Chu Qing's state of obliviousness lasted until after lunch. Even for lunch, Ye Mao pulled him to eat casually. As for what he ate, Chu Qing didn't pay attention. Until Chu Qing was taken to the basketball gym by Ye Mao, who was holding his schoolbag in one hand and holding him in the other.
Chu Qingcai was awakened by the unprecedented grand occasion of life. He saw that the basketball hall, which could accommodate thousands of people, was already overcrowded. Men, women, first and second middle schools, were packed tightly.
The smell of sweat was strong in the air. Ye Mao pulled Chu Qing and squeezed through the entrance channel. He stood under the bleachers and felt embarrassed. Looking around, they seemed to have arrived a little late. Where could there be any seats
At this moment, Zhuo Buqun was arranged at the entrance of the passage. The people waiting for Chu Qing found Chu Qing and walked towards Chu Qing. From this point of view, Zhuo Buqun quite 'valued' Chu Qing.
"You two come with me." Zhang Xifei said businesslikely.
Zhang Xifei's attire looked like he was from the basketball team, and he had followed Zhuo Buqun to see Chu Qing in the morning, so it wasn't their first meeting, and there was no need to confirm their identities.
Chu Qing followed Zhang Xifei to the team's exclusive rest area. Ye Mao followed Zhang Xifei and looked around curiously, because Zhang Xifei's jersey was really eye-catching in the basketball stadium and would attract attention wherever he went.
Some brave ones will even come up and ask: "Hey, are you going to play later?"
Before this time, Zhang Xifei would always hold his head high and smile and say: "Of course."
Then it made others envious, and he felt secretly happy. Among the envious people was Ye Mao, and Chu Qing only had two words to comment on it: boring.
After bringing Chu Qing and Chu Qing to an area east of the basketball hall, Zhang Xifei looked at Zhuo Buqun who was warming up from a distance for instructions. Zhuo Buqun glanced at Chu Qing, and after confirming that everything was correct, he gave Zhang Xifei an affirmative look.
Then he warmed up his body, and at the same time, he did not forget to quietly pay attention to the situation on the referee's bench. Today, not only the leaders of the school, but also the leaders of the No. 2 Middle School came to watch the game.
Tang Ziyan, as the signature of No. 1 Middle School, the president of the student union, one of the main planners of this friendly match... and other identities that are enough to make a blind eye, accompanying the school leaders, explaining to the school leaders, and reporting things are naturally indispensable to her. .
At this time, she was making a guarantee to the principal about the basketball game. No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School have been fighting for so many years and have always been bitter enemies. The principals have changed from generation to generation, but this stance has never changed from beginning to end.
And the result has not changed. Speaking of this, No. 1 Middle School is proud of itself, because no matter what neighborhood it is in, No. 1 Middle School always outperforms No. 2 Middle School. Therefore, people who come after them will always be proud of themselves in every competition between the two schools. , all appeared cautious.
No. 2 Middle School vows to wash away its shame, while No. 1 Middle School wants to hold on to the honor that has been earned with blood and sweat by countless predecessors. At this point, losing even once is an indelible insult to No. 1 Middle School, and it is also a major stain on this principal. If No. 1 Middle School is praised too high, it will be miserable if it falls down.
When Tang Ziyan was reporting on his work, there was also a fair-skinned, beautiful, youthful and energetic woman in red sitting at the No. 2 Middle School doing the same thing as Tang Ziyan, both of their faces glowing with confidence.
When they had some time, the two of them didn't forget to look at each other. Where their eyes met, sparks flew out.