The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Autumn in Luohai City still continues the heat of summer, but the sun is not as fierce as it was a few days ago, so the school basketball team moved the recruiting match from the gymnasium to the Beiyuan open-air basketball court.

At 08:30 in the morning, the recruiting competition has not yet started, but there are already many freshmen in the basketball court who are going to self-study in the morning.

Zhao Linzheng was carrying mineral water from the waiting room profusely. Guan Cheng came over and asked him, "Have you got the scoreboard and the referee whistle? How many of each have you prepared?"

Zhao Lin threw the whole box of water on the ground with a "bang", slapped his forehead angrily and said, "I forgot in the dormitory! I'll call my roommate now."

"Okay, it's okay, there's no rush." ​​Guan Cheng nodded helplessly, and bent down to help him move the water to the stadium.

After Guan Cheng counted the items on the referee's table, Zhao Lin came back from the phone call. He sat down on the stool with his head drooping.

"What's wrong? Are you tired?" Guan Cheng kicked his stool and asked.

Zhao Lin immediately sighed, and said: "Xie Xueba resigned when he said he would resign, and he even chose the day when I was not in the team, and I didn't have the chance to see him for the last time. Give it to him, and he will definitely not forget it."

Guan Cheng paused his hands for tidying the table, and glanced at him with a wooden face: "He works part-time at Yipin Bookstore, if you miss him, go find him, and don't blame others in front of me."

After all, he turned and walked towards the gymnasium.

"Hey, Guan Cheng! What do you mean, what do you mean I blame others?" Zhao Lin stood up and chased after him, "They are all brothers who have been in the same team for so long, don't you want to thank Xueba?"

"I don't mean anything, but do you just treat him like a brother? I don't want to expose you..." Guan Cheng stopped, but didn't look back. "There are many things today, I don't want to quarrel with you."

Zhao Lin went around to stop him, grabbed his collar and glared at him: "What do you mean, tell me clearly!"

Guan Cheng still looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhao Lin was anxious and raised his fist, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

"What's going on?" Jiang Muye came out of the lounge, just in time to see this scene, he went up to grab Zhao Lin's fist, kicked him, and pushed him away.

Jiang Muye looked at the two people with different expressions, and scolded: "Aren't you free?"

"Captain!" Zhao Lin stood firm, and immediately shouted, "I'm talking about Xie Xueba, it's Guan Cheng who made it difficult for me first!"

Hearing Xie Xingzhou's name, Jiang Muye's expression turned cold instantly.

He looked at Zhao Lin with a chuckle and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me why Xie Xueba resigned for several days and didn't come to see us in the team. I also heard that you and Xie Xueba broke up. Is it true?" Zhao Lin said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Cheng on the side gave a "tsk", looking at him like a fool.

"You really want to know?" Jiang Muye looked at Zhao Lin, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

Zhao Lin realized later, he hesitated: "I..."

"Since you are so free, go and wipe the floor of the lounge again." Jiang Muye snorted coldly, knocked Zhao Lin away and walked out of the gymnasium.

"You're stupid." Guan Cheng also left.

Zhao Lin: "..."

Guan Cheng followed Jiang Muye out of the gymnasium, stood on the long steps at the entrance of the gymnasium and looked towards the outdoor basketball court.

I saw that Jiang Muye had already hugged the basketball by himself, found a basket and shot it——

He shot three-pointers hard, but it didn't look like he was going to make them. The basketball hit the backboard repeatedly and made a loud noise.

The basketball bounced back, Jiang Muye caught it and threw it, hitting the backboard again, the bang bang even covered up the noise of the playground, a shot looked like he was fighting with someone.

Guan Cheng shook his head, and walked down the steps to organize a recruiting competition.

Those who participated in the recruiting competition had already arrived, Guan Cheng divided them into teams, and the competition officially started half an hour later.

Although the recruiting competition was not as attractive as the team's usual games, the audience still surrounded the basketball court.

The game is divided into morning and afternoon. During the morning game, Kong Rui and the old team members have been watching the game all the time, and they have already made up their minds.

After the game in the afternoon, the whole team gathered at the referee table to screen the players participating in the selection.

In the end, they eliminated Han Ruiping, who had the most intentional fouls, from the three people identified in the primary election.

