Zhu Mu Lang Ma

The No. [-] Middle School renovated the gymnasium this summer, and the new basketball and volleyball courts were newly replaced with wooden floors. Fu Kun felt that it was a waste. After a while, the floor would have to be kicked and another board would fly up.

This time the basketball game was quite noisy, banners were put up on the indoor and outdoor venues, and large posters were pasted in the windows.

Two of the posters were drawn by Fu Kun. Chen Li told the teacher that Fu Kun was a cartoonist, and Fu Kun lay on the old desk in the teacher's office for several days before it was finished.

"Look, it's shocking," Chen Li looked at the posters in the window and kept tsk-tsk, "Kunzi, I will write stories in the future, and you can draw comics. We will make more money than you can make by holding dolls if we publish a book."

"What's the story?" Fu Kun walked towards the stadium. Fu Yijie's class's game was the first after school, so he had to arrive early, "Is it a handsome guy with a cold face?"

"No, the gangster fell in love with the little white sheep."

"Can you think about something normal?" Gou Sheng couldn't help interjecting, "Don't focus on romance."

"I haven't watched it for a long time, I'm watching Sanmao now," Chen Li curled her lips, "I want to be a woman who sails in the sand!"

"The leftover! Let's make her happy in a while." Fu Kun filed his teeth.

"How did it happen?"

"Hold her face into the sandpit. There are three sandpit in our school, one by one."

"It's boring," Chen Li waved her hand, and walked in front of them, "I will send you photos when I go to the desert in the future."

"Bring enough water." Gou Sheng reminded her.

"If there is no water, we can only drink urine." Fu Kun said.

Then he and Gou Sheng quickly digressed from the wandering woman sailing in the sand to how many times a glass of water can be recycled and how many days Chen Li's weight can last in the absence of water in the desert.

Fu Kun walked to the side of the basketball court. Before he could find where Fu Yijie was, he heard a few girls' elongated voices: "Fu Kun——Which one is your younger brother——"

Many girls from their class came, as well as those from the class next door.

"Leftover!" Chen Li turned her head and looked at Gou Sheng solemnly, "Are you sad?"

"Why am I sad?" Gou Sheng was at a loss.

"You, who else is there, yes, Sun Wei, both of you are good buddies of Fu Kun, right?"

"Ah."

"You two stay with Fu Kun all day long, haven't you found the reason why no one chases after you?" Chen Li said in a very sad tone.

"No, what's the reason?"

"You two lack the skills to attract girls!" Chen Li said seriously, "Let's not talk about looks, draw pictures, play games..."

"This attracts girls?" Gou Sheng interrupted her, "Put it down, for Fu Kun, this skill has nothing to do with girls, it only has to do with money. You sell dolls and paintings for him all day long, don't you know?"

"You are hopeless." Chen Li rolled her eyes.

"You two continue to talk, I'll go over." Fu Kun pointed to the opposite side, Fu Yijie was wearing his class's No. 6 team uniform and was squatting on the opposite side of the field to watch him.

Fu Yijie and his class 2 team had no height advantage. Fu Kun took a look, and the opponent's class 4 team was obviously taller than them on average.

"Relax," Fu Kun squatted beside him, "I brought you a cheerleader."

"Yes." Fu Yijie rubbed his hands.

"Don't fight hard, try to pass the ball from below, they are big, don't get hurt."

"Well," Fu Yijie looked at the court, "Brother, you can stand under the basket whichever side we attack later."

"Why?" Fu Kun was stunned for a while, the vision under the basket is not good, and it is comfortable to stand on both sides.

"There are so many people on the sidelines, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you."

"...I will scream, just follow the sound and find it?"

"Can you beat those girls?" Fu Yijie squinted at him, "If you stand under the basket, we will definitely beat them."

"Okay." Fu Kun nodded.

After tossing the coin to choose the venue, Fu Kun, Gou Sheng, and Chen Li all sat under the basket of Class 4 with their schoolbags.

"Your brother looks like a white porcelain bottle." Chen Li looked at Fu Yijie who was standing on the center line waiting for the jump ball, "Don't break it."

"Impossible," Fu Kun quacked, "He's full of energy. He wanders around in the wind, snow, and scorching heat in the early morning all year round, and his health is better than mine."

