Don’t Talk To Me!

Although the rules do not explicitly prohibit Yu Sheng from playing, the students in Class 7 still have a heart that does not rely on plug-ins to prove themselves.

Yu Sheng doesn't have any particular obsession with playing this game.

When he was in junior high school, he didn't play basketball less. The teachers wanted to find him in a game. They had to take time to catch people on the basketball court. Later, the ball was played less and the frame was played more, and then slowly began to run down the court.

No one will fight at the beginning, and Yu Sheng will also lose at the beginning. Especially when one-to-many, it is easy to lose money if you are not careful.

Later, there was no special experience, but after a long time, I gradually found the feel.

Fighting this kind of thing generally doesn't require too many fancy links. After all, everything that can be solved directly does not need to be used. When it is really time to roll the sleeves, as long as the timing is in place, there will be no loss.

"...Brother Sheng."

Sitting on basketball, Yao Qiang couldn't help raising his hand to say: "You are like our political teacher's topic."

The Sports Committee cooperated with him, cleared his throat and lifted his waist, learning brilliantly: "Children, you have to read the question carefully. As long as you examine the question carefully and realize the intention of the person who wrote the question, you can write the correct answer..."

It sounds like no problem at all, all monsters can do.

Their political teacher is an individual middle-aged female teacher who is very kind and has a good relationship with classmates. The topic is very stream of consciousness, and every time I have to rely on fate to echo the students' ideas.

A group of students had a deep experience all year round, watching the two men sing and play poems, and they laughed as soon as they turned around.

The squad leader just moved the box of hot almonds, and each person threw a can, and came over and wondered: "What are you laughing? What am I missing?"

The school committee pushed the glasses and omitted a part of the topic: "Laughing at the lectures of political teachers."

"Give yourself a question?"

The squad leader immediately caught the point with precision: "It's too simple. Can I still understand the intention of the person who asked the question? The person who asked the question just wanted me to die."

...

Everyone was sitting on the concrete steps by the playground, laughing upside down, a few teams were holding almond dew, and their stomachs were so painful that they could not stand.

After a long time in the South China Sea, Hu Kan had finished drinking the jar of almond dew, a hook was thrown into an empty cardboard box with a distance of less than three meters, and the team members stood up and continued to practice.

High school was when energy was high and there was no room for venting. A group of men often played basketball during their lives. Sometimes they didn't want to go to class. They would skip classes and mix into other classes to play for a while. Basketball games also don't require special training.

However, the recent English oppression has left a group of people with no spare time. It has been a long time since they have touched the ball seriously, and it is inevitable that the hands are born.

The Sports Committee is very confident of the students in their class. I believe that as long as you practice more, you can find the status. While running, clap your hands to refresh the individual: "Old section, run! Although your current job is just a walking wooden pile, you must also have a heart that starts with a wooden pile..."

The conditions are limited, and basketball only has the meaning of training when playing confrontation. The seven classes that can run are basically caught up to make up the numbers, and finally enough to make up the two teams.

Duan Lei is okay in playing games. His attainment in basketball is not high. Basically, he is trying to create various obstacles that may or may not occur on the court for the starting players according to the direction of the Sports Committee.

However, their class school committee was very contented and opened their arms calmly. According to Yu Sheng's casual teaching, he hugged him, helping the starting lineup effectively improve the speed of passing the ball.

Yu Sheng sat on the sidelines blowing his hair, opened his jar of almond syrup and took two sips, taking the time to give Jin Linkun two messages.

Jin Linkun's birthday is Sunday. His parents came back on Saturday morning and stayed at home after twelve o'clock to leave for his son's birthday.

They have basically discussed the recipes, and decided to go to Jin's house to cook dinner on Friday night. Let Jin Linkun tell Mr. Jin that this is a work he sincerely celebrates his family reunion.

After all, Jin’s father Jin’s mother only stayed at home for a day, and the table would definitely not be finished, and he shouldn’t want to let his son make another meal.

should.

When discussing at home, Jin Linkun actually didn't think his parents would be so empathetic: "I think they might take out their mobile phones, let me take a dip, record a small video and send them to a circle of friends."

Yu Sheng didn't know much about the parents of this style of painting, hesitated, and decided to be cautious: "OK, I remember not to cook upside down dishes."

"You don't have to change the knife and spend it."

Jin Linkun thought about it and continued to apply with the menu: "If possible, make it as simple as possible. It is best to make more soup..."

"..." Yu Sheng smoothly pulled the menu out of his hand and folded it, pushing it back into his pocket.

Children attach great importance to the gathering of the family. Although Jin Linkun is seriously limited in strength, he is actually very willing to cooperate.

