I took this hole

off the field.

Du Jing looked at the big "19" walking towards him, and the tips of his ears became inexplicably hot.

…Someone had to force him to ask about his birthday last Friday night, and he didn’t know until today that it was the team’s custom-made clothes in his class. He turned to him under the basketball hoop, and pointed to the two numbers in front of him with both hands...

Jiang Cheng naturally took Du Jing's wandering eyes and slightly pink ears into his eyes, and the corners of his lips became more curved.

At this time, the long legs had already stepped in front of Du Jing, and Jiang Cheng was not polite, and sat directly beside Du Jing, and the young body next to him seemed to be still sweating——

"Ajing..."

After more than 30 minutes of vigorous physical exercise, even Jiang Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, but after getting closer like this, and adding some smiles, it became more and more like Du Jing was poured with ecstasy soup, and the blush at the tips of his ears kept on coming. It spread to the exposed white neck.

But Jiang Cheng was relentless, and his laughter got closer and closer, almost kissing the tip of Du Jing's ear——

"A Jing, you promised me... Wipe my sweat, A Jing..."

Squad Leader Du saved his "public image" under the gaze of many eyes with his remaining rationality——

"I-I promised to be at your varsity basketball practice—not at a game with so many people watching—"

Du Jing put the white towel in his hand on the handsome face that came close to him as he wished.

Knowing that he was about to drive the other party into anger, Jiang Cheng caught the falling towel without hesitation, retreated to a safe distance, and continued to make verbal teasing while wiping off his sweat: "...Is this the towel Ah Jing used? Why does it feel like it smells like milk?"

Du Jing turned his head and glared: "...you use a towel to smell like milk!"

Jiang Cheng saw that the fire was almost over, and changed the subject with a smile: "Do you like my jersey number, Ah Jing?"

Du Jing choked, and really wanted to ignore him, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but reply——

"What would you do if I had a four-digit birthday?"

Jiang Cheng obviously thought about it a long time ago, and answered this question without any hesitation: "Then put the month in front and the day in the back."

Du Jing: "..."

...Is there anyone who can cure this smelly and shameless person?

But at this moment, behind the two of them, witnessing the shameless "flirting" throughout the whole process, the girls in the auditorium looked at the newly promoted school girl who was covered in towels and still smiling: "Can this still be good?" Becoming a male god QAQ?

021

Under the nourishment of the basketball game in the school, the somewhat boring after-school life has become more colorful, and as the freshmen's attention to this basketball game has gradually increased, the popularity of a certain newly promoted school grass has also increased. After the incident of beating up school gangsters before, it reached a new high.

What truly reflects this is the love letters and gifts that need to be cleaned regularly in the drawers of Jiangcheng's desks every day, but will be filled again the next day.

It's just that except for the first batch of love letters and gifts that may be mixed with the wishes of a girl from Class [-], from the second batch, the girls of Class [-] have never spoiled their wishes.

——Because under the witness of the whole class, Jiang Cheng, who was stuffed with several friendship letters and gifts in the drawer, got to his seat that morning, the smile on his face cooled down, and then he put those chocolates and beautiful Candy stayed behind, and walked to the trash can at the back of the classroom with the rest of the letter in his hands.

"Whoa-"

Comrades heard the heartbreak of the girls in a trance and filled a trash can.

This is not over yet, looking at Jiangcheng who returned to his position with the only remaining hope, a few girls secretly thought, "Will the male god like the chocolate/candy I sent?"

But before the pink bubbles in their hearts were over, Jiang Cheng, who sat back in his seat, picked out those attractive-looking candies to tease the cats in his sight——

"Ajing..."

"..."

——This time, even the hearts of the men can hardly bear it.

As a 24K purebred foodie, Du Jing has never been able to endure the temptation. The endless stream of gifts continued with the basketball game for several weeks, and Du Jing felt that his little face was round.

——Jiang Cheng said that he was in a good mood.

It's a pity that his good mood still didn't last long, because a few weeks later, Du Jing, who was out, walked into the classroom holding a pink envelope with some hesitation——

"Jiangcheng, this is given to you by a girl—she ran away before I could hear what she said."

"..."

Facing the child's face of self-blame, Jiang Cheng felt that he could no longer indulge in this way: With Du Jing's unprecedented emotional intelligence, he wanted to open up his own mind, which was obviously still a technical job at least for now-so that day, the grades were A message spread at an extremely fast speed——

The newly promoted school grass personally stated that he will not associate with any girls before the college entrance examination is over.

