Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 32 Class Competition
"Look, Tang Shi is looking at me. Today I'm going to shit on Class 2's head!"

His eyes fell on Yuan Shiwei, who was stuck in the group of girls in front of him, and he started joking without restraint.

Zhao Zixuan didn't respond.

On the side, Li Jiaming straightened his collar and said with a smile, "Don't be so narcissistic. How do you know that someone is looking at you? Maybe she is looking at me?"

He turned to look at Zhao Zixuan and asked, "Zixuan, how is my hairstyle today? I asked a friend to do it at noon."

Zhao Zixuan stared at him and said, "Not bad, much better looking than your previous Shamatte."

Yuan Shiwei laughed out loud.

Li Jiaming rolled his eyes and said that they didn't know how to appreciate.

Afterwards, Song Wenjie, who was tall and had long arms, came towards them with a dozen boys from Class 2, talking and laughing, full of momentum.

From afar, Song Wenjie's voice arrived before he even arrived.

"Zhao Zixuan, these are the only people from your class who came? Can you fight the whole game? Don't surrender halfway through the fight."

Before Zhao Zixuan could answer, Xia Junjie's voice rang out.

"Song Wenjie, are your eyes on top of your head? Can't you see a living person like me? In today's game, I am the protagonist."

When everyone looked over, they saw Xia Junjie surrounded by basketball enthusiasts from Class 3, including Li Gang and Wang Dalong.

Although they are not as skilled as professional basketball players, they are all energetic and motivated.

Song Wenjie chuckled, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and responded: "Only those who win are called the protagonists, and those who lose are the villains."

At the side, a boy taller than Song Wenjie shouted, "Where are your beautiful cheerleaders? I remember there were several beautiful girls in Class 3, why didn't you call them over to cheer for you? Are you afraid of our strength and don't dare to let them come to the scene?"

There was a hint of obvious sarcasm in the boy's words.

Xia Junjie immediately became unhappy when he heard this, and pointed at the other person and asked, "Who are you?"

The man slowly patted his strong chest muscles, as if showing his confidence and strength.

There was a sharp gleam in his eyes, as if he was examining everything around him.

He introduced himself: "I'm Cui Chenglong, the top small forward of the No. 3 Middle School basketball team. You may have heard of me, or you may not, but in any case, I'm here, waiting for your challenge."

Song Wenjie: "I, Song Wenjie, am the best point guard in the three teams."

Xia Junjie was not willing to be outdone, and patted his chest and said, "I, Xia Junjie, am the best shooting guard in the three middle schools."

Li Jiaming: "I, Li Jiaming, am the top center in the third center."

Yuan Shiwei sighed, "You guys have taken four of the five positions, so I'll just have to make do with the top three power forwards."

Li Gang said, "A 1.6-meter-tall power forward? Le!"

Yuan Shiwei glared at him and said, "Get lost! Which class are you from?"

Zhao Zixuan was standing alone, watching those classmates who were bragging and talking nonstop with a calm look.

He seemed to be in a state of silence, cut off from the world around him.

When he was young, he used to speak freely in such a lively crowd, but now, he found that he seemed to have lost his former enthusiasm and impulse.

Perhaps it was the baptism of time that made him lose interest in those empty words.

Those youthful and frivolous days seem to have gone away, leaving behind only a deep regret for the reality.

He began to miss the simple and pure self, the boy who was reckless and courageous.

"I wonder what my little deskmate is doing now? She knew there was a basketball game today but she didn't come to bring me water. I have accepted her as my sister for nothing..."

Zhao Zixuan was immersed in his own thoughts and was completely unaware of the crowds of people surging around him like a tide.

At this moment, students from Class 2 and Class 3 rushed to the basketball court like a stream. Under the guidance of physical education teacher Zhou Bin and class 2 teacher Cai, they gathered on the basketball court in an orderly manner like a well-trained team.

Teacher Zhou Bin is a handsome, sunny and charming young man.

He has good physical appearance. Although he is a little short in height, his temperament and demeanor are enough to make people ignore these minor flaws.

Teacher Cai is a young female teacher who just graduated from college.

She has a slim figure, as slender as a willow, and a pair of black-framed glasses adds a touch of intellectuality to her.

Although her face was not stunning, it was quite decent, gentle and amiable.

During this period, Mr. Zhou Bin's persistent pursuit of Mr. Cai became almost a piece of gossip known to everyone.

The reason why Teacher Zhou Bin organized this basketball game at the end of the semester was to get closer to Teacher Cai and develop their relationship further.

He hopes that through this basketball game, he can get closer to Teacher Cai, get to know her better, and help her get to know herself better.

He believed that his hard work and talent could impress Teacher Cai and win her heart.

and so.

This basketball game was not just a sports competition between classes, but also a crucial moment in the development of the relationship between Teacher Zhou Bin and Teacher Cai.

In the tense atmosphere before the game, Teacher Zhou Bin said to the contestants on both sides in a calm but firm tone:
"You will go on stage later. Please ask the students from both classes to play at their usual level. Friendship is more important than competition. Do you understand what I mean?"

His words were full of care and expectations for young people. He didn't care about the outcome of the game, but hoped that the players could show their talents and friendship.

After all, high school basketball games are often accompanied by fierce confrontations and emotional fluctuations, and sometimes even conflicts and fights.

Teacher Zhou Bin is well aware of this, so he specifically reminds the players before the game to let them understand the true meaning of basketball.

Song Wenjie couldn't wait to go on stage and demonstrate his strength, and patted Zhou Bin on the shoulder.

He said, "Okay, Lao Zhou, just accompany Teacher Cai to watch the game. Let us referee ourselves. If there are any controversial balls, we will ask you to judge them."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bin glanced at Teacher Cai, whose face was blushing. After thinking about it, he felt that it was feasible, so he agreed to Song Wenjie's suggestion.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Zhou Bin chuckled, then solemnly announced the official start of the competition.

All of a sudden, the ten contestants on both sides took their positions, ready to go.

"Come on, Zhao Zixuan! Come on, Class 3!"

Before the game started, the cheerleaders of Class 3 were already excited. They stood on the sidelines and cheered in unison.

Wei Xiaoyao originally planned to cheer for the contestants together with Song Qiuya, but Song Qiuya suddenly fell silent, which forced Wei Xiaoyao to take on the responsibility alone.

At the other end of the basketball court, students from Class 2 gathered in groups of three or four, whispering.

"Look at that girl. She must be Song Qiuya, right? She is really pretty. I remember there is another girl named He Jieyu in Class 3 who is also very pretty. Why didn't I see her here today?"

"The one with short hair is Wei Xiaoyao, and the one next to her with a more outstanding figure is Song Qiuya. As for He Jieyu...didn't she drop out of school?"

"Ah? The one who was expelled from school by Zhao Zixuan was He Jieyu?"

"Don't listen to their nonsense. I just asked the people in Class 3, and they said He Jieyu just asked for leave, not dropped out."

"Well! Well, I have to say, there are indeed many beauties in Class 3. But we have Shishi here. Her charm alone can surpass everyone in Class 3, right, Shishi?"

Tang poetry: "..."

Seeing her classmates making fun of her, she cleverly chose to change the subject.

"Song Wenjie and Zhao Zixuan, who is better at basketball?"

(End of this chapter)