Junior, come to the bowl

Chapter 8 basketball game.

When I was in class, I felt that the countdown was like years, but on weekends, I always felt that when I closed my eyes and opened them, a day passed.Every day Qi Tian would find some reason to send text messages to Jun Le, Jun Le was a little uncomfortable at first, but then gradually got used to it.

In the blink of an eye, it was Tuesday. After Jun Le finished his morning class, the day's class was over. The literature department was still very easy for him. He liked reading since he was a child. I bought a lot of books for him. Apart from the house left by my father, the most valuable thing in the house is the piles of books.

At noon, Jun Le and Zhao An were having dinner together in the cafeteria. The phone beeped twice. Jun Le took out the phone and saw that it was the senior: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Don't forget." Jun Le felt that the senior really had something Long-winded enough, he no longer feels that his senior is superior at this time, but like a brother next door, talking and getting along with him is much more casual, "I know, I know, senior who is too wordy." Seeing his reply, I found it funny, this little guy is getting smaller and smaller now, and he dared to think I was talking too much: "Hey, you brat is so bold! Dare to talk to the senior like this, is it because you are impatient? If you don’t bring me water this afternoon, I’ll kill you.” Jun Le was also amused by the senior’s reply: “Little one obeys, Boss, have you eaten yet? Let’s work hard this afternoon.” Qi Tian felt his concern, and his heart was sweet. Zizi: "I'm eating, you have to eat well." Jun Le hurriedly replied: "Senior, eat quickly, it's bad for your stomach if you don't concentrate on eating. I won't chat with you." Qi Tian was satisfied Put away the phone.

At this time, Zhao An asked Jun Le with a smirk: "Who are you texting with, so happy?" Jun Le took a few mouthfuls of food and said casually, "Senior Qi Tian, ​​what's the matter." Zhao An continued hehehe: "You didn't say you were a senior, I thought you hooked up with some old girl. You can even send a text message like this. Be honest, when did you hook up with a senior?" Jun Le choked on his throat: "What are you talking about, what is hooking up? The senior and I are friends now, what's wrong with texting. By the way, senior, do you want to watch the basketball game in the afternoon together?"

Zhao An has a simple mind, well-developed limbs, and is extremely enthusiastic about all sports. He also wants to participate in this school-level basketball game, but the conditions for participation are sophomores and above. He is very happy about Jun Le's invitation: " Okay, okay, let’s go together, I wanted to go before, but I didn’t know that the seniors were also participating, so let’s go and cheer for the seniors. Eat fast, so you won’t be delayed.” He said that the wind is the rain that speeds up the meal speed.Jun Le has long been accustomed to his personality, and silently lowered her head and continued to eat.

Jun Le took a bottle of water and Zhao An came to the north playground early, saw Qi Tian who was doing warm-up exercises, hesitated for a while and didn't go up to say hello, afraid of disturbing his preparation work.He and Zhao An randomly found a seat and sat down.The race begins soon, and the race is law school vs. information engineering school.

At the beginning of the game, the School of Information Engineering took the initiative to pass the ball quickly with vigorous and skilled movements, approaching the rebound.The players on both sides quickly entered the state, and all of them were heroic.On the field, you fight for each other, you attack and you defend, and a round of pitching is launched. The pitching action is handsome and neat. The passion of the players on both sides is high, and the competition is extremely fierce.At the same time, the cheerleaders shouted and cheered, and the atmosphere of the stadium was very active.The score was chasing very tightly, and Jun Le's heart was tightly clenched. In the last minute, Qi Tian dribbled the ball past others, made fake moves, and made a layup. A perfect three points - the Faculty of Information were just one point away from victory.

The representative team of the Law School shook hands with the representative team of the School of Information very gracefully. Cheers to the team!

The audience was boiling, Jun Le and Zhao An shouted excitedly, no matter which college was divided into at this moment, everyone was cheering for this perfect pitch and this wonderful game.