The bully thought he was wearing a book

The preliminary round of the fifth middle school basketball game ended in the morning. Liao Zhengyi was well informed and asked a classmate from another arena to get the scores of each game. He didn't know if he didn't ask. The score was not so wide, and their class really became No. 1 in the group stage.

He was dazed for a while by the great news, and then he remembered to tell Qi Hangzhi.

Strange to say, after the match with Class [-], he went to the equipment room with Feng Chen and Du Feng to get clothes, but Qi Hangzhi disappeared with Yi Huai.

Later, they went back to watch the next game, and Qi Gou came over after more than half of the fight. They probably didn't bother to move forward, so they sat down in the last row. They seemed to be in a good mood, and they didn't know if it was because they won the game or something else. what.

Liao Zhengyi ran over several rows of steps to Qi Hangzhi's side, and said excitedly: "Qi Dog, let me tell you, our class has entered the final!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a circle of people surrounded him immediately, asking him if it was true.

Liao Zhengyi then reported the scores of the winners of the remaining games, and the highest class was two points behind them.

Du Feng let out a "huh" and said, "Fortunately, Yi Huai scored that three-pointer in the end."

Liao Zheng thought that this was really the case. If Yi Huai hadn't caught Feng Chen's ball and threw a three-pointer casually, then the chance of the final would have been lost.

"Your puppy is really good, remember to go back and give some rewards." Liao Zheng looked at Qi Hangzhi with a smile, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, what about others, why haven't they come back yet?"

"I'm taking a shower in the dormitory, I should go to the cafeteria now." Qi Hang said casually.

Facts proved that his guess was accurate. When the four of them went to the cafeteria to eat, Yi Huai had already arrived. He was sitting on a table by the window, picking out the onion from the dish with a full face of disgust, and transferred it to the dinner plate without filling it. that grid.

Liao Zhengyi called him, "Yi Huai, can we sit there?"

Yi Huai was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at them, when his eyes touched Qi Hangzhi, he seemed to be burned, and immediately moved away.

Liao Zhengyi was confused by his reaction: "Success or not?"

Yi Huai nodded sullenly.

So a few people went to Yi Huai's table with their dishes. Feng Chen took the lead and sat in the opposite corner farthest from Yi Huai. Liao Zhengyi and Du Feng looked at each other and tacitly reserved the seat opposite Yi Huai Gave it to Qi Hang.

There were two small piles of pickled coriander and green peppers in the space of Yi Huai's dinner plate compared to just now, Qi Hang glanced straight at it: "You are so picky?"

"...It's okay, not too picky." Yi Huai replied stiffly.

Liao Zhengyi asked: "So you are the only ones who don't eat these three things?"

"There are onions and garlic in addition to seasoning, eggplant with skin, fish with many spines, chicken feet without bones, fat meat from mammals, parts of beef offal, and all offal from pigs," Yi said. Huai paused, "That's all I can think of right now, maybe there are others that I won't discover until I eat."

Liao Zhengyi laughed "puchi": "Isn't that too picky?"

He turned his head and asked Qi Hangzhi: "What do you think, Qi Dog?"

Qi Hang said "um", and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "It's a bit difficult to raise."

Yi Huai kept hanging his head and didn't look at Qi Hangzhi. He found another shredded onion, and complained in a low voice while pinching it: "Why does the master in the canteen like to put onions so much? Don't you feel like weeping while cutting it?"

"Maybe he cut it in water, and cutting it in water won't irritate the eyes." Du Feng said.

"Cutting in water?" Yi Huai repeated in a daze, "Isn't it necessary to float up for a change of breath after a single cut?"

Liao Zhengyi paused for a moment, but he still couldn't help laughing. Only then did Yi Huai realize that Du Feng meant to put the onion in the water alone, and his ears turned red.

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows straight up, he realized that Yi Huai would become a little dazed when he was shy, and compared with the flamboyant boy in the competition, he was completely different.

Du Feng reminded Liao Zhengyi: "Stop laughing, haven't you told him something serious yet?"

"Oh, yes," Liao Zhengyi calmed down, "Yi Huai, did you know that we're in the finals?"

Yi Huai couldn't care less about continuing to be awkward with Qi Hang, and suddenly raised his head in his direction: "Really?"

"Really, but the third class is really awesome, you have to be prepared." Liao Zhengyi said.

Du Feng was afraid that Yi Huai would be under pressure, so he said: "Actually, we are already very good at taking second place this time, even if we lose in the end, it doesn't matter."

Although the team in their class was not favored before, at least these people in the team did not say anything cowardly, but now Yi Huai heard that Du Feng and Liao Zhengyi changed his tone, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Are they there?" How awesome is it?"

Liao Zheng gave him an analysis while eating: "The center of the third class is called You Shupei, some people call him the block king, because he is tall, so he likes to cover hot pot, and his layup skills are also good. He can be regarded as the MVP of the third class team. Besides, their point guard and small forward are not bad. In fact, the overall level of these few people is not as good as you and Qi Gou, but they can't hold back. They played together in junior high school. existence of the field."

"You lose compensation?" Yi Huai murmured, "This name is unlucky, because you lose and lose at the same time."

After hearing Liao Zhengyi's words, he probably has a good idea. The scary thing about the third class is not the MVP shot blocker, but the years of cooperation experience of several players. Even the NBA All-Star team is afraid of teammates. If there is no tacit understanding, the ability of the group cannot be exerted.

Yi Huai also took a bite: "Are the point guards and small forwards in their class shooting high?"

"It's better than ordinary people, but definitely not better than you." Du Feng said matter-of-factly.

Yi Huai let out a "huh" and said after swallowing the food, "The body is unbalanced during the confrontation. The point that they are stronger than the average person can be ignored, which means that the strongest in their class is the one..."

He had already forgotten the name of the center forward: "The one whose surname is Yan... No, the surname is Jiang? Vinegar?"

"You, You Shupei." Du Feng said.

"Yes, you," Yi Huai recalled, "Student You, who has lost and paid."

He went on to say: "The team in the third class is based on the advantages of You students. We will definitely not be able to play hard, but if you can cut off the connection between You students' scoring point and them, maybe it will still be possible. There's drama, but honestly, it's a bit risky with that tactic."

"What tactics?" Liao Zhengyi asked.

Qi Hang said indifferently: "Box-one."

When he said what was in his heart, Yi Huai couldn't help but looked up at the other party, only to realize that the two of them were looking at each other in the next second.

When he was nervous, he quickly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables to hide his unease, even picked up several chopsticks, Qi Hang still stared at him all the time.

"You..." Yi Huai opened his mouth with difficulty, he didn't know how to continue after only one word.

And Qi Hang took the conversation slowly, and said with a half-smile: "Student Yi Huai, is my food delicious?"

The author says:

two shifts