3v3 is mainly about marking people, one-on-one, focusing on skills, not rhythm. Chen Yang hadn't touched basketball for a long time. At the beginning, he played very poorly, and his two teammates were dumbfounded.
The other side laughed like crazy.
Zhong Qi gave a thumbs up and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I actually met someone who is more boastful than me in my lifetime."
Chen Yang rolled up his sleeves that were falling down, breathing slowly: "This has just begun, why rush?"
"Okay." Zhong Qi patted the ball a few times and bared his teeth arrogantly, "Just wait, if I don't beat you until you can't get up, I'm not named Zhong!"
Chen Yang passed by his two teammates and said, "Pass the ball to me."
Two teammates: “…” They leaned over and whispered.
"Send it to him?"
"He's so bad that he can't even shoot, let alone pass the ball!"
"So what, can you make a layup?"
"If I could, would I still be here nagging you? Ahhh, I'm so fed up, I think I should just give in..."
Chen Yang happened to hear the last word when he came over. He said nonchalantly, "You guys switch." Then he pointed at the smart boy and said, "You g."
The original G was holding back his anger: "What about me?"
"C." Chen Yang pointed to a direction and said to C, "You go there."
The clever boy looked over and saw the free throw line: "Oh, OK."
"Or the 45-degree angle, stand anywhere you want." Chen Yang said to C, and repeated what he had said before, "Brother, pass the ball to me."
The boy nodded blankly.
The teammates next to him clicked their tongues and said, "He plays SG and SF. He seems to know something. Let's pass him a few balls and see how they go."
In the second quarter of the first half, Chen Yang's feel for the ball returned. He played more and more smoothly and became more and more excited. His body lines were full of blood every time he threw the ball.
Wen Qing watched Chen Yang's comeback from the outside of the court, narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly: "When I get home, I'm going to tell Chao Jian that I've seen Chen Yang in high school, and I've also seen how handsome Chen Yang was when he played basketball. It'll piss him off to death."
Bai Tang turned his head and asked: "Who is Chao Jian?"
"His girlfriend." Wen Qing put Chen Yang's school uniform over his head as an umbrella.
Bai Tang said: "You are pretty bad."
Wen Qing was modest and shy: "No."
Bai Tang: “…” He turned his head back and continued to look at Chen Yang on the court, but another figure emerged in his mind, taller than Chen Yang, with earrings in his ears and a buzz cut. That was Xiangdong ten years ago.
At that time, Xiangdong loved playing street basketball. He would often turn playing basketball into fighting, leaving himself covered in injuries. Baitang would stay in the library for most of the day, often just to determine a research direction. He could not understand Xiangdong's enthusiasm and vigor.
Bai Tang was deeply trapped in the past. When he pulled himself out with bitterness and regret, the 3v3 on the court turned into 1v5, and all the boys were defending Chen Yang.
"It's a foul." Bai Tang's face turned cold.
"This isn't a formal competition." Wen Qing chewed gum and blew bubbles, his eyes shining. "My heart is beating faster and I can hardly breathe. It's so exciting."
There was another person next to him. Wen Qing lifted his coat to take a look and said, "You saw Chen Yang being bullied and couldn't help but take action? Humph, I guessed it right. You were asked by Chao Jian to come in and take care of Chen Yang."
"Qingqing, chew gum and talk less, you will spit saliva and it's dirty." Jin Xiao stroked the wet curly hair on his forehead a few times, put his hands in his pockets and watched the game on the court.
Wen Qing was chewing gum loudly at Jin Xiaochang with disdain. Not getting any cooperation from his opponent, he stood up straight with a listless look on his face.
Chen Yang on the court covered his nose which was hit and gasped heavily. He was not angry that his two teammates temporarily moved to the opposite side, he just wanted to laugh.
Those two people played basketball with Zhong Qi and others, and Chen Yang was a new outsider, so they united at this time and formed a front.
Chen Yang was blocked and couldn't dribble, and there was no teammate to pass the ball to, so he took a step back.
"Damn! He's going to shoot a three-pointer! Guard him!!!" Zhong Qi yelled and ran towards the basket with all his might.
Chen Yang stood outside the three-point line and dribbled the ball. Beads of sweat dripped down his still young face. He licked his dry lips, bent his knees while holding the ball, and aimed at the blue frame.
