SAYE

Although Jiang Cheng scored a very cool and highly skilled goal.

He also roared very vigorously.

But it's not a good bird after all, and Li Yan's long-term cooperation level is much higher than that of him and Gu Fei, and his own skills are much stronger than the other three of their team. They only scored 15 points in the first half.

Jiang Cheng made two three-pointers, and the rest were basically scored by Gu Fei. Only Wang Xu scored a free throw and scored 1 point. For Wang Xu's pouting, which is as weird as a primary school student's two-handed free throw posture, Jiang Cheng said very surprised.

During the intermission, he glanced at the scoreboard, 28:15, such a score is a bit sad, this point difference, with such skills and cooperation, it is absolutely impossible to recover, if this is In the official game, when playing in the second half, I probably can only fight with a noble feeling of "don't make the point difference bigger".

"Two people come down," Li Yan said while sitting on the court floor, "Luo Yu and Zhao Yihui rest, and two of their substitutes come up to play and practice."

"I think it's okay," Captain Wang Xu nodded, "If you don't change players, you won't be able to fight. I don't think the second class is at this level. The partner training is too good, and the confidence in the game is shattered."

Jiang Cheng sat on the side without saying a word. When he first shot the ball, he only felt the pain in the wound. When he landed, he didn't feel much of it. But now that he rested for 2 minutes, he felt that the wound was burning like a fire.

He looked at the enthusiastic teammates next to him, and he didn't say anything about replacing them. If he was replaced, Gu Fei would be alone, and he couldn't even play a match, and there was no need for practice.

Besides, he didn't want Wang Xu to know that he was injured. Wang Xu was obsessed with the scene of "you and the monkey fight again", and he couldn't stand it.

"Do you want to rest instead?" Gu Fei asked in a low voice in front of him.

"No need," Jiang Cheng said, standing up and stretching his arms, "Let's talk after the fight."

"Okay," Gu Fei glanced at him, and called a few players over, "I got used to the half court, I counted it a bit. In the second half, I went from the sideline to the basket. You guys are still man-to-man, pass the ball more, don't worry." As an old leader, they steal the ball very well, give the ball to Jiang Cheng, and I will be responsible for scoring the points."

"Okay, just follow what Da Fei said." Wang Xu, as the captain, was unable to assign tasks, so he had to forcefully make a summary.

In the first half, Jiang Cheng always felt that Gu Fei played a little bit, as if he was testing the skills of Wang Xu and the others. From the beginning of the second half, he was different from before, like having fun.

It was only then that Jiang Cheng realized that Gu Fei's movement speed was astonishing. Although Liu Fan and the others knew him very well, they couldn't keep an eye on him when fighting.

His route is very simple, he goes straight to the basket from the sideline, catches a pass for a layup, and if someone blocks him, he will pass the ball to Jiang Cheng or other teammates, and finally Jiang Cheng will pass the ball back to him.

He was very happy with this style of play, but Jiang Cheng's play was a bit strenuous, he had to always pay attention to the position of the players on the court, and also pay attention to Gu Fei's pass without even looking at it.

The score was chased by five or six points at once, but Jiang Cheng still couldn't help it: "Can you see where I am when you pass the ball?"

"I saw it." Gu Fei said.

"You fucking passed me when I was ten steps away." Jiang Cheng suppressed his voice.

"Then you ran all the way there, didn't you?" Gu Fei said, "It didn't get lost."

"...Did you lose it?" Jiang Cheng was a little speechless.

"It's mine." Gu Fei replied calmly.

"Fart your ass," Jiang Cheng said, "If you lose your share, you won't lose it?"

"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei smiled and looked at him, "So you are the captain of your school basketball team?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Jiang Cheng also looked at him, "I'll just tell you to watch it."

"Understood." Gu Fei said.

After Gu Fei said he knew it, he changed a little. He would use the corner of his eye to scan Jiang Cheng's approximate location, but even after this scan, he still taught the way. Anyway, if you let me see where you are, I will tell you where you are. Take a look, how to pass it on after reading it or how to pass it on.

