between men and women

No.13 posts

Now that I think about it, it's a miracle that a person like me who often slips away from radio gymnastics between classes can learn to keep the goal in two weeks.And the creator of this miracle is undoubtedly Peng Zhiran.

I really don't like sports.During the residence period, the school stipulates that students should take part in morning exercise every morning.Not to mention how tortured we were at that age when we gathered at 06:30 in the morning, the 800 meters I exercised that morning was a torture for me. I often ran 200 meters, then walked another 200 meters with heavy breaths, and then Then run another 200 meters...

As a result, Peng Zhiran's first step in training me was to drag me to run the full 800 meters.How can I bear this.My stamina is inherently poor. Except for sit-ups and 100-meter speed running, I can do all sports, and everything else is terrible.In the end, Peng Zhiran took a branch and chased me behind my butt like a contractor, causing everyone to look sideways.I was so ashamed that I snatched the branch and threw it on the ground, but he didn't insist on it, and said to me: "Alright, I'll lead the way, you follow!"

I say yes.As a result, after running for more than 300 meters, it failed, and the speed dropped in a straight line, and the distance from him was getting bigger and bigger.He ran for a while and turned around to find that I hadn't kept up. He ran back and said angrily: "What's going on!" I panted and complained: "I'm not a goalkeeper, why do I want to run!" He said angrily: "Comprehensive physical fitness Do you understand, according to you, the goalkeepers of the football team don’t need to participate in training camp?” After speaking, he pulled my wrist and ran forward.

I had no choice but to accept my fate.

When it comes to practicing batting, it is comparable to the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

I thought it was easy at first, so I just caught the flying ball.After listening to a few points he told me, how to judge this and that, the directions and angles were messed up, I changed my clothes and gloves, stood in front of the goal and opened my arms to pose, my mind was like a mess.

As a result, the moment the ball flew towards my face, I dodged directly.

Peng Zhiran stood there with his hands on his hips and stared at me: "What are you hiding from?"

Reluctantly, I stood back up again and apologized, "Instinct."

He sighed, picked up the ball and put it away, looked up at me: "Don't hide this time." Then he took a few steps back and started to run...but I dodged again.I lowered my head and muttered: "Well, I'm afraid it will hurt if I jump on it and fall."

I think Peng Zhiran looks almost crazy.

The result of the first day of training is very decadent.

When eating at night, Peng Zhiran frowned and didn't speak, and I ate my meal carefully.

The next day, he switched gears.

Don't kick the ball at me, let me practice jumping according to the instructions.

On the left, right, front and back, there was nothing flying towards me, and my thumping was relatively smooth.

After fluttering for two days, he brought the ball again: "You have almost practiced the posture of falling to the ground, and your sense of self-protection is also good. Now I throw the ball at you. You have to overcome this psychological obstacle first. Don't look at it." Dodge the ball when it comes flying, understand?"

clear.I answered very refreshingly.

So he stood one and a half meters in front of me and threw the ball at me.I threw a few high ones and a few low ones. I hugged some while standing, and threw some on the ground to hold them down. It turned out to be pretty good.

I immediately gained confidence.At dinner in the evening, Zou Feng and the others came over to ask about my practice progress, and Peng Zhiran smiled and told them that I can teach a child.

After practicing like this for two days, on Friday, Peng Zhiran put the ball on the free throw line, stepped on it, and asked loudly to me standing in front of the door, "Are you ready?"

I was so confident that I stupidly stood at attention and replied, "Always be ready!" Then I bent down and patted his gloved hand at him.

He grinned, backed away, started running, and shot...

No.14 posts

I didn't dodge, but the direction I threw was completely in two directions with the ball.

The ball kicked with the feet and the ball thrown with the hands are completely different situations.When he threw it, I could clearly realize the direction and strength, but when he kicked, I made a wrong judgment based on his run-up.The damn one is called a feint.

In [-], there were no weekends. We had one day on a weekend and two days on a weekend. We called it big worship and small worship.This weekend is a small church, only one day off.Most of my classmates went back, I was very frustrated and decided to stay and train by myself.

Registration for the competition has already started for the weekend, and our class has already signed up. The 22 girls in our class knew that ten of us bald heads participated in the competition without a substitute and borrowed someone from another class.In the midst of this enthusiasm for full names, I must not hold back.

After school at [-] o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Peng Zhiran went to the door with a whole bag of dirty clothes on his back to take the bus arranged by the school to the city. He saw me walking towards the dormitory with empty hands, and caught up with me and called me: "Hey, why are you going back to the dormitory?" ?”

