At No. 4 Middle School, the sun is still scorching today, making the students in the class suffer terribly from the sun.
Instructor Li was ruthless when training. Some students privately said that Instructor Li was training them to death. Some students even went to Shan Qingrong to complain, but Instructor Li did what he had to do.
The students were at a loss now and could only try to have fun in the midst of suffering. Every break was the happiest time for everyone and they would gather in groups of three or five to chat.
Jiang Ning had been practicing during the military training. As a cultivator, he could regulate his body surface temperature and always maintain the most comfortable state simply by circulating his spiritual power.
He just spared some energy to deal with the military training. This morning, he was specially praised by Instructor Li, who asked his classmates to take him as an example. However, this caused many boys to look down on him.
In their opinion, Jiang Ning's thin stature meant that even if he marched in standard military posture, what good would it do? He was still a weakling, wasn't he
There were two boys with rather rebellious personalities who planned to find Jiang Ning to practice with after the military training was over.
They didn't dare vent their anger on Instructor Li, so they transferred it to Jiang Ning.
Facing Instructor Li's praise, Jiang Ning was not complacent at all. His life essence was different from that of ordinary people. It would be a laughing stock if he couldn't even do a little military posture.
As for the opinions of these classmates, he didn't care. If someone got into trouble, Song Sheng would be a lesson for him.
The team of Class 8 was close to the basketball court. During the break, the students sat on the concrete floor of the basketball court, chatting in groups of three or five.
One boy was talking excitedly and pointed at the backboard and said, "Do you believe I can touch the backboard?"
The boy who spoke was called Hu Jun. He looked old and was about 1.75 cm tall.
Ma Shicheng often plays basketball. He is about the same height as Hu Jun. He has tried many times, but he was always a little short of the rebound.
"You are just boasting without thinking. Do you know how difficult it is to touch the backboard? It would be almost the same if you were 1.80 meters tall."
Hu Jun said, "How about a bet of a bottle of Coke?"
Ma Shicheng is not afraid of him at all:
"If you can find it, I'll buy you a bottle of Red Bull."
The bet between the two attracted other students in the class.
Guo Kunnan, who had a somewhat ruffian look on his face and dark skin, said:
"Hu Jun, you are really not good enough."
"I am 178, and I was able to barely touch it after practicing physical education for a period of time in junior high school."
Hu Jun was immediately excited:
"Bet on a bottle of Coke."
Guo Kunnan pointed at him and said, "Go and try it now. If you can't jump up after three attempts, I'll go to the supermarket and buy it for you."
"Okay, I'll touch it and show you." Hu Jun stood up, and several male classmates who were surrounding him made way for him. Everyone started to make a noise after hearing the three people making a bet.
When I was in high school, some boys with good physical fitness and great strength were still quite enviable. They would compete with each other whenever they had nothing to do and enjoyed defeating their opponents.
Hu Jun stood on the basketball court and looked at both sides. The students who were originally sitting on the ground to rest stood up one after another and watched him touch the backboard. He suddenly felt like the center of attention.
He stepped back a distance, took a few steps, leaped forward, and touched the backboard with his fingertips.
"Awesome!" Ma Shicheng admitted defeat and praised Hu Jun.
Guo Kunnan's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that Hu Jun could really touch the backboard.
With so many people watching, he couldn't go back on his word, so he simply said:
"You have good jumping ability, we can play basketball together in the future."
Then I went to the school supermarket with Ma Shicheng.
Several students tried to imitate Hu Jun and touch the backboard, but after jumping up, they were at least ten centimeters away from the backboard. They tried several times but failed. Only then did they realize how strong Hu Jun's jumping ability is.
Several boys came up to Hu Jun and asked him how he trained his jumping ability. The girls also seemed to look at him curiously, and for a moment Hu Jun couldn't help feeling a little elated.
Ma Shicheng and Guo Kunnan came back with some water. Hu Jun opened the iced Red Bull, took a sip with relish, and felt relaxed all over.
Jiang Ning was watching from the side, but he knew that Hu Jun's glory would not last for a few minutes.
The girls' team started a discussion and one of the girls took the opportunity to approach Huang Zhongfei and asked him if it was difficult to touch the backboard.
Huang Zhongfei said it was quite difficult. Although he was 1.80 meters tall, he did not exercise much and could not touch it.
Not far away, in the Experimental Class 1 formation, the fat guy looked at the boys next to him and said happily:
"Brother Hui, there's someone pretending to be cool over there, why don't you go and give it a try?"
