Just when he thought that he would be rejected again, He seemed to take out the textbook that seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, spread it out on the table, and looked at Zhuang Wenche.

"You've been going to ask for a long time, the footers are all folded."

"Thank you."

He looked at the girl in front of him, perhaps because he was a little embarrassed to be asked, pointed to the red mark on the textbook with a pen, and quickly changed the topic.

He also explained to her in detail where he seemed to be pointing, and he didn't finish until the afternoon when class was almost in class.

It is rare to have a physical education class in the afternoon, but Zhuang Wenche didn't have time to go to the dormitory to change the dressing for his wound because he was in the classroom at noon, so he had to choose to stay in the classroom.

Anyway, this is the second physical education class of the week, but unfortunately the first class didn't rain that day, and the second time it didn't work, he suddenly felt that this semester's physical education class was a little dangerous.

I went to the office to ask the teacher for leave, and went straight back to the classroom.

The door of the classroom was a little deformed when the students of the previous class were fighting, and every time the door was opened, it was accompanied by a screeching sound.

And in the empty classrooms where everyone went downstairs to go to physical education class, it naturally seemed even more harsh.

Zhuang Wenche covered his ears with both hands, and gently pushed the half-closed door open with his feet, so as not to disturb the students who were still in class in other classes.

As soon as he walked in, he saw He Qi sitting in his seat looking at him, the two looked at each other for two seconds, and Zhuang Wenche opened his mouth first:

"Why didn't you go to gym class?"

"You don't have either."

"I'm physically injured, so it's not convenient."

"Me too."

"Hahaha yes, that's a coincidence." Zhuang Wenche smiled awkwardly, he felt as if he was learning what he said, so he catered to him and walked back to sit down.

"Really, I didn't lie to you." He seemed to realize something in hindsight and explained, "I have a leg injury. ”

As he spoke, he was about to lift his trouser leg to prove that he hadn't spoken, but was stopped by Zhuang Wenche.

"Okay, okay, I'll believe it, your gauze is going to roll out of the table pocket."

Looking in the direction of Zhuang Wenche's finger, there was bloody gauze in the table pocket, and there was also the gauze that rubbed on the book on the side, probably the gauze that was secretly changed in the classroom when the classmates had just gone downstairs to go to physical education class.

He seemed to hurriedly stuff the gauze into it.

"In such a hurry? Your wound hasn't been bandaged yet, I'll go out first, and you can re-wrap it. ”

Zhuang Wenche, who was standing outside the classroom, looked up at the ceiling and thought about countless possibilities as to why she was injured, but in the end, he didn't ask because he didn't seem to say anything.

After physical education class, Lu Qinglin was the first to rush back to the classroom, picked up chalk and wrote on the blackboard:

Students who are willing to play the class competition should register at the Sports Committee.

I glanced at my masterpiece twice, thought about it, drew a parenthesis at the back and added:

The sports committee is the second-to-last row of the fourth group by the window.

"It's really hard for you to be an individual commissioner." Zhuang Wenche sat down, watched Lu Qinglin's every move, and when Lu Qinglin came down, he handed him the water glass.

"Bansai is so early this semester?"

"Yes, I thought it would be at least after the National Day, but they all want to start early in the science class, so they can play for a few more days."

"Then there are eight boys in our class, and except for those who can't play, we can't even make up a basketball team."

"Our two liberal arts classes can ask for foreign aid!"

"So good!"

Lu Qinglin nodded, seeing that the people in the class were almost here, he shouted the words on the blackboard again in the class, for fear that someone would not hear it.

After the inquiries of the only few boys in the second class, except for Zhuang Wenche and Lu Qinglin, no one often played basketball.

"You can't get on either, and you're not hurt."

Lu Qinglin leaned against the wall, tapping his notebook with a pen, thinking that he would go to the lottery next Friday, and began to think about countermeasures.

"I shouldn't have gone out in the rain that day, I had a car accident, I was so unlucky."

Listening to Lu Qinglin's chatter for a long time, hearing this, Zhuang Wenche realized that he hadn't come up with a solution.

"Don't complain, foreign aid has figured out who to invite."

"Nope."

"Then what did you do, give up the game."

", I don't want to hit you." Lu Qinglin gave him another roll of the eyes.

"Isn't Ke Chu'an playing basketball, call him?"

"Then he helped our class, so he can't beat his class."

"Hmm...... That's right, too. Zhuang Wenche searched for the people in his memory, sifting through those who might agree.

"What are you talking about?" He seemed to talk about the wet hand in the air, and the water droplets splashed on Zhuang Wenche's neck, he took the wrapping paper and handed it over, and said, "Doesn't this help him think about the Bansai thing." ”

"How's it going?"

"Nothing came of it."

"Isn't there any foreign aid?"

"There is one, but it may not work, because he helped our class, and he can't participate in their class."

"How many shifts?"

"Science Class 4."

"Isn't there a lot of school teams in Class 4, they shouldn't be short of people."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qinglin slapped the table and stood up, "Yes, how did I forget!" ”

Then, he turned around and slammed the notebook on the table, turned it back again, reached out and patted Zhuang Wenche's shoulder, and looked at him with a serious face.

"Lao Zhuang, Ke Chu'an is in the same dormitory as you, you have to help me tonight."

"Seduction? I can't. ”

"Get out, I can't even look down on you for being seductive."

"I want to hit you."

"A gentleman doesn't move his hands."

After a whole night of self-study, Lu Qinglin did not forget to remind Zhuang Wenche of persuading Ke Chu'an, and as soon as he arrived at the dormitory in the evening, he received a text message from Lu Qinglin:

Hurry up! The dormitory manager is strict tonight, and I can't stay overnight!

He held his small elderly machine, used the nine-bar key, and typed "Got it". But I suddenly thought that the short sleeves would cost two cents, so I deleted it again and decided to send it again.

"Ke Chu'an."

He looked at Ke Chu'an, who was bald, and tapped his desk lightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have a lot of homework today?"

"It's not nonsense, I can't see it."

"Are you thirsty?"

Ke Chu'an gasped and coughed twice: "Don't disgust me, let it go if you have a fart!" ”

"Don't you play class matches? My class can ask for foreign help, will you go? ”

"Yes, anyway, I am not missing such a school team in my class."

"Brother!"

"But I'm an amateur in basketball, I don't know how to play, don't blame me if I lose."

"It's okay, I'm not going to play anyway."

"You're shameless."

Ke Chu'an agreed so readily, and he also sent a text message back to Lu Qinglin: It's done!

When he came the next morning, Lu Qinglin already looked like a winner.

"I thought about it last night, I, Ke Chu'an, and Dong Jiacheng will bring another charter, and I will choose He Yang for the remaining one, and the rest will be alternatives."

"He Yang is too pitiful."

Speaking of this, He Yang took a letter and entered the classroom.

"Do you think he has a love letter in his hand?" Zhuang Wenche asked.