It’s been a long time since I made a three-pointer... His sweaty eyelids suddenly lifted up, and a bright light burst out in his eyes, so what!
Chen Yang jumped up with the ball, his body leaped upward flexibly, and he gently touched the ball with his palm. The ball was thrown out of his hand and flew towards the blue frame in a beautiful and powerful arc.
The world's clock slowed down instantly.
The girls who gathered around held their breath and looked up, just like the boys.
The ball spun twice above the blue frame...
"It's in!" Yang Xue shouted excitedly.
"Bang" the ball landed on the ground, and a pure and youthful cheer rang out.
Chen Yang listened to the "boom boom boom" sound of his own heartbeat and laughed wildly. A gust of wind with a yin aura blew over, the curve of his lips narrowed, and the surging feeling in his body quickly dissipated.
In fact, because the mission has infiltrated his life, he may not be able to play in the real world, that is, he played for a while this time. Just when he regained a little of his previous feeling, he had to give it up immediately.
Chen Yang subconsciously picked up the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face, but he got stuck halfway through. He let out a breath and thought that as a married man, he still had to be careful, even if the one at home was not around.
"Brother Yang! Brother Yang! Brother Yang!" The literary young man immersed himself in the script of a fanboy, waving his hands and covering his mouth.
"…" Chen Yang walked over to Zhong Qi, "Come again?"
Zhong Qi lay on the ground: "No more! No more, no more!" He lay there carelessly, his dark and strong limbs had explosive power that most people of the same age could not match. "I didn't expect you to be such a good fighter. Damn, what were you doing in the beginning? You were walking us like dogs?"
"I haven't played for a long time. I need to get the feel for it." Chen Yang sat down. "You don't look like you practice very often either."
"The class teacher is so strict, so we can only do it secretly." Zhong Qi's sweaty chest rose and fell, and he poked Chen Yang with his thick fingers. "Well, how did you develop your basketball skills? I thought you were like Jiang Wei, surfing in the sea of books when you have nothing to do."
Chen Yang laughed: "It doesn't mean that we are the same type of people if we sit at the same table."
"That's true. My deskmate's voice is not even as loud as my farts." Zhong Qi shook his head, speechless.
Chen Yang looked gossipy: "I heard that she likes a boy in the class."
"Stop talking!" Zhong Qi reacted violently.
Chen Yang noticed Zhong Qi's discomfort and his ears were even redder than before, and asked strangely: "... Do you think she likes you?"
Zhong Qi's eyes drifted, and his thick black eyebrows raised: "What do you mean by like or dislike? We are still young now, let's talk about it after the college entrance examination."
Chen Yang twitched his lips. It seems to me that you like her, but you are just too proud to admit it
"Why doesn't our school have an autumn sports meet?" Chen Yang suddenly asked, "Could it be that we won't be able to participate before graduation?"
Zhong Qi sat up, lowered his head and pulled at his wrist guard: "Who knows? According to my experience, don't have any expectations. The more you expect, the easier it is for God to play with you. It's better to just go with the flow. It's all fate."
"It's just a sports meet, why do you say it so seriously?" Chen Yang patted Zhong Qi's shoulder, his tone mixed with a bit of yearning, "If it can be held next spring, I must participate in one or two events, long-distance running and..." He put on a thoughtful expression, "shot put and the like, so that there will be no regrets."
The atmosphere became weird. All the students around were looking at Chen Yang. He glanced at them one by one and stopped at one of his teammates. He said jokingly, "Why are you looking at me like that? You won't want to sign up for the shot put when the time comes, will you?"
The boy no longer had the energy he had when playing basketball. He stared at Chen Yang and said, "Who would sign up for that? It's so boring."
Chen Yang noticed that everyone else had the same expression. He paused as he grabbed his wet hair. During a sports meet, if no one in the class signed up for an event...
"Wang Juan ran away with a girl." Bai Tang leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and said.
Chen Yang's thoughts were interrupted, but he didn't show any displeasure, and just said, "Okay, I understand."
Bai Tang was a man with a careful mind. He was able to detect Chen Yang's emotional ups and downs through the changes in his breathing.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you." Bai Tang said apologetically.
"It's okay." Chen Yang brushed his hair back, revealing his forehead covered with water. "We can also escape, but we can't have too many people."
