I also want to pull wool today

"The cloud is like a sheep, so I have caught the cloud."

"Let's go, let's go! There's no room!" The third year of high school got out of school earlier than that of the first year of high school, and several students of the same grade ran past Lin Zicheng with their basketballs in their arms. As for the third year of high school, what place to find is just to make things difficult for yourself.

The stairs going down from this floor spiraled repeatedly, and several unknown faces ran down round and round.

He knocked on the iron railing around the stairs, watching the white tea with a book swaying behind him.

"Let's go!" He was holding a white tea backpack behind him. There was warmth in the back of the schoolbag. He didn't want to hold a charcoal fire with both hands in summer, but just to leave the smell of washing powder, okay?

The shirt was tightened by the strap of the schoolbag, and it was tied behind his back. Bai Cha let him pull the schoolbag, and it was another day of dragging someone downstairs.

"Pass the ball! . . be careful! Defensive wave!"

"Hey! Don't pass it on to him!"

There is indeed no free space on the basketball court. The classmates I met just now were holding the ball and shouting to each other: "Go to the nearby gymnasium!" The sound of the ball rubbing against the ground was all plastic and plastic.

"Old Bai?" Lin Zicheng saw him staring intently: "What are you looking at?"

Looking along, Baicha was watching the basketball court closest to the edge of the playground.

The ball bounced a bit high, and the hurdles around the playground might not be able to stop it. Downstairs of Cheng'an No. [-] Middle School is a food street and commercial street gathering city.

I don't know what grade they are playing, of course it's just a hobby.One of them looks familiar, the one wearing glasses looking gentle seems to be Zhong Haowen.It just so happened that Chen Ran and the others haven't come yet, so it's okay to take a look.

Lin Zicheng followed his head with his eyes, instead of controlling his head with his eyes. Wherever he looked, left and right, back and forth, the ball really couldn't get into the basketball hoop.

"Well... what kind of strategy is this?" Huskies didn't understand.

Finally, there was a sign of a goal. Among them, the taller one jumped up, but was hit by the other player behind him, and the ball he got left his hand, and jumped to Lin Zicheng's face on the opposite side. bomb.

"number of days!"

What a disaster, Lin Zicheng threw away the white tea and pushed him to the side, causing Bai Cha to stagger, and he had no choice but to back up all the time, the ball bounced in front of his eyes.

He couldn't avoid it, and the ball bounced naturally to his face.

However, it is not embarrassing to be hit in the face by the ball, but the embarrassing thing is that the ball bounced out.

Only then did Bai Cha stand firm: "...idiot."

Everyone: "I rely on?"

Student Lin stood in place, staring at the ball that jumped out. At first, he didn't feel anything, but he felt that his face was a little hot, and the basketball hit him hard: "Old Bai..."

"Lin Zicheng!" Baicha rushed towards him with a tissue.

"Ah, ah, old Bai! My face is a bit hot!" He took the opportunity to hang on to Bai Cha, his voice was naturally aggrieved.

"What's the situation?" Standing far away in the next door court, it seems that he also saw the rare scene of face pinball.

Lin Zicheng squinted his eyes to see it. The light was a bit strong, and the shadow of the white tea against the light was blurry. The bridge of his nose hurt a little but it should be fine, but there was a bloody smell.He asked aloud, "Old Bai, do you have any tissues? I don't think I'm right..."

A tissue was smacked in his face.

"A lot, look up, follow me." Bai Cha put his bag on his shoulder and pulled his wrist to walk under the nearby basketball hoop.The injured patient surnamed Lin obediently followed behind Bai Cha, his mind escaping --- the lamb in front blocked him from the setting sun.

He was held with one hand, and covered his nose with a tissue with the other hand. Looking at the shadow on the ground, he felt like a bamboo pole. He was caught by the light coming down and cast a shadow at an angle, like asking for the shadow on a geography test. On the topic of spring classification.

Zhong Haowen ran some distance behind: "Cheng Zi! What's going on, how do you feel?"

Lin Zicheng turned his head and gave his tablemate a self-conscious look: "The feeling of a bamboo pole... ah!"

"Be obedient, keep your head up." His hair was pulled by Bai Cha, his shoulders were pushed, and he was dragged under the basketball hoop in a daze: "No...it's okay...just a little dizzy..."

"Hmph, you're amazing." Baicha squatted down to have a look, and changed a tissue for him: "Jump forward and backward, you dance Chacha."

Fang Yuan ran over and threw a bottle of water to him: "Cheng Zi, what Lao Bai said is clear, you should hide to the left and right!"

"I won't hide anymore, I can't hide." Lin Zicheng's chin was forcibly provoked by Bai Cha, so he could only blink his eyes and return to Fang Yuan: "Old Bai said, I choose to dance Chacha."

Fang Yuan didn't want to pick up this rotten meme: "...Ugh...Forget it, just do it yourself, brother is going to play basketball." He waved his hand and retreated to his field.

"Oh, let's go, Zhong Haowen is going to play ball, don't look at me, it's not a zoo! Otherwise, you and Fang Yuan will dance in pairs."

"Go away, go away! You can have a snack!"

Bai Cha looked back, saw Chen Ran and his group standing on the steps under the tree, beckoned them to come over, and then sat down, turned Lin Zicheng's face to look left and right, and said angrily, "What IQ are you supposed to pay?" Tax?"

"Then, can I be more careful next time?" Knowing that he was wrong, Lin Zicheng leaned on the basketball stand and looked up at him.

