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"Zichen, didn't you say go to the rest room?"

"I was going, but when I saw you here, I just waited for you to go with me." Cheng Zichen replied to Jian Ze'an, and then glanced at Xia Heran again, "Are you dating a classmate?"

"Well, I didn't expect Ze'an to have other things." Xia Heran smiled, and looked at Cheng Zichen with suspicion, "Ze'an, do you go to cram school with Cheng Shen?"

"How is it possible?" Jian Ze'an was amused, "At what level can I take a cram school with him... He is the one who gave me extra lessons."

"Then Cheng Shen is quite helpful." Xia Heran waved his hand, "In this case, I won't waste your time, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Jian Ze'an said goodbye to him, while thinking about what to eat on Friday.

Xia Heran seems to be working outside on weekends, right?

He is not well off financially, so he has to find a cheap place to eat, but he can't make it too obvious.Xia Heran even wanted to refuse Zhang Tongfei's compensation for medical expenses at first. How could such a proud young man be willing to be pitied?

hot pot?

barbecue?

Have to find a store that looks good but is cheap.

Well, Xia Heran's injury hasn't healed yet, so there should be a lot of taboos...

He was pondering there, while Cheng Zichen looked at the people around him, and felt that the other's absent-minded appearance was inexplicably annoying.

Last time too, with that class 11—what was it called? ——Xia Heran?After talking with the other party, he looked out of the sky, as if immersed in a world that he didn't know.

"Snapped".

Jian Ze'an recovered from the fugue in a jerk, only to realize that it was Cheng Zichen who suddenly snapped his fingers in front of his eyes.

"Scary! What are you doing?"

Jian Ze'an stared angrily at Fa Xiao next to him.

"I'm afraid you won't notice the place." Cheng Zichen hooked the corner of his mouth and saw his own reflection in the other's dark eyeballs.

— Only my own reflection.

The mood suddenly improved.

He took out the key to the lounge from his pocket and let Jian Ze'an go in: "Don't think about it during tutoring, there are two days left on Friday."

"What Friday?" Jian Ze'an was taken aback, remembering that he and Xia Heran had a dinner date on Friday, he jumped up, "You overheard me talking to my classmates?"

"Who wants to hear it." Cheng Zichen stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head. He felt that the hand felt good, and rubbed it twice, "When I walked over and saw you, I happened to be talking about 'Friday after school'. ——I Remember last time you swore not to play games or go out to sing K for dinner before the monthly exam."

"I'm not going to play on Friday." Jian Ze'an muttered casually, completely oblivious to Cheng Zichen's intentional guidance.

"Aren't you going to play?" The boy glanced at him, as if casually, "What are you doing?"

"I helped him, he invited me to dinner." Jian Ze'an couldn't help but recounted his great achievements, and then said, "...I am doing harm to the people, right?"

Cheng Zichen looked at him.

The boy sat on the chair, raised his head and looked at himself with bright eyes, his pupils were full of joy, and the three words "seeking praise" were written brightly on the face with a little baby fat showing a dimple.

His heart paused, and his voice softened: "Well, you did really well this time. People like Liu Ziqiang should be taught a lesson."

"Hey, if you can, help if you can." Jian Ze pretended to be modest and happy, but the upturned corners of his mouth revealed his mood.

Cheng Zichen smiled, took out a mint candy from his pocket, and put it in front of him: "Reward a candy."

"... Where are you coaxing the kindergarten children?" Complaining like this, Jian Ze'an still peeled off the candy wrapper and ate it, and then heaved a long sigh of relief, "Oh, my heart is so cold, I feel like there is a refrigerator hidden in my mouth."

"Be more energetic, so I can make up lessons later." Cheng Zichen pulled the chair opposite him and sat down, "Okay, let's start? Are there any types of questions today?"

As soon as Jian Ze'an heard it, he put other distracting thoughts behind him, opened the paper, and pushed the place where he marked the question mark to Cheng Zichen:

"Cheng Shen, ask for advice!"

On the next day on Thursday, the first round of the elimination round of the basketball game ended and they entered the group stage.

Class 11 is divided into a group with Class 4 and Class 15, and they will compete in twos, and then they will be promoted based on the points.

"Class 15 has nothing to say, but Class 4 is a tough one."

Lin Xiao gathered the team members and arranged tactics.

After finishing speaking, he smiled meaningfully at Hong Chuanglei: "Stimulate the opponent, if it happens again..."

"No, no, no, it will never happen!" Hong Chuanglei swears, patting his chest, "I will definitely coax them well, one big brother at a time, friendship first and second in competition, so that the brothers in class 4 will not be angry at all. !"

Bai Huo sneered:

"Then why don't you just rush up and call Dad, maybe it's for nothing that they will let us win if they are happy with such a big son."

"Come on." Jian Ze'an looked at him coldly and shook his head, "With such an unfilial son, Class 4 is probably full of anger and adrenaline."

Bai Huo laughed loudly, and Chen Bin also bared his teeth with joy.

Lin Xiao shook his hand when drawing the tactical diagram on the white paper, and the cap of the pen fell off the back of the pen holder.

"Fuck. Brother An, do you have a problem with me!" Hong Chuanglei's face was full of misery, "I made a bed for Brother An, and I carried a gun for Brother An! Brother An, you can't treat me like this, Brother An."

"Make the bed?" Lin Xiao picked up the pen cap from the ground and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you believe him? He even carried a gun for me." Jian Ze'an sat halfway on the table, stretched his legs and pretended to kick Hong Chuanglei, "Look at his table belly that is as messy as a trash can, he made my bed? Then I guess the cotton will be dug out for me."

