The squad leader knew I was stealing

Lin Yanxiu was startled, and immediately went to touch the alcohol and cotton swabs in his desk pocket.

"How did you do that?"

"Accidentally knocked while playing basketball."

Lin Yanxiu's words almost blurted out, he wanted to say, don't play basketball in the future, he feels really sick.

Jing Chong took the cotton swab, feeling a little depressed, "Our president is a senior in high school, from the Department of Physical Education. He plays basketball very well and is a very nice person. I admired him a lot before joining the club."

"Ah."

"It's just that he's a bit stubborn, and he protects his weaknesses. Su Lian is in his class, and he's his buddy. He felt that Su Lian was wronged, and it was my problem, so he kicked me out of the basketball club."

Lin Yanxiu frowned, "...um."

"I was not reconciled. I competed with him and lost. I ran too fast and fell down on the way."

"Ah."

Jing Chong stretched his arms in front of him, "Hey, right here, I rubbed on the ground for a long distance, and there is probably blood on the ground. After dinner tomorrow, I will show you when I pass by."

Lin Yanxiu: "..."

Jing Chong sighed, "At first I didn't like playing basketball very much, and I really wanted to transfer to your club. After all, the organization is here. I didn't expect to really leave, but I was really reluctant."

Lin Yanxiu comforted him, "You can still play basketball in physical education class."

"Oh, that's true." After Jing Chong finished speaking, he flipped the club's paper in his desk pocket. He planned to transfer to the table tennis club, "Your club is not strict, can you just sign and stamp it? Sended."

"I do not know either."

Jing Chong always felt that he had forgotten something, "Who is your president?"

Lin Yanxiu went to the table tennis club to deal with errands. He basically didn't go to the club while reviewing in class some time ago. He didn't even know who the president was. He shook his head.

Jia Zixi turned her head when she heard them talking, feeling that she had forgotten something.

By the way, who is the president of their table tennis club?I didn't show up much during free activities, and the vice president has always been in charge of things.

Really never showed up?

Eh! Wait.

What else did the long-haired senior sister say besides inquiring about Jing Chong that day? !

He thought he should return the club letter, "The president of the table tennis club seems to be Su Lian."

Jing Chong: "...Damn."

After a few friends realized this fact, they handed over the letter of resignation to the vice president. From then on, they felt relaxed, and in the fourth session of the afternoon, they had nothing to do.

After the sports meeting, various clubs became active, club competitions and president handover ceremonies were brought to the fore, and the whole campus became active.

Jia Zixi walked into the classroom from the outside with a table tennis racket, "I'll go. Since I quit the club, I don't even have a place to play table tennis. Joining the club is like an identity card. If others play it, it's a professional game, and if I play it, I'm a homeless person..."

Lin Yanxiu doesn't like playing table tennis very much. Speaking of it, he doesn't seem to have any hobbies, but looking at Jing Chongyan these days, he can tell that he is also in a bad mood, and he doesn't have the spirit to play basketball before.

When he came back from dinner, he would take a few glances at the basketball court if he had nothing to do. Lin Yanxiu thought, he still likes it.

Hearing what Jia Zixi said, Jing Chong was also very angry, "The last time I played basketball with Li Hao, they took him away directly, saying that they were preparing for a game or something, and I was so mad. Li Hao doesn't look good, I'm going to beat someone up..."

Ma Xiaoran was also a little bored, so he moved a stool and went to find the organization.

The golden ginkgo tree outside has lost a layer, and the playground, basketball court, and gymnasium are full of people who are busy with the club. The exhibition room on the first floor of the museum building even has signs of various big bosses.

In the classroom of class 11, a short-haired girl was writing and drawing in her notebook with a pen, and four people were laughing and laughing sitting at the fourth row of windows.

Jing Chong squatted on the table, howling, "Li Hao, you can cheer me up a bit, win the president of the basketball club, and I will be able to return."

There are no school bullies in the key high schools in the county, and some of them are expelled. Jing Chong can only abide by the school's arrangement, not to mention how he can fight for the third year when he is a newcomer in the first year of high school.

Besides, he really admires the president of the basketball club. He is responsible for the current glory of the basketball club, which is why he is still unwilling to let go even in his third year of high school.

Jia Zixi was also bored, and went around thinking about the club she wanted to join at the beginning, "Is there really no one in the animation club?"

