The bully thought he was wearing a book

Qi Hang took Yi Huai back to the teaching building, stopped in a secluded corner of the corridor, and asked straight to the point: "The school will have a basketball game in half a month, do you want to play?"

Yi Huai paused: "Why are you looking for me?"

He wanted to hear Qi Hang praise himself, but he didn't expect the other party to say frankly: "Because our class keeps losing."

Yi Huai: "..."

But thinking about it, it really can only be the reason, Qi Hangzhi's setting in the book is his deadly enemy, how could good things lead him.

Suddenly Yi Huai thought of a possibility that made him tremble, he hesitated and asked, "What if we lose?"

If he loses, Qi Hang won't remember everything on him.

Qi Hang didn't answer directly, but raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, do you want to lose?"

Yi Huai trembled in his heart, and he didn't care about asking about the standard of other classes, so he directly praised Haikou: "If you don't want to think about it, you will definitely win. It's on me, really."

Qi Hang was waiting for this sentence, he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go back."

After returning to his seat, Qi Hang took out the basketball game registration form from the folder. He is the kind of well-organized person. A piece of A4 paper was placed in the table hole for a weekend, and it was still as brand new as when it was just printed out. .

Several of his buddies also came back at this time, Liao Zhengyi saw the registration form in his hand, and said knowingly: "Is that spare time you have left for Yi Huai?"

Qi Hang said "um" lightly: "How do you think he played?"

"It's awesome. It's better than that shot-breaking king in Class [-]. It feels like you... Bah, I mean, he's still worse than our Qi Gou. He's not very accurate in his three-point shots." Liao He said with a grin.

He was referring to the ball that Yi Huai deliberately threw away in order to get even with Qi Hang. Qi Hang looked at him without saying anything, just picked up a pen from the table and went to find Yi Huai.

As soon as Yi Huai took a sip of water, he saw Qi Hang put a registration form on his desk and threw a pen over.

"The name is written." Qi Hang said directly.

Yi Huai said "oh", and when he wrote the pen, he felt like signing a contract of sale.

After signing, he returned the registration form to Qi Hangzhi, but Qi Hangzhi didn't move.

At this time, class was about to start, and the people in the class returned to the classroom one after another, seeing Qi Hang standing in front of Yi Huai's desk, and the two of them didn't say anything, and they all showed surprised expressions.

Yi Huai and Qi Hang stared at each other for five or six seconds, and his heart jumped up: "Fuck me, what happened to Qi Hang? Did he suddenly find out that I was so hateful and planned to kill me on the spot?" People actually like men and think that I am good-looking and want to be overlord...

Just when his heart was surging to compile a legendary drama, Qi Hang said slowly: "Student Yi Huai, I haven't returned the pen yet."

It was only then that Yi Huai realized that he had not let go of Qi Hangzhi's pen.

As if waking up from a dream, he put the pen back to the other party, and heard Cheng Ke beside him secretly laughing.

Qi Hangzhi casually turned the pen in his hand: "What were you thinking just now?"

"No, didn't think about anything." Yi Huai waved his hands quickly, feeling a faint fever on his face.

He has a different physique recently, which is especially embarrassing.

The next class happened to be Wen He's Chinese, and it was about "Moon Night on the Spring River". Yi Huai felt a headache when he saw the ancient poems, and he didn't have any interest in listening to it.

Wen He saw his small movements clearly and clicked him up: "Yi Huai, you come and answer my question just now."

Yi Huai didn't hear what she asked just now, and reached out to punch Cheng Ke under the table.

Cheng Ke was very kind, and reminded him in a low voice: "I ask you what you would say when you saw the moon."

Yi Huai was a little confused, why did he say anything when he saw the moon, could he not speak when he saw the moon?

But the teacher in charge told him to get up, so he still had to show them some face.

So Yi Huai cleared his throat and said, "Look, the moon is big and round..."

The whole class roared with laughter, Wen He waved his hand to let Yi Huai sit down, and said: "See, this is what Chinese is for. Why do you want to learn Chinese? It's so that when you see the moon, you can say, 'Who is the first person on the riverside? Seeing the moon, when the river and the moon shine on people at the beginning of the year', instead of just opening their mouths like Yi Huai and saying that the moon is big and round."

After a pause, she called another person: "Qi Hangzhi, tell Yi Huai another poem about the moon."

Yi Huai was speechless, why is there Qi Hangzhi everywhere, he paid too much for the appearance fee, the author of the broken book he was wearing just stared at Qi Hang and wrote directly.

Qi Hang stood up straight, his eyes lightly glanced at the back of Yi Huai in the front right, and he said calmly: "We call the heart dancing in the dark the moon, and this moon is mainly composed of you."

The boy's voice is between a boy and a man, clear and stable, with a bit of natural magnetism in his timbre, when he recites poems, his voice is low and gentle, as if he is talking about love.

Cheng Ke sighed next to Yi Huai: "The monitor's voice is so nice. If I were a girl, I should fall in love with him."

