On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

While the cheerleading was in full swing, the basketball team heard that they would start training tomorrow, and after the cheerleading competition kicked off in November, there would be the Chenxi Cup basketball game.

This Chenxi Cup basketball game is actually a basketball game for freshmen, and the competition between colleges and colleges that the whole year of a department participates in is called the Hope Cup.

The Hope Cup is generally a competition between sophomores by default.

But this is not good news for Song Yu.

Although Song Yu likes to dance and play ball very much, when the two meet together, Song Yu only feels that his eyes are dark.

From 07:30 to 10:30 in the morning is the basketball team's training, and even after school in the afternoon from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] is also the basketball team's time, and the rehearsal time for cheerleading is evening self-study, [-]:[-] to [-]:[-].Because of the student union, Jiang Yang came forward to ask everyone in their etiquette team to leave.

Looking at it this way, Song Yu hardly had any time for himself.

Probably except for the short lunch break and lunch break, which belong to his physical rest time.

The moment Song Yu learned that he would wake up at five o'clock tomorrow morning, the smile on his face instantly collapsed.

Yan Baijing frowned, looked at Song Yu's tired face recently, and called back.

"Senior, Song Yu has been busy rehearsing in the student union recently, why don't you think Song Yu won't go to training for an hour after school in the afternoon? Excessive training is not good for the competition."

Unexpectedly, the senior's serious voice came from the microphone. Fortunately, the voice was so small that only Yan Baijing could hear it. "There are still two weeks until the game! Our training is already late, so it's okay for him not to come at night, and he needs to increase his training volume in the morning!"

Yan Baijing frowned, knowing that it would be useless to tell them anything, if they got angry, Song Yu might be kicked out of the basketball team.

He didn't care, but how could such a passionate guy like Song Yu accept such a result.

"understood."

Yan Baijing hung up the phone, met Song Yu's expectant face, stretched his brows, and smiled, "The senior is very nice, he said he wants you to rest well, so you don't have to go tonight."

Song Yu's brows stretched out, and he smiled brightly, "Senior is really a good person! Yida and the two of us have to work hard and let our school win a championship for the seniors to see!"

Yan Baijing smiled and nodded, "Well, you sleep first, I'll go out for a while."

Song Yu had been busy all day, and was indeed exhausted, so he lay on the bed without saying a word.

Yan Baijing went out and called the senior, "I'll double his training. If this condition doesn't allow him to rest, then I'll quit the basketball team and you guys can find another point guard."

The reason why Yan Baijing said this is because he has considerable confidence in himself.

The half-threat half-compromise way of handling things makes people not feel that he is making trouble for no reason.

To be honest, there is really no second person who can handle the ball like Yan Baijing among the freshmen of the Computer Academy. Yan Baijing's ability to control the field is also top-notch even among sophomores who have been training for a year.

It would be a shame for a basketball team to lose such a talent.

But being threatened by a junior like this, the senior was still very upset, and the senior seemed a little angry on the phone.

"Do you threaten me?"

Yan Baijing was expressionless, "I'm just stating the facts, and the choice is yours. I don't think that making a team member exhausted can have a good training effect."

Yan Baijing's tone really deserves a beating, but what he said was indeed reasonable.

In a fit of anger, the senior only said viciously to the phone, "Every morning, you go to run ten more laps to train your physical strength."

Yan Baijing agreed without blinking an eye.

"That's it, senior, rest early."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Baijing hung up the phone.

Obviously it was the senior who took advantage, but the senior on the other end of the phone was so angry that he wanted to drop his phone after hearing the defiant beep.

When Yan Baijing returned to the dormitory, Song Yu had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Song Yu's shallow breathing sounded in his ears, calm and peaceful.

Yan Baijing also slowly closed his eyes.

The alarm clock rang at 04:30 in the morning. Song Yu lazily turned off the alarm clock. When he turned over and was about to go to bed, he suddenly remembered that training would be at five o'clock. He forced himself to open his eyes, put on his clothes and pants, and get out of bed .

When I was about to call Yan Baijing, I found that he was no longer in the dormitory.

The quilts were well folded, and it was obvious that they had already left.

What, I left by myself without calling me, it's really not enough buddies.

Song Yu pursed his lips, took the time to wash up, and finally walked to the basketball court at five o'clock.

Sure enough, Yan Baijing had already waved at him on the basketball court.

He ran forward, "When did you get up, why didn't you ask me to come with you?"

Yan Baijing smiled, "I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you. I'll come over and recite the words. If I practice until eight o'clock, I won't have time to recite the words."

Song Yu looked at Yan Baijing as if he was looking at a monster, "...Are you a pervert? You're still learning after all this?!"

The corner of Yan Baijing's mouth curled into a trace of sarcasm, and he pointed to his head, "So I have more goods here than you."

Song Yu gritted his teeth, "Go away, nerd!"

Yan Baijing smiled.

The night hadn't completely faded, so Song Yu didn't see that Yan Baijing's face was a little tired and pale.

But Song Yu could feel the heat coming out of Yan Baijing's body just after exercising.

"Have you... finished your run?"

A little surprised by Song Yu's strong insight, Yan Baijing unhurriedly found a reason for himself.

"Yeah, it's too boring to memorize vocabulary, so let's take a walk to warm up."

