On a sunny afternoon, I was standing on the pitch. It's not a basketball court, and I'm never going to play basketball in my life.

"The first step is to become a man." Previously, Zhang Hong said to me, "You see why those naughty boys always bullied you before, it's because you are weaker." Don't think it's okay to hide behind the Big Four, you need to make yourself stronger! Try your hand at ball games. Let's go play basketball together next time. ”

"No, no, no, don't talk to me about basketball. I definitely don't want to play basketball. ”

"Let's play football. The sassy and heroic posture running on the court will definitely attract Yan Jinfeng. ”

"This one is okay."

So on this day, I was pulled by Zhang Hong onto the football field and stood stupidly in the sun.

"What if I can't kick?" I asked Zhang Hong before the game.

"Then you stay in the backcourt, when the opponent comes with the ball, you fight up, grab it, and then drive it out with a big foot."

Constantly thinking back to what Zhang Hong said, I feel that it is quite simple. After a while, I saw someone rushing over with the ball, and I flew up to meet it. The man was startled, and immediately messed up, and I easily stole him.

When I got the ball, I didn't hesitate for a moment, and kicked the ball straight to the front, regardless of whether there was anyone in that direction or not. After successfully clearing the siege, Zhang Hong gave me a thumbs up. Looks like I'm doing pretty well.

After tasting the sweetness, I have made a lot of achievements one after another. I didn't expect to be so good at football. If you think about it, the explosive power when sprinting and the sensitive reaction when staring at people seem to be inherent in a cat. So, I'm really good at football.

Under the leadership of Zhang Hong, I went to play football in every physical activity class, and I fell in love with this sport. Here I can make the most of my strengths, I can get the praise of my peers, I can have more confidence than I have ever had, and I can feel that I am really stronger.

However, what does all this have to do with Yan Jinfeng? Yan Jinfeng doesn't like football very much, she occasionally walks around the playground. I stared at her a lot of times, but she didn't look at me a few times. On the contrary, Shen Yun often looked at me from the sidelines of the court, and I wanted to vomit when I saw it.

"No, this can't attract Yan Jinfeng's attention at all." I said to Zhang Hong complainingly.

"Then do you want to learn to fight, so that when someone finds fault with you, you can subdue him in turn. If Yan Jinfeng sees it, he must be impressed by you, and be overwhelmed by your manly charm. ”

"Okay, okay."

"I'll show you something fun when I'm out of school."

Zhang Hong's home is near the school, and I always go to his house to play for a while when school ends early in the afternoon. He has a lot of fun things at home, including military chess, darts, and colorful computer games.

On this day, he introduced me to a fighting game. I've never seen a game like this, and the characters on the screen are all big and powerful. In the process of fighting, the tense rhythm, handsome movements, coherent moves, and the sense of blow that bursts out from every punch and kick can't help but make people feel full of power.

I never felt this power, like something was being pulled in my body.

Zhang Hong has long learned to imitate some of these movements, and today he also took me to compare. It is simply pushing the arms and posing in various hand shapes, which looks not much different from doing radio gymnastics, but it makes people feel very comfortable. Especially when our arms collided together, the impact brought a slight pain, but it also gave me an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

It turns out that I can defend against other people's fists like this, it turns out that I can also do it so strongly, and it turns out that the human body can still be used like this.

I have always lacked this masculinity when I grew up in a girl's environment, and perhaps this is the reason why Yan Jinfeng is no longer friendly with me. A boy who is often bullied and has to be protected by girls, where does he have a little manly charm. And since then, everything has changed.

Zhang Hong and I often learn martial arts in private, and with the gorgeous and smooth pace of the game, I can dominate the football field. With a sharp reflex arc, strong explosiveness, and now an extraordinary skill, I have become even more unstoppable when I was already strong at the back. Attacking like a tiger, marking like a snake, breaking the ball like a swallow, I became the nightmare of every striker.

With the game's kaleidoscopic boxing, I can now fend off the bad guys who want to bully me. My own strength is much smaller than that of ordinary people, but I have mastered the skill of four or two thousand pounds; I'm not as strong as a human in attack, but I've developed a super defense. If anyone dares to challenge me again, I'll give that person a taste of being dragged to the ground by his own power or a punch on a steel bar.

In this way, I established my prestige, and no reckless guy dared to provoke me, not by virtue of the deterrence of the "four tyrants", but by my own strength.

But this still didn't get Yan Jinfeng's attention, she still stuck to You Fu as always, and the two were inseparable like plasticine. I feel as uncomfortable as ever, but there is also that nasty ghost Shen Yun, looking at me more and more weirdly, which makes people feel furious.

One day, during the class meeting, the teacher announced a message: "Students, the school honor guard has been replaced, and interested students can sign up to participate." ”

"What is the honor guard?" I asked Zhang Hong.

"It's the people at the flag-raising ceremony every Monday."

I couldn't help but get excited, and my eyes lit up. I've long admired the students at the flag-raising ceremony every Monday, they are majestic in their uniforms, their drums and trumpets are earth-shattering, and they are the brightest stars in the bright sunshine.