Yi Huai curled his lips indifferently, and after a while suddenly asked Cheng Ke: "Do you know who wrote the poem he read just now?"

Cheng Ke shook his head.

After class, Yi Huai looked it up on his mobile phone. It turned out that the poem was called "Asian Copper" and it was written by a man named Haizi.

Tsk, a bully is a bully, I remember these polite and sour words like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another.

At this time, Qi Hang took the registration form for the basketball game and handed it to Wen He. Wen He glanced at it hastily, and his eyes stopped at the last name: "Yi Huai? Can he play basketball?"

"Yeah." Qi Hang said bluntly.

Wen He glanced at him, then at Yi Huai who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Let Yi Huai come to me by himself."

Qi Hang went to Yi Huai's seat, and before he could speak, Yi Huai asked with a smile on his face: "Squad leader, what's the matter?"

"Teacher Wen asked you to find her." Qi Hang said bluntly and concisely.

Yi Huai thought of something: "Is it about the basketball game? She won't let me go? It's not a big problem, then I..."

He originally wanted to say that I don't want to go, but as soon as he met Qi Hang's dangerous eyes, he quickly changed his words: "Then I still have to persuade her."

After finishing speaking, he stood up bravely and walked over to meet the head teacher's gaze.

Wen He weighed the registration form in his hand: "Yi Huai, do you want to participate in the basketball game?"

Yi Huai said yes.

Wen He nodded: "It is commendable that you are willing to contribute to class activities, but Yi Huai, you know that each class only has five official places to participate, this opportunity is still very precious, right?"

What is Yi Huai thinking about? Your squad leader told me that this bad team has been losing all the time. If it is precious, will it still be my turn?

But he held back, pretending to be listening and waiting for the head teacher to express his opinion.

"I really want to give you this opportunity, so why don't we come up with an exchange," Wen He said persuasively, "The basketball game will be on Friday next week, and Monday is the monthly exam. If you can get into the top [-] in your grade , I will let you participate, what do you think?"

The fifth middle school has a small enrollment scale. There are nine classes in one grade, with 360 students in each class. There are a total of [-] students in the whole grade. It is not difficult to get the top [-] students in the exam.

But that's for the average student.

When Yi Huai went to the bathroom in the morning, he passed the grade list hanging in the corridor. It was the report card of the final exam of last semester. It was a large white paper, and he was in the second-to-last position.

He had inquired about it, and the reason why the bottom one became the bottom one was because he had to take a leave of absence and didn't come to the exam, and his grades were zero in every subject.

And the front of the big white paper is Qi Hangzhi, all his subjects combined are not as high as Qi Hangzhi's one-subject test, Qi Hangzhi's science subjects are basically full marks, Chinese and English scores are very few, it should be most of them. It's all on the composition.

So when Wen He asked Yi Huai what he thought of this condition, Yi Huai thought that I didn't think much of it.

But he had already agreed to Qi Hangzhi, so he had no choice but to say "yes" to Wen He.

Yi Huai's grades have always been a concern for Wen He. Ever since the child transferred to another school, he has been able to pull down the average score by several points every time, and once even caused the total score of Class [-] to fall behind the ordinary class. Standing in front of the principal, He felt ashamed of being the head teacher of the lead flight.

This time, Yi Huai finally had something she wanted to do. She had to seize the opportunity to arouse his enthusiasm for learning, save Yi Huai's scores that seemed to be dead and unburied, and save the face of leading the flight.

As for Yi Huai's basketball performance, she doesn't care too much whether she wins or loses the game. Anyway, everyone knows what the sports in Class [-] are like, so she has long since given up hope.

Yi Huai returned to his seat with a sullen expression on his face. After this morning, he first signed the deed of selling himself, and later agreed to the overlord clause.

After school at noon, Yi Huai went out to buy a pack of spicy strips and brought them back to relieve his grief and anger. After eating half of it, he borrowed a small clip from Cheng Ke to hold the pocket, and prepared to continue eating during evening self-study.

It just so happened that the teacher who was watching the evening self-study had something to go out that night, so Yi Huai secretly took out the spicy sticks and put them in his mouth.

He was eating with his head down, when a shadow suddenly enveloped him, accompanied by a voice: "Yi Huai?"

Yi Huai recognized that it was Qi Hangzhi's voice. He was frightened and coughed all of a sudden. Although he had already choked up tears, he nimbly pushed the bag of spicy sticks into the table hole, then raised his head and looked at Qi Hang said: "Squad, squad leader, what can you do?"

"You eat snacks at night for self-study," Qi Hang looked straight at the corner of Yi Huai's eyes, "You're still crying?"

Yi Huai tried to defend himself: "I didn't eat any snacks, and the tears were because... because I was doing Chinese homework, and I was moved to tears by reading comprehension articles."

"Oh, I was moved to tears," Qi Hang repeated, reaching out and pressing the exercise book in front of Yi Huai, "Student, can you tell me how an explanatory text made you cry?"