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Ma Houer is the coach of their middle school men's basketball team. His real name is Wu Gang. Because his face is too long, his nickname has been passed down to this day. It is said that he used to be a member of the second national team. After retiring from injury, he was hired by the No. [-] Middle School as a coach. The tall and strong man back then has a slight belly and signs of baldness, but it is still a piece of cake for him to crush these little monkey cubs under his hands.

"Don't smear the ink, change your clothes quickly, and do ten sets of back and forth running to warm up."

"Oh……"

Xiang Zheng's ambition is not to become a basketball player. For him, playing basketball is just like most boys at this age. It is a good deal to sweat and look handsome on the court and gain the admiration and screams of girls. He chose this path because of the fact that students with sports specialties enjoy many privileges in this key university known for its strict school regulations.

There is a fundamental difference between hobbies and occupations. Before that, Xiang Zheng never thought about such a profound problem at all. Isn't it just playing basketball? If your level is not bad, then play it.

As a result, he almost didn't give him a hard time on the first day of training in the first year of senior high school. The physical training alone barely survived. The action needs to be repeated hundreds of times, which is hell for Xiang Zheng who has always regarded everything as a game.

After a week.

"Damn it, I don't want to play anymore!" After he finished the eighth set of fixed-point shots, he slammed the basketball to the ground.

Bang bang bang, the basketball bounced on the floor a few times and began to roll towards the coach's feet. Wu Gang bent down and grabbed the ball around the field of vision, "Who threw this ball?"

Facing the black-faced coach, no one dared to speak out. Xiang Zheng has always been fearless, and he didn't plan to play anyway. He stopped Xu Mingyuan, who was about to speak, and took a step forward, "Me."

"Stop playing?" Wu Gang tossed the ball twice, "Why?"

"It's boring." Xiang Zheng didn't pay attention to Wu Gang at all, "What's the point of doing such repetitive things every day, it's a waste of life."

As soon as the words were finished, Wu Gang suddenly threw the ball at Xiang Zheng. No one saw when he made the shot. It was called a fast, precise and ruthless shot. Xiang Zheng had no time to react and hit his chest. He sat on the ground and held his chest for a long time. There was no turning back.

"Fuck!" Xiang Zheng coughed non-stop, clutching his chest.

"Xiang Zheng!" Xu Mingyuan ran over to support Xiang Zheng, his tone a little unfriendly, "Coach, even if Xiang Zheng is wrong, you are too ruthless."

Wu Gang ignored Xu Mingyuan, went straight to Xiang Zheng and squatted down, pointed to Xiang Zheng's chest, "Do you know why you can't dodge, you are too slow to react, so you deserved to be hit."

"You fucking..." Xiang Zheng felt as if his entire chest would explode when he took a breath. It was the first time he saw such an arrogant teacher beat a student and said he deserved it.

"You said that doing these exercises is a waste of time and meaningless, right? In your eyes, what is meaningful? Let me tell you that these are the most scientific training methods. The meaning of repetition is to let your muscles form memory to achieve the best results. Respond quickly, if you had trained seriously, you wouldn't have stood there stupidly and let me smash you."

"It's your own choice to come here, no one is forcing you, if you are afraid of suffering or tiredness, you should go back to the classroom and study hard."

"Complaining is always a sign of the weak."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Xiang Zheng sat on the floor and didn't get up for a long time.

After that day, Xiang Zheng lay at home for three days. On the fourth day, Xu Mingyuan came to see him and brought Wu Gang's story.

"Zhengzi, what you don't cherish is exactly what some people can't ask for. You must know that the coach doesn't even have a chance to work hard now, so he was angry when he saw you like that that day, because you have a healthy body. and endless possibilities."

"I know." Xiang Zheng rubbed his temples, he thought a lot these days lying at home, especially Wu Gang's last words kept echoing in his mind.

What he hates most is admitting defeat.

"I'm going back to the team."

weak?He, Xiang Zheng, never knew how to write this weak character.

Since then, no matter whether it is windy, rainy, sick, or injured, Xiang Zheng has never missed a training session. No matter how many times he repeats every movement, he completes every movement carefully. Now, when Ma Houer throws a basketball at him, he can accurately catch it from any angle. Stop, turn the ball with your fingertips and smile unscrupulously at the monkey.

At the end of the three-hour training, everyone was soaked. Eight|nine boys squeezed under three shower heads to take a hot shower. They competed to see who had more muscles and who had a bigger dick. After a while, they would be poor Forget about the tiredness of training.

"It's past six o'clock and we agreed to use the small cafeteria." Xiang Zheng changed into his school uniform and yelled at his short hair with drops of water, "Xu Mingyuan, don't play tricks!"

Xu Mingyuan was much more particular than him. He dried his hair with a hair dryer and applied hair conditioner, "I see, how many times have you been nagging me today, I can't do without you!"

"You still put this on?" Xiang Zheng walked over to pick up the hair oil and looked at it. He had seen this brand on his mother's dressing table as a foreign brand, and it was quite expensive. "It's a bitch."

"What do you know, men need to take care of themselves now." Xu Mingyuan didn't take it seriously, he's not a mother, it's called exquisiteness.

Xu Mingyuan is indeed not a girl. At 1.8 meters six, he is only two centimeters shorter than Xiang Zheng. He is the kind of gentle and handsome boy.

Xiang Zheng didn't bother to care so much. He waved his hands and said carelessly, "You can do whatever you want, I'm starving to death."

