Xueba, wake up

People who don't communicate with their teammates on the court are quite disgusting. Yan Sheng looked at these few people who were frantically grabbing the ball under the basket.

It's not that he doesn't want to cooperate, it's that these people play ball as if they are playing for their lives, which is really scary.

The bell for the end of get out of class came from afar from the teaching building. This physical education session was adjusted to the last session in the afternoon. People on the playground went to the cafeteria one after another, and some continued to play ball and scream.

Seeing that Yan Sheng was about to end, he refused some of the people who stayed with him.Those people are not familiar with him, so they are embarrassed to keep them.

On the playground, there are some people who come for dinner and take a walk, teasing each other to relax a tense day, and every corner of the playground under the afterglow of the sunset is full of hustle and bustle.

He Zhonghe sat under the abandoned basketball hoop on the sidelines and handed Yansheng a bottle of water.

Yan Sheng put his school uniform on his shoulders, sat next to He Zhonghe and drank a few sips of water, still panting|heavy: "So caring."

"Next time, I'll be more considerate. Form a cheerleading team and I'll be the captain." He Zhonghe looked at him, "I didn't expect you to play basketball."

"Occasional activities." Yan Sheng and him watched the stadium and rested for a while, "Why don't you go to eat?"

"I don't have any appetite, so I just want to sit here for a while." The evening breeze blew in his face, and He Zhonghe narrowed his eyes.

"Teach you how to play?" Yansheng stood up, took a ball from the equipment basket, and threw it to him.

He Zhonghe reached out to catch it, and was stunned: "Are you eager to learn?"

"Learn to play." Yansheng walked to the empty field next to him, "If you can't learn it, you can continue to teach it another day."

"Then don't I lose face?" He Zhonghe smiled and stood up and followed.

In order to prevent He Zhonghe from losing face, the two chose the innermost small court, which was relatively hidden, so as to prevent people from chasing the ball and being seen by their classmates.

"Do you know how to dribble?" Yan Sheng slammed the ball to the ground with one hand, and then caught it.

"No." He Zhonghe simply lost face, and said very sincerely.

"Stand back and forth with your feet shoulder-width apart, bend your knees, and press down on the ball with your right hand." Yan Sheng demonstrated again.

"It's easy." He Zhonghe took the ball, and put it into a good position as he taught him.

"Pressing the ball is not hitting the ball, the control of the ball should be low." Yan Sheng smiled, "Your hands should be numb after two more shots."

"Fuck, it hurts." He Zhonghe glanced at him, "You haven't healed up from the injury last time, can you do it like this?"

"It's almost ready." Yan Sheng opened his hand and gave him a glance, "It doesn't affect, the palm doesn't touch the ball."

"Then do it again." He Zhonghe gave him the ball, "Thank you coach."

Yansheng got lucky a few times.

"Wait, why is your dribble different from that of a human? Why does it still roll forward a little bit?" He Zhonghe found that he didn't dribble straight up and down, but hooked his hands slightly inward.

"It's not standard to play handsome, so don't learn it." Yan Sheng said.

"You're the one who shows off," He Zhonghe laughed for a while, "Who will show you how cool you are?"

Yan Sheng casually took the ball in his hand, and said slowly: "Whoever is watching, just show it to them."

He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, but his laughter stopped abruptly.

Yan Sheng didn't speak, and then slowed down and dribbled a few times on the spot. When he started to move, he dribbled a few steps to the basket, jumped and turned, and hooked a layup.

Action is steady and smooth.

Is it appropriate for this coach to always play handsome in front of the students? Is it too easy to seduce the students?

"Try." Yan Sheng threw the ball to him.

He Zhonghe tried the gourd painting a few more times, and then found that this thing is actually not difficult, just a few more times to control the ball.

"It's almost there." Yan Sheng pointed to the backboard, "Go in and try."

The physical examination for high school entrance examination has shooting as an item, and he knows the basic posture, and he can score three or four out of ten shots.

"It's getting fancy." Yan Sheng said with a smile.

"Tsk, isn't it handsome?" He Zhonghe was a little flustered when he was praised, "Is it true?"

"Handsome." Yan Sheng looked at him with a smile, standing with his back to the setting sun, his whole body was covered with an orange halo.

One was distracted, the ball ran away, and He Zhonghe chased after it in a panic.

When I run, I feel very happy, and I feel happy when I ride the wind.

He Zhonghe threw the ball far away to Yansheng, and then ran back, unable to hold back his groan.

"Yeah, another one plays like a baboon," Yan Sheng said.

"I'm different from them. I'm in a good mood." He Zhonghe said, "Continue."

Yansheng gave him the ball and stood in front of him: "Dribble the ball, then make a layup. I'll break your ball. Regardless of the rules, try to see if you can score."

Yan Sheng stood very close, and the two faced each other.

Although he practiced the ball very honestly, He Zhonghe felt shamefully guilty, so that he was a bit at a loss and didn't know what to do next.

He took the ball with two steps indiscriminately, then raised it up slowly, and was blocked by Yansheng.

Deviated to the left and was blocked.

He deviated to the right and was blocked again.

"Give the novice some space." He Zhonghe looked at him.

"Those who don't know the speed think you are seventy or eighty years old." Yan Sheng said with a smile.