"Haha Ange is right. After class was re-segregated at the end of last year, when I went camping during class building activities, I peeled fruit and asked Leizi to spread a tablecloth, and he even knocked over the fruit plate I put in the basket! Get out of here The grass is full of grapes!"

Bai Huo mercilessly exposed Hong Chuanglei's shortcomings.

Hong Chuanglei buried his face in his hands with a "wow" sound: "You all target and bully me! Why is my life so miserable?"

"Evil." Jian Ze'an moved away from him in disgust, "I feel sorry for the little girl who made this model, you are 1.8 meters tall and weigh [-], please stop, it makes people panic. "

"Okay, okay." Lin Xiao didn't laugh much just now, but now he pretended to be serious, "We haven't finished discussing tactics, what are we talking about. Leizi Huozi, today's task is difficult, the defense mainly depends on you two .”

"Yes Sir!" Hong Chuanglei sat up straight instantly, and saluted nondescriptly, "I promise to complete the task!"

Bai Huo was a step behind him, and cast a disdainful glance at the showman before replying, "Don't worry, Brother Xiao, it's okay."

Class 4 vs. Class 11 was their first match in this group.

It was still noon, and the sun was still so hot that it could melt people.

Basically, the whole class of Class 11 was dispatched, except for a few students who were really not interested in basketball or couldn't bear the weather, they all crowded onto the basketball court.

Even Lao Liang came.

Holding his glass cup held by the knitted net, he patted the shoulders of five team members one by one: "Good job!"

"Look, here you go." Hong Chuanglei played poorly, "I'll take care of you and bring you back a victory."

"Okay, okay." Lao Liang, who always talked about Hong Chuanglei, stopped talking about his hippie smile now, and patted him on the shoulder with a heavy face, "You guys, work hard."

After the game started, the classes on both sides worked hard.

The playing style of class 11 is quite aggressive, but class 4 is very flexible and good at speed flow, advances and retreats well, has the opportunity to move quickly like a hyena smelling blood, steals one when there is a need, and can attack quickly when it fails. Gather people to stop losses.

Don't look down on Hong Chuanglei, the defense is really stable when playing. Baihuo nicknamed "high wall defense", that is to say, when you meet him, you are like encountering a wall. It doesn't matter what angle you are up, down, left, or right, he won't let you If you pass it on, you won’t be able to pass it on.

Class 4's dexterous style of play is really a great test on the defensive end.

Jian Ze'an is good at offense, but he is almost meaningless in defense, especially because he is not big enough. He was used as a breakthrough by class 4. He passed him several times through passes and fake moves. He especially likes to pass the ball from the top of his head, but he is bullied because he is not tall enough. , He rushed to the halftime of class 11 like a big road.

Jian Ze'an was almost outraged by the breakthrough, and there was a hint of irritability on his face.

Being swayed again, Jian Ze'an gritted his teeth and glared viciously at the opponent who had obviously provoked him on purpose, who was able to speed up and waited for him to return to the defense, and then walked away from him, wishing to grind his teeth to sparks.

On the sidelines, their classmates shouted "Come on" heart-piercingly, and some people shouted "Brother An, fuck him!" at the top of their voices.

Mixed with the triumphant laughter of Class 4, and the bragging shouts of "I'll pass you, let's see what you do".

Jian Ze'an let out a "fuck", stretched out his hand to pull up the hem of the school uniform, and wiped his face hard.

——The surrounding area suddenly became a little quieter.

At least the girls' crisp, high-pitched but somewhat shrill shouts disappeared.

Jian Ze'an was at a loss for a second, put down the hem of his school uniform, and the original anger was replaced by surprise.

What's the matter?Why is it suddenly quiet?

He looked to the sidelines suspiciously, but was startled by the scorching gaze of a group of students and took half a step back.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow! My eyes are going to be blurry."

"I understand your sister! Why are you so white! A girl who is two shades whiter than me, I envy Liului..."

"awsl! Does he actually have abdominal muscles? He is white and tender but has abdominal muscle lines, why is he so cute..."

"What do you want to say is cute? What you want to say is obviously delicious! You are greedy for his body, you use your sword!"

"Aren't you greedy? I just hate that I lifted it up and didn't have time to take a picture."

……

Jian Ze'an pricked up his ears to listen to a few words, and then choked.

This group, this group of students...

What kind of words are these tigers and wolves!

He was so ashamed that he wiped his face with the back of his hand, and trotted to the opponent's half to continue looking for opportunities. The original restless anger subsided inexplicably because of this sudden episode.

He ran away and didn't hear it, and many people behind him were still whispering:

"My ears are red."

"Cute love."

"So obedient? I can!"

"...No, you can't. Draw your sword, let's fight!"

In the following games, Jian Ze'an was calm and a little bit shy, and all the movements that were slightly deformed due to impatience at the beginning were all adjusted back, and he played much more safely.

In the original tactics of Class 4, there was intentionally provoking him, trying to drive him into a panic, lose control and make a foul, or make a misjudgment because of his irritability.

Seeing the success stimulated Jian Ze'an's emotions, Class 4 thought it was a trick, but Jian Ze'an suddenly stabilized again, looking very calm.

He calmly judged how to deliberately break through from him, deliberately bypass him to pass and receive the ball, and there was no sign of going above him anymore.

The captain of Class 4, who formulated the tactics, sighed secretly that this kid is really terrible. No wonder he represented his class in the battle with a height of less than 1.8 meters.

At the end of the first half, the score was tight. The score between class 4 and class 11 was 27:29, and class 11 had the advantage by two points.

The author has something to say: Hey hey hey hey, Xiao Jian is also very delicious when she is shy~