let loose

Monday is the basketball league, held at the same location as the academic competition, in the Experimental High School in Tingding District, north of the city.The game was scheduled for the afternoon of the day, with the semi-finals the day before and the finals the next afternoon. There were two games in total, and the competition was on Tuesday.

In the early morning, there was a lot of noise at the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

The blindly self-confident alumni in the post bar named more than a dozen fire seeds who are currently the best players in the eastern part of Shanghai. Under the leadership of Xu Chenglin, they got on the bus dedicated to students.

Because the competition was held in another school, in order not to appear alone on the field, the students who participated in the competition also set off with the basketball team to serve as cheerleaders in the afternoon.

There are two teams with two cars, and the Xueba team is led by the head teacher of the tenth class of science.

"Go one by one, don't worry, there are plenty of seats. Then who, Wang Hao, why are you jumping around?" Xu Chenglin stood by the car door with a horn in his hand, saying earnestly: "I haven't finished my breakfast yet. Hurry up and eat, and when you get in the car, don't litter the garbage."

Song Mian chewed a piece of fruit candy and leisurely lined up at the end of the line, seemingly careless, but in fact her eyes were fixed on the black Mercedes behind the bus.

Probably because the Mercedes-Benz is really ostentatious, a boy walking in front of Song Mian was very excited, pointed at the car and envied: "I didn't expect Xueshen not only has a bright mind, but also has a mine at home, look at that car, the latest limited edition, I relied on the news last night and said that it will be listed next month, look at the chassis..."

Boys at this age have an extraordinary longing for cars. When a Lamborghini is galloping on the street, they can tell a lot about the appearance of the car, including its performance and price, and finally spit out a sentence: I How to buy a car in the future...

Song Mian distractedly glanced at this person, he was from the science class.

Song Mian crossed the line when he played with him, but it's a pity that he only remembered his face. After all, he searched all the members of the substitute team and couldn't find another person with acne. He only knew that others called him Brother Pox.

"Brother Song, why don't I go and call Jiang Zhou over?" Zheng Qiran hugged him, stuffing bread into his mouth, his head was in a weird position, and his appearance was very funny, so he couldn't stop this man With a cursed mouth: "Look at your little hungry eyes, it's just a car ride away, and it's only two hours, do you still have to act in the show Love is Deep and Rainy?"

Song Mian looked away shortly, turned his arm and gave the annoying idiot an elbow, then looked back.

He actually didn't want to look so blatantly. After all, there are people everywhere around now, everyone is the same age, and they are in the most restless stage of adolescence. If he doesn't control his eyes well, it is easy to show clues.

But Jiang Zhou was riding in his father's car, and that nasty fox face was so haunted that he even wanted to go to the competition.

As soon as Song Mian got in the car, he climbed to the second-to-last row of window seats. He pulled the hoodie over his head, put on the mask, and gently pressed his forehead against the window.

The bus drove slowly, and through a glass window, the ostentatious Mercedes-Benz moved away from under his nose, and it didn't take long for it to completely drive out of his field of vision.

It took more than 20 minutes to gather at the school gate. Jiang Zhou greeted Tan Jun and Zheng Qiran, but he didn't look at him, deliberately as if he was a layer of ethereal air.

Suddenly, I felt that the sugar in my mouth was tasteless, and even a little bitter. It was obviously my favorite strawberry flavor.

Song Mian closed her eyes sullenly.

Contrary to his gloomy low pressure, the other people in the car were clearly chatting, and the enthusiastic atmosphere continued to rise.

"I heard that Fengnan High School has a three-pointer. Last year, one person made five three-pointers in the finals. There were several posts on the city forum. It's crazy!"

"Is it the one who claims to be Fengnan Xiao Curry? Fuck, I watched that game, that guy is so fucking awesome, and he also gave several assists. It is not too much to say that he is the MVP of the game, but I heard that he repeated the grade gone?"

"It's a repetition, it seems to mean that the grades are too bad."

"I'll go. It's such a coincidence. Doesn't that mean that if we are unlucky this year, we will be able to face him? Then do we still need to compete?"

"What are you talking about, brat?" Xu Chenglin bluntly gave the speaker a headache, "Can you not say something depressing?"

"Fact..."

Someone muttered.

This group of people couldn't control their decibels, Song Mian got a headache from the noise, so she just raised her head and opened her eyes, watching them arguing.

"I don't think there is anything to worry about." As the captain, Tan Jun came out to smooth things over at the right time: "Compared to shrinking back and not daring to take a step because of fear of failure, failure after hard work is not so shameful. No matter what the result is, at least we have done it for You have fought hard, you have no regrets, right?"