"Your brother is in class 2, hey, the girls in their class are pretty..." Gou Sheng had no interest in dealing with Yijie, and kept staring at the girls in his class.

"You just have to look at it." Chen Li took out a small fan from her schoolbag and said while fanning it.

With a whistle, the game started, and the jump ball players on both sides jumped up amidst shouts.

To Fu Kun's surprise, the player in Fu Yijie's class who was obviously half a head shorter than the opponent jumped up and directly allocated the ball to Fu Yijie.

"Ah——" Seeing that Fu Yijie had caught the ball, Fu Kun kicked his legs and howled immediately.

"I can rely on your brother!" Gou Sheng also shouted.

Fu Kun hadn't watched Fu Yijie play basketball in earnest. He only knew that under the guidance of Zhang Qingkai, this kid's basic skills were not bad, but when he saw Fu Yijie running towards the basket with the ball, he jumped again. Get up and growl.

Fu Yijie was very stable with the ball, and he was also very flexible when passing people. Because he was not tall, the two opponents tried to steal the ball from below and were swung past.

"Quick cast! Xiaobai baby, hurry up!" Chen Li screamed and jumped up.

Fu Kun didn't even realize who this little white baby was called.

"Fart." Fu Kun said, Fu Yijie's layup route had been blocked.

Fu Yijie missed the shot and passed the ball backhand to No. 14 who followed him.

No. 14 didn't react, he almost dropped the ball when he caught the ball, and he was anxious when he shot the ball. In order to catch the shot before the opponent jumped over to block the shot, he threw the ball towards the basket indiscriminately, but missed.

The people in class 4 grabbed the rebound, and the battlefield quickly shifted to the opposite basket.

"It's a mess!" Fu Kun couldn't help shouting, the kids in the first year of junior high school didn't cooperate at all in playing, and they didn't know how they practiced before.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a burst of shouting from the sidelines.

Fu Kun covered the sun with his hands and looked over, probably in the chaos, the ball leaked out and was caught by Fu Yijie.

"Come on!" Fu Kun shouted while waving his hands.

"Fu Yijie, let's go—" The voices of the girls were indeed unmatched by him, and they instantly drowned out his shouts.

Before the group could react, Fu Yijie took the ball and turned around to take it this way, but was stopped after passing the midfield, one-on-one.

Judging by the posture of the interception, that man can play ball, and he is also much taller than Fu Yijie, Fu Kun suddenly sweated.

But what Fu Yijie did next made him stunned with his mouth half-opened.

He stopped the ball, dribbled the ball under his crotch to avoid the opponent's copying the ball, and dribbled behind his back. When the opponent wanted to stick over and continue copying the ball, he hooked his right hand and switched to his left hand, and then used his left hand to take the ball amidst screams. The ball swayed past the defense and rushed to the basket.

Fu Kun couldn't express his pride at all, and shouted at Fu Yijie who came over with the ball: "Fu Yijie! I love you——"

Fu Yijie glanced at him, hooked the corner of his mouth, stopped in front of the three-point line, switched the ball back to his right hand and shot it.

"Fuck!" Fu Kun was stunned.

"Come in!" Gou Sheng jumped up and followed suit.

The ball drew a long arc in the air and fell into the basket.

"Beautiful!" Chen Li put her hand around her mouth and shouted, "Three points!"

"Cleanshot!" Gou Sheng shouted.

Fu Yijie squinted his eyes and smiled at Fu Kun with some complacency. In fact, he can also throw with his left hand, but he didn't want to make mistakes in front of Fu Kun, so he still used his right hand, which was more vigorous.

This beautiful extra-three points, combined with the screams of the little cheerleading girls on the sidelines, immediately ignited the fighting spirit of Fu Yijie's team members, and began to press down on each other to fight.

In fact, there are still no rules, and you can’t see such high-end things, and there are no coaches. During the pause, the main activities are drinking water and showing off to the girls, but the boys can’t help it. .

Fu Yijie doesn't shoot very much. He is mainly responsible for dribbling the ball from the sideline to the basket and then distributing the ball to his teammates to shoot. Also, he is trying to organize the offense in vain.

In the second half, Fu Kun and the others switched sides and sat under the basket. By the end of the game, the score had stretched to 11 points.