Jiang Cheng is too lazy to talk about it anymore, anyway, Gu Fei and the gang of not good birds play like a street basketball style, there are no rules, they force their teammates to have a 100% tacit understanding, and they play like they are having fun, bringing two substitutes is also like eating He took the medicine and committed three fouls in less than 10 minutes.

"Be careful." Jiang Cheng felt a little helpless, "There are only a few of us in total. Let Lao Xu go after graduation."

"Cool!" Guo Xu waved his arms as he ran past him.

The match was still going on, and Jiang Cheng didn't have time to care about it so much, so he followed.

Wang Xu broke the ball from the opponent's substitute player, and immediately roared like a god descending: "Ah——"

Jiang Cheng saw that he was immersed in the excitement holding the ball and seemed to have no intention of passing or attacking, so he had to clap his hands: "You fucking pass!"

Wang Xu came back to his senses and passed the ball with a swish of his arm.

Jiang Cheng suddenly had the illusion that he was about to have a heart attack. He finally got rid of that Chen Jie's entanglement. No one was watching him at the moment. At this time, normal people should know that the pass was passed to him.

It never occurred to Wang Xu to pass the ball to Gu Fei with a swing of his arm, and Gu Fei was so entangled by Liu Fan that he almost danced face to face.

Jiang Cheng could only watch this scene speechlessly.

Gu Fei probably didn't expect that Wang Xu would give him the ball in such a situation, he reacted quite quickly in his busy schedule, stretched out his hand and slapped the ball before Liu Fan touched it.

This slap, like a volleyball spike, changed the trajectory of the ball, and flew towards Jiang Cheng's face.

"Fuck!" Jiang Cheng was startled, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of the wound on his ribs.

Fortunately, he raised his hand reflexively, and the ball just fell into his hand.

"You're all fucking blind!" He cursed, took the ball and didn't bother to care about anything else, and rushed towards the basket with anger like a tank.

Anyway, time is running out soon, and there is no time to make adjustments.

After rushing to the basket, he found that there was no chance to shoot. Liu Fan's close-to-man marking technique was super proficient, and he followed him all the way and turned around to cover him tightly.

Jiang Cheng didn't see Gu Fei from the corner of his eye, only Wang Xu and Lu Xiaobin who were stared at to death, and at this moment he couldn't turn his head back, Liu Fan's hand was dangling in front of his eyes, as long as he was distracted, the ball would was robbed.

"There's no time—" someone shouted from the sidelines.

The two points would be gone if he didn't make a shot, Jiang Cheng had no other choice but to guess that Gu Fei should come to meet him at this time, not under the basket, but right behind him.

So he hooked his hand back, passed the ball backwards, and then turned his head while resisting Liu Fan.

Gu Fei stepped over, received the ball steadily, and seamlessly made a three-point jump shot. The ball drew a long arc in the air.

"Go in! Fuck me!" Wang Xu yelled, "Three points!"

Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up. Although the ball did not change the situation of the game, it was indeed a beautiful shot.

The whistle blew and the game was over.

"Not bad! I think it's very good, although the score..." Wang Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the scoreboard, "I'm still 11 points away? Oh, but it's still very good!"

Everyone wiped their sweat and expressed their approval.

"It's almost impossible to cooperate." Jiang Cheng pulled his clothes, feeling that the wound was probably caused by sweat, and it hurt a little. "I don't look at my teammates or at each other, but only at the ball. This needs to be changed."

"Well, that's quite right," Wang Xu nodded, and repeated his conclusion, "It depends on both your own team and the opponent's team. Don't just look at the ball."

It wasn't that the good birds all left after completing the sparring task, and a group of people discussed excitedly until Lao Xu came over.

"Hurry up and pack up and change your clothes," Old Xu said. "I've already asked you 10 minutes off for political class. Don't disturb other students when you go back to the classroom."