Chen Yang got up and looked at his teammates. Girls can't run, and as for the boys... Captain Jin Xiao's participation was very low after he came here. He supervised the progress of the mission like a referee, and then blew a whistle at the end to announce how many people had died. It was good enough that Zeng Jin was still hanging on. The Qian brothers were still sitting in the shadow by the wall. They had a unique style of doing things and were not as good partners as the newcomer Xiaobai. The most important thing was that the two brothers were tied together, and you couldn't pick just one. You had to pick a pair, and that wouldn't work. It would be inconvenient with too many people.
The only ones left are Wen Qing and Bai Tang, you have to choose one.
Chen Yang met their expectant eyes and said silently: "I'd better go by myself."
Wen Qing and Bai Tang: "..."
"Ayang, I'm a little sad." Wen Qing wiped his eyes hypocritically.
Chen Yang took down the school uniform on his head and put it on: "Then you can be sad slowly. I will come back to see if you cry after checking."
"What if I cry?" Wen Qing said, covering his eyes.
Chen Yang smiled: "The crying child gets candy. I'll buy it for you when we get back." Then he zipped up his school uniform and quickly slipped out of the playground.
Wen Qing put down his hand, without a tear in his eyes. He curiously asked Bai Tang beside him: "How much older do you think Chen Yang is than me?"
Bai Tang said: "Seven or eight years old."
"No way, he's actually only three or four years older than me." Wen Qing said nervously, "Don't say that in front of him, or he'll be upset. Being told that he's so old..."
"He's not old, you're childish." Bai Tang's voice was clear and cold.
Hipster: “…”
"I don't want to play with you anymore!" He turned and left angrily.
Bai Tang went to ask the NPCs about the shot put, but his appearance gave people the impression that he was not easy to get close to. Unlike Chen Yang who had no sense of distance, it was difficult to get any information from him.
Chen Yang did not encounter the deformed male ghost. He slipped smoothly into the office and quickly searched the items on the desk.
Suddenly, Chen Yang kicked something under the table and his back stiffened. He swallowed, took a step back, and lowered his head to look.
It wasn't a bloody and scary corpse, but a bundle of papers that were not there the last time I came.
Chen Yang took a deep breath. The last time he came here was in the first year of high school, and now he was in the second year. A year had passed, and the office would have changed. His breathing became faster. It seemed that he had to look for the place he had searched before again. He would have to go back and search the desk pockets of those students again.
Without much delay, Chen Yang squatted down and untied the nylon rope that bound the paper. The smell of printing ink hit his face. He choked and coughed a few times, but his hands kept moving.
Chen Yang was the only one in the entire office. The rustling sound of flipping papers rang between his fingers. He always felt that there was someone standing behind him, looking down at him.
Chen Yang tried his best to suppress the urge to look back, and calmly picked up the papers one by one. He picked them very quickly and finished a large stack in a short while.
Just as Chen Yang was about to change from squatting to sitting, his body suddenly shook, and only one-third of the paper was left.
"Chang Chao." Chen Yang read out the name on the paper, his face full of ecstasy.
The test paper not only has the student’s name, but also the parent’s signature. Chang Chao’s parent is… Chang Qing.
Moreover, the score on Chang Chao’s test paper is the same as the ninth digit on the transcript in Jiang Wei’s homework book!
Speculating is one thing, verifying is another. Chen Yang's heart was beating like thunder with excitement. The next moment, he sensed something and his face suddenly changed.
Without hesitation, Chen Yang quickly piled up the papers and tied them back to their original state. Then he folded Chang Chao's paper and stuffed it into his pocket. After doing these two things, he stood up.
At that moment, a puzzled voice sounded behind Chen Yang: "Why are you here?"
Chen Yang scratched the back of his head and turned away.
"You kids were so crazy in the last physical education class," the head teacher said, "tell me, why didn't you let loose on the playground? What are you doing here?"
"Teacher, I have something to do." Chen Yang stammered.
The head teacher pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down: "Study-related matters?"
"No." Chen Yang shook his head and nodded, "Well, if this matter can't be solved, I won't be able to study."
The head teacher didn't get angry. He smiled and picked up the glass: "So serious? Then I want to listen."
Chen Yang scratched his head and said, "Is there a guy named Chang Chao in the class?"
There was a sudden silence at the desk.