Bai Cha let go of his hands and looked away, looked at the seniors who came running, and muttered softly: "There will be another time, who cares about you."

"I'm not worried, we're inseparable anyway."

"Ah Cha!" Three people came, Xiong Jin squatted down and looked at Lin Zicheng: "What, you want to be a blood bag? What's the situation?" Ji Yao carried a bag that looked like ingredients and looked at the injured: "Chacha, why is he so stupid? Are you so angry that you have turned on the domestic violence mode?"

Lin Zicheng raised his head against the basketball hoop and shook his head in protest: "I didn't..."

"Don't bother with him, he's stupid." Bai Cha spread out the coat he was carrying: "Sister, sit down."

"Success!" The two of Ji Xiong sat down, and Chen Ran sat next to him without restraint: "Should we not practice today?"

He has a relay red and white stick borrowed from the equipment room in his hand. It is still new and the paint has not faded.

"Ah? No way! Practice! I see you practice?" retorted Lin Zicheng, number one.

"Let's practice, just the four of us try the relay." Position [-] - Baicha

"Practice, it won't work if you don't practice, at least four of them have tacit understanding." No. [-] - Ji Yao

"That's fine, start working!"

Chen Ran took off his jacket and left his short sleeves hanging out. After school, he was still a bit cold: "Cheng Zi, turn around and face the runway."

"Oh! Good."

Chen Ran: "Cheng Zi is the starting point. We are four in a row, passing the sticks for the relay while running. Uh, I won't do that 4x100 or something. The city marathon, just finish the run, mainly because I'm afraid of losing the sticks and the path. .”

"I think the few of us are too leisurely. Half of Cheng'an has been visited. The path should be nothing, mainly running and sticking and our short-term tacit understanding." Ji Yao raised her legs to warm up on the spot. It's still flexible, and it's really made for running.

Xiong Jin: "Okay, just rush!"

"Who will be the first?" Lin Zicheng leaned his head on the shelf and asked.

Baicha headed to runway 1 station: "It's very simple, who is more active?"

"Brother Xiong!" Chen Ran turned his head, took the other two's schoolbags and stacked them next to Lin Zicheng: "Brother Xiong is the best, she is super fast in the early stage, and she ran past some boys in our class at the end of last semester."

"I can, who is the second best?"

Ji Yao looked over at Chen Ran: "The fourth one! You know, he has good skills, so he should be an early-stage player."

"Huh? Ask me a question!" Lin Zicheng shook his head, feeling less dizzy, got up with another tissue, and put the garbage into a garbage bag not far away: "Then am I in the early stage or the late stage?"

"..." Baicha stood at the first place, and the four of them lined up randomly: "You are a hot-blooded player with an atmosphere."

"Cheng Zi, you run the last one. Brother Xiong and Anian and I are the explosive type in the early stage. A Yao, will you make it fourth? Slow down in the middle, explode in the early stage, and fifth in the later stage. Ah Cha, your progress may be Some long distances, Cheng Zi is the last, and you two are the last to rush." ​​Chen Ran walked to the second place in a row,

Ji Yao came in third, and Xiong Jin was in the rear. She passed the baton to the first white tea.

Bai Cha nodded: "Yes, it's more reasonable."

"Okay, I've been practicing by category recently, um, I'll start here? Then I'll trot to follow the progress." Lin Zicheng stood and watched, always feeling that there should be multiple whistles on his neck or hands.

A row of 4 people is separated by a small distance but not too far, just enough to pass a baton.

"let's start!"

On the first day of practice, the white tea was handed down smoothly, and it was less than 50 meters away, starting from Chen Ran.

"Damn it, Chen Ran! Do you have a problem with Dad! Stab me!"

"No! Ah Yao, I'll rely on you, you stab me in the back too!"

Xiong Jin: "Don't force Lai Lai, don't stop passing, think about it, can you pause the game!"

"Yes!" Chen Ran ran and handed the stick to Ji Yao with his left hand: "For example, if you get blood!"

"Your three-blood pause time is longer..." Bai Cha, who was in the lead, ran helplessly and wanted to laugh when listening to the friends behind him.

"Brother Xiong! I've talked about the white tea!"

"Take the stick! It's still a bit heavy!" Ji Yao was carrying a baton, and seeing Chen Ran who was standing behind her in front of her, she didn't turn around and had to shout: "Turn the corner! Be careful when you hold it..."

"Damn! My waist! It's dangerous!"

"Please, Brother Chen Ran, do you want to kick me!"

"Ah ah ah no ah ah..."

Lin Zicheng trotted to the other half of the playground to check the situation, and a group of people passed in front of him in such a hurry.

"..." Student Lin frowned, feeling that something was different, and made a horn with both hands: "You guys! Are you talking about cross talk!"

A group of people in the distance saw Chen Ran in the middle and jumped up to answer him: "Probably!!"

Baicha: "Take the stick!!!!!!"

"Chen Ran, what are you doing! Run away! Ah Cha just stab him!" It was Ji Yao's turn to be irritable: "Cheng Zi, ignore him! Brother, you are running!"

"Chen! I want to protest! Let Ah Nian come back and scold you!!"

"No! Why did he scold me! I am so positive!"

"vomit..."

Sometimes what boys and girls chase after may not be the wind, but some weird fun.Lin Zicheng sighed and trotted back to the place where it was both the starting point and the ending point. Seeing that the row of bluffing people started with white tea, they all changed their tracks and ran towards him.

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