One field, two rackets, eight people.

After all, the whole school is only 10,000 square meters, two teaching buildings, 200 meters of small playground, the sports area is even smaller, the basketball court is relatively strong, a total of three, the badminton court is really an inch of land, and the entire campus is the only one - therefore, this kind of place will inevitably become a place for soldiers. However, although the field is small, it is also strictly ruled, and a good game can usually monopolize one side, and the field is naturally decided by him, and the rest of the people can only line up and stare at the fast-moving ball, just like Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, Sima Yi, etc., playing together, watching the rapidly changing game like these three kingdoms.

"It's wonderful, good ball!" With a crisp sound, the shuttlecock slammed into the ground, bouncing, sliding, bounced again, and finally slid out of the green rubber and landed on the granite floor tiles.

"Let's take it, carry it away, next"

The person who spoke was Xiao Chen'an, he pointed to the ball on the ground and beckoned impatiently. Obviously, an opponent of this level really doesn't really interest him:

"Hey, there's no one on it, if you don't beat me, you can go back to brush the questions!"

Xiao Chenan looked at the crowd discussing on the sidelines with disdain, for him, it is one thing to beat or not, and it is another thing to dare to fight, it is obvious that this group of down-and-out guys who were beaten by him with shaved heads were undoubtedly cast into disdain again.

"Hey, that's boring."

Saying that, Xiao Chenan put away his racket and did not forget to pick up the lonely badminton, although there were only a few intact feathers left, but for the student party that lacked sports materials, this was also a first-class product. Walking like the wind along the way, except for nodding his head when he met an acquaintance, Xiao Chenan refused to let go of it for a second on the road. It is no exaggeration to say that it only takes 5 seconds to cross the 200-meter playground, and if you want to say that he often misses the beautiful scenery everywhere on the road, then it is possible, but for him, in the third year of high school, it is really necessary to race against time, except for playing ball, compressing other things for study is commonplace.

The classroom is still very noisy, although it is a recess, but at a glance - shooting, sleeping, eating, playing cards, it can be said that there is everything, if it is not for the sign of the 'senior three (one) class' at the door, I really can't see that this is a graduating class at all.

Xiao Chenan walked into the house, like a stone thrown into the sea, unable to stir up a wave, not that he has no sense of existence, but the classroom is too noisy, unless the teacher or leader knocks on the door and scolds him, it is difficult to attract everyone's attention. He was accustomed to it, after all, he had been together for two years, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of vegetable market classroom, and if one day everyone suddenly watched him walk into the classroom silently, it would be something worth his distress.

"How's it going, it's boring to fight them, right?"

In the noise, Qian Cheng almost shouted this sentence, but it was obvious that the voice was still small and pitiful, except for Xiao Chen'an, who was shouting with his ears open, it was estimated that it would not attract the attention of others.

"Aang, the same old way."

"Which plate to brush today?"

Xiao Chenan naturally didn't want to mention the fact that he couldn't find an opponent, after all, there were many people who played with him in the same class as him, and he still knew a little bit about this kind of talk. With a turn of the pen, he took out a stack of rolls and flipped them over from his head.

"You still like to look back at what you've done."

Qian Cheng said, and took out the same volume, and as soon as he opened it, it was a new page.

"That is, if you don't look at how much you have paid, where is the motivation to continue writing? You say yes! ”

In fact, these two have been on par since junior high school, and they were naturally admitted to the nine local famous high schools, and they were only considered medium in the class in high school, but because of mutual supervision, both of them worked hard, even on stressful days, they never procrastinated, and they never gave up until the task was completed. Maybe that's how it can make two ordinary people who are not "gifted and smart" keep up with everyone's pace.

It's strange to say, it's such a noisy class, although it is not dazzling in the grade in the first and second years of high school, but it has entered the third year of high school, and it is like a dark horse rushing out, and several times the weekly test will be a few levels higher than it The rocket class was cut under the horse, so that the head teacher of those classes was very embarrassed, and wanted to come to the field trip to find out, but before it was close to be repelled by the harsh sound wave, I had to sigh and return in vain.

However, looking at the long history, it seems that many successful people are also crazy and not favorable, like Leeuwenhoek, who is just a migrant worker who likes to fiddle with lenses, and Darwin is just a collector of mineral shells and small insects, and eventually become an indispensable person, maybe this is the so-called "practice makes true knowledge".

