txolops Chapter 137 Don't Get Hurt
Chapter 137 Don't Get Hurt
Class 8's session has also ended.
Ten minutes earlier than Class 4, the score was 68 to 20.
Zhou Jie scored over thirty points by himself, with three-pointers, drives, dunks, and everything in between.
The players from Class 9 were completely outmatched, and as soon as the final whistle blew, they grabbed the ball and left.
In the cafeteria, Song Huan sat down with her plate in hand.
Xiao Yunqing sat next to him and put a piece of braised pork rib into his bowl.
Zhao Qihang and Chen Xu also sat down, and the four of them occupied one table.
The people at the next table were from Class 9. They looked dejected, their chopsticks poking at their rice, barely eating anything.
"That Zhou Jie from Class 8, he's fucking fierce." The captain of Class 9 put down his chopsticks. His voice wasn't loud, but several tables nearby heard him. "He single-handedly broke through our entire defensive line. We couldn't stop him, we just couldn't stop him."
The other person nodded. "His change of direction was too fast; I couldn't keep up after just two steps."
Another person said, "And that center, he's so aggressive with rebounds, we can't even hold our ground under the basket."
Zhao Qihang took a bite of rice and pursed his lips.
"No matter how strong Class 8 is, can they be stronger than us?" The voice was quite loud. The students from Class 9 next to him turned their heads to look at him, but didn't say anything and turned back.
Xiao Yunqing sat opposite, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air. She wasn't looking at Zhao Qihang, but at Song Huan.
"Be careful then."
Song Huan nodded, stuffed the braised pork into her mouth, and said, "I understand."
The day the schedule was posted, Class 4 would play against Class 8 next Monday at 6 PM.
There were no matches these past few days, but Zhao Qihang didn't sit idle.
After school in the afternoon, I would run to the basketball court and squat on the sidelines to watch other classes play.
When I came back, I was clutching a notebook in my hand, which was covered with writing.
"Class 15 is very strong." He spread his notebook on the table, pointed to a line of text, "Stronger than Class 8. They have three sports students, two who train in track and field and one who trains in basketball. They run fast, jump high, and are fierce in physical confrontations."
Chen Xu stood to the side and nodded.
"That center from Class 15 is 1.95 meters tall, taller than me. He also has a long wingspan, making it difficult for him to score under the basket."
Song Huan glanced at Chen Xu in surprise.
For Chen Xu to say "not easy to beat," Class 15 must be something special.
If all goes well, we'll face them in the semifinals.
Zhao Qihang turned another page. "But that's a matter for the semi-finals. Let's take down Class 8 first."
There's something else that's been going on at school for the past few days.
The match between Class 5 and Class 7 was close until the last two minutes.
A player from Class 5 made a layup attempt, but was pulled down from mid-air by a player from Class 7, fell to the ground, got up, and shoved him.
The guy from Class 7 didn't hold back either, throwing a punch. The substitutes from both sides rushed forward, turning the field into a boxing ring.
The referee was blowing his whistle so hard his face turned white, and no one could stop him.
All those involved in the fight were ultimately banned from competition.
Xiao Yunqing heard about it from her homeroom teacher.
When Lu Xu talked about this in class, his tone was very calm, but his eyes were fixed on the few people playing basketball below.
"Playing ball is just playing ball. Don't bring things off the court. Winning and losing are normal, but don't lose the game and your dignity at the same time."
Xiao Yunqing sat in her seat, her hand gripping the pen tightly.
After class, she turned to look at Song Huan, her expression as serious as if she were reciting school rules.
"Don't get into a fight with anyone then."
Song Huan touched her nose. "Do I look like someone who would fight, with my civilized appearance?"
"It's similar," Xiao Yunqing said, without smiling.
Song Huan shut up.
The park was not crowded on the weekend.
The path winds its way through a banyan grove, ending at a basketball court.
The basketball hoop was rusted on the cement floor, and the net was half-broken, hanging on the iron ring, swaying back and forth in the wind.
No one usually comes here, but the place is clean, with fallen leaves swept to the side and piled up.
Song Huan walked ahead carrying the ball, while Xiao Yunqing followed behind, carrying a bag containing water, tissues, and a physics test paper.
She found a bench under the shade of a tree, sat down, spread out the test paper, and held a pen in her hand.
Song Huan dribbled to the three-point line, jumped, and shot.
The ball arced through the air, bounced off the back of the rim, and rolled to the edge of the grass.
He ran over, picked it up, and threw it again.
