The landlord fools me every day

Regarding Zhang Zhushi going to the basketball court to compete with Li Jiaping and the others, it happened a few days later.

Outside the arena, the crowd was bustling with booing and cheering.

On the court, the team headed by Li Jiaping's newly recognized eldest brother faced off with Yang Zekui's team led by Zhang Zhushi.

"Once a word is spoken, it's hard to follow. When the time comes, don't regret losing." The tall boy opposite Zhang Zhushi had a bad tone.

Zhang Zhushi frivolously raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "I will give you the same words in return."

"Tch, then you don't need to remind me." The boy said disdainfully, "Remember, my father's name is Miao He."

Zhang Zhushi didn't listen, he just rolled his eyes and passed him, looking at the president of the basketball team who was acting as a referee: "When will it start?"

Inexplicably touching Miao He, who had a gray nose, he pushed his cheek in displeasure, and his sharp eyes slowly swept towards Zhang Zhushi.

Halfway through, he and Yang Zekui, who had been looking at them gloomily from behind Zhang Zhushi, met their gazes.

Looking at each other and touching each other, Miao He was not as calm as his face, his heart was beating rapidly and his breathing was quiet and heavy, showing panic.

Even though he quickly covered it up, Li Jiaping, who was standing beside him, was stunned.

He tilted his head and gave Miao He a rough glance, then whispered in his ear: "Are you sure you can win?"

Miao He squinted at him when he heard the words: "You don't believe me?"

"No, no." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Li Jiaping quickly changed his words, "I just, I just think, think..."

"What are you thinking?" Miao He asked while the referee was still talking to Zhang Zhu.

Li Jiaping rolled his eyes, coughed twice, moved closer to Miao He, and whispered to him: "When I was thinking of Zhang Zhu, they belonged to the basketball club, and they had joined the club for a year, so—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Jiaping interrupted him: "I'm afraid of a fart! They belong to the school's basketball club, and I belong to the whole district's basketball team!"

When he said this, the sarcasm in his eyes was evident.

It is the same for Li Jiaping and the others, as well as for Zhang Zhushi and the others.

Besides, what basketball is not basketball, this duel method was proposed by him, and naturally it has a 100% chance of winning.

Don't say that he is a bully, anyway, it was Zhang Zhushi who uttered nonsense in front of everyone, and he just followed the big words that Zhang Zhushi uttered.

At the beginning of the basketball game, the smell of gunpowder/powder among the players among the teams was full.

And the crowd around them was not too different, as if today they couldn't get used to other people who were not in the same team as they liked.

"Miao and that team will win!"

"Zhang Zhushi's team will win!"

"Team Yang Zekuina will win!"

"...Those two belong to the same team!"

Although Zhang Zhushi has been squeezed out for so long, there are actually many people who just follow the mainstream and follow him indifferently. Therefore, in today's large-scale Shura field situation, it is only natural that there are people who want Zhang Zhushi. , but in the presence of those who did not dare to speak out before, they silently observed the situation.

And when some people found that many people, like themselves, were awakened by Zhang Zhushi's words a few days ago, and they all supported Zhang Zhushi, they naturally had the courage to openly cheer for Zhang Zhushi when they were together.

"Zhang Zhushi! You will definitely win!"

When the whistle sounded, a boy's excited voice blended into the quietly tense atmosphere.

The moment he passed the ball, Zhang Zhushi took the time to glance at the person who inspired him just now. His brows and eyes softened for a moment, and then became sharp when he turned around to play.

Yang Zekui, who was standing a little behind, took all these pictures into his eyes.

He pursed the corners of his lips lightly, unable to express the feeling of being swept by a cat's tail in his heart.

The time soon passed halfway, and the score on the field was still even. No one would give in to the other, and they all bit the other side and refused to let go.

"One thing to say, I haven't seen such a wonderful basketball game for a long time!" Hu Heshang, who was mixed in the crowd, kept sighing to Bai Wanlin beside him.

Bai Wanlin, whose ears were almost callused, said helplessly, "I know, I know, how many times have you said it, I was almost told by you—"

"Hey?!" Hu Yu, who was not listening to Bai Wanlin at all, did not know what he saw. The smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and his expression rarely became serious. What is the intention of hitting the hour?!"

There was also a voice from someone who saw this scene and complained indignantly: "That's right!"

Hearing the echoes of others, Hu Heshang fell silent for a moment.

He leisurely walked around to the other side of Bai Wanlin pretending not to care, and used his fleshy wall to build a barrier between himself and others.

Seeing this, Bai Wanlin joked: "What? You're here, come on, come on, come on, and you're shy when people find you watching his game?"

Hearing the sound, Hu Heshang turned his head and said in a disdainful tone: "Cut! I just stopped by to have a look. Whoever said that he must be here to see him, whoever said that he must be here to cheer him up, don't define it casually." one person."