Without enough time to tease, He Zhonghe suddenly took a step to the left, exerting force with his wrist, the ball brushed Yansheng's hair and passed, and hit the backboard.

Goal.

"Ha! Ha!" He Zhonghe laughed exaggeratedly twice, and patted his shoulder, "Even seventy-eighty old men can't intercept the ball."

"Come again." Yan Sheng propped up his knees and smiled.

He Zhonghe didn't stop, he tossed the ball to the side for a moment, and then jumped.

This jump shot was unsuccessful, Yan Sheng pulled the ball very lightly, and pulled the ball away for him.

Trying again, He Zhonghe flailed around with the ball for a while, and when he threw it again, Yan Sheng hooked it down with one hand.

"If I want to grab it," Yan Sheng is probably addicted to bullying, "I don't need to wait for you to throw the ball, I will intercept it when I dribble."

He Zhonghe dribbled the ball with his left and right hands very dissatisfied, and lowered the ball.

After being pressed to the knee side, he suddenly got up and rushed forward for a while. This time, the speed was fast and the movements were neat. Yan Sheng swung forward and almost missed it.The two of them twisted their arms in mid-air, and He Zhonghe's forehead almost hit his nose.

The ball rolled to the ground.

In fact, it is still not straightforward enough to make a move, otherwise it would be whoever knocked the other down, instead of getting together face to face in this weird posture.

Yan Sheng lowered his arms and stepped back a little.

Subtle silence.

He Zhonghe looked around casually, no one outside the stadium was looking here, except... a man with a bald head who could be seen from a long distance away, who was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette.

As if realizing that He Zhonghe had noticed him, the man stood up.

A little familiar.

But He Zhonghe didn't care about it right now, there were so many familiar people in school, so why bother him.

He scooped up the ball and dribbled it left and right.

Then Yan Sheng copied from the side and intercepted the ball.

"I give up." He Zhonghe put his hands on his hips and sighed, "I'll give you a try."

"Come on." Yan Sheng seemed quite interested, and switched positions with He Zhonghe.

The first time he didn't react, the ball went straight past him and into the basket.

The second time he stretched out his hand and jumped to reach it, Yansheng took a step forward, staggering the distance between his hands, and threw it.

The third time He Zhonghe snatched it directly from Yan Sheng's hand, but failed to snatch it a few times, and nearly broke off his fingers one by one by pressing his arm.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe lost face a little, and just played around, snatched the ball and hugged his chest without letting go, then ran to the basket and hooked for a layup.

Did not enter.

As for basketball, it’s okay to watch people play. I often see someone knocking someone’s teeth on the head and knocking someone down.

But after trying this with Yansheng a few times, I found that it was a bit different from what it looked like.

Because physical|contact collisions are too fucking much.

I don't know if there is something wrong with me, Yansheng or the ball.

For a while, the hand rubbed the chest and abdomen, for a while, the ball touched the waist and the leg, and for a while, the nose almost bumped.

Serious gay who fights this with the same sex!I finally know why Yansheng never plays together in groups!

Playing hooligans|It’s too convenient for hooligans to take advantage of it! Let's not mess with the dance floor, just build an indoor court, it would be great!

After many times of zero-distance contact, He Zhonghe felt that it would be too dangerous to go on like this.

"Stop beating, my arm is about to break." He Zhonghe coughed a few times.It's not a serious exercise, it's not a strenuous exercise, in fact, I'm not tired, but I'm just a little suffocated.

Yan Sheng wandered around the field and shot several baskets from various directions.

He Zhonghe returned to the rack, panted and unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip.

After drinking it, I felt something was wrong.

My bottle hasn't been opened yet, it's from Yansheng.

He Zhonghe closed his eyes, put the bottle back calmly, and pretended nothing happened.

"I see." Yan Sheng said from the far side across the court.

"Your eyes are good." He Zhonghe felt that Yan Sheng had trained him to be thicker than before. He looked at Yan Sheng, "Aren't you short-sighted?"

"Binocular vision is 1.5." Yan Sheng trotted over with the ball.

It's quite fresh, and my eyesight is still so good in the book every day, it's very unfair to compare myself.He Zhonghe squinted his eyes and looked at the playground: "I'm almost [-] degrees, and the ones at the far end..."

Yan Sheng looked at him after not hearing anything for a long time, "What is it?"

He Zhonghe raised his head: "Did we two get too intoxicated by the fight?"

"Huh?" Yan Sheng didn't realize what he was saying.

He Zhonghe pointed to the playground.

It was already dark, and there was no one in the stands of the football field on the runway. The students who were playing around just now disappeared at some point.

It sounds like a horror story, but it's actually more terrifying-at 57:[-], the bell for late study has been ringing for half an hour.

If I remember correctly, the self-study in the first quarter is still Lao Zheng's, and there is a quiz.

He Zhonghe jumped up, pulled Yansheng's arm and started running towards the teaching building.

Standing on the rostrum, it was interesting to see these two people from a distance. A blue-haired villain pulled the black-haired villain, his hair flew backwards, and he stumbled towards the teaching building, wry laughter resounded throughout the playground.

It looks good.

Zhao Chen sneered and pinched his cigarette, touched the bald gourd, and jumped off the rostrum.