The weak and beautiful man is actually an attack

On the school basketball court, the two quickly found a basketball hoop and went shopping there. They both participated in the basketball team in junior high school, and their basketball skills are still good. They also knew a lot of people in school, and soon there were many people Gathered to their side, asked to join them, several people joined together, divided into groups, and began to compete.

Teachers will pass by the basketball court when they get off work, and Xing Ming is no exception. He didn't drive today. After chatting with Teacher Li Wen, he went to the canteen and bought a bottle of sports drink with 100 yuan. After getting some change, I plan to use my mobile phone to search the map, take the car home, and experience the life of ordinary people.

As a result, when he walked to the edge of the basketball court, he saw Han Anxin, wearing a white basketball uniform, playing with Yun Zhixiong on the basketball court with a group of boys who were older than them.

The two of them looked like they had been trained. Although they were shorter, they were more skilled than those tall boys. Xing Ming was not in a hurry to go home and just watched from the side of the court.Han Anxin looks brighter after exercising. From Xing Ming's perspective, he can see the small muscles under the basketball uniform. Although he has no abdominal muscles, he is very strong.

It seems to be a child with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor!The relationship with his classmates is also good. Xing Ming touched his chin and had to admit that he liked this young man very much.

The basketball game on the court has reached the final stage, and the physical strength of the players on the court has also declined. Facing so many tall seniors, Han Anxin seems powerless even if he has skills. He suddenly remembered that it was the same in the third year of junior high school. The opponent was very strong, and he wanted to give up at that time, but the sound of cheering from his parents reached his ears. The sound of cheering made him suddenly have fighting spirit, and he won the victory with the last three-pointer.

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. Now no one will cheer him on. Even if he wins, there will be no mother to wipe his sweat, no father to hold him and lift him up forcefully. He has nothing, so why should he do so? How about hard work?Who are you trying to show?The souls of the parents have not come back so far, they will not look at themselves like the spirit behind them.

All the people present have parents, and their parents will prepare hot meals for them when they go home, but he doesn't have any, so he can only cook by himself.Although he doesn't like to compare himself with others, and although he knows it's not good to think like this, he still...

"Han Anxin, come on!" Suddenly a voice floated into his brain, he looked back, Xing Ming was looking at him on the playground, he could see encouragement from that gentle look in his eyes, "Don't be dazed, as long as If you score a goal, you win, right? The teacher is looking at you~"

It was just a short word of encouragement, but Han Anxin felt that all his frustration disappeared. Even though he was physically exhausted, he still took the ball from the opponent's hand by cleverness and passed it to Zhixiong.

Yun Zhixiong took the ball and made a beautiful three-pointer, which perfectly closed the game.

It was a hearty game, neither side was proud of the victory and angry at the loss, after the players shook hands and high-fived.After agreeing on the time for the next competition, each went back to each house to find each mother.

Yun Zhixiong and Han Anxin's physical strength also reached its limit, and the two of them collapsed directly on the basketball court from exhaustion.

"I'm so tired, I don't want to move." Yun Zhixiong yelled.

"Me too." Han Anxin replied.

Their backs were soaked with sweat, and they had a large water stain on the basketball court.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Xing Ming walked to them and sat down.

"Teacher, you said dirty, are you still sitting?" Yun Zhixiong muttered.

"After all, it's a basketball court, so you can look like a man when you sit like this." Xing Ming smiled and looked at the tired and paralyzed two, "This game is really exciting, have you guys trained before?"

"Of course! We have led the school team to win the first place before!" Speaking of this, Yun Zhixiong looked very proud.

"That's amazing."

"That is!"

"Are you still planning to join the school team this year?"

"My parents don't allow me to participate, but if Han Anxin joins, I will, but the school team will have to practice frequently in the future, and I will go home very late. It will be troublesome for An Xin to go home. He has to cook for himself. High school If not, there should be a lot of homework." Yun Zhixiong looked at Han Anxin uncertainly.

Han Anxin looked at the sky and thought for a moment, "I should be able to participate, my father is very supportive of my basketball."

"You are indeed a very good seedling, and I also support you in playing basketball." Xing Ming stretched out his hand and touched Han Anxin's head twice. The child's head was covered with sweat and wet to the touch, but he didn't Disgusted, "If you come home late, I can drive you."

"Well, don't worry about it..." The teacher's hand is big and warm on his head, and so is his father, who likes to rub his head, but his father is gone.

"My home is not very far from your home, and, according to your teacher Li, your Chinese score is not very good, so I can also make up for you." Xing Ming smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, this..." Han Anxin blushed a little at what he said. He glanced at Xing Ming and didn't dare to look at Xing Ming. His Chinese grades are indeed very poor. Even if he has been taught by Xing Ming for a long time, he only has good writing skills. That's all, but it's too much to ask the teacher to make a small fuss...

Before he could refuse, Yun Zhixiong took the lead in agreeing for him, "Teacher, you really should make up for him. Our homeroom teacher talked about his Chinese scores for a long time."

Han Anxin felt a little ashamed to be told so by his friends, but the reality was indeed like this.