After hearing this, Bai Wanlin just smiled: "Yes."

Instead, he looked at Zhang Zhushi and Yang Zekui, who were sitting together resting and drinking water, and murmured in a low voice, "Yes, you shouldn't define a person casually."

After a brief rest, the game continued in full swing, and the two sides still bit each other very tightly. From time to time, the score that was rarely turbulent would be evened in the blink of an eye.

All the players on the court stared at their opponents as keenly as eagles, always observing the opponent's every move and making an attack or defense for the next second.

All the spectators on the sidelines were also tense, and their eyes followed the team they liked, for fear of missing a minute and a second, and missing the wonderful moment.

Zhang Zhushi arched his waist, panted slowly and patted the basketball in his hand, and met Miao He who was staring at him for a moment, then quickly turned around and jumped up and passed the basketball to Yang Zekui who was standing diagonally: "Then !"

With a sound, Yang Zekui, who got the ball, directly confidently shot a three-pointer.

"Yes!" Zhang Zhu, who knew Yang Zekui's strength well and saw the basketball just one hand away from the hoop, was delighted, and he turned his eyes to his players without concealing his excitement.

"pat".

However, a dull and crisp sound sounded behind him, and the faces of the team members in front of him suddenly changed, causing Zhang Zhushi to suddenly put away his expression and turn around.

—was stopped?

That's right.

The answer to this doubt was given immediately, but Zhang Zhushi couldn't react and became a little stunned.

He stood there dumbfounded and looked up at the basketball flying in the air, his lips parted slightly due to nervousness.

After the opposite side blocked Yang Zekuina's ball, he also directly threw a three-pointer?

So surprised, Zhang Zhushi, who was annoyed by the opponent's provocative behavior, backed away a little bit, then jumped up and prepared to intercept the ball halfway.

By the slightest mistake--

He failed.

After staggering a little and standing still, he didn't care about the numbness on his feet caused by the hard landing, and immediately turned around and stared at the basketball thrown into his square basket.

The second half of the game is coming to an end, will he lose this game?

For a brief moment, he thought so.

Unexpectedly, before the referee decides the winner of the round, the emergency situation of the two teams wrestling behind him interrupted the progress of the game.

In the end, the game didn't go down smoothly.

Because, I don't know why the two players who fought together were seriously injured, and they were so injured that they needed to go to the hospital immediately.

The time and venue for their competition were chosen after the exam and outside the school, so there were no medical teachers waiting to be confirmed here, and they couldn't do simple emergency treatment, so many people became panicked.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?! Hurry up and make a phone call!" Zhang Zhu, who had changed his jersey and knew that he was out to play basketball, didn't bring a mobile phone or anything else, frowned and roared angrily.

Miao He took the mobile phone from Li Jiaping who hurriedly brought it, and did not forget to emphasize: "I scored the last three-pointer in this game! Don't forget the most important point because of the accident! "

Zhang Zhushi listened, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Please?! The body was covered with blood, and the person who passed out was not a team member of your team leader?! What is the most important thing?! Please, the most important thing now Are you sending him to the hospital?! Can you take on the responsibility of a captain, damn it!"

Zhang Zhushi, who was filled with righteous indignation, blushed in anger at what Miao He said just now.

If time permits, he really wants his mother-in-law to teach him well.

After being yelled at by Zhang Zhushi, Miao He's expression became ugly.

He clenched his fists and clenched his brows tightly, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

What came into his ears around him were the voices of people discussing.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Miao He to be such a person."

"Yeah, isn't he the captain? Isn't the injured man one of his players? He can still say that the most important point is the three-pointer he just shot."

"I think Zhang Zhushi is a good captain in comparison."

"Tch, neither of them is a good thing, what kind of bad guy is Zhang Zhufu?"

"..."

Words like these made his temples twitch irritably, one head and two big.

He was just a little impatient, and he was a little more nervous about the scores than others, so why would everyone judge him so much?

After sending the person to the hospital and settling everything, Zhang Zhushi and his party sat side by side on the chairs in the corridor of the ward.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Zhushi, who couldn't stand being so quiet, opened his mouth first: "Today—"

With just one word, the people sitting next to him opened their mouths wide and stared at one place with wide-eyed pupils.

Zhang Zhushi, who frowned in confusion, followed their gazes, a little aggrieved because most of the words were stuck in his throat.

I saw that when he saw who was coming, Zhang Zhushi quietly took a deep breath, and a wave of unknown anger that had nowhere to vent surged up at this moment.

"Why are you here?" He frowned tightly, curled the corners of his mouth, folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, looking as impatient as he could be.

Zhang Hezhi smiled lightly, and passed him to look at the few who came to the hospital with his younger brother: "Hello, I am Zhang Hezhi, Zhang Zhushi's elder brother. Although there is a little problem today, but you guys are here today. The basketball game was great."