I suspect you are not a good student

As Qiuyun drove the children to school, Xie Chuhong remained silent.

Zhou Shiyi acted like he didn't know anything, but his uncles and aunts agreed?

He now feels that Zhou Shiyi didn't understand what he said at all, got out of the car, and started to lose his temper as soon as he entered the school gate: "I will seriously consider it and give you an answer next Monday, can you stop pushing me?" gone?"

Zhou Shiyi was inexplicable: "Why am I forcing you? The curtains in your room don't block out the light. I said it's okay if you sleep with me."

"Can you stop being stupid!" Xie Chuhong, who hadn't written the manuscript all night, was completely blown away, "What I said a few days ago was all nonsense? You know your parents know!"

"They don't know we know."

If there weren't so many people walking around the school gate, Zhou Shiyi would have no doubt that Xie Chuhong would stand still and argue with him: "You are too sensitive."

"What does this have to do with my sensitivity? Are you afraid that they won't worry enough?"

"Then they didn't force it when they agreed." Having said that, Zhou Shiyi's face turned a little cold, "Or do you think I was just joking and never considered agreeing to me from the beginning?"

Otherwise, it will be a matter of time whether you know or not, and there is no need for such a big reaction.

Both of them were obviously a little anxious, Xie Chuhong glared at him and left a sentence "I don't want to argue with you about this" before bypassing them and leaving.

Later, until the volleyball game in the afternoon, I didn't say much.

"What's the matter with you? Since last night, no one in the group has paid attention to me."

On the sidelines of the volleyball court, Yi Ming looked at the few people around him who were dispersing and warming up, wondering what to do. Forget about Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong, since Luo Yaoyao got involved, it's not too normal, "You two Why don't you call me back?"

Xie and Zhou followed his gaze and found that the two who were happily hugging each other yesterday actually refused to even look at each other now.

Xie Chuhong couldn't believe it: "Did you quarrel?"

Recently, he was too busy thinking about the mess with Zhou Shiyi, and didn't pay attention to the back row at all.

Chi Che threw out five words concisely: "It's not every day."

Xia Wanli even turned her body sideways, and staggered the direction of the stretching exercise.

Zhou Shiyi couldn't help but look sideways. Although the two were arguing every day, it was obviously for fun. He thought that Chi Che would always give in and compromise unconditionally to Xia Wanli, but he didn't expect that they would really quarrel.

In this situation, Yi Ming is the most troublesome: "So what's going on now?"

The volleyball finals was about to happen, and it was about the mobile phones of a group of people in his class, and there were countless outsiders watching. If he hadn't been singing a one-man show in the group and was really tired, he definitely wouldn't have asked at this time.

But there was no answer, and the four of them looked in four different directions in silence.

Yi Ming was a little desperate: "You all don't talk, your birthday is going to be tomorrow, does that mean I will decide the rest?"

According to the plan, they planned to take advantage of Yi Ming and Chi Che's birthday celebrations together to counter-kill Xu Heshen, but the last crucial part of inviting you into the urn was still far from being conceived. Now that the exam was finally over, the four of them began to be absent-minded again. , Do not reply to the message.

The emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry?

Yi Ming crossed his hips and thought about it in his head, but he couldn't say it in the end, which hurt his peace.

His tablemate was still drawing lots at a distance, and he didn't know what was going on with them, so he stood in front of the net and smiled stupidly, probably because he had won the right to serve and waved them to play.

Yi Ming raised his hand in response, let out a long breath, and wanted to turn around to smooth things over and get emotional after the match, but Xia Wanli was the first to go towards the field, without looking back, leaving a sentence: "Anyway, you didn't bother at the beginning." You don't intend to tell me what's going on, you can discuss it yourself."

The atmosphere instantly dropped below freezing point.

Yi Ming was slammed by this sentence until the referee blew his whistle, and the game officially started.

Chi Che didn't say anything on the spot, but as soon as he stood on the teeing area and touched the ball with his palm, everyone felt the suffocated anger in his heart.

Duan Heng sat on the stone bench next to the lame Bai Siming, shaking his head: "No need to pick it up."

Xiong Cong and the others did not intend to pick it up.

The ball was so powerful that it seemed to use a booster. It was so fast and ruthless that all the eyes on the scene were drawn in the air. The referee was ready to blow the whistle when it went out of bounds, but the ball hit the sideline with precision.

Score!

Class three burst into cheers, and Duan Heng pouted, "You're lucky."

