A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

At that moment, Song Zhiyu had at least three cool ways to catch the ball in his mind.But the result was not as expected, the fact is: after Song Zhiyu pushed Zhou Cheng away, a "head touch the ball" came.

Personal heroism is out of the question.

Who gave Song Zhiyu the confidence that his head was stronger than Zhou Cheng's?

It is true that the natural athletic cells were exhausted by acquired laziness and indulgence. Due to a wrong time estimation, Song Zhiyu's hand had just reached the position in front of his chest when the high-speed spinning basketball hit his temple.

At that time, the flying speed of the basketball was random meters per second. At that time, the distance between the basketball and him was only 0.01 meters. In addition to regretting why he pretended to be so aggressive, Song Zhiyu even hoped that this was not a basketball, but a shot put.Killing with a single ball is neither painful nor itchy.

He only felt a black shadow sweeping over, and the momentary pain when the ball hit was not strong, but the aftershocks brought by it lasted for a long time.Song Zhiyu hugged his head subconsciously and knelt down, physiological tears immediately filled his entire eye sockets.

"No... are you okay?" Zhou Cheng was frightened by this sudden change, he carefully squatted in front of Song Zhiyu, wanting to check his situation, he did not raise his hands, not daring to touch Song Zhiyu lightly.

Song Zhiyu was obviously still immersed in the aftermath of dizziness, and was so painful that he couldn't speak for a while. He freed up one hand and waved it, indicating that it was nothing important.

"Let me see." Zhou Cheng whispered to Song Zhiyu.He coaxed and begged Song Zhiyu to reveal his face again. Zhou Cheng stretched out his hand to caress Song Zhiyu's forehead, lifted his fine bangs, and found that the rubbing place on his forehead was crimson, and there were small wounds oozing blood.

"I said earlier that irrelevant personnel should stay away from the court! Didn't you hit you, bean sprouts? Huh?" Huangmao Jiang Chun's mocking voice came from not far away. It was obvious that he deliberately threw the basketball at Zhou Cheng just now.Surrounded by a bunch of other sophomore boys, he laughed exaggeratedly.

"Growing so big, I'm afraid I haven't even shot a football?"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhou Cheng was obviously completely irritated by these words, and when he turned around, the expression on his face instantly became serious.It is rare that his beautiful eyes did not reveal the slightest smile, nor was he completely angry, but just calmly, calmly and continuously staring at Jiang Chun.

It was a calm about what was really going to happen—the calm before the storm.

"I didn't do it on purpose, it's because this kid... doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, so he insists on coming up to take this ball, it's none of my business?" Jiang Chun also realized that Zhou Cheng's expression was different, and he trembled unconsciously when he spoke.

Song Zhiyu's head was still buzzing, and Jiang Chun's voice came to his ears intermittently, but he couldn't hear it clearly.Glancing down at his watch, it was already 08:30 p.m.

He stood up with difficulty, another wave of dizziness swept over him, the colors in front of his eyes flickered, and the surrounding scenery was distorted several times, almost falling to the ground.This time it was because after squatting for a long time, I stood up suddenly, and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient.Song Zhiyu silently grabbed his own tiger's mouth, restrained his urge to faint, and walked towards Zhou Cheng.

He walked behind Zhou Cheng, and naturally held Zhou Cheng's clenched fists, signaling him to calm down and not be impulsive.

"I'll help you to the infirmary!"

Zhou Cheng grabbed Song Zhiyu's arm, but Song Zhiyu gently pushed it away.Song Zhiyu shook his head at Zhou Cheng, his face was pale except for the wound, and his thin lips seemed to have lost a bit of red compared to usual, he slightly raised the corners of his mocking mouth, and said to Zhou Cheng: "Don't do anything. Have you watched "Hot-Blooded High School" too much? Want to drop out?"

Without giving Zhou Cheng time to answer, Song Zhiyu continued to walk forward. I don't know if it was intentional. Song Zhiyu's steps were extremely chaotic, as if he was about to fall in the next second.Stumbling like this, Song Zhiyu stood in front of the yellow-haired Jiang Chun.

If you don't look closely, you don't know that Jiang Chun is not only a lot shorter than Zhou Cheng, but Song Zhiyu is also half a head short of altitude.Song Zhiyu glanced down at Jiang Chun intentionally or unintentionally.Jiang Chun didn't know if he had read it wrong, the face in front of him was pale, and there was a bit of mockery at the corner of his mouth when he said "bean sprouts".