"Okay, now that the result has been decided, I'll go first, and you will notify the new players to participate in training." Kong Rui handed the voting results to Guan Cheng.

After Kong Rui left, the whole team except Jiang Muye who sat aside expressionlessly, looking not very interested, the rest of the team had nothing to do, discussing where to have a dinner together.

Suddenly a basketball flew over from behind them, if Jiang Muye hadn't caught it quickly, it would have hit Zhao Lin on the head.

"I don't accept it!" Han Ruiping stood at the gate of the gymnasium and looked at them angrily.

Several people turned around and looked at him strangely.

Han Ruiping said again: "I want to challenge your captain one-on-one!"

The opponent's tone was serious, and the team members turned their heads to look at the displeased Jiang Muye, and whistled gloatingly.

Zhao Lin immediately stood up and said with a smile: "It's up to you? A villain who can only foul, what qualifications does he have to challenge our captain?"

"Why do you say I fouled?" Han Ruiping retorted, "The team belongs to you, you don't want anyone to enter, so naturally you have something to say, if you don't dare to challenge me, it only shows that you are guilty, your captain is a coward! "

"Fuck!" The people in the team were all short-tempered. They couldn't hear Han Ruiping's big talk, so they all stood up from the stools and moved their wrists, as if they wanted to beat Han Ruiping up.

Han Ruiping was alone and weak, but he had a lot of courage, and he didn't look afraid at all, he just stared at Jiang Muye.

"Come on." Seeing this, Jiang Muye laughed and stood up holding the ball.

He threw the ball to Han Ruiping, looked at him with a strong sense of oppression and said, "You can continue to foul, and you will win if you score one goal."

"Fuck, who do you look down on!" Han Ruiping said angrily.

Jiang Muye grabbed a handful of hair from his forehead and walked into the field, started to move his wrists and ankles, and looked at him coldly: "Stop fucking nonsense, get out if you don't want to fight!"

"You..." Han Ruiping gritted his teeth, holding the ball up and down.

The team members on the side immediately roared with laughter: "You bastard! You bastard!"

"Just hit it!" Han Ruiping also went on the court with the ball in his arms, looked at Jiang Muye and said, "You said it, if I score a goal, I will win, so let me enter the school team."

Jiang Muye gave a disdainful "Yes", and didn't even bother to look at him.

In the first round of five goals, Han Ruiping kicked off the ball, but Jiang Muye intercepted it shortly after and scored a backhand goal.

The next second ball, third ball...the fifth ball, without exception, all belonged to Jiang Muye.

At the end of the round, Han Ruiping did not score a single goal. He was sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion. He looked at Jiang Muye, who was breathing calmly, indignantly, and was too embarrassed to speak.

The people around laughed even louder, "Do you think Captain Mu is in vain? Hahahaha you can't control yourself..."

Jiang Muye glanced at Han Ruiping and threw the ball to him: "Again, two wins out of three."

Han Ruiping held the ball so hard that his fingertips turned white. He gritted his teeth dissatisfied, and Jiang Muye's words "You can continue to foul" flashed in his mind.

In this case……

In this round, Han Ruiping kicked off and Jiang Muye defended.

Han Ruiping jumped up and made a fake move, then turned sideways in a strange posture, and slammed into Jiang Muye's lower abdomen with his elbows.

Han Ruiping happened to bump into Jiang Muye's tattoo that had just scabbed. When they were playing, their bodies were moving. The next second they collided, they staggered from each other. A large piece of the scab on Jiang Muye's tattoo was rubbed off. .

With a muffled grunt, he reluctantly intercepted the ball, and then made a three-pointer without giving Han Ruiping a chance.

For the next few balls, Jiang Muye didn't even give Han Ruiping a chance to meet him, and his speed was more than double that of the previous round, taking five balls with ease.

At the end of the second round, Jiang Muye took a deep breath, lifted his jersey to take a look at the tattoo, and wiped off the blood beads that came out after the scab fell off.

Seeing this, Guan Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother Mu, if you forget about it, don't care about it with someone like him if you are injured."

"It's okay." Jiang Muye put down his clothes and threw the ball at Han Ruiping again, "Come again, in the last round, I'll give you another chance to hit the ball."