Everyone went to the gym toilets to wash their faces and pee.

Jiang Cheng waited until everyone had come out before going in. After washing his face, he lifted up his clothes in front of the mirror and took a look.

"Fuck you, uncle." Seeing the blood oozing from the gauze at the wound, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "You, lord."

Right now he doesn't have anything on him that can treat the wound, and he doesn't want to go to the school doctor. The school doctor has to report this kind of injury as soon as he sees it. Old Xu may use love to influence him if he knows...

A whistle came from behind.

Jiang Cheng hurriedly put down his clothes and took a look in the mirror. Gu Fei was walking in.

"Is there a Band-Aid?" He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Use a Band-Aid for this injury?" Gu Fei said, "I... go to the school infirmary and get some gauze for you."

"No way," Jiang Cheng frowned, "What does the school doctor want to ask?"

"I'll go get it and no one will ask." Gu Fei looked at his wound again, "Why didn't you say yesterday that the injury was like this?"

"There is nothing to say." Jiang Cheng said.

"Wait for me." Gu Fei turned around and left.

Jiang Cheng leaned on the washbasin and sighed. He was distracted when he was playing the ball and didn't feel too much pain. Now that he relaxes, he feels hot and hot, as if a spine is stuck in the middle. sharp pain.

He carefully took off the gauze and took a look. It was a little red with blood oozing out, but it looked fine.

It's been a long time since I had this kind of bloody injury, and I fought a few times after high school, most of which were a little bit bruised, and suddenly seeing blood on my body made me quite depressed.

Is this for Li Baoguo?

Forget it, he doesn't bother to ask about Li Baoguo's current situation.

The key is that from yesterday to now, Li Baoguo has not contacted him, whether he went to play cards again, or was intercepted by those people again.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt a little panicked, what exactly did Li Baoguo do?Is this trouble solved or not? Will there be other troubles in the future?

This time he was beaten on the street, will someone find him at home next time?

Shatter the world or beat the head and blood?

Thinking about it makes me feel cold.

Gu Fei came back very quickly, and when he went into the toilet, he took a small bag in his hand, which contained alcohol iodophor, gauze adhesive strips and the like.

"Shall I help you?" Gu Fei asked.

"I... do it myself." Jiang Cheng took some cotton wool and poured some alcohol on it.

Ever since he knew that he was more interested in men than girls, he was not willing to have any physical contact with people. Except for Pan Zhi, he would feel uncomfortable when anyone touched him.

Especially Gu Fei who is good looking and has pretty hands, always worried that he would have some superfluous thoughts.

However, it is not easy to control the wound by lifting the clothes with one hand and rubbing the cotton pads with the other. When I let go of the cotton pads, the clothes slipped down and rubbed against the wound.

"Wang Xu said that you are a force." Gu Fei looked at the side and said something.

"Well," Jiang Cheng responded, "Why do you want to give him a thumbs up?"

"Yeah, you are really good," Gu Fei said, "Is it to show that you are self-improvement?"

Jiang Cheng sighed, held up the alcohol bottle and glanced at him: "I'm afraid you don't have numbers in your hands, but you can't count them when you play ball."

"I have treated the wound myself since I was four years old." Gu Fei took the bottle in his hand, poured it on the cotton wool and said, "Journeyman."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak.

Four years old?

For bragging rights, he didn't remember anything when he was four years old.

However, Gu Fei's movements are indeed quite skilled. The cotton wool touched the wound very lightly, and the speed was very fast. He didn't feel much pain, so he fixed it.

Jiang Cheng put his gaze on the faucet next to him.

"Your injury won't heal during the competition." Gu Fei covered the wound with gauze, "press it yourself."

"It doesn't have a big impact." Jiang Cheng pressed the gauze, and quickly glanced at Gu Fei's fingers. Gu Fei's fingers are quite long, especially the little finger, which is very suitable for playing the piano... He continued to look at the faucet.

