After the basketball hall incident, the relationship between the three became familiar. Ning Xiaoning was no longer as cold as when they first met. Sometimes she would play with Xu Yao in front of Wen Liang. She was elegant and graceful, and she was beautiful like jade. Such days covered up the boredom and dullness of training. The friendship between the teenagers was quickly sublimated. When they looked back, there was always a kind of warmth flowing on the court.
In this era of fluttering white clothes, girls of sixteen or seventeen have the fragrance that only young girls can have. They have clear and bright eyes, graceful waists, and delicate and natural gestures. As the poem says, they are like a water lotus, shy of the cool breeze. Boys of sixteen or seventeen ignore the sweat on their bodies and the mud under their feet. They laugh heartily and shout loudly during exercise. Occasionally, they pause, not because of fatigue or annoyance, but just to take a look at the girl's profile and listen to her sweet voice like a wind chime, and they immediately become lively.
This is the most brilliant season, but also the saddest era. Countless people long for someone in their hearts, wearing white clothes, with long hair, walking out of their dreams in the hazy moonlight, leaning beside a white horse as agile as a dragon, and gently blowing a recorder. The water in the lake, the flying geese, and the dancing fireflies are all intoxicated by the sound of the flute. The shallow grass behind sways in the wind between the horse's hooves, and the bright moon above the head casts the reflection of the beloved under the sky. This is the unique romance of youth, but also the unique sadness of youth.
Men and women who have been young do not know how to cherish it, but they do not know how much they will miss the past when they grow up. This is the youthful past of the 1990s. It has no past and no future. It only grew in that era and disappeared in that era.
Starting over again, this nostalgia is higher than fame and fortune, higher than wine, sex, money and anger. Looking at the two lively girls around him, Wen Liang understands that this life not only fills the gap of youth, but also makes it more colorful.
The days of fighting together always pass quickly. After training that day, Wen Liang wiped his sweat and asked, "Coach, what do you think our chances of winning are?" Yesterday, Ning Xiaoning somehow found out Mu Shanshan's starting lineup. This meant that the enemy was in the dark and we were in the light, and our chances of winning increased by several percent.
Ning Xiaoning counted on her fingers, looking very cute: "Mu Shanshan is tall and strong, he must be in the interior, responsible for the basket, rebounds and main attack. Shi Chengcai is thin but flexible and agile, very fast, he is mainly responsible for breakthroughs, sprints and strong attacks, but we should pay special attention to Guan You, this person has been in the provincial youth team, and was recruited to Shangqing No. 1 Middle School for his basketball specialty. I'll ask around, this person is particularly good at organization and planning, and his defense is even more watertight, and his nickname is 'Iron Wall'!"
Wen Liang frowned slightly: "Comrade Coach, the war is approaching, it's not good for you to undermine morale like this? If it really doesn't work, just surrender. Anyway, I have thick skin..."
"Bah!" Xu Yao spat at him, her eyes wide open, "What's the point of having a nice nickname? I will now give you the nickname 'Diamond Drill', which is good at drilling through iron walls!"
Wen Liang said obscenely: "You fool, if you really have a diamond drill, why don't you use it to drill the wall? It would be better to drill something else..."
The two girls looked bewildered. Wen Liang felt ashamed and secretly despised himself in his heart. Facing such innocent girls of this era, even his face, which had lived for two lifetimes, felt a little hot.
"It doesn't matter. We also have advantages," Ning Xiaoning clapped her hands, "First of all, we are three girls, and the other party will definitely look down on us..."
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by three girls?"
The uncle was ignored, Ning Xiaoning continued: "Secondly, I can fight against Guan You. I may not be able to break through, but at least I can contain him. Yaoyao is agile, has a good physique, and has the advantage of height. She can definitely defeat Shi Chengcai; the last one is Mu Shanshan. Although his skills are rough, he is tall and strong. After all, Yaoyao and I are girls, so we will definitely not be able to fight him head-on. So the key to victory is..."
