Xueba looks at me with more loving eyes

"Brother, we have PE class today." Ding Xiangming put his arms around Wen Mian's neck.

Wen Mian shivered, and Ding Xiangming also shivered: "So excited?"

Their Guicheng No. [-] Middle School is the best school in Guicheng, and it is naturally the same in sports. Every year, there are many sports students. Even a few years ago, there was a football player who directly became the national football team, and there were a few basketball players. Into the professional league team.

Therefore, during the intense study time, the school does not forget to spare time for students to exercise.

Senior high school students can play in the first half of the senior high school term, and there are all kinds of intramural competitions in basketball, football, and badminton. The competition will start in the second week of school.

Wen Mian played football last year, but the level of football played in his class was very average. Basically, Wen Mian was the only one who could turn the tide. He even left the school in the second semester of his sophomore year, leading Class [-] to fight with other schools. The wheel came back with a feather.

What Ding Xiangming saw was beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Because Wen Mian is better at playing basketball, he usually plays basketball with his friends a lot. After the sophomore class in high school, he and Gu Zhiyuan were in the same class. Gu Zhiyuan was first invited to the basketball team, and Wen Mian simply joined the football team.

The basketball team came to persuade them for two days, but the football team had more people, they stopped in front of the basketball team, overwhelmed the basketball team with their numbers and momentum, and saved Wen Mian.

Ding Xiangming couldn't bear his brothers, so he had to join the football team together.

There are only so many people in a class, and a football team and a basketball team are tight, so some classes only have one team. Wen Mian was also lucky last year. There were [-] classes and ten football teams, and the seventh class had a bye. Super performance in the sleep finals.

It's just that after a dozen matches in the city, the football match of the seventh class was basically over-the confidence was frustrated.

Wen Mian didn't have any interest in dragging it out. He originally planned not to join any team this year.

After all, Gu Zhiyuan is still on the basketball team. He has been playing on the basketball team for a year. No matter how unlovable Gu Zhiyuan is, the players also turn to him.

Wen Mian is not going to make fun of himself.

Ding Xiangming went back last night and tried to play games and read books at the same time. He turned on his voice, and had sex with the girl who had spent half the summer vacation.

The girl is very shy, she basically doesn't speak, she beats by hand, occasionally she will utter one or two syllables to prove her gender, her voice is soft and waxy, and Ding Xiangming's courtship is burning.

Yesterday he glanced at the book while typing, and unconsciously said, "Can Planck be a human being? Who the hell understands these twists and turns."

There is one thing he didn't say, Wen Mian is not a man, he just opens his mouth and plays games while studying, is this possible?

This sentence was overheard by the girl, who was very considerate and asked him in the team channel: Did this person offend you?

Ding Xiangming laughed twice, thinking that the girl was really humorous and cute. After three seconds of laughing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Ding Xiangming racked his brains, and he tried to say another sentence: "Cao Xueqin can't speak clearly, so we have to guess."

His heart was pounding, and he thought, those who didn't choose physics might have forgotten Planck, but Cao Xueqin, even a student, couldn't help but remember.

The girl asked again: Is this person your friend?

Ding Xiangming: "..."

"Patter" Ding Xiangming's heart was broken.

He didn't care about how many complaints he would receive when we met again next time, so he just quit the game and lay on the bed in a daze.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to tell Wen Mian his pain that he thought he had met a goddess, who knew it was a primary school student, but thinking about it, Wen Mian would not comfort him, but would even mock him.

In order to forget about this matter, Ding Xiangming sat up and really started to read. After reading halfway, he couldn't read any more. He flipped through tomorrow's lessons boringly, and saw the physical education class he had specially marked, and he scratched his head.

Wait!

He and Wen Mian are planning not to join the team this year, because Wen Mian doesn't like Gu Zhiyuan.

But today, Wen Mian has made good friends with Gu Zhiyuan, and he automatically removes Wen Mian's words that he still hates Gu Zhiyuan from his mind.

Doesn't this mean that they might still join the basketball team!

Last year, only Gu Zhiyuan's Class [-] basketball team lost to Class [-] in the final, with a difference of three points. He was sure that if Wen Mian and him... mainly Wen Mian were there, their Class [-] would definitely be able to play in the market. Inner race.

The opportunity is coming!

Ding Xiangming directly left the primary school student sister behind, and whenever he had a chance today, he immediately moved towards Wen Mian.

Wen Mian also went to bed early last night, and he went to bed after eight o'clock, the child didn't sleep next door, and today he was frightened at home alone, very clingy.

He said it was okay, but he almost stuck to Wen Mian's body, wherever Wen Mian went, he also went, Wen Mian came out of the toilet, saw Gu Xiaoyuan standing at the door, so frightened that he almost didn't bounce back.

In the end, the two of them slept together.

Gu Xiaoyuan completely lost the self-reliance and self-improvement of the previous two days. Wen Mian woke up from lack of oxygen in the middle of the night, and found that Gu Zhiyuan was wrapped around him like a vine, but he didn't cry, and even smiled sweetly. Mian called softly, "Mom."

Wen Mian came up like a small explosive hammer.

Little bastard, can you speak human language?

That being said, Wen Mian still didn't tear the child off, he patted his back lightly: "Brother is here."

"Mom~" Gu Xiaoyuan insisted on not changing her address.

Wen Mian also insisted on calling her brother several times, and finally comforted him like a compromise: "Mom is here."

