Idiots

Episode 3

The dark red basketball formed a beautiful arch in the air, and fell straight towards the boy.

  The hearts of the people around inevitably jumped.

Ten minutes ago.

  After Lin Yi left, Gong Jiu hugged her things and descended slowly.

The playground.

  Song Zixi was holding a basketball, followed by several male students, walking slowly.

   In the middle of the big playground is a basketball court.

  Bored in class, he went out to waste time.

   "Let's go, three against three."

   Their groups can be distributed evenly.

  Unexpectedly, before it even started, a basketball flew over like it had long eyes.

  Song Zixi lifted her leg and kicked the basketball backwards according to its original track, her face darkened.

"What do you mean."

  In that direction, a few people walked away slowly, and the leading boy caught the ball quietly, looked at Song Yang and smiled.

   "That's not interesting. Coincidentally we also want to play basketball and want to play with you."

   He slapped the basketball twice, and returned it to his hands after touching the ground.Ye He looked at Song Zixi and her entourage with an unknown smile.

  Someone silently stabbed the people around him, and muttered in a low voice, "There's still an empty field, but I want to come here to pick it up ..."

   The person who was stabbed also frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "Stop talking, if you are heard, you will have a hard time."

  The man covered his mouth with a frown, not speaking.

  Song Zixi narrowed her eyes and threw the basketball in her hand to the side.

   "Because you want to play, we don't have time."

  For a while, news of the war ignited between the two.

  Many students saw him and stood on the edge of the field, waiting for a confrontation between the two sides.

  The two had disliked each other ever since they entered school, and it was no exaggeration to call them deadly enemies.

   Still famous.

   Soon, figures interspersed in the field.

   Soon after, the basketball flew through the air.

  Instead of teaching upstairs.

  Jiang Xiying leaned lazily on the balcony, looking down.

   "Both do it again?"

   There's a little cynical.

   Beside him, Jun Gu raised his eyes and glanced, then withdrew his gaze, frowning, showing no interest at all.

   "By the way, I heard the club wants to sign a new coach?"

   The eyes that were fixed onto the field did not move much, Jiang Xiying propped his head up, and his body that was leaning on the balcony softened.

   It's almost noon, and the sun is getting stronger.

   Make him sleepy.

"Ms."

  Jun Gu hummed.

   "Have you hired someone?"

"Not yet."

  The answer is still light.

  The golden-framed eyes reflected the sunlight, shining with light.

   Glancing downwards, Jun Gu did not move much.

   "Don't find him?" Jiang Xiying turned his head now, "It makes no sense, there should be a lot of talent in this field, and it's more than enough to recruit a coach."

  The corner of his eyes did not move, and the corner of Jun Gu's mouth slightly curved.

  “Not all talents are suitable for coaching.”

   The boys at the club were not afraid of ordinary talent just because of their strength.

   "You're right," nodded, Jiang Xiying raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "Do you have any other position besides recruiting a coach? For example ... assistant or something?"

  Hearing this, Jun Gu observed him from top to bottom quietly, and after a moment of silence, "I already have an assistant, but there is still a janitor in the department. Why, are you interested?"

  Jiang Xiying could only move the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand in embarrassment, "I just asked, I'm not short of money."

   The classroom preparation bell rang, and people returned to the teaching building one by one.

  In an instant, more than half of the audience was reduced on the playground.

  Competition on the ground is getting tougher.

   Neither side will give way to the other.No matter which pair leads the score, it will be tied later.

   Now 31 to 32.

"Here!"

  Song Zixi yelled at her dribbling teammate, and the man stood up and passed the ball.

  Catching the ball, he quickly turned to aim, jumped, and exerted a heavy force with both hands.

   The basketball passed his hand and flew towards the ring with power.

   At the height, Jiang Xiying had just looked back.

   I see this sight.

   "Ck, tie?"

  The bell had already rung, even if Song Zixi won this point, she could not continue playing.

just.

  The result was not as good as expected.

   The thrown basketball hits the backboard hard and bounces back at a very fast pace.

   Shaking his head, Jiang Xiying was about to turn around.

   "Job . Where did this guy come from out of nowhere?"

  Jun Gu rarely saw it.

  On the edge of the field, the teenager held the school uniform in his right hand, and a new book was placed on it.

   Walk slowly.

  The basketball bouncing off the board just flew straight at him.

  Song Zixi also did not expect this surprise.

  A ball experiencing force increases its potential energy while moving in the air, and also the unbearable pain when it hits a person.

  However, before he could say a word of caution, he was repulsed by the next scene.

  The boy walked with his head lowered while holding onto something, as if he did not feel any imminent danger.

   Just as the basketball was about to hit him, he threw his backpack back with his left hand, then raised it, and caught the ball accurately.

   The fast-moving ball stops when it touches that hand.

  Everyone could only see the boy's arm being pulled.

  He never raised his head.

  Everyone present was stunned.

   The teenager seemed to pause for a moment, then raised his hand, and the basketball was thrown out by him.

   If you don't have nostalgia, keep going.

  People noticed that the basketball flew back into the air and fell right into the frame of the ball.

   "This kid is amazing, he can throw it very accurately from that distance ?!"

  That distance is several times the three-point shot distance, isn't it?

  Jiang Xiying stopped in his tracks and looked at the people below casually, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

  Jun Gu's eyes under the golden frame were tightly shut, staring at the boy.

   A moment before throwing the basketball just now, the boy seemed to turn his head and glanced over here.

  In the distance, you could also feel the wildness inside in that short punch.

   "Booms"

   The basketball eventually landed on the ground, bouncing up and down several times due to inertia.

  Song Zixi did not react.

  The people present did not respond.

   "Damn it, who is this, so f * cking ?!"

   One was the first to react, with an exaggerated expression.

  Song Zixi looked at the basketball, and then at the boy standing on the spot.

   "Sorry, Song Zixi, you lost this game."

  Ye He pulled his consciousness from shock, clapped his hands, raised his eyes and looked at Song Zixi with a smile.

  Even though the last goal went into the frame, it wasn't Song Zixi's team's job, so it didn't count.

  After the basketball stopped bouncing, it rolled into Song Zixi's feet.

   Stretching his legs and kicking him, Song Zixi's face was not very good.

   "You don't have to remind me, I know."

   After speaking, he first raised his legs and walked in front, and the others immediately followed.

   Bending down to pick up the basketball, Ye He looked back away, and smiled haughtily.

Um…

   Who is this boy, is very attention-grabbing ...

  

... Seriate...