Bai Siming didn't answer, and stared at Chi Che, who scored on the court without raising his eyelids, and frowned slightly.

The sports committee stood in the middle of the front row, and couldn't see everyone's faces.

Now that he scored the first goal, he was full of joy and wanted to exchange celebratory glances with his teammates, but he turned his head to see a few poker faces, and he couldn't find the joy of winning the game.

This is... the meaning of guarding against arrogance and impetuosity?

The winning side controls the serve.

The ball returned to Chi Che's hand again.

The young boy stood up in a sharp figure, and he already had a star face, but his expression became more serious when his face was blank, which made Zhou Shiyi's schoolgirls who climbed the wall on the sidelines resolutely climb back again.

Chi Che arched his back slightly, tossed the ball and then shot again, another high-flying dribble, which made people want to catch it but didn't know how to catch it.

The whistle blew again, leading 2:0.

The finals are the same as the previous competition system, with two wins in three rounds. The first two rounds score 15 points and lead the opponent by 2 points.

The final game uses a 10-point system, which is one level lower than the previous specification.

Now that Chi Che touched the ball, the people next to him didn't do anything, and he scored three points first.

Duan Heng also slowly became serious: "Why haven't I heard of this ability before?"

Chi Che has long heard that Chi Che is good at serving, but it is too exaggerated to be able to control the edge every time.

When it was the fourth ball, Chi Che looked at the opposite side and retreated to the teeing area again. Every time he patted the ball with his palm, the nerves of the six players in Class [-] who were waiting in full force tensed up, especially the three guarding the backcourt. Highest.

But this time Chi Che didn't follow the routine to play towards the end. He swung the ball with his arms and picked the slightly empty midfielder on the opposite side.

Normally, the ball should be blocked by Zhou Shiyi, who is in charge of the secondary attacker. As a result, he had just taken off from his feet, and Xie Chuhong, who was the main attacker on the side, had already passed him and dunked a hard fast ball.

4:0, score!

The ball caught the opponent off guard.They took off one after the other, invisibly doing a two-on-one, putting pressure on the opponent's blocking judgment, and the overall level was the same as they had practiced.

The atmosphere on the sidelines became more and more enthusiastic, and Duan Heng was completely dumbfounded this time: "Your class is good, and you secretly studied tactics while preparing for the exam? The blocks are all set up."

Bai Siming still didn't speak.

The only person on the scene who felt that the atmosphere was wrong like him was probably the sports committee.

Such a beautiful cooperation scored a point. Before the sports committee was ready to praise others, Zhou Shiyi had already started to question Xie Chuhong: "Are you crazy?"

What kind of bullshit tactics, the two of them never discussed it.If he hadn't stopped in time just now, he might have hit him directly, which is very dangerous.

But Xie Chuhong neither refuted nor looked at him, and returned to his position as if he hadn't heard him.

Zhou Shiyi's face finally sank completely.

The sports committee was caught in the middle of this group of teammates who were "not showing their joy".

The louder the cheers were, the more "cold" the atmosphere among the six people in Class Three became. Xia Wanli and Yi Ming broke out in silence.

As a free agent, Xia Wanli is a little shorter than other players, but it does not affect his flexibility. He does not need to attack or defend in front of the net. No matter what kind of serve or spike hits, he can catch it .

Yi Ming is the setter in the team. His function is to organize the team's offense. He is responsible for catching Xia Wanli's first pass. He has high requirements for the overall layout and must constantly mobilize his brain cells to send the ball to the most suitable Attacker's spike point.

The Sports Commission saw that they were not fierce in everything from serving, blocking to smashing, and they could score almost with a single shot, and they were so powerful that they gradually didn't bother to think about why everyone was so "sustainable".

Anyway, as long as he can score, his mobile phone is also included in this championship.

Compared with the beginning of the game, there are more and more people around, including many faculty members.

They were all called by acquaintances to watch the game, and they joked around Duan Heng and Bai Siming, asking how Duan Heng was feeling.

Duan Heng had long lost sight of it. He had never been so embarrassing as he led Class [-] all the way.

Before their class met Class [-], they had always been in the form of walks. Even in the first two years, they were able to compete evenly with their opponents in the finals. Now they were beaten so hard by Class [-].

Can't find the rhythm at all, very passive.

And the most intuitive variable in all these situations...

"Ten to two, class three scored." The referee whistled.

Xie Chuhong scored another point with a smash.

Xu Heshen stood in the crowd and looked at the field silently, the name of "Xie Chuhong" beside him was getting higher and higher.