This word naturally spread to the ears of the homeroom teacher and grade director. The grade director who just turned a blind eye to the previous incident expressed great satisfaction at Jiang Cheng's reaction. If every adolescent boy had such a healthy and positive attitude It’s enough to have a good understanding of love and a correct view of love, so where does he need to be at an age and carry a small flashlight to the small woods behind the school every Friday to "fire and prevent theft" ==.

It's just that most of the students and teachers in Luocheng No. [-] Middle School are not very clear about the difference between a good brother and a gay at this time, so they are easily deceived by Jiangcheng's "before the end of the college entrance examination" condition that confuses their eyes.

As for the ones who were clearly identified—such as Liu Zejing, after hearing the news that he had entered the second-level senior department, he just smiled meaningfully and didn't say anything.

……

The basketball game, which lasted for more than three weeks, ended, and the champion of the first grade fell on the head of Class Eleven without any suspense; and Jiangcheng, who was expected by everyone, was officially recruited into the school basketball team, and was selected as a regular player. I entered with my identity.

During the break before the first labor class, which was justifiably skipped, Jiang Cheng knocked on the door of the grade director's office. After 3 minutes, he returned to the classroom with a satisfied smile, and took a basketball and a smile on his face. Du Jing, who was at a loss, rushed to the basketball court.

The boys of the basketball team in Class [-] who were about to weed were left behind, looking at the direction in which the two left with resentment.

……

indoor Stadium.

Without the students of Class [-] who took advantage of the privilege of the grade director to watch the "training match" as soon as they came to the labor class, the indoor gymnasium seemed much deserted than the previous few weeks.

As soon as they entered the gate of the gymnasium, everyone from the school basketball team looked over at the same time.

The leader, Sun Lin'an, showed a rare smile——

"Jiangcheng is here. Today I specially called all the players and support teammates of the school's basketball team. Let's get to know each other. This class is over and it's just after school. After that, let's find a place to have dinner together."

The others who had met before, including Liu Zejing, all smiled and nodded at Jiang Cheng, but the big man who had conflicted with Jiang Cheng before turned his face away with a complicated expression, and the rest of them hadn't seen it before. Jiang Cheng also sized him up with curious eyes.

Jiang Cheng was displeased, but he just sped up his pace slightly, and stood in front of Du Jing calmly, looking back at everyone with a smile that hadn't changed since he entered the door.

"Are you the new recruit in the school?"

A girl who seemed to be the logistics team member of the basketball team asked with a grin, and took a step forward to say hello to Jiang Cheng, "Hi, handsome guy, I'm Li Qingyan, the logistics director of the basketball team. One is a senior in high school, and everyone calls me Sister Qing. In the future, you can come to me for anything about the basketball team's logistics and schedule."

I have a good impression of this generous senior sister, and the other party does not cross the line. Jiang Cheng is not even stingy with a smiling face, and immediately nodded at Li Qingyan and said with a smile: "I am Jiang Cheng. Please take care of me."

Li Qingyan was stunned for a second by Jiang Cheng's no longer faint smile, and then sighed helplessly: "I really envy the junior high school girls, who can have such a handsome school girl to accompany them for three years..."

"Sister Qing, do you want me to call Senior Gao who has just graduated and retired from his position as a school grass?"

Liu Zejing smiled teasingly, opened his mouth slowly, and then poked his head to explain to Jiang Cheng and Du Jing here, "The last school grass-the senior Gao who has graduated and went to university, is also the last one. The captain of the school's basketball team, and also Sister Qing's boyfriend."

The definition of this string of nouns came out, and Li Qingyan immediately added: "Yes, it's fortunate that he has a face that is acceptable, otherwise I would not be able to deal with his emotional intelligence."

These words made Du Jing laugh first, and after he laughed out loud, he realized that he wanted to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

Li Qingyan smiled and turned her face to the side: "Just now I wanted to ask, the newly promoted school grass is good everywhere, but the atmosphere in this old society is so bad - how can you participate in a training match and bring a follower with a bag?"

"Sister Qing, you have to see clearly before buttoning this hat," Jiang Cheng said with a smile, weighing the basketball in his hand and the bag on his shoulder, "Obviously I'm the follower, right?"

Du Jing, who came under the banner of "wiping sweat and handing water", felt a little ashamed.

"Hi sister, I'm Du Jing, and I'm——