life after death

That was the summer six years ago.

Just a sophomore.

gym class.

Su Junping was forced to memorize English texts for half of the class. It was like squeezing toothpaste, which made him sweat profusely, and he was more tired than playing a ball game.As soon as the back is finished, rush to the gymnasium in three steps and two steps.

If you are unlucky, drinking cold water can also clog your teeth.Su Junping ran up to the second floor to see that the door was locked, and he had to go through the small side door on the ground floor to get in.

"What a fucking idiot!"

Su Junping kicked the glass door, rushed to the ground floor, bypassed the underground parking lot, and was about to walk up the stairs when he heard a muffled sound, which was the sound of a basketball falling to the ground.

It was originally the badminton room, and he glanced curiously, and saw an overly tall and thin figure from the back, as if he had sensed his gaze, that person turned his head and looked back at him.

Su Junping was immediately stunned by those knife-like eyes, the eyeliner was extremely deep, like a narrow and narrow blade, seeping light, only his brows soaked in sweat softened the hostility between his brows.

Su Junping knew this person, Chen Yilin, the class monitor in the first year of high school, and still in the second class of high school.

In the first year of high school, they could count on two hands together. In Su Junping's impression, he was a nerd with excellent grades, and he always spoke with a bit of meekness and stupidity.

Su Junping didn't seem to expect that it was Chen Yilin who had such eyes, he was taken aback, or Chen Yilin closed his eyes and smiled at him: "Shall we play together?"

"No, I'll go up and play," Su Junping suddenly laughed, "The squad leader never expected you to be so handsome! Do you want to go up together, it's so boring to play alone."

"No, I'll be right here."

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Su Junping climbed up the stairs, but unfortunately the upstairs was full of people, so he could only stare blankly as a substitute.

At this time, Wang Wenjie happened to be replaced, and when he saw Su Junping, he immediately hooked his shoulder with a smile and said, "Brother, you are too shriveled, it took you so long to come here."

"No, no, Brother Wen, what is this called...Nuwa mending the sky, Jingwei filling the sea, or Yugong Yishan...The difficulty factor is max. When I was born, I recited this option and it was gray! It's gray, okay!"

Wang Wenjie, who was given the nickname "Brother Wen", is said to have come from the fact that this brother shouted in his first year of high school: "Masters, I like tits!" He happened to be heard by the teaching director, and became popular all over the school from then on.Brother Wen is a bra, which can be elegant or vulgar. It is really a wonderful title.

"Yugong finally removed the mountain, you work hard, maybe one day you will be moved!"

"Don't think about the fact that there is no one above me," Su Junping quickly stopped the topic, "The basketball game will start soon, does anyone in our class know you?"

Brother Wen frowned, looked around mysteriously, then leaned his head over and said in a low voice, "It seems to be He Sanban."

Su Junping said "Oh", "Is it true?"

"Is there any benefit in lying to you? Boring! I heard what the sports students in the third year of high school said, so it shouldn't be wrong."

Su Junping snorted and didn't speak. Wang Wenjie had a lot of gossip, but unfortunately most of them were speculative. In the past, there were countless times of "I'm going to watch a movie today", "This time I have a three-day holiday", "Tomorrow's math test" and so on. Wait for the criminal record.

However, I don't know if the crow's mouth moved the heavens. Nine out of ten of his unreliable words happened to hit the ten percent this time.

It's really Class Three!

When they received the notice, the boys were "gloomy and gloomy", and Xiao Yiling, Su Junping's back table girl, looked puzzled: "Isn't Class [-] a liberal arts class? Isn't it very powerful?"

Brother Wen nodded sadly: "Most of the boys in their class are sports students."

Su Junping added: "And I especially like to foul."

"Yes! It's like who fouls the most in a game."

"Then..." Xiao Yiling suddenly woke up from the ecstasy of the competition, "Does that mean we will lose in the preliminary round?"

Brother Wen: "...Probably so."

"No, wait," Su Junping saw Chen Yilin passing by, and grabbed his wrist, "Squad leader! Are you interested in playing the game?!"

"I……"

"Whether you are interested or not, you must play anyway. You are the monitor. What is a monitor? The monitor serves the class. Besides, it is not harmful to you to play. Do you know how handsome you are when you shoot the ball! Whoops, I'm so handsome, you know! Super handsome! I must have attracted a lot of little girls..."

Brother Wen and the girl at the back table looked at him with disgust.

But what interrupted him was Chen Yilin's hesitant voice: "I'll talk about this later, I'm here... to collect math homework."

Su Junping: "..."

By the way, Chen Yilin is not only the class monitor, but also the math class representative.

In the end, Su Junping threatened with his math homework book and forced the squad leader to join the team.

Although some people have expressed doubts, after all, the class is secretly divided into two groups during the physical education class. One group is Su Junping and the others who often play full courts with other classes, and the other group is secretly called the "old, weak, sick and disabled group". It seemed to be in that group, but after seeing the monitor's three-pointer, he immediately knelt down under his school pants.

The competition is the last class in the afternoon of the next day.