I even thought about going to the supermarket very carefully, bought a batch of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that I didn't normally need, and prepared to fill up the empty seasoning jars at home, making the whole thing more real and convincing .

Two people are on the side of the court and one is in the supermarket.

While watching the ball, Yu Sheng had to give him science.

— Thirteen incense is a yellow box, not a small box of paper.

-The bagged vinegar is fine, you don't have to pick good-looking ones, come back and scream in the bottle.

-Then you go buy a bottle and scream.

—Yes, soy sauce is a soy sauce, not a nickname.

...

This person has no common sense of life at all, and is totally unreliable. Yu Sheng can even think of the state of confusion in which the **** of learning has lost his life direction in the supermarket living area.

It's a little funny, but it's not too annoying.

I don’t know when I got used to it. I only know how to brush questions together and sleep. Even the nonsense of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar doesn’t seem so troublesome and boring as imagined.

Not boring at all.

Yu Sheng pressed his cell phone and gave him a command from a distance. He vaguely heard the sound of playing on the court turn into a somewhat noisy dispute.

Looking down, it was found that the two groups of people did not know when they were arguing.

It was also a group of students in school uniforms. They were arrogant. The head of the cigarette was smokeless, and their hair was combed back, and they looked very majestic.

Yu Sheng didn't pay much attention to other classes, but the degree of discoloration and dyeing of school uniforms should not be theirs.

Looking at the basketball in the hands of those people, it is estimated that they should come to play and grab the court.

There are only a few courses that can be used, and it is rare to compete seven or eight times a week. In the past year, almost half of the racks where Yu Sheng helped the town were almost contradictions.

He didn't care too much, he put his phone back in his pocket and prepared to go over to see it. Suddenly the squad leader held his shoulder.

"Don't look up."

Several people from their class came over to keep his entire person tightly closed. The squad leader lowered his head and inexplicably looked very deep: "Don't let them recognize you."

The life committee members lined up in a row, took the squad leader's shoulders and pretended to look at the scenery, and touched one hand in the pocket twice: "Continue to look at the phone, Brother Sheng, give you a mask."

"..."

Yu Sheng was a little bit unable to understand the intentions of these people: "What are you doing?"

"It's up to you to grab the court, and you have to play the game."

The school committee pushed the glasses: "Sometimes our class has a team of sparring team members, Sheng brother, don't say anything, they will run as soon as you say something."

...

Jin Linkun picked up a large bag of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to pick up Sheng. Hearing what was going on, he passed a bottle of screams: "The general development of this kind of story shouldn’t be that they are endlessly provocative. Is there a contradiction?"

Then their children took advantage of the opportunity to take the ball and dazzle the slam dunk so that the courageous and provocative team would sober.

"Think too much, Teacher Jin."

Their squad leader is very sensible: "Brother Sheng does not need to bring the ball or dunk, they will wake up as long as they are alone."

No one can fight.

Think about it this way, life when carrying a handle is actually a bit boring.

The students in Class 7 also felt that it was not appropriate to let Brother Sheng be bored for them for such a long time, so they decided to courage and accompany them to relieve the boredom and satisfy the picture that Teacher Jin just made up.

Yu Sheng was wearing a mask, and inexplicably surrounded by a group of people for a long time playing with his mobile phone. He was picking it up under the mask and raised his eyebrows.

The Sports Commission had just abused the provocative senior sophomore team, playing with great enthusiasm, happily coming with the ball, and saw Yu Sheng raising his eyebrows and instinctively softened: "After finishing the squad leader, I think I don’t necessarily dare to cut off Brother's ball..."

The point guard shuddered: "I don't really want to control the ball either. Now I see Brother Sheng and want to recite the text."

"Comrades, give a face."

Yao Qiang played as a center in the starting line, and his brain made up for the aura brought by Yu Sheng with the ball: "If you find that I am playing a ball and suddenly make a way, please don't shoot it down and send it to the circle of friends..."

...

But basketball is obviously meaningless.

It's better to let Yu Sheng hold the ball by himself, pass the air casually, and then perform a three-step layup.

Duan Lei thought carefully on the edge: "There may be a way."

The students in Class 7 didn't want to let Brother Sheng lose the fun of playing, and quickly came over, "What way? Hurry up and see if there are conditions to achieve..."

"Conditions are there." Duan Lei touched his chin. "Teacher Jin, will you play basketball?"

Five minutes later, Jin Linkun also took off his coat, put things on the sidelines, and moved his wrist twice.

The seventh class simply re-divided the team, the main starter was divided into two teams, and joined a few people, followed by Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun, the momentum looks much stronger than before.

"Unexpectedly, the old section is actually a personal talent."

