The next day, the new students' reports continued, and more and more people came to the school.
Hao Yun stood on the edge of the playground and looked around for a while, then his eyes lit up and he walked towards the basketball court.
On the basketball court at the end of the playground, I saw a 1.8-meter boy wearing a blue jersey and a white headband on his forehead. He made a chic three-step layup, attracting several old school sisters who were watching on the side of the court. Let out excited cheers.
No need to ask who that person is.
Besides Brother Ziyuan, who else could have such popularity
I heard that this guy used to be the captain of the basketball team in high school, and he was an extraordinary player. I just don’t know why, but this guy’s talent is not basketball, but his tone-deaf voice.
When he woke up early in the morning and saw that Brother Ziyuan was not in the dormitory, Hao Yun looked at the group and realized that this guy had invited some boys in the class to go out to play ball, so he quickly washed up and followed him.
Of course he's not here to play ball.
After all, with his three-legged basketball skills, if he can throw the ball into the basket, it must be the basket's problem.
Watching Brother Ziyuan galloping on the court, Hao Yun thought for a while, squeezed out 5 yuan from his already tight living expenses, went to the nearby canteen to buy two bottles of Coke, and returned to the basketball court.
He felt that what he was doing at this moment was very much like Francis in "House of Cards Season 1", delivering a straw bag to the throne of president/class president.
It's just that Garrett Walker's straw bag may be adulterated, but Zhu Kening's straw bag is genuine.
etc…
What is House of Cards
Hao Yun frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't remember the details of the plot. Most of the memories about past lives are like this, with only a vague outline left.
but…
Now is obviously not the time to think about this.
Wiping the sweat on his head with a towel, Liang Ziyuan walked off the court and sat under the basketball hoop to rest for a while.
Several senior juniors watching the game were joking and pushing each other, as if they were encouraging each other to come over to deliver water and ask for contact information. Sure enough, when seeing young and beautiful people of the opposite sex, there is actually not much difference between girls and boys.
Hao Yun naturally wouldn't let these stinky women interfere with his plan, so he walked forward carrying two cans of Coke.
"Drink?"
Wiping the sweat from his neck, Liang Ziyuan, who was sitting on the ground, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Hao Yun, as if he didn't expect that his roommate would come to bring him water.
However, he didn't think much about it, grinned, took the can of Coke politely, and clinked a glass with Hao Yun.
"Thanks."
This handsome and sunny smile is indeed easy to make people like him. Hao Yun glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that several senior students on the side of the court seemed to be even more excited.
"You're welcome."
With that said, Hao Yun sat next to him and opened a can for himself.
Looking at his roommate who was sitting down, Liang Ziyuan said coolly.
"Want to play ball together? Brother will take you."
"No, I'm not here to play ball."
Hearing this, Liang Ziyuan looked a little surprised, and he couldn't help but move the Coke away from his mouth.
"Then what are you doing at the stadium?"
"Of course I'm here to find you," Hao Yun sighed, looking at the basketball dancing on the court. "I originally wanted to say it on the phone, but after thinking about it, it's better to say it in person."
Liang Ziyuan raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
That look seemed to be asking, what do you want to say.
"You like music, right?"
Although potential does not mean ability, it at least means that the observed target has motivation in this regard.
Or…
Ambition!
Recalling the system's description of the function and the guitar in the dormitory, Hao Yun further verified his conjecture and continued step by step.
"Or do you want to be a singer? Am I right?"
Although it was strange why Hao Yun raised this question, Liang Ziyuan did not deny it and nodded calmly.
"Yes, that's right."
"I have loved music since I was a child, and I do have some talent in this area. This is no secret."
Well, the last half of the sentence is unnecessary.
Hao Yun resisted the urge to complain and continued in a persuasive tone.
"Then have you ever thought that once you become the monitor, you won't have time to chase your dreams?"
It would be nice if I still had memories of my previous life.
Just copy two hit songs and throw them to this guy to fulfill his dream of becoming a star. There is a high chance that this guy will no longer look down on the position of monitor.
However, what Hao Yun didn't expect was that when he clearly explained the pros and cons of the matter, the way Liang Ziyuan looked at him suddenly changed.
as if-
With a hint of hostility.
"I really want to be a singer. I've even thought about it. During my four-year college career, I want to create at least one album of my own."
Hao Yun: "Then-"
"But what does this have to do with the monitor?"
Looking towards the basketball court in front of him, Liang Ziyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and continued.
