When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

When Zhou Qinglang returned home, the dinner for the summer evening was not ready.

"Isn't it about coming back soon? Why have you been there for so long?"

The double sound of summer evening came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of cooking.

"I looked for it but didn't find it, and then remembered that I actually brought it back last night."

"Why don't I have a bad memory at a young age, I stewed the fish soup today, and the rice is not yet cooked, so I will finish drinking the soup and warm my body."

"Okay, just wash your hands."

Zhou Qing Lang was peaceful and well-behaved, and he couldn't see the full of hostility before.

Xia Wan Shuang went to the basketball court to have dinner with Zhou Qinglang every afternoon for seven or eight days until the beginning of the league.

The venue of the game was set at the Municipal Basketball Hall. It was scheduled to be closed on Saturday when the No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School. On the day when the game started, there were not many people.

"It's going to be a game later, are you nervous?"

Xia Wanshuang was in the background, arranging Zhou Qinglang's messy hair.

Because Zhou Qinglang is the only female player, she and Xia Wanshuang are the only ones in the locker room.

"Nervous, my sister gives me a hug to stop being nervous."

Zhou Qinglang hugged Xia Wanshuang's waist and said coquettishly.

If Lin Qiushui was present, he would probably say that you are nervous.

But when Lin Qiushui was not there, Xia Wanshuang thought Zhou Qinglang was really nervous, hugged Zhou Qinglang, and patted gently behind her.

"I have a present for you."

"En? What is it?"

There are still gifts.

Zhou Qinglang straightened up, waiting for Xia Wanshuang to bring out the present.

Xia Wanshuang took out a bracelet and put it on Zhou Qinglang's wrist.

It was a rubber bracelet. Xia Wan Shuang actually didn't know much about basketball, but I knew that some basketball players would wear this on their hands, with the player's name on it.

Xia Wan Shuang made a customized one half a month ago, with ‘Lang’ written on it, giving Zhou Qinglang a surprise on the day of the competition.

"Thank you sister, I like it very much."

Zhou Qinglang happily touched the bracelet, looked at Xia Wanshuang with some excitement, staring at Xia Wanshuang's face.

She wanted to have a kiss, but she had no guts, so she could only hold Xia Wan Shuang again.

"come on."

"En! Sister remember to look at me on stage!"

"Of course, I will cheer you up on it."

Xia Wanshuang went out with Zhou Qinglang, then went to the stands, and took the place where the classmates helped her.

"Squad leader, I brought you a bottle of water."

The place for her was the publicity committee member in the class, the girl with the apple face, a particularly lively and lovely little girl.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, I still have throat lozenges, you can ask me later."

"Throat lozenge?"

"Yes, I want to shout for all the handsome guys!"

"come on."

Middle-aged and old people don’t know what to say, so let’s add some oil

"Of course, I will not forget to cheer for classmate Zhou Qinglang! The pride of No. 1 Middle School!"

"Yep!"

Summer evening nodded twice, with a proud face on his face.

Before the start of the game, the principal of No. 1 Middle School gave a speech encouraging, and cultural people spoke with guns and sticks, without a dirty word.

The principal of No. 2 High School also smirked. After the principal of No. 1 High School finished speaking, he did not come on stage, but waved to the back instead.

A team of young and beautiful cheerleaders with colored **** came out to perform a cheering dance, which completely stirred up the atmosphere, and cheers broke out in the auditorium of No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School.

The headmaster of No. 1 Middle School glared at the head of No. 2 Middle School, condemning him.

Actually resorted to this trick, despicable.

The principal of No. 2 Middle School laughed and didn't say anything. The jumping kids are not much more attractive than your bad old man.

After the cheerleader went down, the players from both sides took their place.

Lin Qiushui was very conspicuous in it, tall and handsome, and blowing kisses towards the auditorium very pompously.

Zhou Qinglang was also conspicuous, as the only **** the court, with neat short hair and no smile on her white face, she looked cold.

"Lin Qiushui! Lin Qiushui!"

"Zhou Qinglang! Zhou Qinglang!"

"Go on, Gao Wei!"

"One China will win!"

The students in No. 2 Middle School were not to be outdone, and shouted to cheer.

Before the people below start the game, the audience above has already started the battle.

Xia Wanshuang looked at the little girl next to her with exhaustion, and finally realized the necessity of lozenges.

The whistle blew, signalling the start of the game, and the court was quiet.

Lin Qiushui stood in the central jump ball zone as a jumper, and the players sent by the opponent were also in place, the whistle sounded, and the game officially started.

Xia Wanshuang didn't understand basketball, but still watched it with gusto.

At one and a half minutes, Zhou Qinglang scored a three-pointer and burst the game.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

"One China will win!"

"Chou Qinglang, come on!"

Whether they knew Zhou Qinglang or not, they cheered for her.

Xia Wanshuang had a smile on her face, and she couldn't mention too much pride in her heart. She couldn't wait to shake the sleeping system up and let her see how powerful her daughter was.

Her cheering was drowned in the cries of the crowd, but Zhou Qinglang still glanced at this place.

"Squad leader, Zhou Qinglang is looking here, she is looking at you!"

The propaganda committee was more excited than Xia Wanshuang, and kept shouting.

In the summer evening, Shuang looked at Zhou Qinglang in the air. She was not sure whether Zhou Qinglang could see her clearly, but she still smiled.

