Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

the next day.

Teacher Luo announced two announcements during the class meeting.

"Yesterday, the school office held a meeting of class teachers. I have a few things to tell you." She paused, arousing everyone's curiosity. "The first thing is the training of our school's basketball team. It will be normal from tomorrow on.”

As soon as this remark came out, the whole class looked at Han Yu one after another.

Everyone knows that boy is the captain of the basketball team, from the first year of high school to the present.

"The school office considered that some students on the basketball team were nervous about their studies, so they reserved half a month for everyone to buffer at the beginning of the term. Now that half a month has passed, the courses are on track, and the team's training can no longer be delayed. .”

Teacher Luo glanced at Qi Hui, then at Han Yu, and said, "The two students in our class are on the basketball team. From now on, every morning exercise and class meeting time, lunch break at noon every day, and physical exercise class time will all be on the same day. Going to the gym to train."

"Especially you, Han Yu."

At the end, Teacher Luo suddenly emphasized his tone, and his eyes fell on the boy.

Han Yu was unmoved.

Tang Xia knew what Teacher Luo meant.

Every summer, Haicheng has a municipal high school basketball game. Last summer, No. 1 Middle School won the championship, and it will naturally participate this year. And this kind of city-level competition will award trophies and certificates, and the results can be written into the file, which Han Yu needs very much now.

His punishment is still on his back.

And this is also his only chance to win honors by relying on the basketball he is good at.

Because in the second half of the year, they have to enter the third grade, and the school team of No. 1 Middle School has always been composed of students in the first and second grades of senior high school, fearing that it will affect their studies, so they lose sight of the other.

So this summer's basketball game can also be said to be Han Yu's last game before his "retirement".

It's kind of like a hero's exit.

Although Teacher Luo is strict with students and uses "punishment" to punish him, but after all, as a teacher, she still has an instinctive regard for her students. Otherwise, why would Mr. Luo, who has always cared about cultural achievements, support the school team training so much this time?

"There's a second thing," Mr. Luo cleared his throat, "it's about social practice."

The extracurricular activities of No. 1 middle school students are very rich. In addition to the campus art festival, science and technology festival, sports meeting, etc., a major outing practice for the whole grade is organized every year to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge.

Tang Xia's eyes lit up, she was happy.

She remembers that in her first year of high school, she experienced a week of low-intensity military training at the national defense education base.

Although I am a little tired, just eating and living with my classmates outside for so many days is very exciting!

The students under the podium were instantly overjoyed, and they all started discussing with their deskmates.

Teacher Luo was surprisingly not annoyed, "Next week, the second graders in high school will go to the outskirts base to learn agriculture for a week. I will send a written notice to everyone in two days, and I will explain some specific matters at that time."

Learning agriculture is also a characteristic of No. 1 Middle School for so many years.

While experiencing high-tech practices, it is very novel to go to the agricultural base to see whether those crops grow on trees or take root in the soil, and learn simple farm planting.

Tang Xia excitedly said to Zou Ziyu, "It's great that I don't have to go to class for a week."

The latter also smiled, "No homework yet." She winked mischievously, and her already pretty face instantly seemed to be stained with honey, sweet and pleasant.

After finishing speaking, Zou Ziyu secretly glanced at Han Yu from the corner of his eye.

The boy's indifference formed a great contrast with the excitement of the people around him.

It seemed that at school, she had never seen him smile, and she didn't know what contributed to his alienated personality.

Zou Ziyu was in a daze, and Teacher Luo's words pulled her back—

"Everyone has participated in social practice in the first year of high school, and you all know that there will be a report performance after the event, and each class will have two shows. So if there is any student who volunteers, you can come and say hello to me in the next few days .”

Zou Ziyu chewed on these words slowly, thoughtfully.

She had studied dance for a few years, but slackened off in high school. The foundation is there, if you practice a little before performing...

The girl pursed her lips, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Then try it!

She always wanted to impress him.

Not just the one who stained his clothes at the hot pot restaurant.

"Okay, that's about it," Teacher Luo concluded, "Now take out the test paper from yesterday's test, and let's comment..."

The announcement just now was like a pebble thrown into the vast ocean. The small splashes it caused were extinguished by the waves of reality in an instant, and everything became calm.

Calculating the time, it is almost the monthly exam when Xuenong comes back.

Ugh…

These two days, Han Yu was busy training in the gymnasium. Since the principal also attached great importance to this summer's competition, the physical education teacher did not dare to be sloppy, and the training intensity was increased.

Han Yu plays center forward and can be regarded as the central figure of the team.

The center position has requirements on the height of the players, because it is necessary to complete the defense of the basket and the protection of rebounds. In addition, a player with offensive talent like Han Yu also shoulders the main task of scoring shots in the penalty area.

He has good physical condition, he can block attacks, block shots and hold rebounds when defending, and when attacking, he can organize and guide the ball inside, cooperate with small forwards inside and outside, increase the scoring rate at the basket, and even create dunk opportunities.

Han Yu's appearance on the court was completely different from usual.

If there is ice outside the court, then on the court, he is fire.

Running back and forth again and again, the basketball danced in his palm, and he was always looking for the best time and best position to pass the ball accurately to his teammates to complete the wonderful cooperation.

Sweat slid down his delicate face, and the young man swayed his youth heartily.

He high-fived and chest-bumped his teammates. Seeing the score leading by a long distance, he raised his chin haughtily, turned his entire face to the audience, and then raised his hand and raised his index finger while running.

It was as if he wanted to split the loudest applause with his fingertips.

The girls in the auditorium really lived up to expectations and stood up screaming, blushing and cheering non-stop.

On the court, Han Yu enjoyed the excitement of all the attention, because only at that moment, he could feel the strength worthy of his pride.

He carries the glory of the entire team.

is the soul.

"Sometimes I really envy you," Qi Hui ran to the side to drink water, his arms were exposed in the winter, and his upper face was shiny. "The girls look at you like a piece of Tang monk meat." He sighed and lost it. Give Han Yu a bottle of mineral water.

The boy took it and replied calmly: "Bajie, don't make trouble."

Qi choked back, and the other boys on the team around him laughed.

"Then our Han Yu's nickname will be Master from now on?" Someone couldn't help laughing, and looked sideways at him, "You're just..."

He prolonged his tone on purpose, and then several people said in unison—

"Second Junior Brother!"

Qi Hui was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked, "You are the one who talks too much! You are the only one who talks too much!"

The boys dispersed in a swarm, and unabashedly exaggerated laughter rang through the entire gymnasium.

"It's all your fault," Qi Hui blamed Han Yu, "It's good now, I've become a pig!"

Han Yu smiled lowly, turned his head to look at the auditorium, and quickly focused his eyes on the girl.

With a thought, he threw the basketball in his hand to Qi Hui, ignored the latter's nagging, and walked towards the auditorium with a bottle of mineral water.

The girls on the opposite side immediately let out a low cry.