reverse crush

Everyone followed Pei Zhenyan's gaze, and they also noticed the people on the corridor.

"Is that Lu Zhi?"

"Will he come?"

"He came? It looks good."

"It seems that I have never seen him play basketball in school. How is he playing basketball?"

Lu just lay motionless on the railing for a while, then turned and walked away.

No one understands? What does he mean? Did he agree to come and play a ball game together?

Including Pei Zhenyan.

At the end of the 10-minute break, Zhang Qianliang blew his whistle to signal the start of the second half.

The two people on shift defaulted to continue waiting.

Not long after, Lu Zhi's figure appeared at the other end of the stadium.

The crowd was restless.

Passing through the hustle and bustle of people and the heat of the setting sun, Pei Zhenyan's eyes met Lu only.

The arrogance of provoking the opponent before suddenly died down, he instinctively faltered, looked away, and pretended to talk to Lu Zhi.

Forgive him, there is no way for him to just walk towards the landing so frankly all the way.

Thinking back to the past in front of Zhong Er, was he like this too?

He remembers not, he has never felt embarrassment or bewilderment, let alone cowardice, on the contrary, he is getting more and more courageous, if Lu Zhi is not angry at the end, he can continue to stalk ?.

It's rare to see a wife who is prettier than myself.

At that time, he was very disdainful, so the reason for falling out of love? This?

Pediatrics.

If he didn't make a mistake, he did like Zhong Er, at least he had a good impression, but Zhong Er didn't let him suffer from love.

It made him suffer from friendship.

Lu Zhi's friendship is suffering.

When Lu Zhi got closer, Class Seven shouted as if seeing a savior:

"God!"

"God, do you know how to play? Basketball?"

In the first half, as long as Lu Zhi was there, even if he didn't play and just watched from the sidelines, Class Seven would not have been unilaterally abused so badly.

Lu Zhi didn't even look at Pei Zhenyan, and asked Class Seven, "What's the score?"

Xiong Da, as the sports committee and the captain of Class 44 of this ball game, was so ashamed that he almost lowered his head to the ground when faced with this question: "19 to [-]."

Lu just watched the first half from a long distance, and he had roughly counted it, so he was not surprised. Hearing this, he just taunted lightly: "That's better than a ball."

Xiong Da was half guilty and half wronged: "...Pei Zhenyan is too crazy." A tall and strong man, standing in front of Lu Zhi with his head down, complaining looks cute.

"God, can you fight?"

In the hopeful eyes of the classmates in the class, Lu just said truthfully: "I haven't touched much for two or three years."

In order to control his height for Kongfei, and because he broke up with Pei Zhenyan, no one will fight with him anymore.

"It's all right, you go!" By this time, Class Seven had already looked down on winning or losing, "We just want to die with dignity."

Because of Lu Zhi's joining, Pei Zhenyan also stayed. His physical exertion in the first half was too great, so he didn't play in the third quarter and rested off the court.

The eighth class fanned him, handed him water, squeezed his legs, all kinds of greetings.

A female student took out a chocolate bar and handed it to his mouth: "Add some energy!"

Pei Zhenyan was too tired to move, so he subconsciously held her hand and opened his mouth to bite. Just when his lips were about to touch the chocolate, he stopped, thanked him, and reached out to take it himself. come over.

After taking it over, you secretly spurned yourself? Me, what are you doing for? Who is guarding the archway?

He looked at Lu Zhi on the field, and regretted that he had prevented class [-] from going back? He decided to take class uniforms, otherwise he would be able to see how Lu Zhi reacted to other people's sweaty clothes.

Nine times out of ten, you won't be able to wear it in a fight. Even if it makes the field look like 4:6, this guy would rather lose the morale of his class than compromise.

Lu just accepted his shoes, his sweat, and his saliva.

... and possibly Jong Er.

What's the use, even if he was given so much special treatment, it didn't prevent him from avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion at all.

For Lu Zhi, the third quarter was more about getting back the feel of playing basketball and getting in touch with his teammates, but for Class Seven, he was the pinnacle of calmness, and the sluggish atmosphere was swept away. The momentum was also full at once, showing the sportsmanship of fighting to the last moment despite defeat.

Lu Zhi's position is small forward and half-shooting guard.

He was a bit inexperienced at the beginning of the game, but it is not difficult to see that he can play well, and he is a player with both offense and defense.

Of course he will.