Zhou Cheng looked down on him, why should this boy who looks like he would fall if the wind blows, also look down on himself?Jiang Chun saw the calmness in Song Zhiyu's eyes. This calmness was different from the coercion brought by Zhou Cheng, and more like a silent sarcasm.

"Why, you also want to fight with me?" Jiang Chun bluffed and shouted.The sophomore boys around laughed loudly, but the components of this smile were very complicated.Some laughed at Song Zhiyu, some laughed at Jiang Chun, and some laughed at the two of them.

"Sure, if you're willing." Song Zhiyu responded indifferently, "But let me state in advance that I'm sick, and if I kill you, it's not your fault."

There was another burst of laughter around. Obviously, although Jiang Chun is not as tall as Song Zhiyu, in terms of body size, the two have a considerable disparity in strength.And Song Zhiyu's answer was obviously a bit shameless, relying on his own "weakness" and pretending to be a rascal, a bit like the old man who grabs a seat on the bus, commonly known as - moral kidnapping.

If Jiang Chun was really angry because he hit Song Zhiyu, then the crowd watching the fun would definitely laugh at him in the future.

"You, what do you want?" If possible, Jiang Chun really wanted to punch this boy in the face.

Song Zhiyu first looked down at Jiang Chun, then slowly looked away.He looked down at his watch again, the time was almost up, he looked around again, and by the way, he looked around at Zhou Cheng who was ready to go.

"What's so interesting!" Jiang Chun was annoyed by Song Zhiyu's attitude, but he had nowhere to release his anger.

He laughed lightly, and leaned close to Jiang Chun, but it seemed to others that he fell on Jiang Chun.Song Zhiyu clung to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Punch me, believe it or not, I will let you drop out of school."

"Why! Who are you?" Song Zhiyu's words obviously hit Jiang Chun's pain point. He was given a "exit warning" by the school because of his unsatisfactory grades and several fights and troubles. Stop scolding him.The normal students around him alienated him because of this, and the friends who played with him also laughed at him because he "didn't do well". To hide his contempt for himself.

Why!You all look down on me!

"Because you are a waste..." Song Zhiyu seemed to understand Jiang Chun's mind, and said lazily in a low voice.

Song Zhiyu's next action made everyone present, including Jiang Chun, not expect it, because this gentle and fragile boy actually swung his fist in the next second and hit Jiang Chun directly in the face.The strength and speed of this punch were not big, but it did hit Jiang Chun firmly in the face.

Jiang Chun obviously didn't expect Song Zhiyu to make such a move. He couldn't avoid all the punches. He only felt a sharp pain on the bridge of his nose, and the tip of his nose became hot, and two streams of heat flowed down tragically.

When I touched it, it was blood.

The girl screamed appropriately.

"You! Hit me?"

"Even your father hasn't hit you? Impossible." Song Zhiyu raised a smile on the corner of his mouth again, "By the way, the hand feeling is worse than that of patting a ball."

Jiang Chun covered his nose, and angrily pushed Song Zhiyu away. The anger in his heart was burning wildly, and he was about to fight back with his fist.

Song Zhiyu, who was pushed away, took several steps back before he managed to stabilize his figure. The wound on his head was bleeding again at some point.He took a few heavy breaths, and his eyelashes were wet with sweat, which somewhat obstructed his vision.The next step is to wait for the yellow-haired punch. I don't know where he will choose to hit when he is angry. Song Zhiyu even has the leisure to guess.But I hope it doesn't hurt too much.

The girl let out another scream at the right time.It's ironic to say that the exclamation that should be exclaimed, the scream that should be screamed, is that no one is willing to come out to stop this farce.

The expected fist didn't come as planned. Song Zhiyu turned his head to see that Huang Mao had been clasped by Zhou Cheng's arm, and fell to the ground half kneeling.

"Tsk, what a mess." Song Zhiyu complained in his heart.

"What are you doing here!" Zhang Yongxiang, who came out of nowhere, angrily crossed the field and came to the three of them.In addition to being a physics teacher in Class [-], Zhang Yongxiang is also the political director of the school, and he usually disciplines these "problem students".As soon as he saw the yellow-haired Jiang Chun being pushed to the ground, he basically guessed the matter in his heart.

"Jiang Chun! Why is it you again? How many times this month? I think you really don't want to go to school!"

Zhang Yongxiang passed by here purely because his daughter is a student of No. 66 Middle School, and he basically passes here on time every day to pick up his daughter.As soon as he saw a group of people around the playground, some of whom were still wearing their school uniform, he decided to come over to find out.

