Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chu Zihang felt that many things today exceeded his expectations.

The reason for not leaving the stadium is very simple, just like what Fujimaru Ritsuka said, because a large number of Shilan Middle School students poured into the stadium. The families of these elite students doted on their children more than imagined, and used cars to pick up and drop off their children after school. There is no reason to come to the gym and just let them run around.

However, because Chu Zihang did not communicate enough with his classmates, he only thought that according to the school's requirements, there would be five or six people in each class, so he made a reservation with his driver at a more subtle time.

So the moment he came to the gym, he knew that something was going to go wrong today, so he was already prepared to practice basketball after the game.

However, even this preparation came with a surprise.

——President~~ Come to play ball?

When the girl made a suggestion to him, why didn't Chu Zihang refuse?

Obviously it is impossible to let go when playing ball with girls. Most boys who play with girls have only two possibilities: "they are in the process of dating each other", "they treat each other as brothers" and "they simply have low emotional intelligence".

Just because there is an objective difference between the average body values ​​of women and men, this is a physiological factor, and there is nothing to be ashamed of or to avoid.

Chu Zihang felt that his emotional intelligence was indeed low.

But he didn't expect that his IQ, or worldview, would also be strongly impacted after making that choice——

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boom! ! ! ——

"Hey~"

The basket let out an unprecedented wail, and in contrast, the girl hanging on the edge of the basket with one hand cheered. Chu Zihang sat on the ground with his hands on the ground, looking dull.

what happened?

Oh, I remembered it.

I was blocked.

Color gradually emerged in the boy's blank brain, and the picture was five minutes from now.

He agreed to Fujimaru Ritsuka's invitation and then divided into groups.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lu Mingfei were in a group, while Anger and Chu Zihang were in a group.

It was very reasonable to assign Lu Mingfei, who couldn't play but was at least a young adult, to a group of female players who were a little good at playing but had poor physical fitness, while he was on a team with an elderly person.

Chu Zihang thought it was fair, but he still won too much.

He originally wanted to say that he could fight three against one, but even Chu Zihang knew that he couldn't say this, so he hesitated until the start of the game.

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka took off the sweat-absorbent wristband on his hand and was laughing and warming up with the white-haired old man.

Is it an illusion? I always thought that the sound of the wristband would be too loud when it fell off. Was it put inside a black spider firecracker shell?

Chu Zihang had a trace of doubt in his heart at that moment.

Then watching the old man named Ange begin to beat his back to loosen his muscles and bones, Lu Mingfei kept shaking his head from side to side, his legs trembling, and he felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

Then, the screen started to fast forward and he broke through with the ball.

The person guarding him was Fujimaru Ritsuka. The girl's defensive posture was very standard, but Chu Zihang felt that he could rely on his breakthrough speed to defeat him.

Forget it, put some water -

Snapped.

The ball was snapped.

What happened at that moment didn't even need to be modified with gorgeous words, because it was just a simple and direct "raise your hand, take a photo", and then Chu Zihang stayed beside him with empty hands.

Immediately, the hurricane scratched a stinging scar on the side of Chu Zihang's face. The girl tore the atmosphere apart like red lightning, and then planned to go for a layup with the aura of joy like a husky.

Not like an individual, like an ICBM.

But the lightning that was beyond human imagination was blocked. Almost at the same time, thread-like lightning appeared in the eyes of the old man beating his back. He interfered from the side with an impatient smile, and his strong forearm was cut off like a white rainbow piercing the sun. The girl dribbled the ball and then reversed it for a fadeaway jump shot and a rebound goal.

Although it was normal, Chu Zihang felt as if he didn't see the old man move at all.

He smiled, he reached out, he got the ball.

It's like teleporting.

On the court, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then she said "I'm in a hurry" and angrily scolded the old man for cheating on him. The old man smiled with his hands behind his back, looking satisfied.

Cheating?

Turned on curvature jump?

Chu Zihang's rationality told him that something was wrong, but the game continued, but in a direction that he did not understand.

The two hurricanes began to collide, a bit like the two Yonko, known as the overlords of the sea, forcing each other with their domineering aura. The contact surfaces splashed out with tiny and hot electric currents, and their auras were as terrifying as wild beasts. , if it were placed on the basketball court just now, the players on the opposite side would not even have a chance to shout "Because we are the High School Affiliated to Fuzhou", and they would be completely overwhelmed and enjoy the coolness of the basketball court floor in November.

