What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei's tone sounded a little eager to try.

"No." Han Lu glanced at him, a gentle warning.

Han Lu knew how fierce Song Zhiwei was in fighting, and that thorns like Du Xu in school could be dealt with submissively, but he didn't like Song Zhiwei's fighting.I always felt that Song Zhiwei was extremely indifferent during the fight.

Song Zhiwei obediently said "Oh." He didn't object.

Seeing their interaction, He Shengze squinted his eyes. He turned his head to look at Song Zhiwei, and said with a smile, "You don't want to say hello to me?"

The other party has no hostility at all.

Song Zhiwei didn't know how to answer for a moment, blinked his eyes, and said without sincerity: "What a coincidence."

Jian Chao didn't know the twists and turns. Seeing that Song Zhiwei and He Shengze knew each other, he stepped forward and stood between Han Lu and He Shengze.

Smoothing things over, he said, "Since everyone knows each other, there's no point in arguing. Let's just fight together."

There are eight people on their side and eight on the other side. In fact, neither side is enough for a standard game of ten people, which is only enough for half a game.

But if the two sides cooperate, five people each will play, and the remaining three will be substitutes, which is quite appropriate.

Han Lu looked at Song Zhiwei. The other party seemed a little regretful that he didn't fight. He changed his stance and said casually, "I don't care."

On the surface, Han Lu was showing weakness to He Shengze, but He Shengze didn't feel that the other party was afraid of him, instead he didn't take him seriously.But this feeling is inexplicable, he nodded indifferently: "Yes."

The smoke of gunpowder was dissipated invisibly, and the school masters of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not afraid of trouble, they were not "experts" when it came to finding trouble, fighting and provoking.

On Han Lu's side, Han Lu, Jian Chao, Song Zhiwei, and the two from the foreign class played well.

He Shengze didn't know anyone who played on the field, but he looked very ruthless. He Shengze was the most "kind" in this team, but he stood in the middle of the group.

The two teams of them are all tall and tall boys, with jerseys, shoes, and wrist guards. A set of equipment looks quite professional.

Compared with the children playing basketball in the court next door, the adults playing basketball next door in normal clothes have a lot to watch.

At least that compelling sense of youth is very pleasant.

He Shengze was quite surprised: "You can play basketball?"

And dare to let Song Zhiwei play at this time, obviously he played pretty well.

"Of course." Song Zhiwei raised his brows and eyes, especially embarrassing.

Young master, I have only learned it for a short time, but with my excellent athletic ability, my progress can be called rapid.

He Shengze's dark eyes stared straight at Song Zhiwei, and he hadn't heard from Song Zhiwei for a few months, so he seemed like a different person.

Han Lu looked at He Shengze with a cold expression and warned him.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and sparks flew everywhere.

After the basketball hoop is selected, the two sides stand still.

The serve was served by He Shengze's side, because only the opponent had a whistle, and the temporary referee held the ball in the palm of his hand.

He Shengze and Han Lu squatted down at the same time, their eyes were sharp, and the muscles on their legs were tense due to the squatting action, and the smooth and undulating lines on them were particularly powerful and beautiful.

"Hush." ​​After the whistle sounded, Han Lu and He Shengze took off at the same time. Han Lu touched the ball first, and passed the ball to Jian Chao with a slap.

The two landed at the same time, chasing after Jian Chao who got the ball.

Although Jian Chao is usually idle, but at this time he is dribbling and running while patting the basketball, and his speed is extremely fast.

The opponent stopped him alone, Jian Chao threw the ball back, Song Zhiwei caught it, and with the best luck, the one who came over to grab the ball quickly rushed to the basket and took off to shoot without hesitation.

At this time, He Shengze just caught up with him, because he was half a second late and the shot was not blocked properly.

The ball went in! ! !

A two-point goal was scored in less than half a minute after the start.

"Yeah." No matter which side scores the first goal at this time, the momentum will have a great impact.

Song Zhiwei walked around the field, clapped hands next to his teammates, and smiled brightly.

He Shengze said with a smile, "Alas."

The tips of Han Lu's ears moved. After high-fiving Song Zhiwei, he pulled him in front of him and patted him on the back, "You are amazing."

Song Zhiwei smiled and said, "You are the one who jumps the ball well."

He Shengze's face instantly collapsed.

In fact, the playing skills of both sides are good, and half an hour has passed.

The scores were tied.

Han Lu dominated the offense, and he was the one who passed the ball and grabbed the ball to score the goal. There were two opponents blocking him.

Song Zhiwei and another teammate consciously stopped He Shengze.

He Shengze and Song Zhiwei suddenly met face to face.

There was no careful liking, no admiration, no shyness in Song Zhiwei's eyes.

Even the look in his eyes was extremely strange.

As soon as he thought about it, the basketball in his hand was snatched by Song Zhiwei. Song Zhiwei and Han Lu cooperated intensively. Han Lu received the ball and made a hollow three-pointer from half a step outside the three-point line.

There was a burst of applause.

It turned out that it was people playing on the other two basketball courts. Passers-by, and beautiful girls from nearby schools saw that they were playing hard here, and gradually surrounded them.

The applause just now erupted from among this group of people.

He Shengze felt restless for a while, and reluctantly played with him for another ten minutes. Because of his absent-mindedness, Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School scored three more goals.

The sun was shining and everyone was sweating profusely.But the momentum of No. [-] Middle School has already been raised, and the momentum of each school is very strong.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu trotted towards each other, touched their palms, and then ran away slowly, with a tacit understanding.