Gu Fei quickly fixed the gauze with adhesive strips: "Okay, you can take these and change them yourself."

When I returned to the classroom, the political teacher was getting angry on the podium.

The buzzing on the bottom side was not suppressed because of her anger. A group of "basketball players" had just finished playing a game, and this was the time when they were extremely excited.

"Mr. Xu, you really don't care about the importance!" The political teacher patted the podium, "I'll see if you plan to get grades in the midterm exam! You guys can take the basketball exam! How dare you spend your time in class playing some kind of basketball! It's not me, no!" Be optimistic about your class, just like your class..."

Jiang Cheng bowed his head and quickly sat down on his seat. A top student like him usually gives the teacher face. If the teacher got angry and cursed, he would behave more honestly.

But Gu Fei didn't cooperate like that. Amidst the teacher's scolding, he slowly returned to his seat, and even adjusted the posture of his coat before sitting down.

"Hey Da Fei," Zhou Jing whispered while turning his head, "Hey Da Fei..."

Before he finished speaking, the political teacher slapped the podium: "Zhou Jing! Get out!"

"Ah?" Zhou Jing was stunned.

"Get out!" The teacher pointed at him and continued to shout.

Zhou Jing hesitated for a moment, stood up, took his coat and put it on, went out through the back door and stood in the corridor.

"The two in the back! Get out too!" The teacher pointed at Jiang Cheng and Gu Fei again, "Everyone else is back, but you two are the slowest! I don't think you want to go to class either! If you don't want to go to class, just go out and stand!"

Jiang Cheng looked at the teacher. Although he had always been inattentive in class and would skip classes, it was the first time that he was kicked out of the classroom by the teacher pointing his nose.

Gu Fei was very obedient, much more obedient than when the teacher asked him to attend class. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, he stood up, took his clothes and walked out, and leaned against the railing in the corridor with Zhou Jing.

"You!" The teacher continued to point at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng sighed speechlessly, and got up to go out as well. He didn't even need to take his clothes, and he didn't even have time to take off his coat.

"I heard from Wang Xu that you are very good now?" Zhou Jing was not at all depressed because he was kicked out of the classroom, and continued his previous question while lying on the railing.

"Awesome ass." Jiang Cheng said.

Captain Wang Jiuri asked everyone to play the hard-working team members with no hope of future, but he couldn't help but start bragging when he was not doing well.

"Is Da Fei going to play?" Zhou Jing asked, "Wang Xu said that Lao Xu begged you but you didn't agree."

Jiang Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that, Wang Xu still insisted on the setting that Gu Fei wouldn't play, but it's okay to add drama to make people really want to interview him.

"Yeah," Gu Fei turned his head, "I'm a person who doesn't have a sense of collective honor."

Gu Fei stood on the right side of Jiang Cheng, and when he turned his head, his breath swept across his face. He quickly dodged, jumped on the spot twice, walked around Zhou Jing calmly, and looked downstairs while holding onto the railing.

"Really?" Zhou Jing looked at Jiang Cheng again with some doubts, "Did you lie to me?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him, Zhou Jing wasn't a bad person, but at first glance, this character was the kind of person with a trumpet-like mouth, and if he said something to him, it would probably be publicized without even turning around.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"But Wang Xu also said that you are very good now... How is it possible? I haven't seen them play before." Zhou Jing frowned, and his eyes lit up after thinking about it, "Is this your tactic? Say you're amazing!"

Although Jiang Cheng wanted to ask him what was the point of bragging that he was awesome and intimidating his opponent, he still nodded.

"Ah..." Zhou Jing wanted to say something, but Gu Fei's cell phone rang, interrupting his words.

The call was from his mother, and Gu Fei answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Have you finished school yet!" Mom's anxious voice came out, "Er Miao doesn't know why..."

Gu Fei heard Gu Miao's scream, and his heart twitched suddenly: "I'll go back right away."