I used to find a basket with Pei Zhenyan after school, and I could play until dark. It is unreasonable to say that his height, which is almost on the standard line for flying in the air, should be at least 5 centimeters negative for Pei Zhenyan. responsibility.

His fighting style is different from Pei Zhenyan's. Pei Zhenyan shows his sharpness, he hides his sharpness but does not reveal it, but he is sharp but can't find the blade.

In the third quarter, with the support of Lu Zhi's spiritual strength, Class Seven pulled back the score by 11 points.

With the last quarter left, there is still a 14-point difference between the two sides.There will also be a head-to-head confrontation between Pei Zhenyan and Lu Zhi.

Minghui spread various legends about Lu and Pei. Everyone knew that they were at odds, but no one had ever seen Lu only show aggressiveness to Pei Zhenyan. Means, just like the two accidents in the examination room, Pei Zhenyan was on the absolutely provocative side, while Lu Zhi was relatively passive.

No one expected that Lu Zhi's style of play in the fourth quarter had completely changed, becoming aggressive and impulsive.

On the other hand, Pei Zhenyan's aura at the beginning was much softer than that of the first half. As a result, his kickoff was brutally intercepted by Lu Zhi, and the strength of the basketball slap was so strong that his mouth was numb.

Pei Zhenyan was stunned for a moment? After he realized it, the little cowardice in the face of Lu Zhi was instantly aroused into a contest between males not to be outdone.

There was a fierce fight on the field.

The class basketball game almost became a one-on-one match between Minghui's two prides. It was difficult for the rest of the players to intervene, and they were also inexplicably embarrassed to intervene. I don't know who led them? They silently retreated to the side.

The most bizarre thing is that no one admits that they are leading the way.

"All right, no one brought it." Lu Zhi desperately fanned his hot face with his fat hands, "It was brought by a ghost."

Great Sage: "Maybe it's God's will."

Lu Zhi stopped fanning for a while: "It makes sense."

All the people present had only one feeling——I didn’t expect to see the epic scene of the Minghui Shuangjiao frontal battle in my lifetime, and it was worth it.

The consequences? It's very unfavorable to Pei Zhenyan.

They have been brothers for so many years, and they have played together so many times. Their tacit understanding has reached the peak level. They really understand each other's routines. It was as if Lu Zhi had changed. Pei Zhenyan had never seen Lu Zhi like this before, and it was difficult for him to get used to it all of a sudden.

And Lu Zhi understood him as always. He was always aggressive, but today he was extraordinarily aggressive.

It's only been a week since that night, and Pei Zhenyan still hasn't accepted the fact that he's bent over. He still has to accept the bad news of his unrequited love and the loss of his brother. His mentality is already extremely unstable and he can't stand it at all. Now? With this kind of stimulation, his mentality directly exploded, which caused him to hardly score any points in the fourth quarter.

The score was caught up by class seven.

The game has entered the final countdown, and Lu has already chased the score to two points. Within 15 seconds, as long as he can score a three-pointer, Class Seven will counterattack.

The audience stopped cheering and shouting at the same time, holding their breath and focusing on the final decision on the court.

Damn it——Pei Zhenyan was already cursing in his heart, and he was more scolding himself. In the first half, their class clearly had a 25-point advantage. If the seventh class overtakes this horse, what will happen to him in Minghui in the future? mix.

Forget about transferring.

He forced himself to calm down, although he didn't know if forcing would work.

He used to be a person who manages his emotions very well, but recently he found that he has been very disobedient recently, so let him not like Lu Zhi and not listen, and let him not write all over his face when facing Lu Zhi "How about it, did you see it, I now? All the abnormalities are because I like you" and didn't listen.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at Lu Zhi closely. No matter how this person changes his style, he is still Lu Zhi, that one? His best brother since he was a child.

As long as Lu only has one look in his eyes, he should be able to predict the next move.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Zhang Qianliang began to count down.

Pei Zhenyan was tightly entangled, and the two were about the same size. The success of the preventive defense put Lu into a situation where he could not escape for the time being.

"Five, four..."

The center of gravity of Lu's entire body tended to tilt to the right. His gaze went over the top of Pei Zhenyan's head, and he glanced at the basket to confirm the position. The entire body showed an aggressive posture.

However, his gaze was imperceptibly turned to the left, as if presupposing a parabola.

Pei Zhenyan entered a new round of pre-judgment. There were only three seconds left in the game. This was Lu Zhi's last chance, and it was probably a feint.