"Why do I have no time to pursue my dreams when I become a monitor?"
"Of course it does matter," Hao Yun said, dumbfounded, "Do you know what the monitor has to do?"
Liang Ziyuan asked back: "You know that?"
"Of course, I... a friend of mine once served as one," Hao Yun nodded and continued sincerely. "The class monitor in college is equivalent to the class teacher in high school. Basically, it is a thankless job."
Although there are indeed some benefits, such as opportunities to join organizations, poverty alleviation, scholarships, etc., the troubles are also real troubles. If he had to choose again, Hao Yun would definitely not be suitable for this thing, even if there was no system.
Liang Ziyuan: "That's not a good way to train yourself."
"Yes, but is that the kind of ability you need?" Hao Yun continued, dumbfounded, "One small meeting every week and one general meeting every month, the ratio is quite accurate. Not to mention organizing class group activities and conveying information to the hospital Notices from teachers and tutors, mediating conflicts between students... If you do all these things, will you still have time... to work on your music?"
Liang Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, and then spoke after a long while.
"...How do you know so much."
yes…
How do I know so much
I want to know too.
Hao Yun sighed and continued.
"No matter what, it's not that easy to be the squad leader... Listen to my advice and let those who like to take care of these bad things do it."
"I don't understand why you want to help that guy like this," Liang Ziyuan suddenly curled his lips while staring at Hao Yun, "Honestly, if you are just telling me these things for yourself, that's all."
Hao Yun was stunned for a moment.
"For four years of harmonious dormitory life... isn't this the right reason?"
This reason was made up on the fly.
Unfortunately, he was not fooled.
"I hate hypocrisy the most."
After saying that, Liang Ziyuan put down the can and stood up.
He picked up the basketball with his feet and dribbled it twice. He passed the ball to Hao Yun and said coldly.
"stand up."
After looking dumbfounded at the basketball in his hand, Hao Yun continued to look at Liang Ziyuan in confusion.
"What are you doing when you get up..."
"Bullfighting."
"Fighting, bullfighting?"
"Yes," Liang Ziyuan tightened the hair tie on his forehead and moved his neck, "1V1."
"I can play ball with you... Then there's the matter of running for class president."
"I'll talk about it after I win."
Sensing the atmosphere between the two, several students on the court gave way to the court with expressions of watching the excitement.
Seeing Liang Ziyuan retreating to the midfield position, the small group of girls outside the basketball court suddenly shouted "Come on" with high-pitched voices.
Hao Yun walked to the basketball court with a confused look on his face. Looking at Liang Ziyuan who didn't play according to the routine, Hao Yun was completely stunned.
Damn it!
I can't play ball!
Looking at Liang Ziyuan who hooked his fingers, he passed the ball out and put up his defensive hands.
However, as he expected, the opponent made a fake layup, easily breaking through his ineffective defense and scoring a goal.
"Goal! Liang Ziyuan scored a point!"
"Ah, come on, man!"
"Liang Ziyuan! I love you!"
Glancing at the girls around the basketball court shouting to cheer, Liang Ziyuan frowned and clicked his tongue, then turned his attention to Hao Yun, who was dribbling to the midfield line.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his fingers.
"It's your turn."
It's your turn, okay.
But I really can’t play ball...
With a dumbfounded expression on his face, Hao Yun bit the ball and hit him with a dribble.
The ending is not surprising.
Liang Ziyuan stretched out his hand beautifully and took the ball directly into his arms. Then he dribbled out of the three-point line with a smooth dribble, and then turned around and made a beautiful jumper three-pointer.
Uh-huh!
The ball went in!
It's so easy that one wonders if this guy is cheating.
"Three-pointers! Liang Ziyuan scored two!"
The tall boy in the next dormitory acted as the referee and shouted excitedly towards the field.
Although the torture of food is not entertaining, it is fun!
Listening to the commotion behind him, Liang Ziyuan turned his gaze to Hao Yun and moved his neck slightly.
"Count one."
Then, he curled his fingers expressionlessly.
"continue."
That cool look caused the small group of girls outside the venue to scream one after another.
Hao Yun, who was dribbling the ball with a look of helplessness and hovering near the midline, felt like he had become the protagonist's pretense
GTND!
Not only is he handsome, but he can also sing and dance rap basketball!
This life is so fair!
Hao Yun couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Aren't you going to give in to your roommate?"
"Want to gain sympathy?" Liang Ziyuan said with a cold smile, "Because you are weak?"
weak
Just say it's okay.
