"Beep ......" came with a long whistle before the final sound came.

The group of Class 16 ushered in the embrace of victory. It was the first time they had received so much applause and praise since high school, and Bu Xiaotian didn't stay too much to talk to everyone, although many people gave people a very arrogant and domineering feeling on the court, but when they left basketball, they would be much more restrained, and even become a different kind of person. On the contrary, Li Lang kept taking this opportunity to get close to everyone, especially girls, writing autographs with others, or taking group photos. Most of the students in the first year of high school were blocked there, and the scene was not lively.

The group of Class 4, together with the base camp, didn't know where to go for a long time, but not many people cared. After all, the protagonist of this game has always been Class 16, and it is Bu Xiaotian. They're just losers, complete losers. During the race, even the sound of "Come on!" that encourages them to keep standing. "It has never sounded, and there is only an overwhelming "Class 16 will win, come on!" Under the flash, they are just backs, and they don't even have the opportunity to be backs. All the photographer needs is that pitiful and numb look in their eyes.

It's a class game, and it's not even decided yet. But like Mount Tai pressing the top, the people of Class 4 were pressed below. The phrase "basketball is not for you" smashed their blood-boiling hearts to pieces and scattered them on the ground, allowing others to trample on them.

(You may not understand why a group of high school students care so much about a game that is too small to be small, but when you really stand in the arena of youth, when you really sweat for that game, you may be able to understand what is contained in their hysterical tears, which is the love and regret unique to youth.) ）

……

"Hey, Whistling!" A loud cry.

"Huh?" When Bu Xiaotian was looking for Zhang Yuqi, he turned around in wonder when he heard the voice of a familiar girl.

Xunsheng looked over, and Bu Xiaotian's happy smile instantly pulled down.

"What." Looking at Liu Xiyun's big grin, he asked very inappropriately.

"You played so well, give it to you" Liu Xiyun handed him the bottle of Gatorade.

Even though Bu Xiaotian didn't want to continue chatting with Liu Xiyun, he couldn't resist the temptation of Gatorade.

After taking it, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank it freely, and the refreshing feeling instantly restored his physical strength and energy.

"Why don't you go back with your class." Bu Xiaotian felt that since he had drunk other people's things, he still had to continue to talk to others.

"Waiting for you!" Liu Xiyun's bright smile still hasn't changed. Even if she is the cheerleader of class 4, as long as class 16 appears, as long as Bu Xiaotian appears, she will defect to the original organization. She didn't care about the class, but she cared about the person in front of her.

"Oh, let's go." Bu Xiaotian looked at the smile and didn't know what to say. Silently, he left the fork in the road one after the other.

On the way, Liu Xiyun kept talking to Bu Xiaotian, from junior high school to high school, from basketball to others. Bu Xiaotian didn't pay much attention to it, and walked alone.

"Are you listening?" After talking for a long time, Liu Xiyun asked in a panic.

This sentence, Bu Xiaotian didn't know how to reply, even if he was listening to it just now.

He turned his head to look at Liu Xiyun, his big eyes full of expectation. The 183-year-old boy scratched his head embarrassedly, smiled a little shyly, and took it as an answer.

This time, Liu Xiyun blushed, her face was so red that she couldn't help herself, and she couldn't even take a breath smoothly. The slightly shy smile was so moving, two thin lips smiling, long eyes smiling, and two dimples on the cheeks were smiling.

Liu Xiyun didn't speak again, and trotted over, she was going to walk towards the classroom side by side with Bu Xiaotian.

(I'm afraid you'll never know that your smile that day has ruined my years forever)

……

Autumn evening. The bell has just rang after the first evening self-study.

The moon is like a camera recording good times, passing through the gently swaying branches and sending a shot to Class 4.

It disappointed, though.

This time, the class of Class 4 has lost its usual vitality, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is lifeless.

The second master's loud voice is no more, Li Qin is no longer messing with Li Weiping, and the enthusiastic squad leader and sports committee are also gone. Even Liang Cheng, who is usually dumbfounded, has a lot of sunken eyes, and the eldest sister is no longer there.

Even Zhong Jinyun felt strange, this class that was never short of laughter suddenly made him feel cold. There was no more slapstick and ridicule in front of him, and the sound in his ears was replaced by the sound of rustling books.

He didn't understand why this small failure would make a class like this. He has learned to be indifferent to the results of the game, to be indifferent and not to value the game of basketball. It's not that he doesn't love basketball, it's just that the experience 4 months ago made him feel knotted.

Which young and hot-blooded teenager doesn't want to fight for honor and touch the trophy, but he is afraid! He was afraid of losing again, afraid of other people's eyes, and even so afraid that he didn't dare to look at the scoreboard, and the scene four months ago was like a nightmare, every time he stepped on the official arena, he would appear, break through his defenses, break his heart, and then he could only flee or be numb.

……

The second class of the evening self-study is over.

The squad leader, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared, and he appeared on the podium with Zhao Biao.

Without too many words, just a sentence of "the basketball players come out and assemble." ”

Zhong Jinyun didn't follow them out, he was afraid that he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't even know how to look at them.

Hastily packed up his textbooks, picked up his school bag, and went out the back door.

"Zhong Jinyun!!"

Li Tiande scolded Zhong Jinyun, and the roar pierced the quiet night sky, and the sound of sleeping birds in the trees was startled.

Zhong Jinyun didn't look back, no matter how dim the lights were, he didn't want to face the faces of the six of them.

He didn't speak, he was afraid that if he made a sound, he would change his mind.

"Zhong Jinyun, class 15 can't fight!"

In a short sentence, Zhong Jinyun is difficult to give an answer.

If this was before playing Class 16, his answer would have been unusually firm. But in the evening self-study, after looking around at the faces of everyone around him, he was shaken, he wanted to save the heart of the class, the heart that had been boiling for basketball was about to move, so that he drank the whole bottle of cold mineral water in one go, he wanted to extinguish it!

But he was still shaken, after Li Tiande's words were shouted.

"Fight or not!" Wang Song's voice shook the lights outside the corridor to the point that they were flickering on and off.

"Zhong Jinyun, you can fight, right?" It was Li Chin's voice.

Zhong Jinyun pressed his chest and did not reply, and fled in a hurry!

"You're willing to ?!! this" Li Tiande shouted desperately towards the entrance of the disappearing building.

……