Han Ruiping was already so tired that his legs were trembling. In fact, he had already lost after two rounds, but he was the one who made the provocation first. Now facing Jiang Muye's invitation to fight, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and play .

In the third game, Han Ruiping still kicked off, Jiang Muye intercepted the ball with an injury, and then shot a three-pointer, which perfectly reproduced the opening of the first two games.

It's just that the round was not halfway through, Han Ruiping's feet softened and he knelt on the ground, and coincidentally knelt in front of Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye stopped throwing the ball, stepped on the ball, and looked down at him with a sneer: "Are you convinced?"

"Heh." Panting, Han Ruiping got up from the ground.

Although he looked unconvinced, he looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing him like this, the surrounding team members were all laughing up and down.

Han Ruiping was completely enraged by the ridicule, he straightened up and yelled at Jiang Muye: "Jiang Muye, what the hell are you doing? You are so powerful, why do you still want to be cuckolded? You are here to compete with me At that time, maybe that Xie Xingzhou was flirting with the owner of Yipin Bookstore, you have the ability to catch|rape him, but losing your temper on me is nothing..."

"Bang—" Jiang Muye's basketball hit Han Ruiping's face.

"You fucking say it again!" Jiang Muye grabbed Han Ruiping by the collar, knocked him to the ground, and punched him down.

Han Ruiping turned his head slightly, but Jiang Muye's fist couldn't be retracted with all his strength, it directly hit the rough ground of the court, and he didn't even feel that a layer of skin was scraped off his joints.

After that, he didn't give Han Ruiping a chance to react, and he withdrew his fist and punched again.

Han Ruiping had no power to fight back, but he still shouted and repeated what he said just now, angering Jiang Muye over and over again.

Seeing this, the team members stepped forward one after another and pulled Jiang Muye away: "Captain, captain, stop fighting!"

"Get the fuck out of here!" Jiang Muye's eyes were blazing with anger, they were frighteningly red, he broke free from the fighters, and punched Han Ruiping again.

The team members stepped forward persistently, and finally pulled him away, "Captain, stop fighting, let's do it!"

Finally, Guan Cheng took Jiang Muye away.

Han Ruiping frantically got up and wanted to run, but was grabbed by the back collar by four or five Gao Ma Da Di team members, and dragged him to the back door of the gymnasium.

"Let go of me, you are gathering a crowd to fight! I want to sue you!" Han Ruiping screamed.

"I'm sorry, the surveillance in the stadium just went down two days ago, we promise not to slap you in the face."

Han Ruiping: "...I was wrong, please stop fighting!"

"Brother Mu, where are you going?" Guan Cheng followed Jiang Muye out of the gymnasium.

It was already afternoon, the noon sun was hidden in the thick clouds, the sky was gloomy, and the air was filled with the breath of rain.

The direction Jiang Muye went was the main gate.

Guan Cheng's heart froze, and he grabbed him: "Brother Mu, are you really listening to that Han Ruiping's nonsense?"

Jiang Muye didn't speak, but the air pressure was terribly low.

"Go get some medicine first, your hands and tattoos..." Guan Cheng said helplessly.

tattoo?

Jiang Muye was slightly stunned, and then he felt that it was really painful to remove the formed scab abruptly.

And this thing was for Xie Xingzhouwen, Jiang Muye pressed down on his abdomen, feeling the pain and feeling angry at himself like a joke.

He smiled sarcastically, sobered up instantly, and turned back to the gym without saying a word.

"Brother Mu, what Han Ruiping said is definitely not true, but you can go to Xie Xingzhou if you have time, calm down and clear up the misunderstanding." Guan Cheng followed behind him.

"Misunderstanding?" Jiang Muye paused and turned to look at Guan Cheng.

Guan Cheng was puzzled and said, "Isn't it a misunderstanding? I remember that you had conflicts before, and Xie Xingzhou came back soon to find you, too?"

Jiang Muye was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

Indeed, he knew Xie Xingzhou's temperament. No matter what conflicts occurred in the past, Xie Xingzhou was the first to subdue him. Even for such a big matter as Su Ruan, Xie Xingzhou came back and begged him not to abandon himself...

What is it this time?