The two girls looked at Wen Liang together. The uncle who was called the girl looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle angrily and said, "Leave Xiao Shanshan to me. Everything will be OK!"
On March 25, 1995, the State Council issued the decision of "The State Council on Amending the Regulations of the State Council on Workers' Working Hours", and the two-day weekend system was officially implemented nationwide from May 1. The first week of school was also the first time that Qingyi Middle School had a two-day holiday, so Friday afternoon became a carnival for all students. After finally getting through two classes and the last self-study, Ren Yi touched Wen Liang and bowed with a wretched look on his face: "Brother Erlang, please."
Wen Liang also bowed and said, "Brother Jianping, please."
At that time, the TV series "Gan Shijiumei" was on the air. Ren Yi was madly infatuated with Shijiumei played by Yang Lu. He used all means, including crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide, to force Wen Liang to call him Yin Jianping (I wonder if Zhang Zijian would burst into tears). Then, on the shameless grounds that one person was not good at role-playing, he gave Wen Liang a supporting role as a bandit of Hua Erlang, and without notifying the actor, he let Ji Su play the role of Gan Shijiumei.
"Gan Shijiumei" is one of the most beautiful memories of that era. Although the plot and scenes seem insignificant now, it touched countless boys and girls at that time. It is about knights, about love, about life and death, about right and wrong. How do you choose between relatives and lovers? How do you choose between justice and selfish desires? This simple drama touched many people.
"I have some information to share. I heard that Mu Shanshan went to Liu Zhihe and placed a big bet. Old Liu's face turned blue at the time..."
"How much?" Wen Liang showed some interest. "One hundred or two hundred?"
"Two hundred?" Ren Yi made no effort to hide his disdain. "Let your imagination run wild, Comrade Hua Erlang. Five thousand yuan!"
Wen Liang was really frightened. This was 1995. He stretched out his right hand and gestured twice: "Five thousand RMB?"
No matter how surprised Wen Liang was, the truth always makes people cry. When he was sure that Brother Yin Jianping was not sick from reading pirated books, he subconsciously grabbed his pants.
He's in pain!
What kind of annoying group of people and what kind of annoying dirty things must have happened to cause such an annoying situation! After sighing for a while, Wen Liang asked, "How are the odds calculated now?"
"Since everyone has a common understanding of your strength, the betting is not very active. A few days ago, Liu Zhihe raised Mu Shanshan's odds from 1.1 to 1.5. If Mu Shanshan wins, he will have to pay 2,500 blood!"
Wen Liang understood that everyone thought Mu Shanshan would win. With a bet of five or ten yuan, the odds of 1:1 were the same as no profit. Although there were many people who wanted to beat Wen Liang, the overall betting volume was not significant. Liu Zhihe, as the banker, took a cut from the upper hand and the lower hand. With a small scale, he could only make a profit, so he raised the odds. Wen Liang was speechless. If Mu Shanshan really won, would the little money he earned be enough to pay for the loss
Yin Jianping and Hua Erlang, two third-rate actors, sighed for a long time, expressing strong sympathy for Liu Zhihe's first shot at Qingyi Middle School. This godfather-level figure who has been in charge of Minghua Junior High School's gambling industry for three years may be completely bankrupt in this 5,000-yuan gamble of the century...
Wen Liang suddenly realized a problem and said, "I forgot to ask you, who will win if I bet fifty dollars?"
Even Ren Yi, who was thick-skinned, was embarrassed and said shyly, "It's better not to talk about personal privacy..."
"OK, I know the answer. Brother Jianping, can you please not be so realistic..."
Ren Yi, who is too realistic, is forced by Wen Liang to introduce the gambling godfather Liu Zhihe after school. Liu Zhihe is not tall, and the biggest impression he gives people is his trembling fat and his small penis that becomes as small as a mosquito when he smiles - it's really small!
