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Chapter 12 comes on stage (catching insects).

The incident of Ji Xi's injury undoubtedly added another fire to the basketball game three days later. On the confession wall, Class [-] even let go, saying that Class [-] would be beaten as a grandson this time.

The rivalry among their peers quickly spread to the office. Now in the first half of the second year of high school, there is no need to pull out the pressure of the third year in advance. Lao Ma and the other class teachers did not respond, and even started to bet with a smile. Which of them Class can win.

Ji Xu of the Public Opinion Center should eat and drink, he has injured his foot now, and has an honest reason for being late, so he wakes up later than before.

It's just that after he finished washing up, he opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Jiang Xing leaning against the door.

Jiang Xing seemed to have just woken up not long ago, his eyelids were drooping, and there were still bruises under his eyes.He is 181 tall, but the school uniform he is wearing is 190, which is inevitably a bit too big, and the slightly long sleeves cover his fingers with only his fingertips exposed.

Ji Xu skipped a bit: "At the same table, what are you doing here?"

"..."

Jiang Xing seemed to have fallen asleep standing up just now, and it took him a while to react before he opened his eyes. There were still red bloodshot eyes from staying up all night, and his dejected demeanor was full: "Wait for you."

Seeing that Ji Xu was puzzled, he explained one more sentence: "You were injured because of me."

He is not so heartless, so before Ji Xu recovers from his injury, he will try his best to take care of him if he can.

In Ji Xu's sight, he took a step forward, held his arm, and said sleepily: "Let's go, first go to the cafeteria to buy some breakfast."

It's definitely too late to eat slowly.

So Ji Xu smelled the scent of shampoo on Jiang Xing's school uniform again——

Obviously the two of them lived together for two days and used the same brand of shampoo, but the smell was particularly good on Jiang Xing.

It's like the cold snow lotus fragrance, which has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and it is decadent and soft...

"What are you thinking, look at the steps."

Jiang Xing let out a cold cry, bringing Ji Xu back to his senses.

He groaned and jumped up on one foot.

The meals in No. [-] Middle School can only be regarded as edible, filling the stomach, and now most of the window breakfasts have been sold out.Jiang Xing and the two went to the breakfast cart, only bread and milk were left.

Ji Xu took two casually: "What kind of bread do you eat?"

Jiang Xing glanced at it, and said casually, "It's fine if it's not mango, I'm allergic to mango."

Hearing this, Ji Xu's expression became serious, and he carefully looked at the ingredients list of the two fruit sandwich breads he took, and finally chose to give up, and gave Jiang Xing two ordinary ones.

"It may not be written in the ingredient list, you should eat this kind."

Jiang Xing was slightly stunned, and looked down at the bread in his hand.

All the pure milk from the breakfast trolley was taken away. Ji Xu looked at the list of ingredients one by one, managed to pick a few, and put them in front of Jiang Xing, "Look, these are all good, and the others are all fruit milk , or it has mango ingredients.”

Ji Xu is usually inconspicuous, and his black pupils often hide his smile, but now he looks at the ingredient list carefully, unexpectedly serious.

A row of milk 'to be picked'.

Jiang Xing curled his fingertips lightly, and the bread bag made a faint sound.

He wasn't used to being treated so seriously.

After a while, he took two bottles casually, pulled Ji Xu's clothes, hid half of his face in the high neckline, and whispered, "Let's go."

Ji Xu was walking beside him, he could see that Jiang Xing often stayed up late, he hesitated before asking, "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Jiang Xing: "Didn't sleep."

Ji Xu:? ? !

He couldn't believe it: "What did you do?"

In fact, he didn't do anything, Jiang Xing was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, that is, after the live broadcast was over, he called [Day. ]'s mentally retarded battle until one o'clock in the morning... Then I did a few sets of math problems to vent.

I couldn't fall asleep after finishing the work, so I didn't sleep at all, playing games to collect Satan fragments, and staying up all night without paying attention.

Jiang Xingyan said: "Playing a game, collecting fragments."

Ji Xu couldn't help frowning after hearing this, "You don't often stay up all night, do you?"

He remembered that when Jiang Xing was in class during the day, except for occasionally staring at the blackboard in a daze, he was basically sleeping.

