Fake Slackers

Xie Yu threw the ball backhand to He Zhao, and the two switched positions.

He Zhao dribbled the ball a few times, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few people gathered outside the basketball court.In this weather, Luo Wenqiang only wore a sleeveless jersey, and his arm muscles were particularly prominent.

He Zhao took a few glances: "They?"

Xie Yu pulled down the zipper of his jacket, looked at He Zhao's casual dribbling, didn't care about 'them', frowned and said, "Be serious."

"No, what are they doing around the two girls..." Before He Zhao finished speaking, the two girls squeezed out from Wanda holding hands.

The two girls ran so fast that they almost showed the speed of the [-]-meter sprint in the school sports meeting. They looked panic-stricken and fled into the teaching building as if they were running for their lives.

……

He Zhao didn't understand the development of this story, nor could he imagine the cause and effect.

Luo Wenqiang and the others didn't understand much.

Wanda stood there and touched the back of her head: "Why did you run away?"

Liu Cunhao reflected for a while: "The attitude we spoke just now was okay, gentle and polite, and didn't hurt them."

Luo Wenqiang felt very tired, and went back to the basketball court with the ball in his arms. He really couldn't understand the girl's mind, and said as he walked: "The question is, do they understand... Remember, you are a good brother who is upright, upright, upright! "

There are three or four teams scattered on the basketball court.

The third class took up half of the court, and the fourth class next door could only pat the ball and walk inside.

The fourth class was divided into two teams. It seemed that they were going to play a friendly match. The scale was quite formal, and one of them had a whistle hanging around his neck.

He Zhao withdrew his gaze, intending to do some tricks one-on-one with Xie Yu seriously.

However, before he could throw the ball, he saw a ball flying diagonally across without warning, hitting Luo Wenqiang straight.

Luo Wenqiang reacted quickly and took a step to the side. The ball almost brushed against his face, approaching suddenly like a gust of wind, and finally smashed heavily on the opposite iron net.

--"boom."

The ball landed heavily on the rubber floor and bounced several times.

"I'm sorry," said a boy in Class [-] standing two meters away from them. He had very short hair and a cropped cut. When he spoke, he smiled and spread his hands innocently, "Slippy hands."

After finishing speaking, he trotted all the way to the edge of the iron net, bent down to pick up the ball, then raised it high, and threw the ball back to the field with force from his wrist: "Go on, brothers!"

The team made a fuss for a while.

Xie Yu's first impression of that smirking and non-smiling cut-head was not very good, commonly known as not pleasing to the eye, seeing Luo Wenqiang playing well, but being accidentally interrupted by his "hand slip" for the second time, he couldn't help but stop. The next question: "Who is he? Can he play ball? Does he have a hand problem or a brain problem?"

Just as Xie Yu finished speaking, there was another "bang" behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Wenqiang's voice suddenly increased: "What's the matter with you."

Being interrupted several times, no matter how good my temper is, I can't help it.

"That's right," the man smiled, pointing to Luo Wenqiang's basketball stand, and then he explained his intentions, "We usually use this, and we're used to it."

Class [-] is not a physical education class, and I have never met them before. I guess they changed classes temporarily today.

Dare to treat the stadium as your own home.

Luo Wenqiang was startled by how shameless this man was, and didn't know what to reply for a while, when he saw a ball slam into the opponent's back, making a muffled sound.

The man "fucked" and looked back to see the legendary boss of Xilou standing two meters away with no expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," Xie Yu said, "my hands are slippery."

The people in class four are typical bullies.

He was very clear about Xie Yu's background, not only Xie Yu, but also the lazy looking guy leaning on the basketball hoop, although he didn't speak, there was a warning in his eyes.

When I walked over just now, I saw the two of them playing separately from the rest of the class, and thought that the relationship between them was not very good.

Although they were upset, the people in Class [-] didn't dare to say anything. Finally, holding their breath, they bent down and picked up the ball. When they got up again, they had a little smile on their faces, and they patted the ball lightly and said, "Your ball."

Hard or brother Yu hard.

Liu Cunhao made a "powerful" gesture to Xie Yu.

There were two bosses in charge until the end of the physical education get out of class. The two classes played their own games, and there was no more friction.

When Luo Wenqiang collected the sports equipment after class, Wanda couldn't hold back and said, "Brother Yu was so cool just now, that Liang Hui from Class [-]..."

Xie Yu helped hold the ball, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Liang Hui?"

Wanda: "It's the slippery one."

Liang Hui is also well-known in the grade group.

However, his fame is not the same as that of a "school bully". He only dares to do some petty theft behind his back, and after playing dirty tricks, he still refuses to admit it when confronted.

Mentioned privately, everyone at this age knows who he is.

There was no one in the equipment room, Xie Yu put the ball in the storage box, and just after putting it away, Wanda continued to gossip: "Isn't the sports committee always thinking about basketball games? Mad Dog said that there may not be any this year, because of him."