He Shengze suddenly stopped.

"I'm not fighting anymore."

The people in Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School froze in place, a little unsure.Instead, the audience outside the venue let out a sigh of regret.

An old man watching the excitement rushed into the basketball court and yelled: "Young man, why don't you play anymore? We are all your spectators. Look at you playing so well." --

He Shengze went to get his own water, took a sip and said loudly, "Master, I won't fight anymore. It's too hot."

"Hey, the young man is not a big girl who is afraid of the heat."

Everyone is very sorry, Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School is playing well, and passers-by are also watching it.

He Shengze drank water in a leisurely manner, either he had made up his mind, or he didn't take them seriously.

They were too embarrassed to ask.

The people in No. [-] Middle School didn't have any regrets of being interrupted after they were working hard. They only followed Shengze's lead.

At this time, they all withdrew from the basketball court.

When the ball was over, Song Zhiwei picked up his clothes to wipe his sweat, revealing a thin and white waist.

Jian Chao's eyelids twitched, why doesn't the waist of this "small waist" grow on girls?

He can guarantee that many boys present are staring at Song Zhiwei's waist.Thinking of the same thing.

This is too outrageous.

Song Zhiwei has no concept in this regard, and the clothes are getting higher and higher.

Jian Chao lives in a dormitory anyway, but I can't see it now, and wants to give Song Zhiwei his wristband, "Here, and you still use the clothes to wipe your sweat? You can flush your head under the faucet by yourself."

Song Zhiwei backed away, "No, you're sweating."

"Hey." Jian Chao's eyes were wide open, and he was too angry to speak: "You are so kind as to be a donkey's liver and lungs."

Han Lu handed over two clean toilet paper, and Song Zhiwei took it.

Song Zhiwei's sweating seems to be different from other people's.

Others have big grains flowing down their heads.

Song Zhiwei didn't have big beads of sweat, but his forehead and neck were wet with sweat, sticking to his clothes.

Han Lu wiped Song Zhiwei's forehead with his wristband, "You didn't sweat much."

"But it's very sticky." Song Zhiwei didn't refuse Han Lu's wristband.The main reason is that the other party is a little cleanliness, the bed is spotless and tidy, and he even changes a set of clothes every day.

He mainly seeks psychological comfort.

He Shengze walked over, his peach blossom eyes were full of coldness: "You come to my house tonight."

"Okay." Song Zhiwei didn't care about the attitude of the other party.On the contrary, he felt that the sooner the matter could be resolved, the better: "Can't it be done now?"

He Shengze said impatiently, "I don't have time now."

"Okay, okay." Song Zhiwei also sounded very angry: "Night is night."

He Shengze cast a sidelong glance at Song Zhiwei, then at Han Lu, before turning around and leading the crowd away.

Jian Chao's head is full of confusion, this He Shengze still knows Han Lu?He asked, "Who is he?"

Song Zhiwei: "He Shengze."

!!!

Three exclamation points over everyone's head.

Jian Chao quickly gave Han Lu a look: Brother, I'm sorry for you!I shouldn't have let them play with us.

The recent explosive post that shocked all the middle schools in Nanhuai City is a topic of conversation after dinner.

Unexpectedly, they just played with the three in the center of the vortex.

And the vast majority of people think that the anonymous person wants to gain attention, and no one will think that the revelation is true.

After all, homosexuality is so easy to see.

But just now they saw He Shengze's attitude towards Han Lu with their own eyes, which was inexplicably a little subtle.

But good upbringing kept them from asking.

Moreover, Han Lu and Song Zhiwei's attitudes were too frank, and before they left, they thought: It must be a misunderstanding caused by other conflicts. --

After the exciting standard inning, playing halftime doesn't seem so satisfying.Everyone dispersed. "Let's fight together next time."

"Okay, next time I'm going to wear a wristband."

Because Song Zhiwei and Han Lu lived in the same community, they were the two of them who walked together in the end. --

Song Zhiwei arranged his schedule: "Shall we have dinner together? I'll go find He Shengze after I eat."

Because Song Zhiwei had already rejected him last time, Han Lu didn't say to go with him again.

He looked not very interested, like the aftereffect of a strenuous exercise: "Whatever."

The two were speechless all the way.

I randomly found a restaurant on the side of the road and went in and sat down.

Han Lu handed over a pair of chopsticks, seemingly unintentionally asking, "How did you and He Shengze meet?"

Song Zhiwei took the chopsticks, what did the post say?

Oh--

"junior high school."

"You have a good relationship with him?"

"probably."

"Because he saved you?"

Damn, why Han Lu is suddenly interested in this, he has no idea.

But when he was in his childhood, if someone really stood up and protected him, he would really be grateful.

"That's right. But he and I... yes, broke up. So I don't want to talk about this issue."

-

After dinner, Han Lu went home alone, and Song Zhiwei took a taxi to the location given by He Shengze.

The two parted ways.

On the way, he kept recalling why Han Lu stopped him before getting in the car and asked him if he liked He Shengze.

It's not that he can't say it, but he keenly feels that Han Lu won't gossip like Jian Chao...

He Shengze opened the door.

He had already changed his attire at this time, not the jersey and shorts in the afternoon, but a more casual uniform. His hair was softly attached to his head, obviously washed.

He leaned against the door, folded his hands on his chest, and looked down at Song Zhiwei.