Chu Zihang could barely keep up with that kind of field, and he worked hard to catch up, because the boy's only interest and the field in which he was good at were being challenged like never before.

Immediately

The dribble was intercepted, the pass was intercepted, the layup was blocked, and the three-pointer was interfered with.

Chu Zihang felt less like he was playing basketball with humans, and more like he was competing in fancy dunks with Godzilla in human skin.

Finally, he seized the opportunity and jumped high, pouring all his strength into his lower limbs. There was a loud noise on the ground and the boy jumped into the air with his whole body in the shape of a bowstring in an attempt to dunk with a one-handed tomahawk.

Not to mention handsome, but not bad enough.

Then the orange-haired girl, who she judged as "objectively there is a gap, nothing to be ashamed of" jumped into the air and knocked the ball and herself away with the momentum of a volleyball smash.

The moment the ball hit the audience, Chu Zihang could even hear the sound of air leaking.

The cool-toned handsome boy fell to the ground with a dazed look on his face.

In front of him, only Lu Mingfei stood.

Lu Mingfei was actually out of the situation, but he got many chances to score goals because of Li Xiang's wonderful passes. He knew that he would not break through, and he shot when the monitor told him to.

Fortunately, he is quite accurate and can maintain a goal rate of over 50%.

Of course, Lu Mingfei had the consciousness that he was just trying to make ends meet.

So the boy hesitated a little and became concerned about his student council president.

"Um, is your butt okay?"

Say something humane.

Chu Zihang wanted to answer this question implicitly and elegantly, but found that he couldn't, so he could only speak.

“It hurts a little”

The president thought again.

"But it doesn't matter, I can continue."

President Chu, it is easy for people to misunderstand us when we talk like this.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to reply to this sentence in vain and vulgarly, but found that he couldn't, so he had to change the topic.

"Speaking of which, I don't know much about basketball." Lu Mingfei looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was trying to break through Anger, and muttered. "But what level is this class monitor? You didn't take the finals seriously just now, did you?"

"Well, I don't actually watch games very often. But -" Chu Zihang lowered his face and stood up.

"Maybe we can play a professional team that strengthens the company."

I'm talking about the professional military.

"Is it too strong?"

"Well, it doesn't look like a human being."

The two teenagers unexpectedly communicated with each other. Lu Mingfei looked shocked and sighed, while Chu Zihang's eyes became sharper as if he had guessed something.

These guys can no longer be called human beings

Seeing Anger once again intercept Fujimaru Ritsuka's dribble by some unknown means, Chu Zihang finally couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart and walked towards the two of them.

"Wait a minute -" Lu Mingfei chased after him because he suddenly remembered that he was still playing basketball, and logically he had to defend Chu Zihang alone.

But unlike Lu Mingfei, who was still focused on basketball, Chu Zihang could no longer hold back his inner doubts.

He walked quickly towards the two people, his heart beating more intensely with his steps.

Finally, he stood behind the two people.

And Ange and Fujimaru Ritsuka also noticed him at this moment and turned their heads.

What greeted the two was an urgent question.

Chu Zihang was so anxious that he took another half step forward, his frosty face trembling slightly at this moment.

"You guys too?"

The simple words made Lu Mingfei behind him stunned. What was going on? Did he suddenly start acting in a stage play? Why haven't I heard that the student council president has this interest?

But what surprised him even more was what happened later, because Fujimaru Ritsuka and the old man named Anger looked at each other, and then

"Right, I said the president will notice it."

The girl shrugged, and the old man opposite her nodded in acknowledgement, and asked accordingly.

"Not bad, but why do it have to be a basketball game?"

"I learned a few tricks and wanted to show them off."

"?"

After a brief conversation, the two of them turned to Chu Zihang, then pointed their thumbs at themselves, as if answering the question just now, and spoke.

"Yeah."*2

Lu Mingfei:?

ps: When I got sick, my first reaction was that I didn’t have time to review. I felt sorry for myself.

How pitiful must it be to live like this?

In the next life, I want to be the child of a star, preferably with stars in my eyes, long hair, sixteen years old, and a name like Ai Hoshino ()