Even though Wen Liang knew that his idol was only a turn away from vomiting, he still heard the sound of his dream being shattered. Ren Yi pointed at Wen Liang and was about to introduce him, but Liu Zhihe said with a smile, "I know him, I know him, classmate Wen Liang, nice to meet you."
You can tell a lot from how a person speaks. First of all, Liu Zhihe's speech is very vulgar, as if he has a ruffian on his left cheek and a gangster on his right cheek. Secondly, this guy looks very kind, but when he laughs, the fat on his body does not move, and it is obviously a fake laugh coming from his throat. Finally, he is still just a little kid.
Maybe because his father works in the Public Security Bureau, he has seen too many people of all kinds, and he wants to imitate the sophistication of adults in his bones, but this sophistication appears in a high school student, and it is very ridiculous in Wen Liang's eyes. Wen Liang didn't want to deal with him any more, and immediately stated his purpose: "I heard that there are very few people betting on me in the odds. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if this gets out? I will bet on myself today. Everyone can only bet a thousand, right? I will bet a thousand, and those bastards will lose to death."
Liu Zhihe narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down. Wen Liang knew that he could not hide his family background from Liu Zhihe. He must have doubted whether he had so much money. He waved his hand and pretended to be generous and said: "Money is not a problem, don't worry." Liu Zhihe narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then casually took out a notebook from the desk and threw it over. This is a good thing. No matter who wins or loses, with this thousand yuan as a foundation, his accounting pressure will not be so great. Wen Liang opened it and saw that it was filled with two pages of dense writing. There were more than sixty or seventy people in total. The number of people who won by betting on Mu Shanshan was more than three times that of Wen Liang. What's more amazing is that all the people have no names, just a code name, starting from 1 to 67. Wen Liang received a small piece of paper torn from a math homework book, with 68 written crookedly on it.
Damn, I thought it was just a little farce. If I hadn't heard that Mu Shanshan was so strong and offered 5,000 yuan to bet on me, I wouldn't have bothered to ask about it. I didn't expect that after coming here, I was really enlightened. He is indeed a senior who opened the market in junior high school. He has experience in anti-detection. MB knows how to use secret accounts.
Wen Liang roughly estimated that apart from his and Mu Shanshan's bets, the rest of the bets added up to no more than 500 yuan. Well, that made sense. After all, it was impossible for a group of kids to play privately with such a large amount. Now that Mu Shanshan had done this, was this amount enough to be considered a group gambling
"Haha," Wen Liang smiled and gave a thumbs up, praising: "I'll bring the money to you tomorrow. You can cover such a big plate. You're really good, brother!"
Liu Zhihe was not afraid that Wen Liang would default on his debt, so he put away the notebook and said with a smile, "The rest is just small change, it's okay even if the school finds out. As for Mu Shanshan and your brother, will you tell anyone about it?"
"I wouldn't, but Mu Shanshan said they bet 5,000 yuan..."
"It's certain that he spread some words to show off, but if he is really asked, he will never admit it. Mr. Wen, I don't need to teach you the reason behind this, right?"
Wen Liang laughed: "Of course, that's natural."
The contact with Liu Zhihe was purely an accident. If it weren't for Ren Yi's information, Wen Liang would have even forgotten about the opening. Five thousand yuan was nothing to Mu Shanshan and others, but since even Ren Yi knew about it, there was only one reason, which was to create momentum. Mu Shanshan was afraid that he had not humiliated Wen Liang enough, so he had to take advantage of such an opportunity. If Wen Liang heard that the other party had placed a heavy bet and he did not react, it would have implicitly admitted that he was inferior to others, and he would have lost a lot in terms of momentum.
Wen Liang had lived two lives as a human being, and he shouldn't have fought for these arrogances, but since he had started fighting with Mu Shanshan, he would fight back, even if he was fighting with a grudge, and never show weakness. Only by building up enough momentum before the game, the moment of winning would be more refreshing and satisfying!
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