Many years later, Su Junping can't remember clearly, only remember that the sun was so big that day that he looked like an idiot, and there were so many people like an idiot - in fact, the ability to see who is an idiot is completely his anger.

In Chen Yilin's memory, it was a very beautiful day, the beautiful sky was covered with pink bubbles, and there was a magpie standing on a tree branch—this was entirely his obsession.

Only by synthesizing these two nerves can the scene at that time be restored——

The sun is not too big, but it is a bit muggy.Class [-] is warming up with tall and burly individuals, and they all wear black sportswear. They look majestic. On the other hand, Class [-], Su Junping and his class are not good enough, colorful, and the brothers don’t have sports shoes for a while, so they wear sneakers to make up the number.

Xiao Yiling couldn't help covering her face: "Too wilted, too wilted!" The girls in Class [-] nodded, expressing collective agreement.

Class [-] was still in single digits at the [-]th minute of class [-]. Brother Wen was carrying the ball. He braked suddenly and shouted: "Squad leader!" When he hooked his fingertips, the ball gurgled and slid out from below like a fish.

"Fucking feint!"

Brother Wen rushed up to stop the third class, but unfortunately, brother Wen had thin arms and legs, so he was freed after a few seconds of blocking, and suffered an elbow, causing a dull pain in his ribs.

As expected of a sports student, this strength, Brother Wen thought to himself.

Chen Yilin, who caught the ball, instantly became the target of public criticism. The black wall of people swarmed up, making him breathless. He got rid of several pairs of competing hands, and his heart was like a mirror. He couldn't control the ball for long, so he had to throw it out immediately , and he happens to be good at three-pointers, so you can give it a try.

While thinking this way, he had already jumped up and raised his arms. He was waiting for the ball to drop when he suddenly felt his right leg sink. Before he could stand still, his back sank and his head hit the ground with a "bang".

"Squad leader!"

Chen Yilin was dizzy for a few seconds and didn't hear anything. When he slowly regained consciousness and wanted to wake up, he felt his brain was buzzing and the whole world was spinning.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his right eye was blocked by something, and at the same time, the girl's scream exploded in his ear.

"Blood! Blood!"

"Someone is bleeding!"

"It's terrible! Come on! An ambulance is here!"

Chen Yilin pursed his lips and did not speak. The third class fell down with him without knowing the truth or hypocrisy. Unfortunately, Chen Yilin landed on the right side of his face. What was even more unfortunate was that the gymnasium was too small.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist.That wrist was so warm that Chen Yilin couldn't help shivering.

Unexpectedly, when he trembled, the man tightened his grip, Su Junping leaned into his ear and said cautiously: "Squad leader, is your head okay? Are you dizzy?"

"It's okay, nothing."

"Sit still, they're going to call an ambulance."

Chen Yilin let out a chuckle: "Ambulance? What a big deal, I can take a look at it in the school infirmary."

Chen Yilin suddenly burst out laughing, and at that moment, the mature old air that did not belong to a teenager faded away like a tide, like the frozen soil unsealed, and a fresh and soft bud bloomed.

Su Jun flattened his mouth, thinking that this kid's smile looks like that.

The ambulance came after a while, and a set of brain examinations were done just in case, Chen Yilin sat on the bench in the hospital drowsy, waiting for the results of the film, while vaguely thinking that the night would be a waste Yes, I have to make up my homework when I go back.

When he was so dazed, he didn't know that his class had fallen out.

The eleventh class sent Chen Yilin to the car, and the hearts of the people had already been slackened. After fighting with the third class for only a quarter of an hour, they left in dismay.

Su Junping lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped his face, then poured mineral water on his head with a gloomy expression and said, "Those idiots from class [-] really think we are blind!"

The tallest boy in Class [-] answered: "I saw it clearly, first I tripped, and then he crushed our class leader and fell to the ground!"

The boy's name was Wang Zifeng, and he was nicknamed "Prince".It's a pity that Mr. Prince is tall and thin like a bamboo pole. At first glance, he looks like a prince in a slum. Now the wrinkles on his face are piled up when he frowns, making him look more bitter and hostile.

Su Junping glanced at the prince, turned to Wang Wenjie and said, "Brother Wen, what do you think we should do."

Wang Wenjie had so many bad ideas that he was almost overflowing, and he was asked to make up his mind every time he did something.Hearing this, he snorted and said, "What else can I do? Let's fight! Basketball can't beat them, can't they fight? Fight!"

"Fight beat!"

"If you don't fight, you won't succeed!"

"Damn we have a numerical advantage, we can't step on them to death with one foot!"

……

"Okay, okay," Wang Wenjie clapped his hands to calm them down, "Keep your voice down, someone will come over to the toilet at any time. You listen to me, the physical education students will go to exercise first before eating, and the teacher will leave at the end of the meeting." , Only a few of them are left to pack up the equipment." His triangular eyes raised up, "Let's aim at this and rush in, leaving two people outside to close the door, and people passing by outside don't know what happened!"

Some people questioned: "The equipment room is the base camp of others. It would be bad if we were beaten up."

Brother Wen gave him a gouging look and said, "You know what! I'll call the senior three over here, and let the third class kneel down and call daddy!"