"Is the task of the long-eared cat really so important to you?"

Jiang Xing: "...It's mainly the rewards of the missions, which are quite nice."

It's a blue long-eared cat doll.

Ji Xu had also seen the picture of the long-eared cat given by the government, and was silent for a while. This doll has nothing to do with the word 'good-looking'.

Jiang Xing was very serious when he said this, so Ji Xu silently swallowed what he wanted to complain about. The aesthetics of his deskmate... seemed to be so twisted.

But no matter how much you want, you can't stay up all night like this.

Gotta figure out a way.

Monday and Tuesday pass peacefully.

Just being peaceful doesn't mean being peaceful.

These two days, every noon, afternoon, and evening after school, Zeng Zhi would take the boys in the class who were good at basketball to the playground to practice.

Occasionally, I would meet people from Class [-]. They were all at war with each other, but they were all holding their breaths, and they wanted to wait for the actual match on Wednesday to see the truth.

There are also a lot of psychological tactics. Every time Zeng Zhi leads people to train, people from Class [-] will pass by and say a few words in a strange way-of course, Class [-] will also go back in a strange way.

Who is not a hermaphrodite!

But Ji Xu was injured, which still affected the morale of the third class. There were too many psychological tactics, and it was inevitable that he was really anxious. No one wanted to be really ashamed and thrown at grandma's house.

And this basketball game is also related to the rehearsal venue for the cultural festival.

Zeng Zhi looked up to the sky and sighed: "If we lose, the girls in the class will definitely tear us apart."

He shivered.

It was after school at night, and they had been playing for a while, Ji Xu was sitting on the bench watching, Jiang Xing was leaning on the side with his chest folded, his expression was cold, and he didn't interrupt.

Ji Xu twirled the basketball with his fingertips, and lightly tossed it: "Okay, you guys go first, it's getting late."

Zeng Zhi wiped off his sweat, greeted him a few times, then turned to Ji Xu and said, "Old Ji, are you going?"

Ji Xu: "Blow the air."

Zeng Zhi nodded when he heard the words, and went back with a few people in the class behind him.

At this time, there was no one on the playground. After staying for a long time, the wind was still a bit chilly. Jiang Xing leaned beside him, his gaze fell on Ji Xu, and his tone was light, "Aren't you leaving?"

boom--

The basketball was bounced on the ground by Ji Xu, and he borrowed it again, and he stood up: "I'll try to play two laps."

Jiang Xing grabbed him, "Foot."

Ji Xu was helpless: "Yang Xiao's strength is quite strong. Although the fifth class provoked him first, but after all, I accepted the bet. If he really loses, it won't look good."

He blinked and said with a smile: "Master at the same table, I know you care about me, so I'll just do two laps, and stop if I can't."

Jiang Xing had no expression on his face, but he quickly let go of his hand to clearly express his dislike, "Who cares about you anymore, whether you want to hit me or not."

He sat down and watched Ji Xu slowly and tentatively walk to the court, and then speed up a little bit - still limping.

The teenager's playing steps are not chic, even clumsy. Only the very obedient basketball and the basketball that enters the frame from time to time show that his level is indeed very high.

Jiang Xing didn't understand why Ji Xu was so persistent.

He has changed schools too many times, and he can no longer find half of that so-called sense of class honor.

Entering strange classes, many strange faces, scrutinizing gazes, curious, fearful, provocative...

Jiang Xing vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to be like this before.

Lu Feicheng said that he was always picked on by people because the words 'I'm soft and easy to bully' were written on his face.Later, Jiang Xing consciously showed indifference, and there were fewer and fewer people looking for trouble.

Up to now, he couldn't tell whether it was habitual ignorance, or the indifference had already melted into his bones.

Ji Xu hit it twice, sweating all over, his face turned pale, he didn't know if it was heat or pain, or both.

However, his eyes were bright and he was a little excited. He hopped to Jiang Xing's side with the basketball in his arms, "Hey, I'm at the same table, did you see that, but I'll figure it out, let it go completely, and it will last about 5 minutes."

Ji Xu still has the enthusiasm after exercising.

He was wearing a school uniform, holding a ball and smiling, and even the scar on his brow bone looked wanton and flamboyant.

—If you ignore that he is standing on one foot now.