The boy called Brother Hui has a distinguished temperament, is tall and handsome, and he said with a smile:
"Okay, let's show them our skills today."
Fatty Lin Zida ran to the edge of the team, found a black bag, unzipped it, and inside was a basketball that looked quite textured.
He held the basketball and threw it towards Zhuang Jianhui. The basketball drew an arc and landed steadily in Zhuang Jianhui's palm.
Lin Zida shouted to the people nearby:
"Have you ever seen a slam dunk? I'll show you one today."
He shouted several times in a row, as if he was the one who dunked the ball.
Zhuang Jianhui found it funny to see Lin Zida's servile appearance. Outsiders probably thought that Lin Zida was his follower. In fact, Lin Zida grew up in the same compound as him and was definitely a genius, but most people were easily deceived by his appearance.
Zhuang Jianhui was handsome to begin with, especially with that special aura of nobility about him. Many girls had a good impression of him. Lin Zida shouted very hard, and although the girls didn't quite understand what a dunk was, they still followed Zhuang Jianhui towards the basketball court.
After the girls went over, the boys naturally followed. No matter what their thoughts were, they all wanted to see it for themselves. So there were a lot of people following Zhuang Jianhui.
The other teams resting on the playground were attracted by this scene. Even the teams in normal training kept looking over.
So the students in Class 8 of Grade 1 saw a tall and handsome boy followed by a large group of people, and everyone instinctively made way for them.
Hu Jun hadn't finished his Red Bull yet when he saw someone coming over with a basketball. He found a place to see what the guy was doing.
Suddenly, two to three hundred people gathered near the basketball court.
A young instructor saw the situation on the basketball court, looked at his own team's absent-minded appearance, and waved his hand:
"Disband where you are!"
More and more students gathered at the basketball court. Shen Qing'e, Chen Siyu and other girls from Class 8 took a good position in the front row because they were close to the playground. They blinked their eyes and looked at Zhuang Jianhui in the center.
Zhuang Jianhui looked normal, not at all disturbed by the gazes of the crowd, and his mentality was very good.
He patted the basketball, warming up and trying to get his touch.
Guo Kunnan asked doubtfully, "Is this kid going to dunk?"
Ma Shicheng was shocked: "Are you kidding me? I've never seen anyone dunk in my life."
Guo Kunnan has seen it, but those who can dunk have to be at least 1.9 meters tall, and the boys on the playground are about 1.83 meters tall, so how can they dunk
Zhuang Jianhui made some fancy moves, then started dribbling and suddenly accelerated.
Rushing to the front of the backboard, he tensed his calves, suddenly jumped up, holding the basketball, and easily passed it over the basket. Then he snapped his wrist, "Bang!" The basketball went into the basket. He grabbed the iron frame with both hands and swung his body, full of primitive power and beauty, like a flying man.
“I’ll go!”
"Wow!"
There were bursts of exclamations from all around, especially from the girls, whose eyes were filled with that stunning figure, their hearts beating faster, and they would probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.
"Brother Guo, what's the level of this dunk?" Ma Shicheng asked.
Guo Kunnan said: "It's hard to judge whether he is good or not, but he is very good. The main reason is that he dunks... and looks good."
He had an indescribable admiration for the man. He played basketball frequently and knew how difficult it was to dunk. He probably would never be able to do it in his entire life, and even if he succeeded by chance, he would never be able to do it so handsomely.
Lin Zida shouted, "One more!"
The girls around shouted together: "One more, one more!"
"One more handsome guy!"
Zhuang Jianhui smiled and dribbled the ball again. This time he did not dunk directly. Instead, he threw the basketball towards the backboard from a distance. Then he jumped up, caught the rebounding basketball, and slammed it into the basket with his backhand.
There was an explosion of cheers from the crowd, and the girls shouted wildly.
Compared with the previous dunk, this one is full of fancy beauty, making people want to watch it again after watching it once.
Instructor Li came over at some point and sighed:
"Each generation is better than the last. This kid has really good physical fitness!"
Although everyone strongly urged Zhuang Jianhui to try again, he remained unmoved and left the court amid everyone's enthusiasm.
So much so that on the second day of military training, Zhuang Jianhui, a senior student, became the focus of girls' conversation.
He is handsome, has a good temperament, is in an experimental class, and can dunk. With these advantages combined in one, I don't know how many young girls have a good impression of him.