My childhood sweetheart has been a little weird lately

Chapter 166 Fuck Your Horse's Basketball Dream!
In college class competitions, it is normal for people to be uneven. For example, in the last one, the sports version of Li Haoran was also absent. The reason for his absence was to participate in the debate competition. Since the debate competition is also an integral part of the freshman cup, on balance, it is Choose a debate.

But Su Bai is not interested in debate competitions. Ninghai University of Science and Technology, as a science and engineering college that lacks a humanistic atmosphere in essence, often makes up some underworld topics, such as "In the post-modern era with highly developed technology, is communism better or communism?" Okay?" Su Bai felt that if he was a debater, if he got this kind of topic and was unfortunately assigned to the opposing side, it would be happier if he just missed the competition.

Not to mention post-modernism, as long as it is a debate that takes place on this land, even in the era of interstellar colonization, you cannot say that communism is good.

But Su Bai never expected that spraying would actually be the reason for the absence of the main players.

"Brother Bai, you need to work harder today, so many people are watching." Lao Hu hugged Su Bai's arm, spoke earnestly, his eyes widened, those who didn't know thought he was cosplaying Brother Xia.

Su Bai pushed Lao Hu away: "Wow, don't be so disgusting, okay... I will fight seriously. It's already the quarterfinals. The champion is close at hand. Brothers are working hard, so how dare I let it go."

This is a superficial reason, and a more profound reason is that the opponents he meets now are all pretty good, even if Su Bai hits a little harder, he won't stand out from the crowd.

It's very comfortable.

Of course, having a large audience will not increase Su Bai's nervousness. When he plays, he doesn't care about the audience, and he doesn't play for the audience. He plays because he thinks it is fun to play.

But Su Bai didn't expect that one of the opponent's players would become nervous after seeing him.

"Brother Ming, catch the ball!"

On the other side of the field, among the students who were warming up, a boy with a figure similar to Su Bai's face was full of despair.

As a result, the ball hit him and he didn't catch it.

"What's the matter, Brother Ming? Are you scared by the enemy general?" Someone teased.

"I asked someone to inquire about it. Their Hu Xingwang, if he can't do it, he just has better ball control, pure wild way."

Hu Xingwang?
Ah.

madness.

Is that what I'm worried about?

Looking at the man slumped on the bench, whispering to a petite and lovely girl, Wang Xiaoming fell into memories.

He went to Ninghai University of Technology by relying on his sports expertise.

The item is basketball.

At that time, his parents took him to visit a well-known old coach, that is, to make connections.

The coach once led the provincial team, and later retired. He worked as a physical education teacher in a little-known high school in a small city, and occasionally led the garbage school team.

It's not that Wang Xiaoming looked down on the high schools in small cities, the coach himself said "garbage school team", and then the coach changed the subject.

"There is a good student, except that he is not strong enough, he is almost a perfect seedling."

Then the coach took Wang Xiaoming to see the legendary perfect seedling.

From the appearance point of view, there is no difference except that he is obviously much handsomer than him, but the coach's evaluation of Wang Xiaoming is ordinary, which makes the young and vigorous Wang Xiaoming very dissatisfied, and proposes to be with the "perfect seedling" pick.

Perfect Miaozi was full of question marks, but seemed to be a very easy-going guy, and agreed with a smile.

"Please be gentle."

At that time, after he said these three words, he passed Wang Xiaoming in one step.

Wang Xiaoming started to practice basketball at the age of seven, and it took him ten years to practice to the level of being a special student.

It only took a moment to understand what "talent" is.

In that round of American heads-up, 11-ball system, the perfect seedling released water, allowing Wang Xiaoming to score two goals in order to make the scene less ugly.

Moreover, the opponent scored 11 goals, and each goal used a different offensive method.

A sudden layup, a jumper with a sudden stop, a rollover, a high-flying high throw...even a dunk.

After the deduction, he shouted at Wang Xiaoming:
"Fuck your basketball dreams!"

When it was over, the coach told him with a lewd smile that this kid didn't plan to take the path of basketball, because it was too difficult to get ahead, and besides, he was the type who didn't gain weight no matter how much he ate, and he was poor in confrontation.

But Wang Xiaoming clearly remembered that when the man hit him with his back, it was as violent as a ground ram.

Later...he learned that Perfect Miaozi was called Su Bai, a very simple name.

Su Bai took him to the school gate to eat oden, and told him not to mind, the basketball dream must be kept alive, and he just played tricks, nothing else.

Wang Xiaoming smiled forcedly.

He knew that Su Bai didn't have any malicious intentions, but the fact is that for Wang Xiaoming, basketball can only be used as an opportunistic way to advance to higher education.

……

Wang Xiaoming's vision gradually became clear.

He didn't understand why he saw Su Bai on such an occasion.

Is it interesting for you to come to the class competition?

Although it is said that for a special student like Wang Xiaoming, playing in class competitions is also abusive, but the last thing people want to see is when they are frying fish in a happy mood, a whale is blown out...

The game started soon, Su Bai lazily stood in the middle circle to jump the ball, and found that the old brother on the opposite side was trembling.

No... Am I that fierce?
Then the man said in a hoarse voice, "Hello. We meet again."

Su Bai tilted his head: "Who are you?"

Dudu!

The referee blows his whistle and throws the ball.

Wang Xiaoming clutched his chest and simply didn't jump.

Su Bai and his teammates didn't understand, what's the matter?

Forget it, he won the ball once for nothing, so it's not a loss anyway.

Without the sports version of Li Haoran, the game was unexpectedly smooth.

According to Hu Xingwang's information, the guy who jumps the ball and covers his chest is the core of the opponent, but the core is absent-minded during normal games, and even has a sense of surrender.

"It should be due to physical discomfort. This is the limitation of a single-core team. Like us, everyone is a soldier and everyone is a core. It can be called the poor man's version of the Golden State Warriors."

Hu Xingwang said so at the celebration banquet (still a spicy hotpot with sauce-flavored pot bottom).

"Don't put gold on your face, it's just good luck, the next class of the national defense orientation students who will be playing electrics, everyone has great muscles, so it's not easy to mess with." Su Bai analyzed calmly, "I think we Let’s just give up the game, after all, it’s considered a success if we reach the semi-finals..."

Su Bai's speech was met with boos and laughter. Anyone who knew him well knew that this man was a jerk, he was full of words, and he couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark.

Today's ball game didn't use up much physical energy, so after returning home at night, while running with Xia Jiangyue, Su Bai practiced a few sets of strength by the way.

This time, there is no inexplicable woman to bother him, so he is very at ease.

People who don't exercise often, suddenly start exercising regularly, and the first few days will be painful.

So, when it was over, Su Bai soaked Xia Jiangyue's feet and pinched her feet, and added some traditional Chinese medicine soup to the hot water. I don't know if it will work or not, but it can somewhat trigger the placebo effect.

(End of this chapter)