This is a good deal.

With a cold face, Jiang Xing slapped the ball in his hand: "Take your things and let's go."

Ji Xu stretched his waist, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Okay—then put your ball in the goal box."

He walked out of the basketball court slowly, and there were his and Jiang Xing's water glasses in the corner.

Jiang Xing twirled the ball in his hand and watched quietly for a moment, his long and drooping eyelashes cast a shallow shadow by the light of the street lamp.

"Jiang Xing—"

"Let's go—"

Ji Xuyao ​​stood at the door and called him.

Jiang Xing stood up, held the ball in one hand, looked at the basketball box in front of him on the right, and then threw it casually from a distance.

boom.

The basketball went in steadily.

He turned around, his tone light.

"Well, here we come."

……

Wednesday morning.

The third physical education class, basketball court.

Because I applied with the teacher early, so now the people from Class [-] and Class [-] are sitting on the viewing platform, and there are two classes of players on the court below.

The physical education teacher stood in the middle of the field with a smile, and was very happy to see this kind of scene.

As soon as the whistle blows, the game starts immediately!

"Come on, shift three——!"

"Class five must win—!"

Jiang Xing drank the last two sips of ice water to disperse his drowsiness, and finally became more awake.

He and Ji Xu sat next to each other quietly in the last row, surrounded by people from the class, cheering for those who were about to compete.

Ji Xu didn't drink the water in his hand, he bit the bottle cap to watch the situation on the field.

The situation on the field is not very good. Yang Xiao is a sports student, and his basketball skills are not good, but his physical fitness and training intensity in all aspects are naturally stronger than those in the third class.

After playing for 10 minutes, the score has already drawn a lot.

Class [-]'s momentum became stronger and stronger. In comparison, Class [-]'s shouts for cheers all weakened, and one ebbed and the other went up. If this continues, losing is already a foregone conclusion.

A boy of this age, who wants to lose.

But the members of the third class who were on the field could not help but feel guilty when they heard the cheering cheers from their own class getting smaller and weaker. If they had the heart of losing, their attention would become weaker, and their movements would become weaker.

Ji Xu squeezed the bottle in his hand, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Come on, shift three!!"

With this sound, the rest of Class Three seemed to be ignited, and the oppressive atmosphere was swept away, and they all shouted desperately: "Come on, Class Three!"

Emotionally sensitive, even slightly red eye sockets.

The collective resonance is very easy to pull people into that emotion.

The momentum of the third class was shaken, Zeng Zhi got excited, dodged the persuasive person, jumped forward, and with a bang, the ball went into the basket!

The physical education teacher blew the whistle, because there was still class in the next quarter, and there was only a 3-minute break at halftime.

Yang Xiao from Class [-] wiped his sweat and was quite proud of the score. He felt that his class had won, so he looked in the direction where Ji Xu was sitting: "Ji Xu, how are you doing? Do you want to play? If you don't, But you will lose."

"—Oh, I forgot," Yang Xiao smiled, and finished the second half of the sentence with great regret, "I forgot, you are still limping now!"

But what he said is also true. According to the current situation, the possibility of losing in the third class is [-]%.

Zeng Zhi, who went to watch the stage to drink water, was furious when he heard the words, "Yang Xiao, you—"

Ji Xu stood up at some point, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and comforted him: "Old Zeng, Guo Yong fell just now, replace him, I will go."

Zeng Zhi: "No! Your feet..."

Ji Xu smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay to fight for a while, everyone is provocative, so you can't do nothing, that's too useless."

He was about to unzip the zipper of his school uniform——

A hand was on his shoulder, pressing him hard on the seat, and then unreasonably pulled the zipper back for him.

Ji Xu was dumbfounded:? ? ?

He looked up at Jiang Xing who didn't know when he stood up, "At the same table?"

Jiang Xing had already taken off his coat. The short sleeves of his blue and white school uniform were fresh and clean. He wore sun protection sleeves on his arms, covering them up to his elbows. The young man was tall, thin and fair, with cold and narrow eyes. Less than half sleepy.

After shedding that layer of sleepy skin, she unexpectedly showed a free and easy manner that she didn't usually have.

He glanced at Ji Xu with a cold expression.

"Tamp the goods, be honest."

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