That night, Xiang Zheng slaughtered Xu Mingyuan as he wished, and ordered all the signature dishes in the small cafeteria. The boy who was so hungry had a surprisingly large appetite and nearly licked his plate. It was almost nine o'clock when he returned home Yes, evening self-study has never been Xiang Zheng's favorite thing, whoever falls in love with him will fall in love with him.

Before falling asleep, Xiang Zheng thought in a daze that the new chestnut cake was probably the one who fell in love with self-study, and looked like a fool who had learned nothing.

No. [-] Middle School not only has evening self-study but also morning reading, and the school start time is half an hour earlier than that of ordinary high schools. Xiang Zheng always comes to class every time, and has to catch up on half an hour of sleep in the classroom before he can fully wake up.

This time, Xiang Zheng stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer very smoothly without hindrance. He looked down at his drawer, who had tidied it up. The torn papers that got in the way were all gone. He felt that only Zhang Zhen could do it properly. He was about to praise him for his ability, but when he looked up, he saw Li Zihao's papers on the table.

The paper was full of answers, and the mistakes and key points were marked with red pen, but he still recognized it at a glance. It was one of the many test papers stuffed in his drawer, because it contained all the He is the only one in the class who doesn't know how to cherish the creases left by rubbing casually, no matter how much you press them, they won't disappear.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he reached out to pick up the test paper on the table and pulled the corner of his mouth towards Li Zihao, "Hey, let me tell you, where did you get this paper?"

Li Zihao looked over to Zhang Zhen. Unfortunately, Zhang Zhen was not in his seat just now when he urgently went to the bathroom to urinate, so he could only explain himself, "This is Zhang Zhen..."

Xiang Zheng waved his hand and didn't intend to listen at all, "Why are you talking about him? This is the paper in my drawer. If I agree, you can take it and write it. Everyone has paid for this paper. You want your own Paying money to buy and stealing from others is nothing.”

His voice was very loud, and it was very clear when he just finished the morning reading. For a while, the whole class was surprisingly quiet and everyone looked this way.

He accentuated the word stealing, which was very harsh, and some students had already begun to discuss it in low voices. Li Zihao secretly clenched his fists and tried his best to suppress his emotions, "I didn't steal it."

"You didn't steal it? Then tell me where you got this paper." Xiang Zheng nodded vigorously on the date on the header of the paper, "The test paper half a month ago, don't tell me you just got it yesterday. "

Everyone knows that these papers are printed strictly according to the number of people, and everyone including the teacher has no more than one copy. Even if Li Zihao pays the money, his share can only start from the day he transfers it, half a month. It is impossible for the former him to have it, so the source of this paper can only be from Xiang Zheng who has never made papers.

All of a sudden, the discussion in the class became louder and louder, and some students started to look at Li Zihao in the wrong way.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect his hands and feet to be so dirty."

"That's right, I have to put away my things in the future."

"Do you think he will take out our questions and sell them for money? I heard that outsiders are scrambling to sell them for a lot of money."

……

Li Zihao felt dizzy for a while, and the eyes and words around him became harsh. He couldn't stand pointing at him the most. Since he was a child, he lived under the pointing and discussion of others, which made him very sensitive to it.

"This paper is indeed yours, but I didn't steal it. Yesterday Zhang Zhen said that you can give it to me if you don't want it. He said he would tell you." Li Zihao's teeth were shaking angrily, drooping The palms under the table have turned white.

Xiang Zheng was worried about not being able to find a chance to punish him yesterday. Now the opportunity came, of course he would not give up easily. Why not, I am going to write today to see if there is no one left of the good guy."

"You..." Li Zihao had already seen that this guy did it on purpose, he just wanted to embarrass himself in front of the whole class.

As soon as Zhang Zhen entered the class after going to the bathroom, he realized that the atmosphere was not right. When he realized that something happened in his group, he hurried over, "What's wrong?"

When Li Zihao saw that Zhang Zhen was coming, he took out all the papers and put them in the middle of the table. Zhang Zhen immediately understood, and he secretly called it a bad dish before he had time to tell Xiang Zheng.

"Xiang Zheng, I gave it to Li Zihao. Didn't you say you don't want it?"

Xiang Zheng really wanted to raise his hand and punch this guy with no eyesight. He was afraid of opponents like gods or teammates like pigs, so he had to fight to the end, "I just said it casually, do you really mean it?"

Zhang Zhenyi was dumbfounded when he heard the situation. Seeing the situation, he did something bad with good intentions and caused Li Zihao to be wronged innocently, so he hurriedly settled the situation, "Oh, it was my fault. Zihao, rely on me, rely on me."

Turn around and say to everyone, "One misunderstanding, one misunderstanding, everyone continue to study and continue."

Most people started to do their own things, some gossip lovers were still whispering.

Li Zihao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to tell himself to calm down. He had experienced too many wronged things like this. Xiang Zheng picked up the stack of papers and was thrown away by the papers he had carefully sorted On Xiang Zheng's chest.

"Return the papers to you. If I have written a few papers, I will buy them from you."

Xiang Zheng didn't hold the papers and dropped them all over the floor. He froze there and didn't pick them up, because he found that Li Zihao didn't use much force, but his chest began to hurt faintly. It was exactly the same as when Ma Houer took the ball and smashed it.

What the hell is going on, he won't be happy at all even though he won.

The way Li Zihao looked at him just now, was it hatred?