The school girls climbing the wall everywhere were going crazy, and even Xie Chuhong jumped together, so they were ready to cheer with all their strength, as if the third class had really become the light of liberal arts.

Duan Heng looked at his class repeatedly losing points. At first, he was anxious, but after watching Xie Chuhong beat Zhou Shiyi again and again to hit the ball back, he finally saw the clue: "He is working so hard now, isn't it?" Are you going to play three games?"

Generally, they are taller and have good jumping ability to be the main attackers, but they play amateurs, and the division of labor is naturally not as clear as in regular volleyball games.

Class three used to have two main attackers, Xie Chuhong and the sports committee, but now Xie Chuhong was almost alone in the violent output. Even if they reduced the competition system to a smaller scale, they would not be able to support their physical strength.

Xiong Cong on the opposite side obviously saw this too, and took advantage of the missed points in the midfield to wink at a few teammates.

When the referee announced the victory of the third class in the first game, the sports committee felt like he was dreaming.

I don't know if he is used to the weird faces of his teammates today or something. He didn't notice the low pressure that became worse after everyone won the game. He stood beside Bai Siming drinking water and blowing water to the students who surrounded him. force.

Said that the fight went so smoothly this time, thanks to the squad leader and Zhou Shiyi joining, there was no communication during the whole process, and it was easy and effortless.

But the great hero in everyone's eyes was actually isolated from the crowd by Zhou Shiyi, who asked repeatedly: "Don't you want to fight anymore? Why are you always robbing me to block the net?"

As far as their level is concerned, it is definitely a miracle for the two to block the ball like before.

Zhou Shiyi was in charge of blocking and assisting setter Yi Ming as the assistant attacker. Blocking fast breaks should have been his responsibility, but in the end Xie Chuhong seemed to be running out of energy. It looks like a score, but it is actually a blind fight.

Duan Heng left his position early and went to their class to explain tactics.

Except for the sports committee and being mixed in the crowd, all five of them had the posture of "I need to focus on the game, and strangers should not enter".

Xie Chuhong kept his head down and didn't speak. Zhou Shiyi looked at him dripping with sweat and was really worried: "Did you go out with Luo Tian again at noon today?"

He woke up once when he woke up at noon today, and the seat next to him was empty again. This discovery made Zhou Shiyi lie on the table, and he did not fall asleep all afternoon.

But Xie Chuhong came back before the bell rang at the end of the lunch break. Thinking about the agreement, he endured it and pretended not to know.

Xie Chuhong was calm: "Luo Tian asked me to talk about the volleyball game, do you even care who I spend alone with for a while?"

Zhou Shiyi asked, "Smoking again?"

Xie Chuhong didn't answer.

Zhou Shiyi was dumbfounded: "Didn't you promise me not to smoke as much as possible?"

Only then did Xie Chuhong raise his eyelids, and glanced at him: "You said it yourself, try your best."

When Zhou Shi faced the young man who had once again become invulnerable, he couldn't open his mouth even if he hid a thousand or ten thousand sentences in his mouth, he just felt discouraged.

It's not that he doesn't know that Xie Chuhong disdains the so-called "good" and "bad" from the bottom of his heart, but he can't help but try to bring people back to the same age level as he is today, and of course he will not end well.

In addition to discouragement, there may even be some disappointment.

The feeling of being self-indulgent and hitting cotton.

On the other hand, the conflict between Xia Wanli and Chi Che also turned into a whitewash.

Yi Ming didn't even understand why they were arguing in the first place, it was just a quarrel anyway.

Xia Wanli was dissatisfied with Chi Che's receiving the ball, and Chi Che was dissatisfied with Xia Wanli's passing position. He made a lot of noise and attracted the bustling sports committee on the other side to look over.

Chi Che was determined to be patient today, but he was also irritated by Xia Wanli's angry mouth that could say anything, so eloquent.

No one wants to persuade a fight, and no one wants to be poked in the lungs by Xia Wanli at this time.

Yi Ming held the water bottle silently all the time, and sat on a stone bench under the shade of a tree.In fact, after much deliberation on this matter, he is the only one who is thankless.

He is neither gay, nor is he what Xu Heshen wants to mess with.

Now that the game is over, they are still buzzing in their ears, and the knot in Yi Ming's heart that was buried by Xia Wanli's opening finally broke out, and he said suddenly.

"It's what I deserve."

The dispute between the four came to an abrupt end.