Fu Kun's sweat drenched his clothes, watching Fu Yijie play harder than he played himself.

"I didn't expect that, your brother looks like a well-behaved student, and he plays so handsome!" Chen Li shook her fan desperately, blushing, "You said I'm going to be your brother's crush, is it reliable?"

"Are you finished?" Fu Kun was a little helpless.

"Forget it, I still have a crush on you, I am a dedicated person." Chen Li said again.

"Give up," Fu Kun said happily, "You are a man with me."

"The chest has grown white." Gou Sheng answered.

"Go away! Is there anyone like you two!"

"Here we come!" Gou Sheng shouted, pointing to the field.

Fu Yijie took the ball from the right line and ran towards the basket on the opposite side. There was still 1 minute left in the game. With the rhythm of their game, this was basically the last attack.

When Fu Yijie saw Fu Kun standing up, he immediately regained his energy.

He is not a pushy person, he doesn't feel much when others scream his name, but it's different when facing Fu Kun, he just wants to perform well in front of Fu Kun.

Come to a perfect ending!

Fu Yijie glanced around from the corner of his eye, because the score had already been drawn, the opponent had no chance of recovering, and had basically given up on defense, so there was almost nothing in front of him.

He decided to play tricks.

This move was taught by Zhang Qingkai. He has practiced it for a long time, and he usually uses it when there is no score pressure.

Fu Yijie rushed to the basket, this time he did not shoot a three-pointer, but chose a three-step layup.

But instead of directly raising his hand to shoot, he suddenly hooked the ball back with his right hand after taking a step.

"Awesome!" Fu Kun yelled, and he could see that Fu Yijie was going to switch the ball from behind to his left hand, and then shoot with his left hand.

Shouts erupted all around again.

Amidst the shouts, the basketball circled from Fu Yijie's right hand to behind him, and then touched his left hand.

Then, let go and fly forward.

The ball flew straight towards the baseline with lightning speed, and hit Fu Kun's face who was standing up and ready to applaud.

Fu Kun's applause was thrown back into his stomach by the ball, and when he covered his face and bent down, it turned into a roar of grief and indignation: "I—damn!"

The audience outside the venue burst into wild laughter after two seconds of silence.

None of the players on the field could hold back, and when the whistle sounded for the end of the game, they all ran to Fu Yijie's side, patted him on the shoulder and said happily, "That's right!"

When Fu Yijie ran in front of Fu Kun, Fu Kun just covered his nose with Chen Li's small handkerchief which was said to be imported from Japan.

"Nosebleed?" He suddenly became anxious.

"Well," Fu Kun covered his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Where is your game?"

"It's a mess." Fu Yijie frowned.

"You played your brother very well," Chen Li praised him. "You're really good at playing, little one. My sister is your fan from now on!"

"Fu Yijie," a tall girl ran up behind him, touched Fu Yijie's arm, and handed him a bottle of water, "Drink some water."

"Thank you." Fu Yijie took the water. This is Cui Rong, the sports committee member of their class.

"You play really well!" Cui Rong gave him a thumbs up, "You are awesome."

"Thank you." Fu Yijie said.

After Cui Rong walked away, Fu Kun held his nose and looked at Fu Yijie: "I said, are you always like this?"

"What kind?" Fu Yijie was stunned.

"Can't you say anything but thank you?"

"What do you say? Hard work?"

Fu Kun glared at him and pinched his nose: "Are you really stupid or fake?"

"It's so stupid." Fu Yijie replied crisply.

"I know why you don't have a girlfriend anymore," Fu Kun bent down to pick up the schoolbag from the ground, "Go and pack your things, I'll wait for you in the carport."

Fu Yijie randomly picked up his schoolbag and clothes. When he ran to the carport, he didn't see Fu Kun. After waiting for a while, he saw Fu Kun walking slowly with two balls of tissues stuffed in his nose.

"Is it still bleeding?" He ran over.

"It's much better, it's not a big deal, it's just a little too sudden, and it gave me a fright," Fu Kun pushed the car out of the carport, speaking in a nasal voice, "It's a pity, the flower work didn't work out."