The Sports Committee followed Jin Linkun this time, and suddenly felt that his confidence had doubled, and he was doing preparations in full swing: "You may not believe it, and now I am suddenly full of confidence to fight against Brother Sheng."

Yao Qiang stood firmly in their first team of Sheng Brothers, and dismissed his arrogance: "What is the meaning of a showdown? It’s really cool to lie down and win, I haven’t watched Brother Sheng take control of it by myself It's the whole audience."

The two groups of people were so aggressive that they talked to each other for a long time. After looking up for a while, it was found that the two big men who were leading the team for the duel were still together.

"It's not cold to wear this?"

Jin Linkun pulled Yu Sheng to stand on the sidelines, and whispered to discuss with him: "I still put on my coat. Today the wind is a little cold, so I don't have a cold."

Yu Sheng took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes twice: "No, it's an obstacle to wear."

Just now Jin Linkun nodded, and Yu Sheng stood up and took off his coat neatly.

He wore a white hoodie today, which was a little thin, and he didn't look too windy when he looked at it.

Jin Linkun felt uneasy, and pulled the man over again, twisting the fabric carefully.

"Not so expensive." Yu Sheng poked his clean glasses back. "Are you really going to play basketball?"

It's not disbelief.

It's just that this person has a black history of playing games and is known to be playing well. Yu Sheng is not quite able to figure out what level of "basketball is playing well" in his mouth. Considering the recent blind worship of their family tutors by class seven students, if Jin Linkun's level is still comparable to the game, he must first consider how to release the water.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and met the children’s eyes, before he could not help laughing: "Really... I used to play often, and the three-point shot is particularly accurate."

Provincial demonstration also has special enrollment in sports. When he was in the second year of high school, the course was too easy. He got a lot of fakes because of the experiment.

"Mainly because he is handsome."

Jin Linkun was very open-minded, and he did not deny the mentality at that time: "At that time, he was young, he learned what he looked handsome, tried many styles..."

Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow: "Finally set a black shirt?"

"..." Jin Linkun was dumb, opened his mouth and smiled with a slight cough: "Actually--"

Yu Sheng: "It's pretty handsome."

Not too aware of her boyfriend actually boasting about herself, Jin Linkun froze, and did not immediately react.

Yu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth, and smoothly pulled a pair of hoodie straps of different lengths, pulling the two straps into the same length: "It's handsome. Boyfriend, do you have a fight?"

...

The Sports Committee held the ball in the cold wind and waited for a long time on tiptoe, watching the two people come over: "I don't know why, I suddenly have a feeling."

"Yes." Their squad leader nodded. "This game should be nothing to you."

In fact, at the beginning, the two teams of Class 7 still got some performance opportunities.

Both of them haven't touched the ball in a long time. Jin Linkun didn't even remember all the rules, and he also asked the Sports Commission to help me temporarily remind two sentences.

It was actually the seventh class who had just played a game with the cannon fodder sparring team just above, and the event just started. These days, the feeling of learning and rustiness has completely returned, and they are all in a state of being.

An ordinary practice game climaxed again and again, Yao Qiang played his best wave of assists, their sports committee even came to feel, found a chance to try a big windmill slam dunk.

"Then? Without it, just go here."

Yao Qiang held an ice cream bar and squatted to wipe the sweat in the cold wind on the sidelines: "Slightly edit it and send it to our school's post bar. By the way, I can casually mention that I am still single. I really want someone to work with me. Learn."

They squatted on the side of the sports committee and were very interested in this operation: "Is it easy to use? Easy to use I also want to try, I also want someone to study with me, I can also teach her English questions, I think my English is now fascinated..."

They chatted for a while, and there were people coming down one after another, squatting neatly in a row on the edge of the playground.

Although in theory each team of basketball requires five people, it can't stand the two big men to play one team.

Yu Sheng's speed and power are impeccable. After finding the feel of the ball, he never missed the ball in his hand. Jin Linkun's running is a little inferior to him, focusing more on shooting from the three-point line, and the simple score cards on the sidelines turn three and three back.

At first, Duan Lei tried to sway to the side, but later they didn't seem to need it.

The two of them didn't keep their hands, one was playing very cleanly, and the other was flying with fakes. It was really impossible to see who was stronger.

Yu Sheng held the ball, facing Jin Linkun's defense, rarely made a fake move, dunked the ball and jumped back.

The basketball thumped on the board, smashing a little old basketball hoop, shaking it around the iron ring and falling from the center.

There was a faint applause from the sidelines.

A row of people squatted on the edge of the playground to watch the ball, and when they heard the applause, they turned around and found that the sidelines did not know when they began to gather together sporadically.