When the dead house meets the upper paralysis

Although the heart is unwilling, but there are orders from above, and the following must be carried out.

Mo Su had no choice but to sacrifice his "precious" leveling time and come out to participate in the only pre-match training before the first official game.

Because it was the practice time specially allocated by the school to each college before the game, today it was the turn of Mosu and his department, so the entire basketball court was full of students from the computer department. As far as the court was concerned, one was occupied by boys and one by girls.

Mo Su just followed to waste time, so he simply pulled Xie Zifang and stood in the middle of the two courts against the wall, looking at both sides, neither side participated.

On the boys side, the main task is to test the strength of the freshmen to determine who can play and who can stay as a substitute.

On the girl side, there is obviously no serious atmosphere on the boy side. It may be because of the sudden loss of the pressure of the main players without three consecutive championships. noisy.

However, although the number of girls is smaller than that of boys, their enthusiasm is obviously higher than that of boys who are forced to come here to catch ducks on the shelves.And because today's main task is to check the freshman's level, although many sophomores and juniors are here, they are not from the student union, and they have nothing to do, so they all go to the girl's side, in the name of guidance, Let's talk about my sister's truth.

But it didn't take long for Zhang Weiming to catch him, "I said you two, even if you are here to fill up the crowd, you should put on a show anyway, okay? Don't stand in the middle, or go over there to practice pitching, or Go there and play."

He pointed both ways.

Mo Su looked over, one side of the court was centered on the basketball hoop, and it was divided into two sides. On the other side was a group of guys who were just like him, but who were better at putting on airs than him. Throw it into the basket.

The other side was much more serious. Several first-year students were divided into two teams, and they played a small game under a basketball hoop. A few members of the student union watched from the side, no one won or lost, only their own level.

Mo Su thought for a while, and pulled Xie Zifang down to the basketball hoop on the side where he was throwing the ball.

"Go, brother will take you to throw the ball."

When you get there, you don’t need to fight for a seat anyway, you just pick up the ball and stand in any position and throw it into the basket.

Cao Qinghui was also here, saw the two of them, and waved, "Hey, are you finally willing to come here?"

Mo Su leaned over, "Why are you staying here, why don't you go over there?" He pointed to those people who were showing their strength and hoped to appear in the official competition.

Cao Qinghui is different from them. Although he also loves to play games, he has never missed a single thing that he should do. Especially this kind of thing that can be related to the student union, Cao Qinghui is more enthusiastic about being active.

He laughed, "I also want to go there, but the fight is too much, so it's enough to show enthusiasm moderately, and don't need to humiliate yourself."

Mo Su giggled as if he had caught his braid, "There are times when you can't do it? You can't see it!"

Cao Qinghui sighed resignedly, "Brother is also human..."

While the two were talking, Xie Zifang was shooting by himself, but he made several shots in a row, but they all hit the basket with a bang and then popped out.

Mo Su listened twice, but couldn't listen anymore.

He walked to Xie Zifang's side and corrected him, "You don't have to use so much force, you just want to throw the ball in, not smash the basket. Have you ever seen a slam dunk?" He held Xie Zifang's arm with one hand Lift it up, "Come on, straighten your waist, and lift your arms up."

Mo Su supported Xie Zifang's arm and lifted it up, but his eyes were aimed at his feet, and he used his own feet to open the distance between his feet, and then raised his head, just in time to meet Xie Zifang's turned face.

Xie Zifang asked, "Is that so?"

Mo Su suddenly felt strange, Xie Zifang was half a head taller than him, but he stood upright, Xie Zifang stood with his feet spread apart.When Xie Zifang turned his head, Mo Su was leaning very close to him. Xie Zifang's short hair slid across his face, and then the tip of their noses met. The distance was so close that Mo Su could see the pores on Xie Zifang's face up.

Mo Su was stunned, and he didn't care about answering. He just wanted to back away, but he stumbled, staggered a step and almost didn't fall.

Xie Zifang pulled him quickly to stabilize him.

Mo Su just looked around.

It's okay, it's okay, everyone is talking, or playing their own games, no one pays attention to them here.

