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I don't know when Zhao Hua had sneaked into the center and was shooting with a 100% shooting accuracy. He easily caught a good basketball and talked to Lin Jiamo.

The second half of the semester of the second year of high school started as scheduled. The final exams in this second half of the semester are of utmost importance. Qiao Ran and his classmates are about to be divided into arts or science classes, and are also facing more severe challenges.

The six people seemed to be busy all of a sudden. Zhao Hua participated in the training of the school basketball team day after day. His enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high. He wished he could stay on the basketball court day and night.

"Would you mind me?" Jiuli turned around on the stool and knocked on Qiao Ran's desk. "You haven't talked to me for several days. Could it be that you've fallen for someone else?"

Qiao Ran, who was concentrating on writing knowledge points, looked up when he heard this. His eyes were dark and his face was full of fatigue.

"Jiuli, when we were divided into classes, I wanted to be in the same class with you, and then go to college together. Do you still have to tell me how I treat you? You can't wrongly accuse me, okay?" Qiao Ran reached out and held Jiuli's hand, "Can you understand what's happened recently?"

"I will accompany you well after this period is over," he said, but Qiao Ran felt that he might be even busier in his senior year of high school.

"That's good enough. Eat the black rice bread here quickly," Jiuli took out a piece of bread from her schoolbag and handed it to Qiao Ran.

"Jiuli is the best to me. She even knows that I didn't eat much at noon." Qiao Ran smiled obviously, his tone was coaxing.

"Something happened," said Men Ling, who was watching basketball on the basketball court and ran back, "Zhao Hua broke his bone while playing basketball."

Qiao Ran paused while eating the bread. They were going to play in the Nike Cup this year, and this guy's fracture was not a good time.

"I'll go take a look, you stay here." After finishing the last bite of bread, Qiao Ran stood up, took two steps, and turned back, "Do you want to go with me?"

"Okay." Jiuli, who was sitting, seemed to be waiting for this sentence. She stood up quickly and held Qiao Ran's hand.

At this time, a group of people on the playground crowded and rushed Zhao Hua to the infirmary. The fractured left hand meant that he could not participate in this competition, and also meant that only the third year of high school could win the championship.

It seems to cast a shadow on the upcoming basketball game.

"The basketball preliminary round will be held at F Middle School's home court. Please take care of yourself then." Qiao Ran, who had received the message in advance, said softly as he passed by Jiuli's table.

"I understand," Jiuli nodded with a smile.

The preliminary round came as scheduled, and the loss of the main striker before the game was not something that anyone could make up for. It was only after Suning fought hard that they got the ticket with a one-point difference.

The final exams and the liberal arts and science exams in the second year of high school were almost the moments that determined one's fate. Even though it was difficult, Suning never told Chen Xun about it, nor did he feel comfortable doing so.

Chen Xun finally took the initiative to step forward, and all the big and small things in the class fell on Qiao Ran.

It also became the dividing line between Jiuli and Fang Hui. Fang Hui basically spent all her time on the basketball court after school, handing out water and doing odd jobs, while Jiuli spent more time in the classroom copying knowledge points and marking the key points for Qiao Ran.

Everything on the basketball court was constantly checked, and there was not a single empty space where people could stand. The reason was simple: F Middle School had made it to the semi-finals among all the schools.

"Chen Xun is not in good condition?" Jiuli, who was standing aside, looked at Fang Hui, whose face was full of worry. The situation on the field was not optimistic.

"He has a slight fever today." Fang Hui lowered her head.

"You can't take medicine now," Qiao Ran clenched his hands.

"Yeah." Fang Hui's eyes were red and she was a little at a loss.

The game on the field was very intense, but F was not in good shape. The score was always two points behind, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The cheerleaders took turns to perform, but their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Sure enough, after the second round, Chen Xun held onto the railing and vomited violently, and his weakness could be seen at a glance.

"How are you?" Fang Hui rushed over immediately. After they talked it out, their relationship became even sweeter.

"Fortunately, I can hold on." Chen Xun took the cup of water and rinsed his mouth, his face calm and composed, "Don't worry."

"If you can't do it, find someone else. Don't be so stubborn," Zhao Hua also came over, with tears in his eyes except for being moved.

"Don't force yourself." Qiao Ran patted Chen Xun on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's really okay." Chen Xun smiled reluctantly.

When the whistle for the third game blew, Chen Xun's position became the best offensive position for the opponent. The students from F Middle School present all broke into cold sweats for Chen Xun.

In the third game, Chen Xun fell to the ground after dunking a three-pointer and left the game early, but the one-point lead was firmly defended and he successfully secured a spot in the finals.

"Playing in a formal stadium will add extra points in the college entrance examination, but it's a pity that Zhao Hua can only wait until his senior year." Qiao Ran suddenly spoke as he took Jiuli by the hand to inspect the competition venue.

"Have you decided on liberal arts or science?" Jiuli nodded to indicate that this was right, and then asked other questions.

"I'm still thinking, our Jiuli is so outstanding, any one of them is outstanding," Qiao Ran smiled and touched Jiuli's hair.

As all the basketball teams participating in the finals came in, the two separated and sat in their seats in Class 1 of F Middle School waiting to start.

The cheerleaders seemed to be full of professionalism, with colorful silk ribbons waving and they danced very hard. Their slender waists and long legs were a feast for the eyes.

On the other side, the coach of F Middle School was giving the final mobilization to a few people, and there was murderous intent in everyone's eyes.

After three days of competition, F Middle School finally won the championship, which made Zhao Hua full of fighting spirit and ready to win the championship next year. When he returned to school, everyone still talked about this.

"Are you confident about this exam?" Coming out of the classroom, Qiao Ran skillfully put his hand on Jiuli's shoulder and asked.

"Yes," Jiuli glanced at the hand on her shoulder.

"Our Jiuli is the first. I have read all the key points you gave. We will go to the same school in the future." Qiao Ran lowered his eyes, full of seriousness, and it will be the same in the future.

"Then you have to work hard, otherwise it might be impossible." Jiuli raised her hand and pinched Qiao Ran's cheek, "I'll wait."

"What major are you going to study?" During the break between classes, Chen Xun asked Qiao Ran while copying down the key points.

"Architecture. I want to go to the same school as Jiuli." Qiao Ran recited seriously without looking up. "Which one are you studying?"

"I want to study music and go to the same school as Fang Hui. You can be my bridesmaids when I get married," Chen Xun said proudly.

Fang Hui in front glared at Chen Xun, her ears red. She was more cheerful than last year but still shy. However, this cheerfulness made her more charming and people couldn't take their eyes off her.

"I'm going to a sports school," Zhao Hua glanced at Lin Jiamo inconspicuously and smiled naively. His grades were not as good as theirs, but he did well in the exam for special talents and had a clear plan.

"Then the division of classes, arts and science doesn't seem to matter," Zhao Hua muttered quietly, "I still hope to have classes together."