This time it went in, but it was hollow; the tattered net bag was shaken once.
He threw more than a dozen shots, sweat dripping down his forehead, soaking the collar of his T-shirt.
Xiao Yunqing sat in the chair, the pen scratching on the paper.
He wrote two lines, looked up, saw him cast a ball, and then looked down again.
He wrote two lines, then looked up again.
"Song Huan, I don't know how to do this question."
Song Huan walked over carrying the ball and bent down to look at the test paper.
Physics, electromagnetic induction, the last big question.
He picked up a pen and drew a diagram on the draft paper.
"First, analyze the forces. Gravity is downward, the support force is upward, and the Ampere force is to the left."
He explained two steps, and she nodded.
When he got to the third step, she frowned, so he explained it again.
After explaining it for the fifth time, she finally said "Oh," and took the pen back to write it herself.
Song Huan returned to the court and continued shooting. After a few shots, she shouted again.
"I can't answer this question either."
He ran over there again.
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head to write, while he stood beside her waiting.
She finished writing, looked up, smiled, and said, "Okay."
He went back and continued throwing.
The ball rolled under the basket, and as he bent down to pick it up, a hand touched the ball before he could reach it.
Xiao Yunqing stood next to him, picked up the ball, and hugged it to her chest.
"Let me pick it up for you. You're wasting time running around."
She handed him the ball and stood under the basket.
Song Huan took two steps, jumped, and made his move.
The ball bounced off the rim, she jumped, but couldn't reach it.
The ball landed on the ground and rolled twice. She ran over, picked it up, and threw it to him.
He shot again, and this time he made it.
The ball fell from the net, and she reached out to catch it, but she didn't catch it properly, and the ball bounced out and rolled into the grass.
She chased after him, picked it up, and dusted it off.
"Teach me how to shoot." She stood in front of the free throw line, raised the ball, but her posture was not right, her elbow was bent outward.
Song Huan walked over, took her elbow from behind, and pulled her closer.
"Raise your hand a little higher, yes, use your wrist to push, don't use your arm to push."
She threw the ball, which bounced off the front of the rim and nearly hit her.
She hunched her neck, and the ball flew over her head and rolled out of bounds.
Song Huan ran over, picked it up, and handed it to her.
"Try again."
This time she aimed for a long time, holding the ball, her eyes fixed on the basket, her lips pursed.
The ball was shot, spun around the rim, and rolled in.
She paused for a moment, then jumped up and clapped her hands.
"It's in!"
Song Huan stood to the side, smiled, and said, "Again."
She took another shot, but it didn't go in.
I put in another shot, but it still didn't go in.
On the fifth attempt, the ball bounced twice on the rim and rolled in.
She turned around and smiled at him.
Her face was flushed, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her short hair clung to the sides of her face, glistening in the sunlight.
Song Huan picked up the ball and handed it to her, saying, "Be a little gentler with your wrist."
She nodded and held the ball up.
This time I aimed too short, and when I shot, the ball hit the backboard and bounced into the basket.
"Two." She held up two fingers.
Song Huan leaned against the basketball hoop, watching her shoot.
She shot over a dozen times and made five.
Later, I got tired and couldn't lift my arm anymore, so the ball I threw didn't even touch the rim.
She hugged the ball to her chest, walked to the bench, sat down, unscrewed her water glass, took a sip, and leaned back to catch her breath.
"Playing ball is so tiring."
Song Huan also sat down and placed the ball at her feet.
A cool breeze blew in from the banyan grove, carrying the scent of leaves.
Xiao Yunqing leaned back in her chair and looked up at the sky.
The sky is very blue, the clouds are very white, and I stroll along slowly.
"How many points can you get in the game next Monday?" she asked.
"I don't know, we'll see."
"Then be careful. Don't get hurt."
"understood."
She lowered her head, ran her fingers across the water glass, and said, "If you get hurt, I won't be responsible."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
After a while, her thoughts drifted over, soft and gentle, like the wind blowing through the leaves of a banyan tree.
[Don't get hurt. Winning or losing doesn't matter, just don't get hurt.]
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, looking at the trees above her head.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
A gust of wind blew by, and the light spots flickered, like a school of golden fish swimming underwater.
"Let's go." He stood up and picked up the ball.
Xiao Yunqing also stood up, put the test papers into the bag, and carried it.
The two walked along the path, with her in front, her short hair blowing in the wind.
He followed behind, hands in his pockets, ball tucked under his arm.
When she reached the park entrance, she stopped and looked back at him.
"I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines next Monday."
"it is good."