Even Cao Qinghui, because of Mo Su's sentence "You can't do it sometimes", provoked someone to come and talk to him, "'No' is a disease, and it can be cured", which attracted his attention. But did not find any abnormalities on their side.

Mo Su tried his best to break away from Xie Zifang without any trace, pretending to be calm, "Okay, you can play by yourself, brother is going to play there for a while."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xie Zifang's reaction, he turned his head and rushed towards the girl's court.

Mo Su is not slow, he knows what his strangeness means, but he judges objectively that the reason why he has such a strangeness is purely because he has stayed in the house for too long, so he is not interested in the ambiguous jokes with Xie Zifang. The drama is too deep.

Mo Su decided to adjust himself, and his method of adjustment was also very simple and clear, that is, to hang out with the girls.

When he passed by, the girls were discussing and playing a small game, but it was just a group of girls against a few seniors in the second and third grades.

Compared with the seniors, there are too few people. When they saw Mo Su coming, they were very happy to pull him into the team.

There are two baskets on both sides, the girls hold the ball, and there are no rules of the game, not even a three-point shot, no matter where you shoot, you get two points.

When Mo Su found a place to stand still, there was a girl talking to him beside him.

"I really didn't expect you to come out to exercise instead of playing games in the dormitory."

"Huh?" Mo Su turned his head and took a look. He didn't recognize it for a while, but after thinking about it again, he remembered that this girl was the Zhang Ling who had confessed to him and directly caused him to hug Xie Zi and call her "friend".Mo Su was a little embarrassed, "Ah, you are here too."

Zhang Ling smiled, but she didn't look happy at all, "You stood there for a long time just now, and you didn't see me?"

Mo Su was even more embarrassed, "Then what... I'll just watch you guys play. I didn't pay attention to anyone..."

Zhang Ling hummed, but didn't speak.

At this time, the ball had already flown over, and a group of people rushed to grab the ball, so it was difficult for Zhang Ling and Mosu to stand aside and talk, so it just relieved Mosu's embarrassment.

Mosu also chased the ball and ran over. He was very active at first. Although it was not easy to grab the ball too seriously with the girls, he could occasionally intercept a pass or two and dribble it out. It was still a good time to pass the time.

But after a while, Mo Su discovered how powerful the girls were. Their basketball fights were purely irregular, pulling, tripping, hugging, scratching, and all kinds of moves that might not even be allowed to be used in fighting. They almost rushed forward to bite someone. For a basketball, the normally delicate and gentle girls would do anything at this moment.

Mo Su just went up to block two passes, and the girl who turned her head to snatch the ball scratched two bloodstains on the back of her hand, and in the chaos of war, she didn't even know who scratched it, anyway, she just waited for the ball to die. When I touched it, I felt a tingling pain on the back of my hand. I looked down, and I happened to witness the whole process of the skin from just scratches to bursting into bloodstains.

Mo Su glanced around, although the girls were all like wolves and tigers at the moment, the seniors still had a great time playing with them.

Mo Su stepped aside silently, he couldn't understand the fun of the seniors.So maybe, he was not born to be with girls.

Seeing him retreating, Zhang Ling followed, "Why don't you play anymore?"

Mo Su raised his back and said pitifully, "I don't think I'm suitable for a brutal sport like basketball."

Zhang Ling glanced at it, and showed Mo Su his red wrist, which was already scratched by someone, and then sneered, "It's really useless, I won't play if I break the skin."

But after such a teasing remark, she immediately tugged on Mosu's sleeve, "Come with me, I have a Band-Aid in my schoolbag, I'll put it on for you."

"Okay." Mo Su followed, "Did you expect that there would be a murder?"

Zhang Ling shrugged, "That's how girls play. In fact, many of them don't know how to play. They may only play like this once or twice a year. Of course, they instinctively use all the means that can stop each other. I have a heart. It's just that I don't fight like you boys, and know what to do when."

After she finished speaking, she paused, looked at Mosu and sneered, "But I guess someone like you who doesn't come out of the dormitory every day, fights pretty badly."

