let loose

There was a lot of chatter, and the trials started on time at 05:30.

The game is very simple, using the two-two PK system.

The PK project is even more simple and crude. Players stand outside the three-point line and shoot the ball first. They have five chances to see who makes the most shots. Then they have five chances for the two-point line and free throws. Restraining, dribbling and stealing, the referee will score according to the performance of both sides in the process, and the one with the higher score will enter the next round of team competition.

Song Mian and the three of them were the only ones from class six to participate in the selection.There are few boys in the liberal arts class, and even fewer are interested in basketball. Zhang Jin even waved his arms: "Hey, you go, you go, the light of hope in Class [-], I will be a cheerleader for you when the time comes ah."

However, this cheerleader didn't take it seriously. He didn't finish his homework in the afternoon and was called to the office by Mr. Xiaolin.

Lin Pingping took the lead in the competition, and the opponent was from Class [-] of Liberal Arts.The two are about the same size, and the one from Class [-] is a little fatter.

The hit rate of the two is almost the same, and the overall performance is not good, but there are no bright spots.

The two groups that followed were also mediocre. They even failed to make a three-pointer and frequently missed free throws.Before the audience had time to respond, the man couldn't hold back his face and raised his hand to abstain.

Zheng Qiran was still worried about Li Ming's sudden attack and being beaten when he came to the court, and he was calculating whether he should be tough or run behind Song Mian and hide, but his worries were completely superfluous.

Li Ming went through all the procedures calmly, and gave him a big thumbs up.

Zheng Qiran finished the round with trepidation, but he performed exceptionally well. The depression that had been hovering over the referee's face from the beginning until now has been withdrawn a bit.

Song Mian was in the fourth group, and his opponent was Chen Siji from Class [-], a tall and fat man who looked familiar, with two circles of white flesh on his chin, and round eyes. The pig sons in the rescue center.

It's just... exactly the same...

"Senior Class 6, Song Mian is out." The referee blew a whistle and threw the ball to Song Mian: "There are only five shots in each round. Take your time and don't wait."

Song Mian took the ball and patted the ground twice, but there was no response.

As soon as he entered the stage, the audience on the side of the stand became visibly excited. Several girls in the front row raised their mobile phones almost at the same time.There are cheerleaders from the sixth class, and Yangou from other classes who focus on licking their faces.

There is no opponent to compete, and simply shooting is actually a bit boring. Repeating the same action again and again, you can still applaud if the ball is scored, and it is pure hypnosis if you fail to make a shot.

When he came, Jiang Zhou took Song Mian to the bathroom and kissed him, saying that this was his boyfriend's buff, and asked him to concentrate on the game.

Because it is at school, even if it is ambiguous, it is very secretive. When Jiang Zhou spoke, he deliberately lowered his tone, so low that there was only a breathy sound, and the hot air floated on his cheeks, which was so soft that his legs were limp.

Song Mian pursed her lips, discarding irrelevant thoughts.He took off his school uniform jacket and only wore a hooded sweater, which is considered light when he is still warm in winter.

Song Mian's shooting percentage is in the upper-middle range, and three-pointers are generally not surprising, and he can score three out of five.

I don’t know if the boyfriend buff given by Jiang Zhou is really effective this time. Except for the first goal missed, he hit four times in a row after that. For those who came to see him, there was quite a commotion, and the sound of laughter echoed in the stadium.

After Chen Siji touched the ball, he made two fake moves to warm up. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Mian staring at him, with a normal expression, but under the pressure of the school bully's gaze, Chen Siji didn't feel depressed, and there was a faint secrete from his back. hot sweat.

The experience of being beaten last semester is still vivid in my mind.

Knowing that Song Mian was staring at him, Chen Siji didn't dare to look back, and he was absent-minded when shooting.As a result, no surprises, he was brushed off in the first round.

Song Mian doesn't remember such a person at all, she just thinks luck is good, and the opponent is quite weak.

……

After the team competition was over, it was almost 06:30, and at 07:30 he had to go to the evening self-study. Song Mian put on the bracelet, hooked up the schoolbag belt with his index finger, and planned to go to the complex building to find Jiang Zhou.

"Hey Brother Song, where are you going?" Zheng Qiran was selected to take up a substitute spot, and he was still excited: "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria together, take a seat, Chu Qingci and Jiang Zhoukuai Let's finish class, and give them a place too."