"Wait a minute," He Zhao recalled after being reminded by Wanda, and interrupted, "It's that bitch."

Wanda, who was intimidated by the word 'dog thing': "...Brother Chao, I didn't realize that you are so good at cursing people before."

He Zhao: "Be polite. Be polite and be civilized. I usually don't swear easily."

The basketball game in the first year of high school ended in farce, and the score was voided.

Liang Hui's entire team played in the same way, no matter how dirty they played.He Zhao originally signed up with a few boys in his class, but he hadn't played in the preliminary round yet. Sitting on the sidelines and watching, he felt a headache: "What's the matter? This kind of team is still beating the farts."

In the end, He Zhao didn't even bother to play.

After meeting him once, he had no impression of Liang Hui, nor did he know his name.

Old Tang won a physical education class for them. During the Chinese class in the afternoon, the whole class cheered. It looked like it was an open class: "Teacher, I will answer this question, and I will answer it!"

"I can recite this classical Chinese passage!"

"I!"

It made Old Tang feel very embarrassed: "I don't feel comfortable with your behavior."

"Don't panic, don't panic. Teacher, we are so proactive in class."

"Okay, let me mention it again," Old Tang shook his head, smiled and said, "There are only two weeks left before the final exam, so please don't have any psychological pressure and pay attention to the review method. It is very important to sort out the wrong questions. Read the wrong questions in each subject several times..."

Final exams are approaching.

Usually, everyone has no other time for entertainment, only two or three physical education classes a week, and Old Tang tried his best to snatch them from the teachers of various subjects.Although those teachers couldn't beat Old Tang in the class, they were not willing to give up just like that, and left more and more homework for the students in class three.

There are only two sets of math test papers left, and all the subjects add up to form a thick stack.

Xie Yu took a shower, walked through the corridor, and when he walked to the door of He Zhao's bedroom and opened the door to enter, He Zhao had done all the homework until there was only a set of math papers left.

This person was quick to solve the questions, and most of the questions only had a check mark on the side and circled the options.The big questions are more perfunctory, and I made some drafts, and the answers are particularly sloppy and mixed in the drafts.

Xie Yu came over with a pen, wiped his hair with one hand, held the black fountain pen in the other hand, and threw it on He Zhao's table, asking in a bad tone, "Which one?"

He Zhao stopped, stepped back with his chair, turned around, and looked at him sideways: "Simulation paper A, the penultimate question."

Xie Yu walked over and looked down at the title.

He was in the middle of taking a shower just now, when this person called and asked him if he had done his math homework, and said that it was interesting to have a problem.

At that time, Xie Yu was dripping with water and stepped on the tiled floor barefoot. He didn't know why: "That's all?"

He Zhao vaguely heard the sound of running water on the other side of the phone, and before he had time to ask, he heard the child say, "I'm taking a bath, don't bother me if I'm fine."

Xie Yu just came out of the shower, feeling a little cold, with a bit of chill all over his body.

He Zhao looked at it, couldn't help it, put it on his hand, pressed the half-dry towel, and wiped his hair unskillfully.

"..." Xie Yu was so distracted by this man's actions that he didn't understand a question for half a minute.

Old Wu specially put an asterisk in front of this question, so that they can look at it when they have time, and they don’t have to force it if they can’t do it. The most important thing is to get a feel for the question type.

"Make a bet?" He Zhao touched Xie Yu's hair through the towel, and when he got close, the tip of his nose smelled like this person, "5 minutes."

Xie Yu: "What are you betting on?"

5 minutes to solve the problem.

As for what to bet, neither of them had thought about it, and we'll talk about it after we gamble.

Xie Yu sat directly on He Chao's bed and tore off a page of draft paper.

The night outside the window is like water.

The window was ajar, and the wind came in through the crack.

Xie Yu didn't wear much, and the sweater on his body looked loose. Looking in from the cuffs, he could see half of his wrist protruding from the carpal bone.

He Zhao handed over the jacket hanging on the back of the chair, thinking of the scene where they did the quiz last time, he joked, "Give you a minute?"

"..." Xie Yu raised his eyes and said, "You are very arrogant."

The numbers on the phone timer kept jumping.

Time passed by minute by minute.

This question type is novel, and the difficulty is not too great. The key point is to break through the inherent thinking. The 5 minutes is still too short. When the timer stops, neither of them has calculated the final answer.

However, He Zhao calculated quickly, and took two steps down on the basis of Xie Yu's last step.

"Little friend," He Zhao threw away the pen and looked sideways at him, "I would like to admit defeat."

Xie Yu lowered his head and did not stop his hands. After calculating the final answer, he said, "What are you betting on?"

"Let me think about it," He Zhao thought many thoughts in his mind at once, and he was unwilling to bully him too hard, and finally he just said, "...Call me, brother, I will let you go."