Having said that, these two young men started the topic without doing anything, without distractions, with empty eyes, except for the occasional few words of discussion and exchange, nothing else. From a distance, these two people really look like a bit of a scholar: Xiao Chen'an - 17 years old, quasi-senior in high school, looks very delicate, reveals the word elegance in his gestures, and I don't know whether he is shy or shy, and often squints at each other when communicating with people, so there is also a word "drag". For adolescent boys, his skin is surprisingly good, it can be said that he is not changed, clean and refreshing at a glance, because he doesn't like to dress up, he goes to school with his head all the year round, however, men who can stand the test of his head usually have a little posture, but no, this is a model of "inch head certification"; Qian Cheng - 17 years old, 4 months before his birthday in February, but he often treats himself as a qualified adult, thinking and talking with the tone and ideas of an adult. Compared with Chen'an, Qian Cheng's requirements for styling are much more demanding, from junior high school to high school, he has tried a variety of hairstyles, and finally chose the middle score to follow the trend.

The relationship between these two people naturally doesn't need to be said, they have been classmates for nearly six years and have slept together for four years, so that there is nothing to say between these two people, even if they have something to say, they don't have to say much, a look is naturally clear, just like an old husband and wife, everything is in plain sight.

Maybe he was too involved in writing, so that someone outside the window was talking about something, Xiao Chen didn't know it safely, until Qian Cheng thoughtfully handed over a note, he looked up suddenly, and looked in the direction where the note came from in surprise, but unfortunately it was too late, except for the crowded corridor, nothing was left. The young man by the window almost jumped up:

"Hey, Xiao Chen'an! You kid has an affair! Look at what's written! ”

The class fell silent almost instantly, looked at the window, and turned to stare at Xiao Chen'an in unison, as if expecting something.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen'an's side was not panicked, he took the note and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but it quickly fell again, returning to his former calm.

But with this subtle movement, he couldn't escape the clairvoyance of the "heckler", he immediately realized something, and whispered to the classmates around him, and soon the classroom became noisy again, but this time, the spearhead was pointed at Xiao Chen'an.

"It's just an opponent who doesn't know how many pounds and taels he has."

Xiao Chenan shook his head and threw the note into the drawer casually, like this kind of "challenge book" with no origin, he receives several copies almost every week, which can be regarded as a special care for the strong, but he has always ignored these, after all, he doesn't even leave his name in the challenge book, even if he wants to, he can't care about it. He picked up the brush again and began to write the question, but ah, this time it didn't seem to last long, he always felt that this challenge was unusual, the more he pondered, the more confused his heart became, helplessly, he put down the pen, fumbled for the note, and pondered for a while.

"What, got an idea?"

Qian Cheng squinted at him maliciously, and snatched the note that had been folded several times:

"Do you have an idea for the ball, or is it interesting for beautiful women?"

Qian Cheng smiled, the reflection on the lenses covered his eyes, but the obscene smile was still unobstructed, without the slightest hint of "mature man" style.

"Get out of the way!"

Xiao Chenan scolded this sentence almost without thinking, and looked at the note again:

"Don't you think it's strange? It's always been those junior kids who do some inexplicable challenges, but in order to prove their strength and status, they are extremely boring,"

He looked up at the window:

"However, this time it was a girl who came to pass the word, and even the boys came to be boring, how could a girl ......"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Cheng grabbed it:

"How could you challenge for no reason, right?"

"Well, maybe it's interesting."

This is the result of Xiao Chenan's thinking.

Although badminton is a highly competitive and exciting sport, there are not a few girls who play well, although he has not seen the female masters in the school with his own eyes, there are still some rumors, and there is a good player in the second year of high school, and he looks ......

"It can't be hers."

Xiao Chenan said such a sentence coldly, which made Qian Cheng stunned, but he didn't think much about it, after all, this kind of can't stir up the inner turmoil of the junior high school student.

That's it, a dull day has passed, why do you say it's usual, because except for the small accident of that note, the rest is really nothing, but it's just brushing questions, going to class, and brushing questions again. As usual, Xiao Chenan and Qian Cheng walked together, at the school gate, one back to the dormitory, and the other back to the rental house. School life is so ordinary, repeating the most ordinary things every day, living a life of two o'clock and one line in the dormitory classroom, especially recently it is the flu season, for the sake of safety, the lunch boxes are delivered to the classroom, this is even more desperate, even the canteen is not needed. Xiao Chen'an likes this kind of day very much, after all, he is not good at talking, he would rather bury his head in things than be anxious about complicated interpersonal relationships. Therefore, in addition to deliberately slowing down when passing by the court, he never wasted a minute or a second, and worked hard for the college entrance examination.

This is the status quo of education in China - after the wind of involution comes from Hebei, the academic pressure is increasing day by day, who doesn't want to shine in the college entrance examination and win the crown? So everyone studied desperately, you chased me, and the joint entrance examination continued, which really confirmed the old saying - as long as you don't die, you will learn to die.