After hanging up the phone, he turned and rushed down the stairs.

There are several reasons why Gu Miao screamed. In the past two years, it was usually because of the water, but there was not always a reaction, only occasionally, and my mother knew about it, so she usually paid attention to it.

Now Gu Miao's reaction should have nothing to do with water, so what's the matter?

He rushed out of the school gate, and the guard tried to stop him from asking, but he didn't have time to reach out.

When he was riding his bicycle back, Gu Fei felt very tired. This feeling of exhaustion would hit him suddenly every time. For just that moment, he felt that he could sleep until he was old forever when he closed his eyes.

He doesn't feel physically tired, and he doesn't feel tired now, only mentally tired, which he can't resolve. He can ignore his mother, he can shout a few words to vent, but Gu Miao can't.

He was careful, while allowing Gu Miao to fight all kinds of possible injuries by himself, and at the same time protecting him at all times, guarding against sudden accidents at any time.

When running upstairs, he could hear Gu Miao screaming through the door.

The old lady opposite opened the door and looked at him worriedly: "Er Miao, she..."

"It's okay." Gu Fei opened the door and entered the room.

Mom was sitting on the sofa with Gu Miao in her arms, Gu Miao buried her face in her chest and kept screaming.

"Er Miao, Er Miao, stop shouting, look, your brother is back." Mom patted Gu Miao's back, "Gu Fei is back..."

Gu Fei went over to take Gu Miao from his mother's arms, rubbed her back with one hand, and squeezed the back of her neck with the other: "It's okay, Er Miao, it's okay."

Gu Miao hugged his neck, still screaming, her body trembling a little.

Gu Fei frowned, Gu Miao was not afraid, but angry.

"What's wrong?" Gu Fei said softly, "Tell brother, why are you angry?"

"Angry?" Mom looked at him with some puzzlement.

He pointed to Gu Miao's schoolbag, and his mother took the schoolbag to his hand. He took out Gu Miao's books and notebooks, flipped through them and asked, "Is it a book? Or a notebook? Has someone torn your book?"

Gu Miao's screaming subsided, but she kept on screaming, with two vague words mixed in between: "Huahua."

Gu Fei opened her vocabulary book, and within two pages, he saw that one of the pages was messed up with a red pen, a wrestling villain, and next to it, a skateboard could still be seen, with words on both sides.

Pigs, dumb, fools...

"Er Miao, stop." Gu Fei put down his notebook and supported Gu Miao's shoulder, "Look at me, look at me."

Gu Miao's screaming finally stopped, she raised her head to look at him, her eyes widened.

"Do you know who it is?" Gu Fei asked.

Gu Miao nodded.

"This matter," Gu Fei looked into her eyes, "Brother, can you handle it for you? Brother, go talk to this classmate."

Gu Miao stared at him for a while, then shook her head.

"No?" Gu Fei asked.

Gu Miao continued to shake her head.

"Then what do you think?" Gu Fei asked, "Tell brother."

It took a long time for Gu Miao to say softly, "Myself."

Gu Fei didn't know how she was going to handle this matter by herself, but no matter how much he asked, Gu Miao didn't speak anymore, and didn't give him any response, turned around and went into her room and closed the door.

"What's wrong with me in this life..." My mother covered her face and sat on the sofa crying in a low voice, "I married a bastard, I can't take care of my own children... Did I do something bad in my previous life... Do you want to die again?" Find someone to accompany you..."

"Mom, go back to the house first." Gu Fei said.

"My son is so cruel to me..." Mom covered her face and cried as she entered the house.

Gu Fei squeezed the space between his brows.

There was silence in the room, and there was no sound.

He quietly looked at Gu Miao from the crack of the door. Gu Miao seemed to be asleep as she was lying on the bed hugging the quilt, and there was no movement from her mother.

He sat back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

After resting for about half an hour, he opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and called Ding Zhuxin: "Sister Xin, are you free to sit down tonight?"