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Wang Bing stood on the podium, with a smile on his face, closed the textbook, and said: "Our class is about to elect a class committee. If you have this intention, you can participate boldly. The day after tomorrow, we will use the time of the last self-study class. Just run for it."

After finishing speaking, she stepped off the podium, called Zhang Ailin up with a smile, and went to the office by roll call.

At the beginning, there was a straightforward sentence: "I want you to be a disciplinary committee member, how about it?"

Before Wang Bing could continue, Zhang Ailin shook her head like a rattle, and she quickly refused: "It's not suitable."

Wang Bing raised his thermos cup, swallowed a sip of water, and said slowly: "I will write your name on the day of the election. Whether you can be elected is not up to you, but to everyone."

There is a little devil in the class, points are deducted every time he does not move, who else can be the disciplinary committee member except Zhang Ailin?

It's better to go with the flow and assign this task directly to Zhang Ailin, and let her manage herself well.

Wang Bing's little abacus was playing in his heart, but on the surface he still looked indifferent.

Back in class, Zhou Zhou saw Zhang Ailin with a bitter face, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhang Ailin sat down on the chair and said.

"Class selection committee, do you want to participate?" Zhou Zhou approached cautiously, and after saying these few words, cold sweat broke out in his palms.She kept fiddling with the signature pen in her hand.

This sentence directly hit Zhang Ailin's sore spot.

Participate or not?Is there room for her to choose?

"Do not want to."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhou nodded, talking to Zhang Ailin, feeling as if he had exhausted all the vocabulary in his life.My mind was blank, and I couldn't squeeze it out anymore.

Zhang Ailin only felt that Zhou Zhou was noisy.

Zhou Zhou took out a stack of papers from under the pencil case, and the exact same content was copied on seven or eight papers.

Zhou Zhou wrote the schedule seven or eight times.My own handwriting is always not good enough.

She picked it again, chose the word she was most satisfied with, and glanced at Zhang Ailin secretly: "Well, did you copy the class schedule?"

"No."

Zhou Zhou put the piece of paper in his hand on the table, gently pushed it to Zhang Ailin's table with his fingers, and said, "I have an extra copy here. If you don't mind it, use it."

Zhang Ailin stretched out her hand, picked up the piece of paper on the table, held it up in the air, and scanned it up and down.

What caught the eye was the neat and tidy lower case letters.

Surprised at first, no one has ever done such a thing for her.Then this surprise turned into a little touch, because of this sudden kindness.

"You wrote it?" Zhang Ailin rubbed the note with her fingertips, turned her head, and asked Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou saw Zhang Ailin's movements.feel some.

I dare not look into her eyes.

"Ah."

"Thank you." Zhang Ailin said.

Zhou Zhou quickly raised his head and said, "No, no, my handwriting has always been stingy, just don't dislike me!

I really, really like your handwriting, it's very bold, sharp, chic, and beautiful! "

When these words were spoken, Zhou Zhou couldn't take them back even if he wanted to.

"Oh, what's the point of saying that, like an idiot!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ailin gave a snort, looked at Zhou Zhou, laughed, and repeated Zhou Zhou's words: "It's very atmospheric, very sharp, very chic, and very good-looking."

This was the first time Zhang Ailin smiled at Zhou Zhou. At that moment, Zhou Zhou was so nervous that she took off the paint on the pen holder with her nails.She thought secretly in her heart, that should be a picture she would never forget in her whole life.

"Do you want to join us in the next physical education class?" Zhou Zhou asked, feeling uneasy.

Zhou Zhou has hardly seen anyone accompanying Zhang Ailin.

"No, I won't go to physical education class." Zhang Ailin said seriously.

The idea is good, but the result is not satisfactory.Without waiting for class, Wang Bing rushed into the classroom door, staring at Zhang Ailin fiercely with both eyes, and watched Zhang Ailin walk to the playground.

Looking up is the sun.hot.

Seeing the physical education teacher standing in front of her talking with joy on her face, Zhang Ailin was already sweating. Next to her was Zhou Zhou, with a serious face, listening seriously.

"Okay, our next task is nothing, just dribble the basketball, and I will divide everyone into groups.

These four, one group, those four, one group, the last four, one group, and the last four, the last four. "

Finally, the physical education teacher looked at the remaining two people, Zhou Zhou and Zhang Ailin, and said, "The two of you are left alone."

Holding a basketball in his arms, Zhou Zhou stared blankly at Zhang Ailin.

Zhang Ailin also stood there, staring at Zhou Zhou in a daze.

"Well, if you don't want to come to the physical education class, you can leave. It's fine for me to practice alone." Zhou Zhou said.

"Okay." Zhang Ailin responded, and strode towards the school supermarket.

It's sunny and hot, and it's difficult for anyone to play golf.

Zhou Zhou looked at the back of Zhang Ailin who turned around and left, and felt a little bit of bitterness in her heart. She smiled and shook her head as if to comfort herself.