It may also be used to confuse him.

He has to make the right choice between flashes and flints, otherwise, with Lu Zhi's high shooting percentage, once he escapes, the possibility of success is very high.

Fake action?real action?

Lu only wants three-pointers, so he won't go into the three-point line.

The three-point line is arc-shaped. If you go to the right, you will step on the line, but if you go to the left, you will not.

So feint.

He also made a fake move to intercept Lu Zhi's right front, then turned around randomly, and jumped up in the opposite direction.

Sure enough, Lu just jumped high in front of him.

The distance between the two of them is very close. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to have such close contact with Lu only in his life.

Everything happened in an instant, but the time was stretched so long that it was enough for Pei Zhenyan to copy Lu Zhi's facial features one by one with his eyes. He saw his own face reflected in Lu Zhi's eyes, and saw that The fine beads of sweat on the straight bridge of the nose, and the lips he wanted to kiss that night when he was out of control.

If the distance is too close, it is difficult for the eyes to focus, and the magnified facial features are quickly distorted and difficult to recognize.

Pei Zhenyan wanted to take a closer look, but felt his whole face collided with something.

The bridge of the nose bumped into something equally hard, and the lips bumped into something equally soft.

The next moment, he landed, his left foot was stepped on, and his right foot stepped on someone.

Unable to stand, both of them sat back down.

The whistle blows, the game is over, and everyone swarms around.

"Are you okay?" Amidst the greetings from various voices, Pei Zhenyan covered his sore nose, and physiological tears and nosebleeds poured out continuously.

Through the cracks in the crowded crowd and the hazy teary eyes, he could barely see Lu Zhi in the first line.

The moment he saw Lu Zhi, the encounter in mid-air fell back into his consciousness, occupying all his consciousness.

He forgot the sharp discomfort in the bridge of his nose, the bruised palms and pain in his tailbone from the fall, and he couldn't hear what the crowd around him was saying.

He could only feel the residual touch of his own lips.

It was numb and wet, and even the pain of being knocked by the teeth was like being soaked in a honey pot. It was so sweet that it caused his nerves to shiver for a long time.

That was Lu Zhi's kiss.

What Wuzhen failed to achieve that night? After all, it was realized in another way.

The orange-red light of the setting sun is gradually unable to reach the continuous night, and the campus has fallen into the ambiguous darkness? The competition between Class [-] and Class [-] has finally come to an end? The curtain came to an end, and students moved in groups to the direction of the teaching building, the basketball court The sky was quiet? Until it was empty.

What happened next? Pei Zhenyan doesn’t remember much. He returned to the classroom with his support, leaned his head to the sky to stop the nosebleed, and raised his head to see the classmates in the class, one by one, flaunting their might and going to the corridor of the seventh class. Direction? Accompanied by all kinds of arrogant screams.

Class Seven was furious. According to regulations, they couldn't come to Class Eight's territory, so the two classes were all crowded outside Class Seven's classroom, arguing dimly.

"We won?" Pei Zhenyan asked belatedly, not to mention that he didn't know whether to win or lose, he simply forgot that there was a game just now?

That's right, after the collision, Lu Zhi didn't even bother to throw the ball.

On the one hand, it was smashed, and on the other hand, it probably had a strong psychological impact.

"That's right! Didn't we talk about it all the way? Are you still bleeding nose? Don't get up? Get up and lie down again." Lu Zhi smiled wrinkled his face, "From now on, if we want to leave the territory of Class Seven, we can just leave. Well, starting today, I'm going to have a good time!"

It's common for boys to bump into balls, and no one thinks much about it. Pei Zhenyan's soul is out of his body, and his classmates only have time to pay attention to the reality when he hits too much.

But they still have witnesses.

The wind of thousands of miles has been seen, and the half-wall of the sun in the west sky has also been seen.

The wind was full of jokes, and ran to the distance without stopping; the sunset glow filled the atmosphere, burned unscrupulously, and was swallowed by the night.

The uproar from passers-by is always lively and short, fleeting.

In addition, I saw the flying flag, the high bell tower next to the school auditorium, and the standing ball frame. They are standing here, and they have seen too many boys and girls? Unknown? secret.

Forever silent.

Always remember.

This time is no exception.

The author has something to say: evil, the ideal is plump and the reality is skinny, I can't finish writing the target plot every time, the next chapter will continue