Hao Yun sighed and hugged the basketball with both hands.
A frontal attack is definitely out of the question, as the strengths of both sides are not of the same order of magnitude.
The only chance of winning is to outsmart them.
Glancing at the valve core, he sighed.
"No, I don't think I'm weak, it's just that everyone has what they are good at and what they are not good at. All we can do is to focus on polishing what we are good at to the extreme in our limited life, not Trying to make ends meet in an area that you are not good at—"
"Tch, you're glib. Are you the only one who can talk?"
With a cold smile, for some reason, Liang Ziyuan looked at Hao Yun and suddenly gave up his defense.
I saw him retreating to the three-point line and making a gesture of invitation expressionlessly.
"If you can get in, I will promise you."
Outside the basketball court, it was quiet for a moment.
Even the small group of girls stopped cheering because of the sudden solemn atmosphere.
promise
Promise what
Several boys who had played together before also got together.
However, the focus of their attention was not on what Liang Ziyuan said, but on staring at Hao Yun who stopped dribbling at the midline, with jaws almost falling to the ground in surprise.
"Holy shit, stop the ball at the midline?!"
"Are you planning to hit a super long three-pointer?"
"There aren't many people on the school team who can make a shot from this distance."
"That's not necessarily the case. People can't be generalized. The last time I watched the school team's black brother, I saw him make it once, and it was during training the day before yesterday."
"It's not a surprise if he scores! Have you seen him shoot in the game? If he doesn't score, he won't be scolded by his teammates! There are also professional games. It's not that there is no time to attack in the last few seconds. Who can shoot from such a long distance?"
Several boys who knew how to play basketball got into a debate about "whether people can be generalized." A few senior schoolmates nearby who didn't know how to play basketball also rarely set their sights on "passerby A" who was parked near the midline.
"Why doesn't he dribble?"
"It seems like the rule of basketball is that if you hold the ball with both hands, you can't shoot the ball anymore."
“Is this going to be a shot from the center line?”
"So far?! Can you reach the basket..."
"Why are you making such a long shot? Is he trying to show off?"
"What the hell, I can't make a shot anyway!"
"That's right! My brother Ziyuan is the best!"
"Gungungun, when did he become your family? Do you have a WeChat account? Just show off!"
A pair of eyes fell behind their backs.
Basically, it’s the expression of someone watching a show.
Holding the ball with both hands, Hao Yun felt hot sweat on his forehead.
It's embarrassing to say that he just remembered that after he finished talking, he couldn't dribble with the ball in both hands when attacking.
If you shoot the ball again, it seems to be second luck
This is probably the rule.
Seeing Liang Ziyuan's joking eyes, he became more and more confused.
I really can’t play ball!
Do I have to make a fool of myself
Seemingly noticing what was going on here, more and more people gathered around the basketball court. They asked about the whole story and joined the group watching the show.
Obviously, not many people thought he would make it.
Everyone is waiting to see his joke.
but…
At this moment, Hao Yun's heart suddenly moved slightly.
He suddenly thought of the "proof of cause and effect" that the system gave him last night.
If this thing can really reverse cause and effect...
Even if there are side effects, if you just score one goal, the causal cost should not be very high!
Thinking of this, Hao Yun temporarily put aside his worries, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became serious.
"Ziyuan."
Seeing the change in Hao Yun's eyes, Liang Ziyuan raised his chin slightly to show that he heard it.
"You said, if you score this goal, you will promise me that!"
Looking at Hao Yun who was already preparing to shoot, Liang Ziyuan curled his lips in disdain, turned his back to him and said lightly.
"I've always hated going back on my word—"
Uh-huh!
That's a beautiful parabola.
Almost stepping on the last word from his mouth.
The sound that penetrated the blue net made Liang Ziyuan raise his head as if reflexively, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.
At the same time, the entire basketball court was quiet.
It was deathly silent!
Only the basketball that landed on the ground jumped sideways...
"Remember what you said."
Looking at Liang Ziyuan, who had his back turned to him, Hao Yun retracted his hands in mid-air, with the calm and gentle expression of a worldly expert.
That way seems to say -
It was you who forced me to take action.
With that said, Hao Yun, who had achieved his goal, turned around and left the stadium, leaving only a stunned Liang Ziyuan, the audience exclaiming in disbelief, and the people sitting on the ground watching the show all stood up.
"Fuck!"
"The ball, the ball went in!!!"