After sitting at the same table with the mean school

The weather in September is fine and suitable for sports meetings.

Jingzhong has always held monthly exams at the end of the month.At the end of September, there are usually two days of sports meetings after the monthly exam, which are arranged on Thursday and Friday two days before the National Day holiday.In the short two days of the sports meeting, the preparations made a lot of noise.

The first is the candidates to participate in the project.

The boys program is fine.

There are 45 people in a class, and there are 9 girls in total. Every girl who applies for three projects is not satisfied with the requirements.Every time this happens, it's a heartbreaking time.

The school was extra merciful, saying that there were so few girls in the first class, so they hurriedly asked the liberal arts experimental class to borrow a few girls.Liu Lu, the representative of the physical education class, begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother to borrow a few girls from Class 17 of the liberal arts experimental class, so that he could gather enough candidates for the competition.

As a reward, Class [-] also needs to lend a few boys to them to participate in the basketball game.

To be precise, I participated in their Solo with the International Department as a foreign aid.

There are many girls in the liberal arts experimental class and very few boys, but there is no shortage of enthusiasm.The girls in one of their classes had conflicts with a group of more social girls from the international department. The boys naturally wanted to show their heroic demeanor of saving the beauty.

Most of the students in the International Department want to study abroad. There are many wealthy second generations and many social people.The boys in the literary class are like chickens, people look down on them, so they say they can ask other foreign aid in the school.

The first class happened to have a lot of boys, and there were also a lot of players who often played basketball, and they owed them favors, so the matter was settled like this.

Wu Zhe scoffed at this way of dealing with conflicts, expressing that he didn't want to be a nonsense foreign aid.

But Xia Xingyao was very interested, and the monitor of class 17 later invited him once, and he kindly joined the Wenshi class camp.And Jiang Lechi also volunteered very much. The two of them became the glorious foreign aid of Wenshi class, and they were told by a group of boys to take good care of the girls in Wenshi class.

It's best to break into Wenshi and get the WeChat accounts of a few younger sisters.

Jiang Lechi said: "With our Mr. Xia's face, why can't we use WeChat?"

Everyone nodded, expressing that it made sense.

The day of the game was the day before the results of the Gaolian.

Wu Zhe had already found out his scores from unofficial channels, so he went to hide in the corridor and called his mother. When he returned to the classroom, he saw Xia Xingyao and Jiang Lechi surrounded by everyone preparing to go out.

This class is an extra-curricular physical exercise, and most of the class decided to watch the excitement.

Wu Zhe grabbed Xia Xingyao's arm and asked, "Ball game?"

Xia Xingyao nodded, and asked casually, "Brother Zhe, are you going to cheer for me?"

Wu Zhe showed a very mean smile: "You want me to go...? No."

Xia Xingyao knew it.

Didn't expect him to go either.

He pulled his arm out and snorted, "Will love go or not?"

The boys in the competition class usually swim in the cold competition questions.Most of the few girls in the class are also good brothers, so there is no possibility of ambiguity.

Thinking of being able to get in close contact with the girls in the liberal arts class, a group of boys screamed excitedly, hooked their shoulders and rushed to the basketball court.

The reason why Wu Zhe didn't go to the game was actually that Mr. Xu Congjia, the coach of the math competition team, came to him for something.

After he and Xu Congjia finished chatting about grades, life, and the call from the Department of Mathematics of Peking University by the Weiming Lake, the mobile phone he hid in his trouser pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated rapidly.

Not knowing what was going on, he was a little embarrassed standing still.

Theoretically speaking, Jingzhong is not allowed to bring mobile phones. Xu Congjia glanced at his most proud student and waved to him: "Okay, okay, let's go out, look at your expression of unwillingness to chat. Over there at Peking University I’ll go and reply to them. They still think you’re pretty good, you can think about it again. ——Why don’t you have a Peking University dream?”

Wu Zhe smiled, and opened his mouth to come: "No, teacher, I am very willing to listen to your earnest teaching... I am not, I have a dream of Tsinghua University when I was a child. Then I will go out, teacher."

He walked out of the office, and as soon as he went out, he took out his mobile phone and saw that he had sent more than ten unread messages on WeChat, all of which were from Jiang Lechi.

Paratrooper No. [-] Jiang Lechi:

[WeChat voice]

[WeChat voice]

[WeChat voice]

-Hold! ! ! ! !

- the grandchildren

-Oh shit

Wu Zhe frowned and listened to the first voice.

It was probably Jiang Lechi's voice after he took a deep breath:

-Brother Zhe, the grandchildren from the international department are really not human when they play basketball. They are too dirty. Xia Xingyao's leg was broken by them.

Wu Zhe didn't react for a while.

What is "broken leg"?

I haven't seen you in less than half an hour, so what happened?

The second voice is played automatically:

- These grandchildren also said that your mother and our experimental class are all colored pens and that I am a fake AJ, can this be tolerated, I will give them a super double lesson today

Wu Zhe was not in the mood to listen to him talking about unimportant things, so he ran to the court.

This game was not only watched by people from the International Department and the Wenshi class, but also many students from the Lishi class, as well as the girls who came to watch the game when they learned that Xia Xingyao, the master of learning, was going to participate. The outer layer is very lively.

Wu Zhe saw at a glance that the liberal arts class had made a cheering banner, which was held by a few beautiful girls, which was particularly conspicuous.

The game on the field is still going on.

Wu Zhe glanced at the running figure, Jiang Lechi was the only familiar face.

There are four boys in the literary class with a Jiang Lechi, and there are five tall and strong boys who look like sports students in the international department. When compared, the literary class is at a disadvantage.

The score on the field is also the same, 28:39 behind by a big score.

Wu Zhe looked around, and finally saw Xia Xingyao sitting on the spot with his legs propped up under the scoreboard.

This person was still in the mood to accept the towels and drinks from the girl in the liberal arts class next to him, and there was an ice pack on his ankle, smiling and flirting with others.

It seems that it should not be as serious as the "broken leg" in WeChat.

Wu Zhe pushed aside the crowd, strode up to Xia Xingyao, patted his hairy head, and asked, "Xia Xingyao, why aren't you playing?"

Xia Xingyao took a sip of the loving lemon Yakult sent by his sister, patted his ankle, and looked up at him: "It's sprained.——Didn't you not come to see it? Why are you here again?"

"How did it happen?"

"Just the grandson on the 17th." Xia Xingyao's face remained unchanged, and he smiled, "Zhen Yin. He even plays with a footstep."

Xia Xingyao was thinking about how to get the number 17 in his mind.

He was sent off on the 17th because he sprained his ankle because of a footstep. It is impossible to play him on the field.

Wu Zhe's face was not very good-looking: "Then why are you still sitting here watching the game? Don't you need to go to the infirmary? Don't need your feet."

Xia Xingyao: "No, I'm a foreign player. Even if I can't play, I have to do my best off the court."

For the first time, Wu Zhe felt that he was at a disadvantage in the conversation with Xia Xingyao.

Rather helpless, he looked up to see the game form on the court.