No matter how much I look forward to staying together in my heart, I will always say the most opposite words on my mouth.

Zhang Ailin brought a bottle of water from the supermarket, bought a popsicle along the way, wandered around the school for a long time, teased the birds, patted the cat, and walked the road of changing weather. She only felt that the day was getting hotter and hotter.

Where is it comfortable to stay in the classroom.

Thinking of this idea, Zhang Ailin walked on the way when she came here. When she passed the playground, she glanced in the direction of the basketball court and saw many people surrounded by the court, and Zhou Zhou was in the middle of the court.

Eight boys, two groups, occupied three basketball hoops, passing three balls back and forth in their hands.

Each group has one ball, and the third extra ball is not someone else's, it was snatched by Zhou Zhou.

After Zhang Ailin patted her ass and left, Zhou Zhou practiced shooting under the basketball hoop alone. In the eyes of the restless little boy next to him, he always wanted to tease the little house sparrow who was alone.

Taking a step forward, he reached under the backboard and intercepted Zhou Zhou's basketball, provocatively hooking his fingers: "Zhou Zhou, I'll return it to you if you can grab it." Saying that, he threw it to another companion playfully.

Without saying a word, Zhou Zhou ran towards the boy, about to reach for the basketball in his hand.

Unexpectedly, he raised his hand to make a shot, the basketball was thrown out of his hand, hit the basket, and shouted: "Strike!"

Immediately afterwards, another boy quickly dodged, snatched the basketball, dribbled the ball, ran towards Zhou Zhou, spun around Zhou Zhou for a circle, and hit the basketball hard with his broad palm, the ball bounced off the ground. Raise your hands to push the basketball toward the hoop.

The basketball circled the hoop for a circle, and finally rolled down from the outside of the hoop.

"Almost." The boy said with a smile.

Zhou Zhou's eyes were fixed on the basketball, and she only had one thought in her mind, which was to snatch the basketball back with her own hands.

But how could she, a girl who had never touched basketball much, win it back from seven or eight veteran players.

On that court, Zhou Zhou just ran back and forth with a few people, exhausted from running, and there was always a slight difference every time, but every time the ball was passed to another position.

Not long after, Zhou Zhou was already sweating profusely and out of breath, with his hands on his waist, looking at the boys coming and going in front of him.

"Zhou Zhou, do you want this basketball? Just tell me, and we'll give it back to you." One of the boys felt that it was really boring, so he said to Zhou Zhou.

One sentence may be easy for others, but it is difficult for Zhou Zhou.

Show weakness?

impossible.

Zhou Zhou was born with a kind of stubbornness in her bones, and this stubbornness drove her. She would rather run panting and out of breath under the hands of several boys because she didn't have the ability to snatch it back, and she didn't want to open her mouth and say such a word.

So, Zhou Zhou looked around at the boys around him, raised his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, let out a long breath, took a step, and rushed towards the boy with the basketball in his hand.

Everyone could see that Zhou Zhou's steps were difficult and his movements became slower.But this little girl has a temper that refuses to admit defeat, which makes everyone find it interesting

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"Just talk when you're tired, we're not easy to talk to."

Zhou Zhou heard a boy behind him and said so.

She ignored him and just stared at the basketball.

The person in front of him crossed his left and right hands and dribbled the basketball. As Zhou Zhou pressed on step by step, he retreated slowly.

Just as Zhou Zhou was about to reach out to pat the basketball, he suddenly slapped it to the right, and the ball jumped in front of another boy next to him.

The other boy took the ball, saw Zhou Zhou rushing towards him again, and then slapped it back, and it returned to the boy just now.

Zhou Zhou was doing useless work back and forth among these few people. She knew that she was being played around, but she was unconvinced in her heart and wanted to grab the basketball back.

The sound of laughter on the basketball court attracted students watching in twos and threes. After a while, the crowd on the basketball court gradually increased.

"Who is that girl? Why is she playing with eight boys alone?" a voice whispered from below.

"I don't know. You must be very capable." There was a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"What are you two talking about? Didn't you see how tired he was? I guess he was bullied by those boys."

Hearing the conversations of the girls next to him, Fangzheng felt uncomfortable.

He pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his face, and was about to take the step of punishing evil and promoting good, but unexpectedly, he was suddenly pushed away from behind, and with the strength he was about to move forward, he almost didn't stand up. Steady, stagger forward.

None of these complacent people on the court expected a figure to suddenly appear from the crowd next to them.

That man was too fast. Before the boy who was dribbling the ball had time to react, the basketball in his hand had already been snatched away.

Including Zhou Zhou, everyone on the field looked at the man who appeared suddenly.

When he raised his eyes to see who that person was, Zhou Zhou's eyes sparkled with endless surprise.

Zhou Zhou's snatched basketball is now bouncing up and down obediently under Zhang Ailin's hands.

Zhang Ailin looked at the few in front of her, snorted coldly with disdain, and said:

"A few old men, it's really okay to steal things from other people's little girls."