The head teacher seemed to have been paused. He kept twisting the cup lid and put it back after a while: "Where did you hear that? You don't even know how many students are in your class?"
Chen Yang looked at him straight in the eye, and asked with a naive and curious tone, "So is there or not?"
"Of course not!" said the head teacher with a stern face.
Chen Yang took out the paper, spread it out, and turned to him, stepping on the last syllable of his last word.
Then, Chen Yang took out the duty roster that he had copied in the cafeteria and the internal school documents that were stuck together with tape.
The head teacher didn't say anything or move.
Chen Yang was not in a hurry. The most direct evidence had been found and laid out in the open. All that remained was to wait. It shouldn't take too long. He just hoped that the clues he got would be more than he expected.
Ten or so seconds later, the head teacher's whole demeanor changed, and he looked at Chen Yang coldly.
Chen Yang responded with the same cold expression. This head teacher was an actor. He really treated the taskers as his students. They were quite into the role.
Now he and this person have come out of their roles, and their relationship has changed from teacher and student to tasker and NPC.
"There was indeed that student in our class." A dead look appeared on the head teacher's face.
Chen Yang learned the cause of the incident from him.
Chang Chao grew up in a single-parent family. His father, Chang Qing, was a chef in the cafeteria. He would come to the class teacher every now and then to ask about his child's academic performance.
Originally, Chang Chao sat in the back row of the classroom. His father was worried that he would not study well, so he wanted the head teacher to move him to the front row, where he could sit with good students. As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." A good learning atmosphere is very important.
The head teacher was finally persuaded by Chang Chao's father and agreed to move him to the front row.
No one expected that the gears of fate would turn to the edge of a cliff. That relocation was the beginning of all the tragedies.
The head teacher thought over and over again before arranging Chang Chao's seat. He sat at the same table with Jiang Wei, the class monitor whom the head teacher trusted the most.
During class, Jiang Wei was doing homework, but Chang Chao was eating secretly. His bag made a lot of noise. Jiang Wei told him to stop eating. The head teacher was on the podium at that time. He told Chang Chao in front of the whole class, "If you don't study, don't delay others."
Chang Chao committed suicide after leaving a suicide note.
Chen Yang's expression was very subtle. The course of events was similar to what he had figured out, except for Jiang Wei. He did not expect Jiang Wei to appear in this incident, and to play such an important role.
"Chang Chao was a very naughty kid, but he was actually so fragile," the head teacher said, his face distorted. "The school didn't find out that he had left the school, and he died in the school but their body was never found. His father came to me every day and asked me if I had seen his son, but the police had no news, let alone me. In the end, his father poisoned the whole class..."
Chen Yang looked at the sparse hair on his head teacher's head. He blinked and the other person disappeared.
There is a pot of cactus on the desk, and time has jumped again!
Chen Yang pinched his brows, which meant that the head teacher would not reveal anything more. It was also possible that he only knew this much during his lifetime and was not aware of subsequent developments.
The wind outside was so strong that it seemed to uproot the trees, and the teaching building gave people the illusion that it would shake at any time.
Chen Yang met his teammates who were coming against the wind. As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of cold wind was poured into him. He coughed and walked to a sheltered corner, briefly explaining the latest developments.
Although everyone had guessed it, the tragedy still caused them great shock.
"I just don't understand why I want to commit suicide just because the teacher tells me to..." Qian Han muttered.
Yang Xue brushed away the flying hair in front of her eyes: "Are you also a poor student?"
Qian Han patted his chest and said, "It's absolutely genuine."
"… Then you have a good attitude." Yang Xue has always been a child of other people's families since she was a child. She is good at studying and playing the piano. She has won awards in various competitions. Everything seems to be perfect, but she also has her barren land. She said softly, "People are different."
"The father wanted his son to be successful, but the child just couldn't concentrate on his studies. He gave up on himself and was afraid of disappointing his father. He must have been mentally broken. What the teacher said was the last straw that broke the camel's back." Bai Tang said from the teacher's perspective.
"It's actually very easy to understand." Wen Qing shrugged. "Everyone present is an adult. They have also been minors. They should understand. There's nothing to discuss."
"It's easy to understand," Chen Yang said. "An adult's breakdown might be as simple as working overtime until late at night and coming home to find that they are the only one on the street. However, the world of a minor can become dark because of a single grade."