Gu Xiaoyuan stopped making trouble.

Wen Mian: "..."

He was so exhausted that he didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and when he woke up in the morning he was so tired that Gu Xiaoyuan felt comfortable and called him "brother" full of energy all morning, and Wen Mian was a little "brother ptsd".

"What's wrong with the physical education class." The football team of Class [-] has been disbanded, and Fang Feng is so excited in the physical education class.

Wen Mian thinks Ding Xiangming is stupid.

Ding Xiangming pondered for a while. He tried hard to rationalize Wen Mian's flattering behavior towards Gu Zhiyuan. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that Wen Mian wanted to join the basketball team, so he had to establish a good relationship with Gu Zhiyuan in advance.

Now that he has mentioned physical education class, why is Wen Mian not excited?

"Physical education class!" Ding Xiangming winked at him.

Wen Mian:?

Several members of the basketball team also noticed the movement here. Their brain circuit was exactly the same as that of Ding Xiangming. These people's eyes lit up. They glanced at Gu Zhiyuan and then at Wen Mian. Finally, the whole class turned their attention to the two of them. linger between.

Wen Mian was enlightened, and after awakening, he became angry.

Damn, whoever said that he has to curry favor with Gu Zhiyuan when he joins the basketball team, he can do 1on1, whoever wins gets into the team, and whoever loses gets out.

The reason why he didn't fight Gu Zhiyuan in the second year of high school was because he didn't plan to have a conflict with Gu Zhiyuan, and secondly, he felt that Gu Zhiyuan was the first to find Gu Zhiyuan.

He Wenmian, even if he didn't touch any balls this year in his third year of high school, he would definitely not join the basketball team!

The big deal is to get the football team back together.

Wen Mian curled her lips, and was about to make it clear to Ding Xiangming that he would never join the basketball team when the class bell rang.

Ding Xiangming winked at him and happily returned to his seat.

Wen Mian looked at the physics teacher who walked in, and had no choice but to swallow his breath.

Gu Zhiyuan showed a thoughtful expression towards his back.

After being misunderstood, Wen Mian was determined to stay away from Gu Zhiyuan, and expressed his meaning with actions.

The fourth class in the morning is the chemistry teacher who likes to procrastinate the class the most. Seeing that the bell rang for the end of get out of class, students from other classes filed out, and the chemistry teacher was still talking on the podium.

The students in the class couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Help, there will be no seats if you are late. You must know that there are a total of 48 classes in the school. Every meal time, the canteen and the canteen will be full. Is it a one-minute delay? That is the living space of sardines. .

After finally waiting for the chemistry teacher to finish speaking, when Wen Mian and the others arrived at the canteen, the canteen was already full.

There is no vacant seat for him to choose today, Wen Mian is going to drag Ding Xiangming to sit in a random corner.

"Wen Mian!" Jiang Lin waved to him enthusiastically.

Jiang Lin was the captain of the basketball team of Class [-], and also the monitor of Class [-]. He was considered a good guy, so Wen Mian was unprepared. He thought Jiang Lin asked them to take the vacant seats, but he walked beside Jiang Lin.

It turns out that the vacancy is indeed a vacancy, but this vacancy...

Wen Mian turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother, there are no other vacancies. It's better for us, the monitor, to find one for you." Ding Xiangming hurried up to suppress him, and squeezed him across from Gu Zhiyuan.

Wen Mian wanted to say fart again, he is not blind yet, isn't there one next to him.

Before he could say a word, Jiang Lin took two steps to the side, pulling his knowledgeable classmates to fill up the vacancy.

Wen Mian had no choice but to look at other places. Just after he took a second look, Ding Xiangming had already put the dinner plate away, and then pushed him down on the seat with both hands.

Wen Mian: "..."

Is this group of bastards rebellious?

Gu Zhiyuan won't eat two more bites, so run away with the plate.

Looking back at this, Zhiyuan didn't move, he ate quietly, as if he didn't know the undercurrent surging in front of his eyes.

Wen Mian sat down, it would be embarrassing to leave, so he had to eat quietly.

In order to run quickly, Wen Mian took a mouthful of food and food, desperately feeding it into his mouth like a robot, and Gu Zhiyuan's methodical and slow hand movements also sped up along with it.

"Look, isn't it quite harmonious?" The people who were watching the movement not far away started chatting.

"Yeah, I used to think that the two of them standing together would be able to drop ice balls, but now I see that both of them are handsome guys, and the picture is very harmonious, isn't it?" Someone nodded frantically.

"That's great. It's our power forward and our point guard." Jiang Lin's eyes were shining, and he had already seen the bright prospect of them entering the city game.

Wen Mian: "..." The ability of this group of people to talk to themselves is getting stronger and stronger.

And has his position been decided now?

Wait, Jiang Lin didn't name Daoming, why can't he be a PF (power forward).

Wen Mian scraped the last mouthful of rice into his mouth, and Gu Zhiyuan who was opposite him also finished eating, and they both stood up at the same time.

Wen Mian: "..." MD stands early, he is ten centimeters shorter than Gu Zhiyuan, and his aura is really unfriendly when facing him at close range.

The author has something to say:

The thing is, I haven't watched basketball games... In fact, I watch a lot of football games

Really writing about the game is probably full of slots in my genre of basketball games, I will work hard

The point is not the basketball game, but the passion for playing basketball! (no)

Tomorrow will start a single change,