Fake Slackers

Just as He Zhao was about to speak, half of the chalk tip hit the corner of his desk with precision.

Lao Wu gave them a few minutes to do the questions. He thought the questions were simple, and he should understand by now. When he looked up, he saw the two bottom of the grades getting together and making out: "The two in the back, I know you have a good relationship. Can time focus more on me... Am I that unattractive?"

"Charming and charming," He Chao cooperated, and raised his voice, "Lao Tang is Aaron Kwok of No. [-] Middle School, and you are Andy Lau of No. [-] Middle School."

Xie Yu also admired He Zhao's ability to flatter with his eyes open.

Old Wu was flattered by the praise. Amidst the roar of laughter, this middle-aged man, who was far behind Andy Lau, raised his hand to cut his hair, and answered calmly: "I think back then, I was also a student in school. Man of the hour."

The people in the audience were laughing up and down.

After making a fuss for a while, several students who had been drowsy all woke up a lot. Old Wu accepted it when he saw it, and motioned everyone to calm down: "Have you figured out the answer to the question you were asked to do just now?"

A few new theorems are covered in the whole class, and the classroom exercises are not difficult.Xie Yu supported his head and listened for a few words, He Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand to help him pull up his collar: "What are you doing?"

"That," He Zhao paused, then said unnaturally, "hickey."

"..."

He Zhao: "I'll pay attention next time."

Xie Yu wanted to say 'get out', but before he could say it, his ears felt a little hot.

When Lao Wu finished those questions, the get out of class was over.

Everyone has been staring at the word "Physical Education" on the right side of the blackboard for a long time, thinking about the next physical education class.

After class, Lao Wu was still worried that the two students were at the bottom of the grade, so he called them over alone and asked, "You two stay here for a while, do you understand what I'm talking about in this class?"

The question is not difficult, Xie Yu thought it over for a while: "Understood."

He Zhao: "I understand too."

Old Wu didn't believe it at all: "What do you know!"

"How many times have I said it, don't pretend to understand, don't think that I don't know your next physical education class, so I just want to go to the playground to play."

"No, it's true..."

Old Wu interrupted without mercy: "I don't know about your tricks, so I'll tell you this question again."

Xie Yu: "..."

He Zhao: "..."

After Lao Wu finished his lecture and left, Luo Wenqiang continued to yell at the unfinished content of the previous class: "Do you have any ideas, is there anyone else who wants to participate?"

Although I usually form a regular team with Liu Cunhao and the others, but in the face of regular competitions, I still want to give the class an award as much as possible. Luo Wenqiang continued to hint: "Actually, I think so. As long as Brother Yu is willing to cooperate, Brother Chao With less routine and more sincerity, our class should be able to advance to the final."

The implication is obvious.

Xie Yu was forcibly instilled by Wu Zheng once again into the life philosophy of "don't be shameless, don't pretend to understand". He was very tired and said mercilessly, "Then just think about it."

He Zhao: "I think my deskmate is right."

Luo Wenqiang had nothing to say: "...do you two feel that you are going too far?"

When Liu Cunhao heard the first half of the sentence "Brother Yu played with him", he felt that this plan was useless: "You might as well look forward to your teammate, I will suddenly improve my game skills and become the second middle school Kaede Rukawa."

Luo Wenqiang had a complicated mood: "Mouse, get out of here."

He Zhao is really not interested in this kind of competition, it's okay to beat him privately, but it's boring to fight back and forth.

"To be honest, I won't do it," He Zhaolian smiled, "Remember to pay attention to that team from Class Four."

The class schedule has been changed this semester, and the physical education class of class [-] happens to collide with class [-].

Class has not yet started, but many people have already come to the playground, sitting scattered on the track and forming several circles. At first glance, it is hard to tell which class is which class.

The sun was shining straight down, dazzling. Xie Yu sat behind He Zhao and let him block the sun. He lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, replying messages to Ms. Gu.

- How are you doing recently? You must eat well and don't stay up late.

-Um.

Just as Xie Yu typed a word, the phone screen was still a little reflective. He leaned forward again, his forehead just touching He Zhao's back, and he could clearly feel the slight tremor in his chest when the man laughed.

Then he went on to reply: Got it, it's pretty good.

While talking, people from class four came over with the ball, passed by the small circle of class three, stopped, and glanced at them with a smile: "Who did your class enroll?"

Without waiting for their answer, he said, "See you on the field."

Liang Hui walked at the end, not wearing a school uniform, and a non-mainstream iron chain was fastened around his waist. A cross was hung on the thin chain. He didn't say anything, but after walking past, he looked back at them calmly. Eye.

Last semester, there was some unpleasantness on the court with people from Class [-], but Luo Wenqiang and the others took this shit to heart.

Luo Wenqiang watched them walk by, but felt a little strange, scratched his head and asked, "What do they mean?"

After Xie Yu answered the text message, he raised his head to meet Liang Hui's dark eyes.

Then he saw Liang Hui slowly raised his hand and gestured with his middle finger. The middle finger only gestured for a moment, not sure who he was pointing at.

There is still nearly a month until the basketball game.

The No. [-] Middle School basketball game was not very formal. In order to save time, the duration of the game was shortened.

In order to meet this basketball game, Luo Wen strengthened his training, not only in physical education class and lunch break, but even in the 10 minutes between classes, he had to take the team members to run down to practice.