Zhou Qinglang made a good start for the No. 1 middle school and boosted morale, but in the next few minutes, the opponent's defense was too tight, especially with Zhou Qinglang. Zhou Qinglang had to pass the ball to Lin Qiushui, who was dribbling the ball to another player. At the time, the ball was intercepted.

Switching from offensive to defensive, there was a louder cheering from the second middle team. In five minutes, the opponent scored a two-pointer.

The score has been stalemate. Although the opposing team is not all good, they are much better than Zhou Qinglang and their tacit understanding. Zhou Qinglang and Lin Qiushui are constrained, and the situation is getting more and more serious.

One to two, 11 to 10.

The propaganda committee members around Xia Wanshuang couldn't even bother to shout, watching the situation on the court nervously.

At the end of the first half, the referee blew the whistle and took a break. Now the score is still 11-10.

Zhou Qinglang poured saliva and calmed his breath.

"It's quite difficult. The guy on the opposite side has been guarding me and he especially likes to block the ball."

After Lin Qiushui scored two two-pointers, he was always pressed, annoying to death.

"Be careful, hold on, the other side has a tacit understanding than us."

Zhou Qinglang touched the bracelet on his hand and waved in the direction of Xia Wanshuang.

Xia Wanshuang also waved to her to cheer her on.

"Squad leader, your sisters have a good relationship."

The propaganda committee watched them interact with envy.

"They are all sisters. Why is the gap so big? My sister always snatches things with me, and always complains first. I'm so annoyed."

"Sisters?"

"Yeah, isn't it? We always thought you were the same parents, but one had your father's surname and your mother's surname. Didn't the old class say that she jumped to the third level of Xueba? We thought... Isn't it?"

The classmates in the class also guessed. After all, Zhou Qinglang was in charge of Xia Wan and shouted to her sister, but the two people are actually not alike, and the last names are different, but the two are very close, basically the same in and out, and then everyone guesses. I think sisters of the opposite **** are most likely to spend.

"We are not sisters," Xia Wan laughed, and took a sip of water. "She is more important to me than my sister."

Xia Wanshuang put down the water, her eyes fell on the **** the court, and her lips curled up.

She put too much on Zhou Qinglang, not only sympathy, family affection, friendship, but also more complicated support for warmth.

The girl with the apple face seems to be able to read her emotions from the words of Xia Wan Shuang, but it seems that she only understands.

But she remembered how bright the overhead light fell in her eyes when she talked about Zhou Qinglang in the summer evening.

The whistle blew and the second half began.

Both sides changed a little strategy in this game, and the situation on the court became much more intense.

Zhou Qinglang received the ball, dribbled the ball, and passed the ball to Lin Qiushui in a fake move. Lin Qiushui made a shot and scored a two-pointer.

The two clapped hands on the court, wiped their sweat and continued to run.

The opponent tried to dunk, but was stopped by the defender, and there was a cheering voice.

Because of the strong offensive momentum of the opponent, Zhou Qinglang was extremely tired in the second half of the game. She is a power forward. She has to grab rebounds, get stuck, defend, and use various methods to give Lin Qiushui the ball for him to score. Lin Qiushui cooperated with the center forward and worked hard. Score.

Time was getting less and less, but the score was getting more and more level. In the last three minutes, the opponent fouled and was freed by the referee.

Zhou Qinglang wiped his sweat and was not happy.

Because of their scores, there is one point short of it.

If the opponent enters, it can get a point.

Free throws are not easy, but Zhou Qinglang and the others are not easy.

Everyone squeezed their sweat, and Xia Wanshuang couldn't help squeezing their clothes tightly, watching the opponent's ball take off.

bingo.

Cheers broke out in the second middle school, and the first middle school classmates collectively drank the opposite side of the lottery. After the free throw, the game continued.

If there is still a tie before the end, an extra match will be required.

Zhou Qinglang and Lin Qiushui glanced at each other. The tacit understanding of their friends for many years made them understand each other's meaning. They began to walk on the court and instantly changed positions. Zhou Qinglang was responsible for scoring the goal, and the center also immediately cooperated.

In the last ten seconds, Zhou Qinglang got the ball.

"Zhou Qinglang, come on!!!"

"Zhou Qinglang!!!"

"Go in, go in!"

Zhou Qinglang didn't hear the outside world, and aimed at the backboard, shooting from outside the three-point line like he had practiced thousands of times.

——Sister, I will succeed.

These few seconds seem to be extraordinarily long. The trajectory of the basketball seems to have been slow-motion, but it is actually a matter of blinking an eye.

"In!"

"The ball has been scored!"

"One China won!"

The basketball lands, the opponent gets the ball, the referee blows the whistle, and the game is over.

Cheers broke out in the audience, one by one stood up and danced, their faces flushed with excitement.

Both clothes were torn by the propaganda committee during the summer evening, and the cheers in the ears almost broke the roof.

Xia Wanshuang didn't care about her clothes, looking at the girl shrouded in lights, like a **** of glory.

The teammates surrounded her, everyone hugged together excitedly, and then spread out, high-fiving and cheering.

The slender and tall girl with short hair was not as excited as the team members. She still stood on the spot, raised her wrist, and kissed her bracelet religiously, as if she was kissing a loved one.

In Xia Wan, her heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, and her heart palpitations made her a little flustered, but she still stood there, as if rooting, and could not move, watching Zhou Qinglang look up and meet her gaze in a daze. .

At that moment, it seemed that the cheering around was still.