I have always dreamed that I can be one of them, not to serve the teachers and students of the whole school, just to make myself look handsome and handsome, to give a new impression to everyone who knows me, especially to show Yan Jinfeng my unique and charming image, let her understand who is a handsome guy, let her understand who to like! So now the opportunity came, when I needed it most!

I decisively signed up for the selection of the honor guard. The selection method is very simple, each person chooses an instrument and plays it, I chose the trumpet, because the trumpeter stands in a more prominent position, and the trumpet seems to be easy to master.

However, there are pros and cons, the number of people who choose trumpets is the largest, the competition is fierce, the teacher provided each of us with a trumpet, gave a simple demonstration, and then gave us a lesson time to familiarize ourselves and blow it.

I thought my lung capacity was okay, so I took a sharp breath, pressed my mouth to the correct mouthpiece, and tried to pour the air into it, but there was no sound, and it seemed that this thing was not as easy as I thought.

I tried many more times, and my mouth was as big as a toad, my face was red as a lantern, and my horn was dumb and there was no response. What's going on? Isn't it easy for the musicians on TV to blow their horns without changing their faces? Why can't I blow it when I'm trying so hard? Is the trumpet in my hand broken?

"Teacher, my trumpet seems to be broken." I shouted anxiously.

The teacher took my horn, wiped the mouthpiece briefly, and tried to blow it, and it sounded all at once. She handed the trumpet back to me and said, "This trumpet is not broken, you can try again." ”

I tried again, and with all my strength, I still couldn't blow it. I looked helplessly at the students around me who were blowing, they also looked relaxed, could it be that they used magic? Is it magic that only humans can use?

As the minutes ticked by, more and more students around me sounded their horns, but I still didn't make the slightest progress.

I was so anxious that it felt like when I was taking an essay exam, and everyone had turned in the papers one by one in advance, but I hadn't been able to write a single word. It's not okay to go on like this, for the sake of Yan Jinfeng, I have to blow it today.

I persevered and tried hard, and my throat was broken, but the trumpet in my hand was still so stubborn, cold as a corpse, that people couldn't do anything.

After a class passed, the teacher began to check the students' results one by one, and those who could blow were stayed, and those who couldn't were patted and left.

When the teacher came to me, I tried my best to the point that my hands and feet were numb, and the horn chose to be silent. I watched as the teacher shook his head and crossed my name off the list.

I stared at that list, this stroke is not just a name, this stroke is not just a loss of a place, this stroke is equivalent to a deep insurmountable rift between me and Yan Jinfeng, which means that what is lost is the love of my heart.

The teacher had walked away, but I was still silently staring at the place where the original list was in front of me, there was no light in my eyes, only the condensed blood, and the loss and fear instantly exploded like a volcanic eruption, turning into tears and bursting out of my eyes, and the whole world was slowly melting in this rolling lava.

After a while, the teacher appeared in front of me again, leaned down and looked at me worriedly: "Kid, what's wrong with you. ”

I was silent, and I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart, and I couldn't hold back my body anymore, and I cried instantly.

"Kid, do you really want to play the trumpet?"

I was speechless, just nodded subconsciously.

"Then the teacher will give you another chance, can you try again?"

With the comfort of the teacher, I gradually calmed down. I stared blankly at the trumpet in my hand, and the smooth copper surface reflected its distorted face, and I was so embarrassed at the moment. I shook the trumpet a little to straighten it up. The brass self moved from the mouth of the trumpet down the brass tube and disappeared over the edge of the horn.

I repeated the images blown by others and wondered what I had done wrong. Whether it's a trombone, a French horn, or other shapes of horns, they are not different in nature, no matter how complex their shapes are, aren't they essentially a trumpet? The sound just goes in from one end and comes out from the other, and the horn doesn't make a sound in the whole process. In other words, it just transmits and amplifies the sound.

That's right! How did I think of it now! If you think it correctly, now you just need to make your own sound at the mouthpiece to blow it!

I pursed the corners of my mouth slightly, for the sake of Yan Jinfeng, it's time to bet on the dignity of a man. I picked up the trumpet again and aimed it at the mouthpiece, no longer blowing hard, but vibrating my lips to simulate the sound of spitting bubbles.

A loud sound finally broke the dead silence before dawn, like a waterfall rushing down when the floodgates were opened, and like the first cry of a newborn born in this world. I burst into tears and laughed, the tears that had not yet dried, but now my eyes were blurry again, but this time they were warm.

On Monday morning, I was in the phalanx, standing under the national flag, facing the rising sun, and sounding the horn. It was the most majestic appearance I had ever seen in the class team, and it was also the most dazzling style I had ever imagined myself in the eyes of the whole class.

I excitedly glanced at the students lined up on the playground, looking for my class, looking for Yan Jinfeng's gaze in my class team, but in the vast sea of people, I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Can she see me?"

It seems that there is no ...... Because...... I can't see her either......