"well said!"

"This chicken soup is good! How much is it?"

As soon as the words fell, a group of boys started whistling and bragging again.

"Come, come, shut up first." Xu Chenglin shook off the zipper of his schoolbag: "Give out the clothes, Lao Huang from the Moral Education Department personally picked them online, strictly according to your requirements."

"I said, teacher, this dress is too simple." Brother Xiao took the top and gestured on his body: "Pure black, there is nothing special about it except the numbers."

"You can be content with it." Xu Chenglin rolled his eyes: "Originally, Lao Huang planned to order feces yellow with noodles. Thanks to Lao Li and I trying our best to stop it, the tragedy was avoided."

"Golden Week is just that little bit of experience, a rooster from Ivory Mountain." Brother Pou sighed.

"Hey, who owns the number 30? Has no one claimed it?" Xu Chenglin shook his jersey.

"mine."

Song Mian raised her hand sullenly.

Zheng Qiran brought him the jersey, Song Mian glanced at it, and saw the number 24 on the man's arm.

"Number 24, eternal God."

Sensing his gaze, Zheng Qiran had a rare serious smile on his face.

Song Mian paused, his gaze stayed on the jersey for two seconds, took the shirt, and said, "No matter what, the spirit lasts forever."

The Experimental Middle School is located in the outskirts of Tingding, near the University City, surrounded by pedestrian streets.There is a small fountain at the entrance of the school. From a distance, there are many green plants and shady trees. The appearance is not grand, but the decoration is exquisite.

When the No. [-] Middle School bus arrived, there were already students from other schools gathering at the fountain, all kinds of school uniforms were in a mess.

Song Mian got out of the car, and immediately caught sight of Lin Tingxi, who was in a crowd of people, with his hands in his pockets, and a few followers following him.

Shengguang High School has a special school bus, and students can get on the bus by swiping their cards, and they arrive a few minutes earlier than No. [-] Middle School.

"Fuck, why are you wearing a fucking broken mask? You'll always wear it when I see you later." Lin Tingxi couldn't help complaining when he saw Song Mian, "Who are you pretending to be in broad daylight?"

After more than two weeks of training and contact, the students of the two schools had a little communication that was different from when they were fighting against each other in normal days, and they spoke a lot more casually.

"I'm just pretending to show you." Zheng Qiran casually snatched a lollipop from Huang Daliang's place, sucked it, and said vaguely, "You still have the nerve to talk about others, but you're not low-key with your hairstyle, are you?"

Lin Tingxi got a new hairstyle. She shaved her head bald somewhere, leaving a palm-sized heart shape on top of her head.

"I'm not pretending." Lin Tingxi said grandly, "I'm unabashedly handsome."

"What a handsome fart." Zheng Qiran snorted.

Song Mian was busy looking for Jiang Zhou's figure, when he was interrupted impatiently, he took off his mask.

"Get used to it," he said.

Of course, wearing a mask is not to pretend.

Song Mian lived with her parents only in junior high school, and has already begun to remember things.Once when he was out with Shu Yan, he was photographed and exposed. Fortunately, there was only a side profile. The photo was bought by the team, and the matter was suppressed.

Although the matter did not escalate, and the impact was not deep, Song Mian still left a shadow, and because of the similar eye shape to Shu Yan's, it was easy for those who were interested to do a comparison to find something strange.

In addition, he himself hates being noticed, and since then he will wear a mask when he goes out, and it has become a habit over time.

Jiang Zhou still had a slight cough when he got off the car. He frowned uncomfortably and swallowed warm water with difficulty.

"Take the medicine before leaving."

Jiang Shan had a stern face, but his eyes were fixed on his son: "Drink more water."

"It's just a small cold." Jiang Zhou's complexion became paler, his lower eyelids drooped, the pills were too bitter, and his expression was distorted due to the bitterness.

"37 degrees 8." Shang Qinghua handed him a wet tissue and looked down at the thermometer. : "I have a low fever."

"It's okay." Jiang Zhou got out of the car, zipped up his coat, and looked around for someone from the corner of his eye.

"Your voice is so hoarse, and you still say it's okay." Shang Qinghua poked his head out of the car window to look at him: "Is tomorrow's exam okay?"

"no problem."

Jiang Zhou gave a low cough, and the phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Song Mian.

[Talking Pig: Brother, can you come over here, I have something to ask you. ]

Song Mian stood at the door of the bus and looked eagerly at this side. The boy's body was tall, thin and upright, and he looked like sunshine, perfectly concealing the gloom between his brows.

When Jiang Zhou cast his gaze on him, he turned away guiltily.