Wednesday, cloudy with no raindrops.

Autumn is stronger, the autumn trees are depressed, and the autumn wind is swaying, as if telling a person's heart. Everyone who meets this scene, except sighing, there is no other way to express it better than to fit the heart of this autumn.

A sudden defeat is still affecting the group.

The people in the fourth class still couldn't keep up their spirits, and the people in the class didn't want to talk, but just buried their heads in their own exercises. Even if they had a competition with Class 15 in the afternoon, it couldn't ignite the enthusiasm of the students. Everyone seems to have pre-adjusted to the reality that the class is going to lose two in a row.

Zhong Jinyun hasn't been happy for two days, since that game, Li Qin and Li Weiping, two good friends, have no fighting, not so much reflecting, but rather missing their minds. Liu Xiyun couldn't say anything, after all, in that game, her mood was different from the rest of the fourth class.

Zhong Jinyun is a person who is easily emotional in private, and such a depressing atmosphere makes him really breathless, but he can't find a solution, so he can only escape from the classroom and gasp on the rooftop.

"Here you go." A white hand handed over a bottle of iced tea.

Since Saturday's incident, Zhang Yuqi has always had time to be by her side.

The refreshing black tea was poured down by Zhong Jinyun in one gulp. He needed it to stop his heart.

"Still deciding?" Zhang Yuqi inquired.

Everyone in Class 4 heard that the defeat was because Zhong Jinyun didn't play. Even if they didn't know if Zhong Jinyun had the strength to save the class, they would sprinkle their anger on him. Lian Liang Chengcheng changed his usual dull smile, and looked coldly at Zhong Jinyun's ridicule, and the others were self-evident.

"Well, it's annoying." Zhong Jinyun said against the wind.

"You know what? I've been through the same thing as you. At that time, I had just learned Latin dance, and I had high hopes from my teacher because of my high talent, and I was also very proud to participate in the national competition as a representative of Wuhan City, when I was only 10 years old, and I had already won numerous awards.

"And then?" Zhong Jinyun listened with great interest, and his upset just now was put aside.

Zhang Yuqi took a sip of green tea, leaned on the railing and continued to reminisce.

"I was hoping to win the championship, but I missed out on the championship medal because of a sprained foot. At that time, I hated myself and feared failure. I didn't think Latin was for me, and I wanted to walk away. ”

Zhong Jinyun's heart trembled like that, because the experience of the person in front of him was strikingly similar to his own.

"The day before I left Wuhan, I went to a stadium where there was the only person I had to say goodbye to." "The boy was there on time as usual, waiting for me. I confided everything to him without reservation, he didn't speak, and I thought that was the end of it. So I got up and prepared to leave. ”

"Just when I thought I was going to give up everything, he called my name, I turned around, and he said something I still remember with the basketball in his hand"

Zhang Yuqi paused, looked sideways at Zhong Jinyun, her eyes were already ruddy, and in the next second of blinking, the tears would leave her eyes.

Zhang Yuqi's lips slowly squirmed, and she slowly followed her heart to say word by word.

She said,

He said, at that time, Xiao Zhong Jinyun said,

Instead of facing the shadow of your own failure forever, it is better to turn around and embrace the new sun!

(I am happy for many days when you laugh, and I remember your words for many years)

……

In the afternoon, the long-awaited bell rang at 3:40.

Students flocked to the stadium in a roar.

Due to the abstention of Class 1, Class 16 won without a fight. However, this will not reduce the enthusiasm of the students to watch the game, after all, the 15th class is going to play again.

Different from the domineering of class 16, the gentleness and elegance of the boys in class 15 also attract people's attention. Just like their jerseys, a touch of white made many girls indulge in the smile of Wen Ao Rusheng led by Mu Shangtian.

Of course, it is undeniable that Wen Oban is a powerful girl cheerleader, and the joyful notes also hook the boys' minds.

And the mood of the players on the field in Class 4 is the same as their clothes, and the mood is so dark that it can't be darker. The same is true of the classmates in the base camp, except for the eldest sister who is still shouting "come on" at the top of her voice, the others don't even have the fighting spirit to watch the game.

Everyone basically agreed that this game was another one-sided bloody abuse. Different from the fierce momentum of Class 16, this time they want to bury the 4th class and his party who came to meet them in this unguardable three-point rain.

The listless Class 4 didn't even do pre-game communication, just standing there like a log.

"Hey! Mu Shangtian, this game is estimated to be won bloodlessly. Seeing this scene, Tan Feng said jokingly to Mu Shangtian.

"Of course, you look at the group of people opposite, and they don't even have the fighting spirit." Mu Shangtian wiped his nose with a look of contempt.

"Referee, let's get started, I can't wait." Tan Feng was already gearing up.

The referee picked up the whistle and waited for the 4th class to get in place.

"Look! Zhong Jinyun is here!! ”

I don't know who shouted, but it was this sentence that made the faces of Class 4 instantly bloody.

They followed the path of the sound.

Zhong Jinyun really walked towards them!

Wearing the long-lost golden Lakers jersey, pure white elbow pads, Kobe Bryant's black mamba shoes stepped on the way back, and the No. 24 on his back fluttered in the wind again.

Every time he looked here, every time he walked resolutely, every time he touched his heartbeat, and his long-lost smile warmed the hearts of the people in Class 4.

Zhong Jinyun, here!

The six people who had been waiting for a long time, the six hearts that were almost shattered, this time desperately hugged the returning heart.

The hearts of the fourth class off the field also came to life, and they shouted "Come on the fourth class!" The voice drowned out all the shouts just now.

The people of Class 4 are finally together!

The hands of seven people are stacked together, the seven hearts are fused together, and the seven voices come together.

They shouted:

At this moment, fight for Class 4!!