I said in a low voice, "Well, I won't go back this week, I'll practice batting at school."

He took a deep look at me and asked, "How do you practice alone?"

I was stunned, yes, how can I practice alone, but at that time I said blankly: "There are people from other classes who won't go back, and then I will catch anyone on the playground." When talking, I hope he stays.

But he looked at the bag in his hand, only nodded and said: "Yeah."

It's fake not feeling disappointed, but he didn't express it, and I won't take the initiative to say so.

After dinner in the evening, I went to a small store outside the school to buy two bottles of Coke, and then went to other dormitories on the same floor to look for those who hadn't returned home.Although I don't know them very well, after all, we live on the same floor and can touch everything in the toilet, so we can be regarded as nodding acquaintances.

In the next room, there was a second-year senior who didn’t come home, and was lying on the bed boredly reading a martial arts novel. I knocked on the door and asked him if he would help, and he readily agreed.

The senior's name is Liu Shangning. He said he didn't play the ball very well. I said it didn't matter, as long as he kicked it over. I'm a layman at all.

In the end, he was not humble, his footwork was mediocre, and his fake moves were more obvious. I was able to save one or two of his ten shots, which greatly increased my confidence.

The two of them practiced on the playground for more than half an hour. When they were tired, they stopped to drink some Coke, chat, and then continued to practice.

Slowly, I was able to hit four or five of them. I was very happy. Although my head, face, and body were soaked in sweat, I didn't mind.

Liu Shangning was also happy for me, and came to pat me on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, I can make progress."

I wiped my face and was about to thank him when I heard someone calling me from behind: "Chen Jia!"

No.15 posts

In the dormitory, I propped my chin and watched Peng Zhiran eating instant noodles, and I was so happy.

I heard him say that it takes more than two hours from school to his home.I looked at the electronic clock on the table, it was 07:30, did he come back after he went back?Asked him suspiciously: "You rushed back after you went back?"

He hummed and continued to eat noodles.

"Then why are you going back?" I asked in surprise.

Without raising his head, he said, "Take the dirty clothes back to be washed, and bring some more clothes." He scratched his face again, "Otherwise, there will be no socks and bottoms to wear next week."

I blurted out: "I'll wash it for you in the future." After I finished speaking, I regretted it. What the hell is it if a man washes socks and bottoms for another man? He won't think I'm perverted, right? Added a sentence: "I mean when you encounter embarrassment. It is impossible for you to live on campus for three years without some special circumstances. How can you go back every week and go back to get a change of clothes? How troublesome." After speaking, the base of the ear turned slightly red.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that it made sense, but he still said, "Forget it, next time I will learn to wash and wash. You are right, there are always times when you are embarrassed, and when you don't see it, you really want to bare your buttocks."

I blushed again in an unpromising manner.

Peng Zhiran ran back and forth for me, no, to practice batting for me, and even forgot to eat, even for him, I have to work hard.On Sunday, I dragged Peng Zhiran to practice like crazy.I fell to the ground and got up and fell to the ground. In the end, my knees were worn out. Even Peng Zhiran said several times that I would not practice today, but I still refused to let go.In the end, they really had no strength, and both of them collapsed to the ground, lying on the playground to rest.

The innocence blue in the suburbs is much wider than that seen in the urban area.I put my head behind my head and watched the cloud turn into a dog for a while and a horse for a while, and I was too lazy to talk.

Peng Zhiran lay down for a while, recovered, and suddenly giggled, I turned to look at him inexplicably: "What are you laughing at?"

He also turned his head, and his hot breath sprayed on my face. My heart was beating, and I hurriedly turned to look at the sky: "I found that you are really stubborn. I kicked my feet so softly. You still insist on continuing." .Fortunately, I came back last night, otherwise Liu Shangning would not be tortured to death by you this weekend, I think he can't stand the way he went back to the dormitory last night."

I also laughed when I heard the words, indeed, Liu Shangning disappeared early this morning, and I don't know if he was hiding from me.It's good that he made it back last night, but not just because of that.

With this energy and perseverance, I made great progress in the second week. Our class played a game with other classes in the middle of the week. I regarded it as a warm-up match and went up to guard the goal first.

However, practice is a bit different from actually playing. The real game is fast-paced and I need to react more quickly.At first, the movement was a little hard to let go, but it was okay when I put in it later.

When it was over, Zou Feng ran over and clamped my neck under his armpit, and said happily, "You can do it, kid!"

I struggled desperately to escape: "You stink of sweat! Damn you don't have body odor!"

"Stinky boy, don't run away!"

"I'm stupid, don't run away!"