Rebirth Daily Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 12 Corner and Center

In No. [-] Middle School, the sun is still scorching today, making the students in the class miserable.

Instructor Li practiced without mercy. In private, some students said that Instructor Li practiced them to death, and some students went to Shan Qingrong to complain, but what should Instructor Li do?

The students have nothing to do now, they can only have fun while suffering, every halfway break is the happiest time for everyone, and they gather together in groups of three or four to chat.

During Jiang Ning's military training, he has been practicing. As a cultivator, he only needs to use his spiritual power to adjust his body temperature and maintain the most comfortable state at all times.

He casually spared some energy to deal with the military training. This morning, he was specially praised by Instructor Li for letting the students follow him as an example, which aroused the disdain of many boys.

From their point of view, Jiang Ning's thin and thin figure, even if the military posture is standard, so what, isn't it still a weak chicken?
There are two boys with relatively unruly personalities. They are going to find Jiang Ning to practice after the military training is over.

They didn't dare to vent their grievances to Instructor Li, so they transferred them to Jiang Ning.

Facing instructor Li's praise, Jiang Ning was not complacent. He was different from ordinary people in nature. If he couldn't even do a little bit of military posture, it would be ridiculous.

As for the opinions of these students, he didn't care. If someone provoked them, Song Sheng would be a lesson from the past.

The square team of Class 8 is close to the basketball court. During the break, the students sit on the concrete floor of the basketball court and chat in small groups.

A boy got excited and pointed to the backboard and said, "Do you believe I can touch the backboard?"

The talking boy is Hu Jun, he looks old-fashioned, and his height is about [-].

Ma Shicheng often plays basketball. He is about the same height as Hu Jun. He has tried many times, but he is still a little short of rebounding.

"Those who brag and don't make drafts, do you know how difficult it is to touch the backboard? It's almost the same with a 1.8-meter one."

Hu Jun said, "Will you bet on a bottle of Coke?"

Ma Shicheng is not afraid of him at all:

"If you can touch it, I'll buy you a bottle of Red Bull."

The bet between the two attracted other students in the class.

The dark-skinned Guo Kunnan said with a bit of ruffian on his face:

"Hu Jun, you really can't do it."

"I'm [-], and I can barely touch it after practicing sports for a while in junior high school."

Hu Jun was excited and immediately excited:

"Bet on a Coca-Cola."

Guo Kunnan pointed at him and said, "Go touch it now, if you can't jump up three times, I'll go to the small supermarket and buy it for you right away."

"Okay, I'll show you." Hu Jun stood up, and the male classmates around made way for him. Everyone started booing when they heard the bet between the three.

In high school, some boys with good physical fitness and strength were quite enviable. If there was nothing to do, they would compare themselves and take the pleasure of defeating their opponents.

Hu Jun stood on the basketball court and looked from both sides. The classmates who were sitting on the ground to rest stood up one after another and watched him touch the backboard. They felt like they were the center of everyone.

He stepped back a distance, took a few steps to run up, jumped forward, and touched the backboard with his fingertips.

"Bull!" Ma Shicheng was willing to concede the bet and praised Hu Jun.

Guo Kunnan's face was a little ugly. He didn't expect that Hu Jun could really touch the rebound.

With so many people watching, he couldn't go back on his word, so he simply said:
"You bounce very well, we can play basketball together in the future."

Then I went to the small school supermarket with Ma Shicheng.

A few students touched the backboard like Hu Jun did. After jumping up, they were at least ten centimeters away from the backboard.

Several boys approached Hu Jun and asked him how he practiced his jumping ability. There seemed to be curious eyes from the girls, and Hu Jun couldn't help but feel a little flustered for a while.

When Ma Shicheng and Guo Kunnan came back from buying water, Hu Jun opened the iced Red Bull and took a sip happily, feeling comfortable all over.

Jiang Ning was watching, but he knew that Hu Jun's glory would not last for a few minutes.

There was a discussion on the girls' team, and some girls approached Huang Zhongfei and asked him if it was difficult to touch the rebound?
Huang Zhongfei said that it was quite difficult. Although he is 1.8 meters tall, he didn't practice much and couldn't touch it.

In the phalanx of Experimental Class 1 not far away, Fatty looked at the boys around him and said cheerfully:

"Brother Hui, someone is pretending to be aggressive over there, why don't you try it?"

