt that rushing forward with his own body would only continue to be humiliated, so he decided to keep his useful body and do more things in the future. In a fit of rage, she snorted heavily, then turned and walked away.

"Hey, you wait a minute," He Qingping called her to stop, "Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon." ”

Zheng Jiayi thought that the other party had not laughed enough, so she laughed angrily, and just wanted to fight with the other party. Thinking about the big deal and fighting to the death, I will definitely not embarrass the president. She turned around and was about to have a seizure, but saw that the other party ignored her.

The other party opened a stick-like thing in his hand, and it turned out to be a large poster! He didn't care about the red sleeve list of talents, let alone the other colorful leaflets, just put the poster on it, and began to find nails from his pocket to fix it.

The poster shows the school basketball team's game promotion, saying that there is a game in the gymnasium at 10 a.m. this Sunday.

He Qingping finished the work in hand, took two steps back and looked at it, as if he had seen a work of art, and then nodded with great satisfaction. He turned back to Zheng Jiayi and said, "It's okay, you go and post it now, just stick it on the corner." ”

Zheng Jiayi stood still, pointed to the poster on the wall and said, "You can see clearly, the nail is crooked." ”

He Qingping waved his hand and said magnificently: "Don't care about these details. ”

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The Wenxing Pavilion list was blocked by a crooked poster, and this matter quickly spread. Elsewhere on campus, flyers have been posted, and by Saturday night, it's already well known that there will be a basketball game on Sunday.

Approaching the game, the team did not train for the past two days, and even He Qingping, as a newcomer, was given a day off by Guan Yimei. After dinner that night, Mao Feng took Xiaopang and He Qingping to the classroom dormitory. Originally, the captain also invited Wen Daobing, but Wen Daobing coldly refused after asking the reason.

It was still the building where He Qingping was waiting last time, the lights of Tang Fatzi's house on the second floor were on, and a few rough laughter and persuasion came from inside, and I don't know which rich people he was talking to again.

Of course, Tang Fatzi was not their purpose, in Xiaopang's words, they came to invite Wolong out of the mountain. The three of them went directly to the top floor - He Qingping remembered that the last time he helped an old grandmother carry vegetables, it was mentioned here, and Mao Feng knocked on the door.

He Qingping was a little nervous, this was the first time he came to see the official coach, and he didn't know if the coach would be fierce and would not let him play because he was jealous of his basketball talent. He had rummaged through the box for a long time before he arrived, but he had to come in a new jersey - which he had been wearing for two days since it was handed out.

The door opened, revealing a small old man, and the three of them shouted almost at the same time.

"Lao Zhao!"

"Coach!"

"Grandpa!"

He Qingping was a little surprised and embarrassed, and the rest of the people were no better. Zhao Qianshan first gave He Qingping a chestnut, and then said, "Come in." ”

"Isn't Grandma home?" Chubby asked.

Zhao Qianshan immediately made a bitter face and said, "My foot injury was just right, so she left me to dance." ”

He Qingping's eyes swirled back and forth on the faces of Xiaopang and Zhao Qianshan, and he muttered with his fingers: "Lao Zhao, Xiaopang, Lao Zhao, Zhao Lei-" The next moment, he finally realized the key to the problem, and said loudly: "Really, they all have the same surname, I said why do you two look so similar." Well, it's just a bit of a big difference in body size. ”

Xiaopang and Mao Feng gave He Qingping a fist at the same time, and He Qingping had already been attacked by three people after entering the house.

Mao Feng said: "Coach, I believe you are also clear about the situation of the team, and we officially invite you to be the coach of the second middle school team again!" ”

Zhao Qianshan waved his hand and said, "I've been retired for two years, and I've long forgotten how to be a coach, so you'd better find someone else." ”

Mao Feng and Xiaopang glanced at each other, couldn't find a breakthrough point for a while, and didn't speak.

After He Qingping entered the house, he turned on the calculation mode, and this time he calculated the time in a whisper: "Two years ago, three years ago...... Hey, Lao Zhao, aren't you the apprentice who can't let go of your teacher-student love? ”

Mao Feng and Xiaopang's faces changed greatly, this topic is a scar for Zhao Qianshan, and it has always been a taboo topic for him. Mao Feng was about to fight, He Qingping immediately dodged, and pointed at Zhao Qianshan with a shirk of responsibility and said, "He told me by himself!" ”

Zhao Qianshan nodded and said, "It's what I said, it's been more than two years, and it's nothing to say." Anyway, I don't think I can even protect the safety of my own students, and I am not qualified to be your coach anymore. ”

Xiaopang knew his grandfather's temper, so he had already decided, so he gave Mao Feng a color and prepared to return in vain.

Before leaving, Mao Feng said sincerely: "No matter if, you will always be my coach." Zhao Qianshan nodded.

He Qingping also felt that he should say something, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't come up with anything good, and finally had to give up. He smiled and said, "Lao Zhao, I like to play basketball now, you want to come and see my game, and see how I teach that enlightenment middle school tomorrow." ”

"What middle school?" Zhao Qianshan hurriedly asked.

He Qingping was a little unsure, and asked Xiaopang: "Is it called Enlightenment Middle School?" ”

Chubby gave him a roll of his eyes: "It's called Qifan Middle School!" ”

"That's it," Zhao Qianshan smiled and said to He Qingping: "Then you have to perform well, I heard that this team is very strong this year." ”

He Qingping clenched his fists, "Okay, look at me!" ”