The football team of Beijing High School has always achieved acceptable results, because the principal is a fan, and the sports department has worked hard to enter the national middle school league in recent years. There are a total of 23 people in the team, much like the squad of a professional team, Wen Yu is in the position of substitute goalkeeper, and Fan Wu plays the main midfielder by frequently showing his accurate long passes to the coach. Every afternoon, the second big class until the evening class is the training time, one, three, five physical training, two and four simulated confrontation, the main force and substitutes disrupt the detachment, and also compete for the first start in the confrontation. Starters can participate in the North City High School League in the summer, and the best result of North High School is third in 1984. In the summer of the year before Wen Yu and them entered the school, Beigao upset and even lost the provincial attached high school, the first locomotive high, and the second locomotive high, and did not even appear in the group stage, and the principal felt that the sports students were unreliable, so the sports department would recruit amateur players like Wen Yu and Fan Wu to test the waters.

Even though basketball is the hottest thing in high school, and boys are proud to have a pair of shoes like NBA stars, there are still many girls who skip class to watch their soccer team practice. On the football field, Wen Yu wore a pair of Carter 2's white air column shoes to guard the door, making the big man cry out for a rage.

The main midfielder and the substitute goalkeeper were assigned to a team, and due to years of tacit cooperation, the defensive line was solid. The city has not been broken after two whole games a week, and Wen Yu sometimes looks forward to Fan Wu missing one or two balls, giving him some chance to touch the ball.

"Joining the varsity team is really the smartest choice I have made since I came to this high school!" Fan Wu finally found himself, playing fancy sticky ball skills on the court from time to time, and his messy hair couldn't keep up with the speed of other people's balls. There were girls on the sidelines who didn't know how to play to give some sparse applause, like a large dose of stimulant that made Fan Wu work harder.

"Be careful to please the girls and annoy the coach." Wen Yu leisurely looked at Fan Wu not far away, tirelessly, pushing the ball around the backcourt sideline, feeling funny, his hand touched the pocket of the fat sweatpants, which contained a bag of Zhongnanhai, a lighter, a box of chewing gum and a military wine jug. In fact, he had already made a decision: even if the ball came he would not save, so as not to burst out near the crotch.

As he said, Fan Wu was demoted to a substitute midfielder in the next game, and the new main goalkeeper Wen Yu continued to line up in the same team.

"I think there are a lot fewer girls who pay attention to me!" Fan Wu was finally replaced on the court, but he didn't run so actively, causing Wen Yu to risk the explosion of his crotch and pounced on several dangerous balls, and the wine bottle also knocked out a deflated.

"Please, just play your position, those idiot girls can't tell who is the main force and who is the substitute." Wen Yu distressedly reached into his pocket and touched the wine jug. These words obviously inspired Fan Wu's fighting spirit, and Wen Yu enjoyed his leisure time again.

Among the idiot girls Wen Yu talked about was Meng Meng, she naturally couldn't sit still in the afternoon self-study class, and it was impossible to always have a fun place to go, and sometimes she stood on the sidelines and watched the boys play football. This made Wen Yu a little angry, his own spring couldn't be closed, and he was stupid to stand there and make this group of lively boys covet. Of course, because she is a goalkeeper, and there is Fan Wu in front of her to ensure that the ball is man, but Wen Yu has been watching her for the longest time.

I don't know if it's Meng Meng's tandem, on Tuesday and Thursday of every week, the beauties of each class skip class to watch the team's confrontation, the teaching director disperses this group, and immediately another group comes, and finally there are more and more onlookers, and they need to arrive at the card position earlier.

"Does it look like a Miss Campus contest?" Fan Wu watched the weather turn cold, the girls were still wearing gauze skirts that were neither long nor short, even if they had been covered with white safety pants, the skirts were still facing the wind or the wind that the players had run, swaying charmingly and tirelessly, and some long skirts were floating, inadvertently revealing sneakers or black cotton socks that were quite stunning.

"All idiots." Wen Yu found that Meng Meng didn't get together with them, and he was a little relieved and a little disappointed.

"Why haven't you been to the game lately?" Wen Yu sat in the corner of the classroom after the game, gulping green tea with ice ballast.

"What's there to see?" Meng Meng asked rhetorically.

"Now a lot of girls are there to watch the game, like a football baby, are you afraid of being compared to them?" He still didn't give up, hoping that Meng Meng could understand that he still put her at the level of a beauty very objectively, and it was no worse than other classes.

Meng Meng still glanced at him with very inexplicable eyes and floated out of the classroom.

As a conscientious study committee member, Zhuang Xiaopang moved a chair behind Wen Yu and stood on it laboriously sticking to the new big list. Wen Yu didn't look back, but sat there trembling, for fear that the weight of almost two hundred catties would accidentally hit him. Zhuang Xiaopang didn't stand firmly, the chair slammed, Wen Yu seemed to hear the sound of his ribs shattering, and rushed out three or five meters away in a few arrows before he dared to look back.

His name finally changed his position, but he also followed the champion and came in second place. Wen Yu felt that this result was normal.