"Does it hurt? Didn't it break?" Fu Yijie suddenly remembered Wang Zhiqiang's nose back then, and immediately became a little worried.

"No, how strong do you think you are?" Fu Kun stepped into the car and kicked forward, "Come up, let's go."

Fu Yijie ran two steps and jumped into the car, with his head resting on Fu Kun's back, feeling a little depressed, to be exact, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

It was a pretty good game, but he let himself be so frustrating, and he played tricks to make Fu Kun's face bleed, what's the matter!

"A little bit," Fu Kun let go of the handlebar, put his hands behind his back and rubbed Fu Yijie's face, "I didn't expect that."

"I didn't expect you to see a nosebleed while watching my game." Fu Yijie quickly rubbed his face against Fu Kun's palm, "Tomorrow everyone must know that Fu Kun's brother hit him in the face with a ball."

Fu Kun laughed for a long time before saying: "I just want to say, I didn't expect you to play at this level. I remember that you didn't play so well before. After watching the game today, I suddenly felt that you are not good enough. Like a doll."

"I'm not the same anymore. Your memory has deteriorated so much before you're old." Fu Yijie clicked his tongue, "Am I playing well?"

"Well, my voice is hoarse."

"Probably because the opponent is too weak," Fu Yijie replied modestly, very proud of himself. Although he messed up the last move, he was still pretty good before. "I will also shout during your class's competition."

"I'll get you a horn."

When Fu Kun rode his bicycle to the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Fu Yijie's face hit him on the back: "What's wrong?"

"That car..." Fu Kun stared forward with one leg propped up.

When Fu Yijie heard this, his heart tightened, he jumped off the back seat, and looked forward.

On the street outside the courtyard of the bus company's dormitory, a black car was parked.

He clearly remembered the model and license plate. This is Lu Yanqiu's car!

"She's here?" Fu Yijie suddenly felt scared. How did she find her home?

"It's probably..." Fu Kun also got out of the car, staring at the black car, "How did you find it!"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and Lu Yanqiu hadn't appeared again during this period of time. With a little bit of luck, he felt that maybe she had already understood his attitude and wouldn't come looking for her again.

He didn't expect to see Lu Yanqiu suddenly at the door of his house, which made Fu Yijie feel as if he had been poured a basin of ice water over his head, and his previous good mood disappeared in an instant.

"Go home and have a look." Fu Kun pushed the cart and prepared to enter the yard.

"No," Fu Yijie grabbed his arm, "don't go in now, go back now, if she pulls me and says what she thinks about me, Mom will soften her heart."

"She can say how much she misses you without pulling you, isn't Mom soft-hearted?" Fu Kun sighed.

"It's not the same." Fu Yijie turned around and walked to a cold drink shop across the street from the yard, "I'll tell you how delicious braised pork is. It's the same as a bowl of braised pork in front of your eyes."

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, feeling that Fu Yijie's description was a bit miraculous, but he followed him across the street, parked the car under a tree by the side of the road, and went into the store to buy two shaved ice.

When the shaved ice was almost finished, Lu Yanqiu came out from the courtyard with his head down, pressed his hands on his eyes from time to time, then got into the car, and quickly drove the car and disappeared at the end of the road.

"Let's go, go home." Fu Kun stood up.

"Brother," Fu Yijie didn't move, "Are you standing by my side? I won't leave."

"I'll be by your side no matter what."

When the two went upstairs, they met a few neighbors. Everyone seemed calm. Lu Yanqiu probably didn't make a fuss for everyone in the building to know.

When Fu Yijie pushed open the door, his heart was beating hard. Now he had to face a major matter that he was completely unable to handle well. Although he had his own ideas, he also knew that some things might not be resolved easily.

Mom sat on the sofa, and Dad stood at the table to put tea in the teapot.

"Mom." Fu Yijie called out.

Mom turned to see him, jumped up suddenly, rushed over and slapped him on the arm.

Fu Yijie was staggered by this slap, and his whole body was blinded. Since he was a child, his mother never moved a finger of him.

"Mom, what are you doing!" Fu Kun quickly stood in front of Fu Yijie.

"And you have no brains!" Mom slapped Fu Kun on the back again.

Fu Kun felt that his mother's palm was so powerful that he felt as if his tongue was about to be thrown out.