Sure enough, it was those ignorant bastards who went to another school to bully the students. This time it was even more hateful that they even bullied their favorite students!Seeing Song Zhiyu's pale face, the color on his head, and the appearance of almost fainting, Zhang Yongxiang was furious.

For Song Zhiyu, Zhang Yongxiang has always favored him, not only because of his outstanding grades, but also because he knows something about Song Zhiyu's physical condition, so it is inevitable that he will feel a little sympathy for him.

"Mr. Zhang..." Song Zhiyu softly called out to Zhang Yongxiang. He gave Jiang Chun a weak look, and then seemed to have lost the strength to support him, and passed out on Zhou Cheng's body.

"I just pushed him lightly, how... how?" Jiang Chun said to Zhang Yongxiang, who was a little at a loss, "Teacher, it must be this kid who wants to frame me!"

Zhang Yongxiang just glanced at Jiang Chun coldly and ignored him.

"Quick! Send him to the hospital! I'll settle your business tomorrow!" He said to Zhou Cheng.Zhou Cheng nodded, without further ado, picked up Song Zhiyu and left.

"You'd better hope that the person is fine! Otherwise...huh." Zhang Yongxiang snorted coldly.

"Everyone saw it, it was this kid who hit me first! Xiang...Mr. Zhang, look, my nose is bleeding!" Jiang Chun widened his eyes and asked the surroundings for confirmation.

No one answered.

Even the former so-called friends who played basketball together.They gave Jiang Chun helpless eyes, and no one wanted to get caught in the fire at this time.

Zhang Yongxiang waved his hand and shouted: "All irrelevant people go home, have you finished your homework, right? Are you here to watch the fun?" Suddenly, the crowd dispersed, and only Jiang Chun and Zhang Yongxiang were left on the court in just a few seconds. Xiang and Xiang are deserted.

"You've grown your skills, and you've learned how to frame people, right? Aren't you guys the most loyal, why is no one standing up for you this time?" Zhang Yongxiang sneered.He usually looks down on this group of unlearned and incompetent boys, who have poor grades and like to form cliques all day long.

"I really didn't! I just accidentally touched him with a basketball, how could I expect him to be so weak?" Jiang Chun seemed to realize something suddenly, "Teacher, teacher, he must be pretending, I just saw him open his eyes! Let's catch up and see, he must be faking it."

"I saw it just now." Zhang Yongxiang didn't want to talk nonsense with Jiang Chun, no matter how long the time dragged on, his daughter would probably scold him for being late again.

"Go back first, let your mother bring you to school tomorrow to discuss the matter of dropping out." He hurriedly finished and left without looking back.

Jiang Chun stood alone on the court, and there seemed to be the echo of the basketball "da da" landing in his ears. He didn't understand why things turned out like this.After thinking about it, I blamed that man named Zhou Cheng. If he hadn't kept me from being on and off the court, I wouldn't have wanted to get back on the court and attack him behind the scenes.Then there will be no subsequent series of things happening. Of course, that bean sprouts are also unforgivable.

No, he was the worst.People not only look like sissies, but they also do things as indecent as women.

"I will make them both eat and walk around!"

"Hey, Chun'er? Why are you the only one left?" Hou Wanqiang, who was supposed to be there earlier, felt that it was still early, so he stopped by the roadside and drank a bowl of wonton before coming over.Who would have thought that when he arrived, Jiang Chun would be the only one standing there gritting his teeth.

"Brother Qiang!" When Jiang Chun saw that Hou Wanqiang had come, he was pleasantly surprised, and felt disappointed when he thought that he might have to live the same life as him in the future.

"Damn it, don't wait for me, what's the point? Let's go." Hou Wanqiang cursed, turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Qiang..."

"Let the fart go."

"Help me, I don't want to quit school..."

When Hou Wanqiang heard what Jiang Chun said, he wondered if he was trying to squeeze him out. He laughed angrily, and said, "There's nothing wrong with not going to school. You don't fucking study."

"But my mother wants me to go to college." Jiang Chun is also crazy today, and wants to treat Hou Wanqiang as his heart-to-heart partner.

"Never mind my business!" Hou Wanqiang was about to leave, but after thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this kid was mocking him.Unable to get angry, he rushed up and punched Jiang Chun, and then left with satisfaction.

"People in this world, can't they know the current affairs and be sensible like Lao Tzu?"

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