Could it be that because he decided to treat Xie Xingzhou a little better, Xie Xingzhou can control his emotions at will?

He wanted to see how Xie Xingzhou dared to flirt with anyone other than him.

"Don't follow." Jiang Muye warned Guan Cheng, turned around and continued walking towards the school gate.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, there was a sudden downpour of rain in the sky, and the guests of Yipin Bookstore rushed back to their dormitories, and there were very few people left in the store.

Duan Jize had time to go to the warehouse to move raw materials. He suffered from an old ankle disease, so he had to stop and rest for a while after moving a few boxes.

Xie Xingzhou walked over with a tube of plaster in his hand, handed it to Duan Jize, and said, "Brother Yu Ze, your ankle hurts when it rains, this medicine is very useful."

Duan Jize was taken aback, took Xie Xingzhou's medicine, and asked, "Thank you, but how do you know that my ankle is an old injury?"

Xie Xingzhou didn't speak or explain, just smiled at Duan Jize, turned around and went to the bar.

Duan Jize looked at his back for a long time, and after a while, he looked down at the plaster in his hand thoughtfully.

When Duan Jize finished moving the raw materials on the truck and returned to the bar in the front hall, the jacket was covered with water droplets.

Xie Xingzhou wanted to wipe him with a dry towel, but Duan Jize felt a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse.

But Xie Xingzhou insisted: "Brother, you can't see the water on your back, let me wipe it for you."

"Let Tangtang come..." Duan Jize declined, but he looked around but couldn't see Yu Tangtang's figure, so he had no choice but to let it go, and Xie Xingzhou wiped it carefully for him.

But for some reason, when Xie Xingzhou was next to him, he didn't feel the same repulsion as others, but felt kind.

It's just that I always feel that there is a sharp gaze staring at him, making him feel like a light on his back.

After Xie Xingzhou finished wiping, Duan Jize zipped up the jacket, looked up at the window seat facing him, and realized what he felt just now——

A guest wearing a black ball uniform was staring at them intently, his eyes were as black as ink, and his hand holding the glass was tightly clenched, as if he was about to crush the glass stem.

And his fist joints were dripping with blood, as if he had just fought with someone.

Duan Jize thought for a moment, walked into the bar, and took out a band-aid from the cabinet.

Xie Xingzhou saw what was in his hand, and immediately asked with concern: "Brother Yu Ze, are you injured?"

"No, it's not me, it's the customer over there who might need it." Duan Jize replied, holding a band-aid and preparing to walk there.

Xie Xingzhou followed the sound and looked at Jiang Muye with cannibalistic eyes.

His heart froze, he grabbed Duan Jize's wrist and stopped him.

"I'll go." Xie Xingzhou held his breath slightly, and took the band-aid from Duan Jize's hand.

Duan Jize hesitated for a second, then nodded: "That's fine, but that guest doesn't seem to be in a good mood, call me if you can't handle it."

"Okay." Xie Xingzhou couldn't help clenching his palms, and walked towards Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye watched Xie Xingzhou walk over without saying a word, and stood beside him.

Xie Xingzhou didn't ask him why he came, but just put the Band-Aid by his hand, and turned to leave without saying a word.

When he turned around, Jiang Muye grabbed his wrist violently.

Xie Xingzhou froze slightly, first glanced at Duan Jize at the bar, watched Duan Jize go to the warehouse, and then turned to look at Jiang Muye.

It was pouring rain outside the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, and the rainwater poured down from the glass, covering the book bar like a closed underwater world.

The two looked at each other, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere around them was weird and gloomy.

After a while, Xie Xingzhou couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed his wrist, "Let go, I still have to work."

Jiang Muye didn't let it go, but raised his injured hand and asked Xie Xingzhou: "Paste it on me."

Xie Xingzhou frowned, the phrase "why" was about to be blurted out but was suppressed by him.

A few seconds later, he compromised and turned around, picked up the band-aid, tore it off, and pressed hard on Jiang Muye's wound.

Jiang Muye groaned in pain and curled up his palms.

Xie Xingzhou took the opportunity to turn around and leave, but was caught by Jiang Muye who stood up suddenly, and he stumbled and dragged him to the back between several rows of bookshelves as tall as two people.