In Song Yu's heart, Yan Baijing's abnormality has reached another level.

But Yan Baijing was quite perverted in the first place, so Song Yu didn't complain about his perversion anymore, but sighed, "Hey...you won."

In fact, Yan Baijing was so tired that he was almost exhausted after running ten laps, so how could he have the energy to recite words.

It was his limit to be able to hold on in front of Song Yu and keep his breath balanced.

But the senior seemed to want to punish Bai Jing deliberately today, and told everyone directly, "Today we will give everyone a physical test, and then carry out physical training!"

Yan Baijing could see a sneer on the senior's mouth, as if telling him how unwise yesterday's provocation was.

On Yan Baijing's face, there was no mourning that the senior wanted to see, only calmness.

There was a calm, as if these trainings were not going to matter to him at all.

The physical fitness test is very simple, that is, running laps.

1000 meters for boys.

That is to run two and a half laps around the playground.

Yan Baijing gritted his teeth so that he would not fall too far behind, but Song Yu was a little scared when he panted so much after the run.

Song Yu recalled the scene of Yan Baijing standing in the sun for a long time in military posture during military training, and the sweat on his face slid down like rain.

Frowning, "Yida, are you okay?"

Yan Baijing gritted his teeth and shook his head, "I'm fine, just rest for a while."

Song Yu thought for a while, "Today is physical training, if you can't hold on, you must tell me."

The corner of Yan Baijing's mouth curled into a reassuring smile, "I am a self-proclaimed student god, and I will definitely do what a god should do."

Song Yu was really speechless to Yan Baijing, what kind of brain circuit is this guy, he still doesn't forget to pretend to be aggressive at a time like this.

Seeing Yan Baijing's stubborn and uncompromising appearance, the senior felt relieved for a while.

Once you are happy, you should forgive others and be a good person.

The senior walked between the two of them and patted Yan Baijing on the shoulder, "Are you okay? If you can't hold on, go and take a rest, and come back when you are practicing coordination."

At this time, he ran up to be a good person, and said very concerned words in his mouth, but he was actually mocking him for his lack of physical fitness.

However, only Yan Baijing could understand the meaning behind it.

Of course, the senior also knew that Yan Baijing could understand, so he was looking forward to the humiliating expression on Yan Baijing's face and the words of resistance.

But Yan Baijing didn't let the senior get what he wanted, but smiled politely, "Thank you for your concern, senior. I'm not physically strong. When the time comes for the game, please pay more attention to the playing time."

Bite back without any trace, the senior almost couldn't hold back his face, and forced the corner of his mouth to smile, "Then you should rest first, we are going to train."

Yan Bai nodded, "Thank you senior for your concern."

Damn, this schoolboy pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

He couldn't touch him head-to-head, and the other party ridiculed him with his strength, as if he didn't take hard and soft.

The senior also got into a fight with him somehow.

Maybe the reason why both of them are point guards.

The control of the field is like a layout, and careful thinking is the winner.The senior didn't want to lose to a freshman, even if this freshman was the kind of person who might lead the team to the championship.

Yan Baijing understands this kind of mentality very well. One more year of study will lead to a sense of superiority experienced by one more year.

No one wants to admit that they are worse than a newcomer.

But Yan Baijing was never a person who would deny himself.

He can make concessions, but it doesn't mean that he will be indifferent to other people's cynicism.

If Yan Baijing is tough, he will only be tougher than his opponent.

But for those who are soft on Yan Baijing, Yan Baijing will only know how to retreat and advance better than his opponent.

Temperament has never been tepid.

Coupled with that face and height that make men jealous, it seems that everything is perfect on him.

After everyone admits that you are excellent, if you find that imperfection, it will be infinitely magnified.

It can be easily denied.

Can be easily destroyed.

But Yan Baijing didn't care about this kind of psychology at all.

Even if the opponent is pissed off, what does it have to do with him.

In his eyes, this unconfident act of looking for a sense of presence is more ridiculous than moths flying into a flame.

Yan Baijing called this kind of person who jumps up and down to find a sense of existence——

flea.

Dealing with this kind of person, ignoring and ignoring him, can make him pissed off by his own jealousy.

So Yan Baijing was comfortable resting aside.

The senior was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

The sour feeling after running ten laps is really unbelievable.

Yan Baijing thought about it and insisted on it for more than two weeks, but he still couldn't help feeling a little bit worried.

However, it doesn't matter if Song Yu can take a rest.

At this moment, Song Yu's cell phone rang suddenly, and Song Yu called Yan Baijing from a distance, "Help me answer the call!"

Yan Baijing picked up his phone and checked the call. It was Jiang Yang.

It's seven o'clock now, and it's time for freshmen to get up and prepare for morning exercises.

Yan Baijing frowned, what could be the matter if he called so early.

Sliding his fingertips to the answer button, Jiang Yang's voice immediately came to his ears.

"Song Yu, do you know about the department's New Year's Day party? Every year, our school's New Year's Day party is the best. This year, the Ministry of Literature and Art said that the programs are a bit short, so I ask you to help rehearse a fluorescent dance, and I will help you agree. .”

Listening to Jiang Yang talking to himself on the phone, Yan Baijing's eyebrows were already furrowed.

If Luo Zifan was here, he could definitely see that Yan Baijing was already angry.