Wen Yu has analyzed the reason why this class has been the first in the grade three times in a row, that is, although they are dying all day long, other classes are even more dead. Listening to Zhuang Xiaopang, the boy who was trained in military training and the instructor "competed" was discharged from the hospital after being injured, and he had just returned to school for a few days, so he went to the outside class to find a group of people to fight, and was pierced in the left eye by the scissors that flew over nowhere, and returned to school after taking a break and staying in the hospital for three months, the boy would always run to the door of the classroom where he lost his eye, and grabbed a girl, pointed to his fake eye and asked, "Beauty, do you guess it will move?" ”

Yes, that boy's name is Shi Guoxiang, and his originally handsome star face has since become gloomy and cold, and he has the nickname "Dead Dog Xiang".

There are five people like this in this grade.

The five of them bowed their hands, recognized the dead dog Xiang as their eldest brother, and set up a small club called "kennel", when all the members of the kennel were rampant in the teaching building, even the always high-spirited teaching director bowed his head and detoured to avoid his edge.

However, they have never done anything with anyone in the school, nor have they come out for anyone, and they have not even confiscated the protection money, but they just exist silently in the school, like a group of lonely ghosts that are scary but not hurtful.

Of course, just because they don't do it with the people in the school doesn't mean they don't do it.

In the past, there would always be other high school boys who came to the gate of North High School to make trouble, but after this group of people made a name for themselves in the school, they suddenly stopped a lot.

"I saw sixty or seventy people rushing over from the provincial high school, all carrying sticks in their hands and squeezing into our school gate, and as soon as Dead Dog Xiang took those people out of the teaching building, he himself ran to the front, holding the fake eyeball in one hand and scissors in the other." Rat was talking about the joke he had just seen during the lunch break in the class, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if the dead dog Xiang was rushing towards him.

"A few people can't beat dozens of people!" Zhuang Xiaopang was also terrified when he heard it.

"The matter of the dead dog Xiang has long been spread to the provincial high school, who is not afraid when he sees this one-eyed, the scissors in his hand are the signal."

"Whoever dares to come up will gouge out his eyes......"

"Yes, I'll answer it!" The rat patted Zhuang Xiaopang's shoulder, and the two of them were shaking at this moment.

Wen Yu had seen the dead dog Xiang, or rather, he knew that before he died as a dog, when he had just started school and hid from Meng Meng, the two of them borrowed fire in the toilet from time to time. At that time, Dead Dog Xiang was still a very simple and enthusiastic boy, chatting with Wen Yu very casually, he had many buddies and many close girlfriends. And Wen Yu didn't know that he was the boy who singled out the instructor during military training, and he was still infected in just one conversation, and he always wanted to meet him again next time, but when they met again, he was no longer him.

The class bell rang twice, and there were only two dim fires left in the toilet.

"Does your injured eye still hurt?" After Wen Yu asked, he found that he was speechless, and pretended to naturally gag his mouth with smoke.

"Where do you still have eyes, take them off. On a rainy day, the head will react a little. Dead Dog Xiang skillfully pressed the "eye" back into the eye frame, took the cigarette handed by Wen Yu, and put it in his mouth.

"Didn't you find out whose scissors it was?"

"I don't want a second person in the school to be like me. I am who I am. Dead Dog Xiang's eyes were full of glory, he turned on the lighter, lit a cigarette several times, but couldn't match the cigarette butt.

Wen Yu held his hand and lit the cigarette, but his eyes were slightly moist. Wen Yu regretted that he guessed that he just ended up like this just to save face for his buddy.

Wen Yu knew that Dead Dog Xiang had not changed in his bones, and he was willing to insist on and protect something.

What Wen Yu didn't know was that there were also people in the school who said that there were actually six people in the "kennel", and many people saw Wen Yu often chatting with the dead dog Xiang Da Lala in the toilet, and a group of people lit cigarettes and responded enthusiastically.

"Wen Yu, you'd better not be with the dead dog Xiang and them in front of people, many girls in the class are talking about you." When Zhuang Xiaopang posted the new round of the big list, he turned around and lowered his body mysteriously to warn Wen Yu, even though there was no one around them at that time.

"The girls think they're hooligans, and the kennel thinks they're idiots...... We are all at this age, and there is no need for anyone to look up to whom, and who thinks who is not pleasing to the eye. Wen Yu remembered the dead dog Xiang's sentence "I am me".

"I don't think you're a person of this age, and you have to go around your brain a few times to figure out what you're saying." Zhuang Xiaopang nodded as if he understood something.

"But thank you for reminding me, I don't like to be noticed." Wen Yu laughed, and then plunged into the messy pile of books on the table to get ready for sleep. He knew that Zhuang Xiaopang, who had always been kind and persistent, would not give up like this. Sure enough, Zhao Yeye, who had not been in two classes, came to him again, "Do you always go with those people to deliberately attract the attention of girls?" ”

Wen Yu didn't give Zhao Yeye a chance to continue shooting, "I looked for them to make the girls hate me." After speaking, he glanced at Meng Meng nonchalantly, Meng Meng didn't seem to hear anything, and lowered his head to concentrate on stacking stars there.

"Actually, you don't have to do this, girls generally won't pay attention to you!" Zhao Yeye failed to shoot, and began to throw her atomic bomb again......