Ma Xiaoran, a second-year middle school girl, was also a little interested. She immediately got up from her seat, "I'm going to find out the news."

Jing Chong looked up and saw Ma Xiaoran's figure disappearing at the door, "Where is she going?"

Jia Zixi wrinkled her nose, "It's probably the toilet."

"Is she going to go all round?"

"Ma Xiaoran, you know, you won't let anyone go!"

Lin Yanxiu laughed out loud when he heard the conversation.

When he was sleeping at noon, while Jing Chong was asleep, he searched on his mobile phone for a few pictures of anime characters playing basketball, and started to draw with the image of Jing Chong laying up.

He was forced to take some interest classes since he was a child. Because his mother was engaged in design, he was strict with painting when he was young. Later, the music and dance classes stopped and he only took painting.

Ashamed to say, he was tone deaf in elementary school, and he was handsome. He performed in dance and music classes, but was arranged by the teacher to dance a dance among the girls.

While drawing, he thought of the picture of Jing Chong playing basketball, and when he thought about it, he thought of himself dancing for Jing Chong in a dance costume.

Damn, what I was thinking about was still ballet, Lin Yanxiu almost let his thoughts go crazy.

Press the delete picture button in your mind, and start drawing again.

After a while he laughed to himself, what the hell.

When did my brain become so big, I imagined that there was a delete button in my head.

I'm afraid it's not the second disease that will be contagious.

Before drawing for a while, the waltz dance started in my mind again, and he and Jing Chong were dancing again.

He lumped his thoughts into the little black box he had just created in his head.

Lin Yanxiu, you, don't act like a little girl!

After scolding himself, he continued to draw the picture in his hand. Looking at Jing Chong's hair from the corner of his eye, he really wanted to rub it.

In the afternoon, Ma Xiaoran brought the news that the animation club hadn't recruited new ones this year, and there was indeed no one there.But the props and costumes are locked in the club activity room, and there are still some procedures to go through if you want to reopen the club.

The club can be established by four people, and the small partners are a little worried about how to tell the head teacher and how to deal with the propaganda department.

To deal with the publicity agency, the little friend put his idea on hold with a frowning expression.

The little friends really don't want to deal with the third year of high school.

During the evening self-study, Lin Yanxiu gave Jing Chong the painting he drew, and his heart was pounding.

He took some time at noon to draw the dancing one, and now that one is in the book, he feels guilty.

"Draw it for me?"

Lin Yanxiu nodded.

Jing Chong held the painting and searched in his head for the anime he had watched, but there seemed to be no such character.

He glanced again, hey! These shoes, these wristbands, this school uniform...

He suddenly became excited, "Draw me?!"

Lin Yanxiu blushed to the base of his neck, nodded his head, and asked a little uncertainly, "...how is it?"

"It's beautiful! I didn't expect you to be able to draw." It's so beautiful.

"Learn a little bit."

Jing Chong put the painting in the geographical atlas, "Why don't we apply for an animation club, you can see that you can also draw, and it's just a good time to use your expertise."

Lin Yanxiu nodded, but he didn't hear what Jing Chong said at all. His paintings were also included in the geographical atlas, because he didn't usually use this book, and he rarely flipped through it.

He thought he should change the place, what if Jing Chong took the wrong book one day!What if he saw it!

Will it be disgusting?

In the colorless life before, he insisted on forcing himself to enjoy himself in time.

He never wanted Jing Chong to know what would happen if he liked him, and he didn't want his friends to know what would happen if he was mentally ill.

As long as he thinks about this problem, he will be so depressed that he can't breathe.

As soon as this idea popped up, he immediately dragged it into the small black room in his mind.

Seeing Lin Yanxiu in a daze again, Jing Chong knocked on him, "What are you thinking?"

After the previous time, when Jing Chong saw Lin Yanxiu in a daze, he became nervous reflexively.

"It's nothing, let's build an animation club."

After the friends had plans, they split up and started working together.

Jing Chong and Lin Yanxiu were in charge of telling the class teacher that the others were in charge of dealing with the senior year.

The process was a bit difficult, because the Propaganda Department had Su Lian's old subordinates, but the friends were calm and went to torture people every day, and finally got the key to the activity room of the animation club after a week.

The activity room of the animation club is not on the first floor of the museum building. It is in the basement of the first floor of the art building. It may be because it is not a formal club, so it is allocated to the basement. My friends are still a little excited to know this, and I have my own club.