"I have something to do, I'll see you later." Song Mian didn't turn her head, and shook her hand twice with her back turned to him meaningfully.

In this subject competition, all the top ten students in the final exam of last semester in the liberal arts class went.There are three in class six, besides Jiang Zhou, there are also Chu Qingci and Yang Luoluo.

It was exactly 06:30 when Song Mian arrived at the comprehensive building. The third-year students just finished their classes at this time. They climbed against the flow of people to the fourth floor, wandered around the door of the training class twice, but did not hear any movement inside the door.

This floor is the printing room, it's lunch time, and the corridor is empty.

Song Mian leaned against the wall and checked her phone for a while, when she suddenly heard footsteps, looked up, and saw that it was the little classmate from the first year of high school, who stopped next door after walking a few steps.

Next door is the senior one training class, probably here to wait for Lu Yan.

In fact, Song Mian seldom takes the initiative to remember a person's name or appearance. Recently, she has been in contact with Lu Yan a lot, so that when she sees someone related to him, she will subconsciously be vigilant.

Song Mian buried her head lower with guilt.

After waiting another 5 minutes for the door of the training class to open, Song Mian ran to the bathroom to send a message to Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou pushed open the door and got in his head first. He looked around but didn't see anyone. Just as he was about to call someone, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

Song Mian exerted all her strength and pulled him past him. Jiang Zhou was unprepared, lost his balance for a moment, and bumped into Song Mian directly.

Song Mian snorted, wrapped her other arm around the man, stroked Jiang Zhou's waist up and down a few times, turned her footsteps, and the two stumbled into a compartment.

Sometimes Jiang Zhou's calmness is beyond Song Mian's expectation.In a whirlwind, I can still remember to hold the back of his head and press on my shoulders before his head is about to hit the partition wall.

"How about it, little brother, do you want a kiss?"

Song Mian hunched over his shoulders like a big dog, she was a more clingy cat than the clingy cats in those cute pet videos on the Internet.

"How was the result of the game?"

Ignoring the guy's sudden arousal, he grabbed the hot paw that was groping around in his clothes with one hand, pulled it out and pinched his curled fingers in his hand. Jiang Zhou lowered his head and asked softly.

"Kiss first."

Song Mian was still acting coquettishly, her whole body was almost clinging to Jiang Zhou's body, the hot air from her mouth scalded Jiang Zhou's ear pinna, then flowed along the lines, and finally dissipated at the collarbone.

The space in the cubicle is not large, and the toilet takes up two-thirds of the space. It is cleaned every day, the floor tiles and walls are clean, and the overall environment is quite good.But Jiang Zhou still has a cleanliness habit. Holding someone's wriggling body, he insisted, "Are you in the starting lineup or are you on the bench?"

"Kiss, I'll tell you after kissing." Song Mian was sticky, pouted on his neck, lingering between her chin.

Lips are soft, hot and hot.Jiang Zhou was so emotionally burned that he couldn't bear it, so he turned his head and kissed Yan Shi.

They had just kissed for a few seconds, and Song Mian felt that she hadn't come up yet, when the bathroom door suddenly slammed, it wasn't a loud noise, but it wasn't low-key either.

"I promised not to do it today..."

Faintly, I heard a voice saying so.

"Good boy, I won't mess with you."

said another voice.

After saying this sentence, there was no sound, Song Mian raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhou for a while, seeing Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to end, Song Mian immediately hugged him tighter, vowing to die posture.

After kissing quietly for a while, a human voice came from outside the door again:

"Okay, we agreed not to mess with you." The tone was a little teasing.

"I have marks all over my neck..." Another voice sounded like a mosquito, small.

"Hey, how long have you been waiting? I'll go to Jianghuozhu Fish to have a meal later. I've been doing a lot of part-time jobs recently and I've made money."

"The one who does homework?"

Said and opened the door.

"Yeah, remember what I told you? That wallet named Handsome Cowboy, this guy has been exporting like crazy recently, and he still hasn't paid the remuneration. If I say I will increase the price, I will increase the price. My living expenses for half a month are earned from him. Come..."

The conversation faded away.

Song Mian: "..." Damn it.

So it's not good to say that the ghostwriter is in the same school, and you may meet in some corner someday.

Why take the money he gave to eat Jianghuozhu fish!