Although He Zhao and Xie Yu didn't participate, they would practice with them as "opponents" for a while when they had time.

"Mice, I found that you are not only amazing in your positioning, but also in your shooting skills." He Zhao stopped and wiped his sweat with his collar. "You were able to hit every shot yesterday, but today you just became handicapped?"

Although their class has dreams, the overall strength of the team is not high.

In particular, Liu Cunhao's state is unstable. When he is good, everything is fine.The third class was already ready for a round trip.

Unexpectedly, he narrowly won the first round and advanced to the second round.

Xie Yu also stopped, and asked casually, "Have you drawn the lottery for the second round? Which class are you in?"

Luo Wenqiang said: "Not yet, draw before the game tomorrow."

The third class was unlucky, and the fourth class was drawn in the second round.

When the lottery was being drawn, Mad Dog was repeatedly broadcasting on the radio: "—Students participating in the basketball game, gather on the court at twelve o'clock at noon."

Luo Wenqiang opened the stack of square notes, and there was a number on it: 4.

The three classes of students all sat in the stands next to them and cheered them on.There were people sitting around, and even people from other grades came to join in the fun, chattering and chattering.

The referee took the paper and reported the name of Class [-]. Liang Hui and the others got up and walked towards the center of the court.

With the whistle of the referee, Xie Yu vaguely felt his right eyelid twitch a few times.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling that something was wrong became more and more intense——

Class [-] clearly had the advantage at the start. Luo Wenqiang grabbed the ball and was about to pass it to Liu Cunhao. The player from Class [-] who wore the No. [-] jersey stuck close to Luo Wenqiang.

In a place where the referee couldn't see, Luo Wenqiang was intentionally disturbed.

After Wanda got the ball and was about to make a layup, Liang Hui not only blocked his ball, but even bumped into it on purpose, causing the so-called "accidental injury".

There were so many people on the court, and the two teams moved fiercely, constantly squeezing, attacking and defending, and confronting, Xie Yu almost thought that these two subtle movements that happened in the blink of an eye were his dizziness.

But not just these two times.

Because when he was grabbing a rebound, he saw that Liang Hui's elbow was obviously deliberately hitting Liu Cunhao's eyes.

Liu Cunhao felt the pain, let go of his hand, covered his eyes and squatted down slowly.

The referee whistled urgently.

They did these little moves extremely covertly, behind the referee's back, and even covered each other, Xie Yu could only think of one word "Fuck", and his temples twitched violently twice.

I heard He Zhao said that the hands and feet of this team were not clean before, but I didn't expect to be so shameless.

In front of the group of Class [-], all the preparations that Luo Wenqiang and the others have made for this basketball game this month are like a joke.

"Referee, they fouled again! Is there anyone who plays like this? What do you mean?"

In just 10 minutes, so many came, Luo Wenqiang endured it, and couldn't bear it anymore.

Liang Hui spread his hands and said innocently, "I'm sorry, I was really careless."

Although Liang Hui is usually not very popular, and many people even think he is not pleasing to the eye, but group activities such as basketball games can easily arouse a sense of collective honor. A girl said it especially loudly: "Where did we make a foul..."

Xu Qingqing exploded on the spot, turned her head and said, "Are you blind?"

Xie Yu couldn't sit still either. Before he had time to get up, he saw He Chao sitting on the side slowly screwing back the cap of the mineral water bottle, and then slammed it out with his backhand.

There was still half a bottle of water in it, and it hit the raised corner of the steps with a loud "bang", and finally hit the rubber floor.

The two classes that were still arguing were instantly quieted down by the sound.

He Zhao's complexion was very bad. Ever since Luo Wenqiang drew number four, his eyes had sunk little by little.

He Zhao finished throwing away the mineral water bottle, stood up, took off his school uniform jacket without further ado, wearing only a short sleeve underneath, and then threw the jacket aside casually: "—Mouse, come back."

"Substitution."

The other onlookers in the stands only knew that Xie Yu in the East Tower did not blink an eye when he killed people, and that He Chao was rumored to be easy to get along with, but looking at it now, this is not easy to get along with.

The title of school bully is not just bragging, his aura is so strong that he doesn't even dare to breathe.

Liu Cunhao was hit too hard by Liang Hui just now, and he is still squatting on the ground without recovering. He covered his eyes with one hand, and watched He Zhao stepping over the steps to the court in a vague way.

Liu Cunhao felt as if he saw the previous He Chao who was full of hostility and rubbed Yang Sanhao on the toilet floor, but this time his mood was completely different from before.

He Zhao took two steps, stopped again, and shouted without looking back, "Old Xie, do you want to fight?"

Then Liu Cunhao saw that the uncle in his class who was afraid of trouble, refused to participate in the competition, and threatened not to cooperate also stood up.

Xie Yu rolled up his sleeves and replied with one word: "Hit."

Looking at this posture, those who didn't know thought they were going to fight.

The people in class three were the first to react.

A kind of passion and pride that was instantly ignited swept over them. The morale that had been suppressed by the fourth class and fell to the bottom just now rose again, and the heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

Infected by the atmosphere, Liu Cunhao couldn't help but uttered a harsh sentence before leaving the stage: "You guys from class four, you're courting death."