The boy called Brother Hui has outstanding temperament, tall and handsome, he said with a smile:
"Okay, show them a hand today."

Fatty Lin Zida ran to the edge of the formation, found a black bag, unzipped it, and inside it was a basketball that looked quite textured.

He hugged the basketball and threw it towards Zhuang Jianhui. The basketball drew an arc and landed firmly in Zhuang Jianhui's palm.

Lin Zida yelled towards the neighbors:
"Have you ever seen a dunk, I will show you a dunk today."

He yelled several times in a row, as if he was the one who dunked.

Seeing Lin Zida's dog-legged appearance, Zhuang Jianhui thought it was funny. Outsiders probably thought Lin Zida was his follower. In fact, Lin Zida grew up with him in the same compound. He is definitely a genius, but ordinary people are easily deceived by his appearance.

Zhuang Jianhui was handsome in the first place, especially with the special aura on his body. Many girls had a good impression of him. Lin Zida yelled hard, but the girls didn't know what a dunk was, but they still followed Zhuang Jianhui towards the basketball court.

The girl passed by, and the boy naturally followed, no matter what kind of thoughts they had, they all wanted to see it, so a lot of people followed behind Zhuang Jianhui.

The other resting teams on the playground couldn't help but be attracted to them when they saw this formation, and even the normal training teams were frequently cast their eyes on.

So the students in Class 8, Senior One, saw a tall and handsome boy followed by a large group of hula-la, and everyone instinctively made way for them.

Before Hu Jun finished his drink, he saw someone coming over with a basketball. He also found a place to see what this kid was doing.

For a while, two or 300 people surrounded the basketball court.

A young instructor saw the situation of the basketball court, then looked at the absent-minded appearance of his own phalanx, and waved:

"Disband in place!"

There are more and more students gathering on the basketball court. Girls from class 8, such as Shen Qing'e and Chen Siyu, occupy a good position in the front row because they are close to the playground, and stare at Zhuang Jianhui in the center with blinking eyes.

Zhuang Jianhui's expression was as usual, not fluctuating at all due to everyone's gaze, and his mentality was excellent.

He patted the basketball, looking for a touch while warming up.

Guo Kunnan asked suspiciously, "Is this kid trying to dunk the basketball?"

Ma Shicheng was startled: "Are you kidding me? I haven't seen anyone who can dunk when I grow up?"

Guo Kunnan has seen it before, but everyone who can dunk starts at 1.9 meters. The boys on the playground are about [-]. What dunks do they use?
Zhuang Jianhui made a few fancy moves, then started off with a dribble and suddenly accelerated.

Rushed in front of the backboard, his calf tensed, and he flew up suddenly, holding the basketball, easily passed the basket at a high height, and then slapped his wrist, "Bang!" Full of original strength and beauty, like a trapeze.

"I go!"

"Wow!"

There were layers of exclamations all around, especially the girls, whose eyes were full of that stunning figure, and their hearts beating faster, probably they would never forget it in their lifetime.

"Brother Guo, what level is this slam dunk?" Ma Shicheng asked.

Guo Kunnan said: "If the level is not level, it's hard to judge. In short, it's a very good level. The main reason is that he buckles... he is more handsome."

He has a kind of indescribable admiration. He plays basketball often and knows how difficult it is to dunk. He probably won't be able to dunk in his life.

Lin Zida shouted: "One more!"

The girls around shouted together: "One more, one more!"

"One more handsome guy!"

Zhuang Jianhui smiled, he dribbled the ball again, this time he did not directly dunk, but threw the basketball to the backboard from a distance, then jumped up, caught the rebounded basketball, and dunked into the basket with a backhand.

Amazing cheers erupted from the crowd, and the girls shouted frantically.

Compared with the slam dunk just now, this set is full of fancy beauty, which makes people want to watch it again after watching it once.

Instructor Li came over at some point and sighed:
"It's true that each generation is better than the next generation. This kid has really good physical fitness!"

Although everyone strongly urged Zhuang Jianhui to do it again, Zhuang Jianhui was unmoved and left the stadium in the face of everyone's enthusiasm.

So much so that on the second day of the military training, Zhuang Jianhui, a freshman in high school, became the focus of the girls' topic.

Handsome, good temperament, experimental class, can dunk, these advantages are all in one, I don't know how many young girls have a crush on him.

(End of this chapter)