let loose

"sky!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Xu Chenglin hastily called a timeout.

Jiang Zhou froze and stood up in fright.

"Fuck! Is it Song Mian's kid?"

After Shang Qinghua reacted, he immediately got up and jumped into the court.

The accident happened so suddenly, Song Mian was still a little dazed.Zheng Qiran ran to help him: "Are you all right?"

"How can I still move?" Tan Jun bent over and squeezed his calf, "Where is the injury?"

"I'm fine." Song Mian shook her head, but her wrist hurt a little.He didn't say anything, but fortunately, the reaction was quick, and the stress response triggered by the subconscious made him roll outwards when he touched the ground, without all the weight on his wrists, otherwise the consequences would not be as simple as a sprain.

He was about to let everyone continue the game when he was embraced by a coquettish jasmine scent.

"Where does it hurt, little brother?"

Shang Qinghua held his face and looked around.

"It doesn't hurt anywhere, let me go first." Song Mian struggled: "Also, don't call me little brother!"

"Fuck, scared me to death..."

Shang Qinghua selectively ignored the second half of the sentence, seeing that he still had the strength to push himself away, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"How do you speak Mandarin so smoothly?" Song Mian was puzzled while twisting her hands.

"It's time to report to the class." Shang Qinghua had a very thick skin, and he brushed away the hair that brushed his face with one hand, and the golden locks glistened in the sun.

The school doctor rushed over to check on Song Mian's hand. Fortunately, he only suffered a little skin trauma, no bones, and nothing serious.

"It's fine." Xu Chenglin felt relieved and sent someone to take Song Mian's place.

"I said, if you have this ability, I don't want my baby to be with you. The appearance barely passes, and the IQ doesn't seem to be very high, let alone the ball skills." Shang Qinghua smacked his lips and commented harshly: "rotten."

Although his words implied sarcasm, his eyes were full of mischievous excitement: "So, prove it to me, prove that you can."

"Why do I have to prove it to you?" Song Mian was so angry that he lost his temper.

"Well...it doesn't matter." Shang Qinghua shrugged: "Are you afraid?"

What am I afraid of?Song Mian wanted to ask, but he didn't open his mouth.He frowned unhappily, but the end of his eyes caught Jiang Zhou who stretched his neck and looked at him.

Jiang Zhou's expression was completely gone from his usual indifference, and he was flustered.

Tsk.I'm obviously very nervous, look at your worried face.

Song Mian secretly thought, the boredom in her heart melted a little.He didn't avoid his eyes, and looked at Jiang Zhou from a long distance away.

"I hurt~"

He pursed his mouth aggrievedly and made a mouth shape.

The distance is too far, he doesn't know if Jiang Zhou can see clearly, he just likes this feeling, the feeling of acting like a spoiled child to Jiang Zhou.

It doesn't matter if there are so many spectators around, he feels wronged, and he wants to act like a baby.

Song Mian sat on the sidelines watching the game, and Chu Qingci accompanied him.

"Is your hand really okay?" Chu Qing asked.

"Fortunately, it's just a little numb." Song Mian circled in the air with her left wrist, "Look, it doesn't matter if you move around, it's just that the strength hasn't recovered yet."

In the last quarter, the Shengguang team was pulled by [-] points. Song Mian came on, and a big and tall player from Sheng Guanggao came on to replace the brother who had played in the third quarter.

Before the whistle sounded, Song Mian tugged at the neckline and adjusted the wristbands.

This time, he looked at the sidelines openly, looking at Jiang Zhou sitting in the third row.

He couldn't help but worry again.

So—so what do you expect my growth to be, what exactly... is it?

Until the start of the game, Song Mian was still thinking about this question.

The other party replaced the gorilla with another chimpanzee of the same style, which looked very rough and savage.

The chimpanzee ran towards the basket with the ball and missed the shot. Song Mian and Curry grabbed the rebound. Song Mian had a height advantage, jumped up to catch the ball, and immediately ran back with it.

In fact, his wrist is still a little sore, and the feeling is more obvious when he is dribbling and running. He almost dropped the ball twice.

Little Curry may have discovered this. When he shot the ball, he jumped up and easily covered the risk, and then the ball flew out.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

Lin Tingxi came over and grabbed his hand to watch.

"It's not a big problem." Song Mian withdrew her hand, "I just lost my mind."

"Don't be brave." Lin Tingxi turned around and said something while running.

Song Mian's shooting condition is not good, so he takes the initiative to play assists.He and Lin Tingxi can cooperate well, and the tacit understanding has been cultivated during training.

The ball in No. [-] was facing the fat man who knocked him into the air. Tan Jun and the others were still behind halftime, and they were out of position. Backhanded, he made a throwing feint, and the ball was thrown away by his backhand. Lin Tingxi caught the ball and made a two-pointer.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Lin Tingxi probably came here today to find trouble with Song Mian, and kept targeting him, "What are you afraid of? It's such a good opportunity to shoot a three-pointer, why didn't you shoot?"

"Brother Song, are you in a bad mood?"

Zheng Qiran also noticed that something was wrong, and Song Mian was obviously absent-minded.

From the perspective of outsiders, the ball just now was definitely an excellent opportunity for a three-pointer. They also believed that Song Mian was absolutely capable of making this three-pointer.

Am I afraid?

Facing the questions from his teammates, Song Mian doubted himself for the first time.He swung his arm to wipe the sweat with his wristband, but his heart suddenly became empty.

It is true that today's game seemed to have been a joke on him from the beginning, and it was the first time he played so uselessly.He blamed it all on something on his mind.

but……

He looked at his teammates on the court who were still dealing with their opponents, and then turned his gaze to the off-court, at the students from No. [-] Middle School who were desperately cheering for them, at Xu Chenglin who was frowning, at Chu Qingci, and at the many students who had been training for most of the time. All the familiar and unfamiliar faces of the month looked at Jiang Zhou.

"So you come and prove it to me...Prove that you can."

"What are you afraid of?"

A thread was stretched in Song Mian's mind, and now the thread was forced to straighten, and it hurt like a fire. He was at a loss, flustered, and didn't know how to deal with it.

Finally the thread stops tightening.

"Song Mian, I hope your shoulders will broaden and you will be with me."

Peeling off the cocoon, when the daze is peeled off layer by layer, and finally pointed to-Song Mian suddenly wakes up like a dream.

He looked in the direction of Jiang Zhou from a distance, his heart softened suddenly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Like I miss you all the time, you also need me to understand each other, support each other, and make progress together.

Is that what you mean by growing up?

So……

Am I afraid?Am I scared?Of course I'm afraid!But so what!Fuck your cowardice, fuck your excuses, how could I, how could I admit defeat!

Here I am, standing in the sun, shining brightly, and I go forward without fear.

Song Mian exhaled, and raised her hand to wipe away the wet hair on her forehead.He slowly pulled down the red wristband on his right wrist, staring down at the tattoo that was also dripping with sweat.

"I love you."

He whispered, tilted his head slightly, and kissed the tattoo softly.