Mo Su grinned a few times. He found that Zhang Ling's interest seemed to be choking him, so he liked seeing him speechless.

Walking to the side, Zhang Ling found his own among a pile of schoolbags on the ground, and took out the Band-Aid.

Mosu reached out to take it, but Zhang Ling avoided it, pulled Mosu's sleeve and pulled his injured hand over, tore off the Band-Aid, and carefully pasted it on him.

"I said I didn't give up on you last time, do you remember?"

"Ah?" Mo Su didn't expect that she would suddenly bring this up again, and after a moment of reaction, he said, "Well, I remember."

Zhang Ling raised her eyes to look at him, she was half a head shorter than him, her eyelashes trembled when she raised her eyes, her pupils were so dark that there was no trace of color.

Mo Su looked at Zhang Ling and thought objectively that she was indeed very beautiful, but for some reason, looking at her was like looking at an exquisite sculpture. He knew she was beautiful, but he didn't feel any special feeling like heart palpitations.

Mo Su raised his eyes and looked over Zhang Ling's head. In the distance, Xie Zifang had been pulled to the side of the basketball hoop where the student union members were standing, and Zhang Weiming stood with his shoulders on his shoulders.He held the ball in one hand and was stuck at his waist. He stood casually, and his eyes didn't know where to look, as if he was in a daze. He looked a bit dazed, but he was handsome.

Mo Su stared at it from a distance for a long while, and felt very relieved that in fact, it seemed that Xie Zifang looked at him from such a distance, and he also didn't have any special feelings.

Mo Su was instantly relieved, and he thought with certainty that, as expected, his strange feeling towards Xie Zifang was only because the two were too close.

He is still a very normal young man, although he is a homebody, although he doesn't like girls, but that's all.

The happy Mo Su looked away and smiled at Zhang Ling.

But Zhang Ling has been following Mo Su's line of sight since just now, and now seeing Mo Su smiling like a flower that has bloomed too much, he can't help frowning, "Does Xie Zifang have any magic power? Can you see him?" So happy at a glance?"

"...No..." Although from a certain point of view, what Zhang Ling said was correct, but when she said it like this, it seemed to turn in a strange direction.

Zhang Ling snorted, "What's so good about him? He has a dull face all day long. Although he is handsome, he seems to be in a daze all day long, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about!"

Mo Su couldn't agree with this statement. Although Xie Zifang did seem to be in a daze all day long, but...everyone has the freedom to be in a daze. You can't blame others for this!

He scratched his head, "Then what's good about me? I only have a face, and I can't do anything except play games. Why do you like me?"

Zhang Ling was choked for a moment, opened his mouth, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and finally said in a choked voice: "You still know that you can't do anything. But, I just like you and can't do anything, how about it?"

Mo Su was speechless, and if he raised his argument to this point, there was really nothing to say.

But in fact, Zhang Ling was also very speechless. It was the first time in his life that he pursued a boy so desperately, and was even asked: What do you like about me!

Zhang Ling felt that she was quite a failure. Of course, falling in love with Mo Su was a failure at the beginning. She knew that Mo Su was not a person suitable for dating at all. Sometimes he was too sensitive, and sometimes he was too careless.Most people can't find the balance point in the middle.

But Zhang Ling couldn't forget that during the final review exercise of the military training, they stood in line for two hours on the plastic playground at the hottest time of the year, doing nothing, just waiting for the military training instructors to discuss Sequence and route of travel.

That day she was standing in the outermost row, where the sun was shining, and she couldn't help but shed tears after two hours of roasting.

But just so suddenly, the skinny boy standing in front of her suddenly got out of line and stood in front of her side to help her block the scorching sun that was shining on her.

Zhang Ling had watched that back view for two hours before that, but felt nothing.After that, she watched it for another hour and couldn't get it out of her mind.

She thought that the boy would come to strike up a conversation with her after that, so every time she passed him, she had to carefully pay attention to his every move, for fear that she would miss any subtle expression of his and make him fail to strike up a conversation.

But after a long time, Zhang Ling discovered that, in fact, that boy never remembered her at all.

But she really wants him to remember.