"Brother Cheng!" Wang Xu responded quickly, "Hmm! Got it! Pass it to you and Brother Cheng!"
"Jiang Cheng." Jiang Cheng said, he was not used to a group of people calling him elder brother, although Pan Zhi called him grandfather.
"Jiang Cheng, just Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng," Wang Xu waved his hand, "The buddies don't pay attention to so many rules... First go to my house to get some food, I let my mother prepare them, and then go directly to the technical school to practice. ball."
Jiang Cheng wanted to ask where he came to the rules, but he didn't ask. After eating so many delicious pies from Wang Xu's house, he was still willing to ensure that Wang Xu was firmly seated in the 8th class.
When they arrived at Wang Xu’s shop with great vigor, Wang Xu’s mother had already packed the pies for them. Probably, Wang Xu had never done anything like "leading a basketball team to win" since childhood, so his mother was very enthusiastic. .
"Let's go after eating, how uncomfortable it is to eat with the wind blowing all the way." She said.
"No, we are in a hurry," Wang Xu said, "the time is short, the task is heavy, you don't understand."
"Thank you Auntie." Jiang Cheng took the pie.
"You are the most polite, you are so polite every time." Wang Xu's mother said with a smile.
A group of people didn't stay longer, took the pie and walked vigorously to the technical school.
"Da Fei," Wang Xu handed a bag of pie to Gu Fei, "Beef, tenderloin, which one do you want?"
"... Beef." Gu Fei said.
"Tenderloin is also delicious, didn't you like it last time?" Wang Xu said.
"I want to eat beef today." Gu Fei said.
"What about Jiang Cheng?" Wang Xu handed the bag to Jiang Cheng again.
"I'll taste the tenderloin." Jiang Cheng took a tenderloin filling according to Wang Xu's instructions.
Gu Fei suddenly choked next to him, and coughed for a long time at the beginning.
Jiang Cheng drew his water cup out of his schoolbag: "Drink some water?"
"Oh." Gu Fei took a few sips from the bottle.
"Hey, this cup is not bad," Wang Xu said. "Sports fans, at first glance, they are used by athletes. I didn't say, Jiang Cheng, you are really good at acting. No wonder people see you not pleasing to the eye."
"...A drinking glass is considered pretending," Jiang Cheng said, "Is your compelling point a bit low?"
"No," Guo Xu said next to him. "We are a small place here. You don't have to be a local at a glance. You must come from a big city. It's a force in itself."
Everyone agreed.
Jiang Cheng was a little speechless.
The venue of the technical school is not as good as that of the fourth middle school, but everyone still squats on the sidelines very seriously to discuss, and then conduct practice matches strictly according to the results of the discussion.
I have to say that none of the people in Class 8 did well in class, but after being inspired, they made great progress in practice. From the very beginning, people ran with the ball, and now I know how many people cooperate with them. Jiang Cheng was so moved that he wanted to write an English broadcast for them.
There was a competition in the afternoon, so the first class was a mess as usual. They practiced in the technical school until the first class was halfway through, and then they returned to school together.
There are already a lot of people on the court, and the 8th class members who have been unattended this time immediately aroused onlookers. Jiang Cheng discovered that in just a few days, they had actually accumulated a lot of "fans."
Before reaching the rest area of their class, Wang Xu already unhurriedly pulled his jacket away, took it off, and threw it onto Lu Xiaobin next to him.
"Take it yourself." Lu Xiaobin planned to throw the clothes back to him.
"You help me get it!" Wang Xu turned his head and stared at him.
"... You should be assigned a full-time photographer." Lu Xiaobin said.
"Why do you talk so much, let you help you take the clothes to see you are unconvinced," Wang Xu stared at him, "Are you the captain or am I the captain?"
Lu Xiaobin didn't speak, and turned to look elsewhere.
To Jiang Cheng's surprise, both Lao Xu and Lao Lu put on sportswear and stood on the sidelines waiting for them.
"This will not be our foreign aid?" Jiang Cheng couldn't help asking.
"Actually," Gu Fei also looked funny, "Old Xu Laolu is in our class, so I don’t have to say that he is a foreign aid... Lao Lu played well. There will be a teacher basketball game later, you You can take a look."
"The principal really loves basketball." Jiang Cheng sighed.
Just after speaking, I saw the principal.
The principal's surname is Liu, and Jiang Cheng has never met him face-to-face. At this moment, he suddenly stopped in front of him. Jiang Cheng was shocked and found that there was a acne on the nose of the principal Liu. I don't know if it was not. The ball was sent with excitement.
"Classmate Jiang Cheng," Principal Liu smiled and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder, "Yes, I think you played well. You can go to our school team at your level!"
"School Liu," Wang Xu said without waiting for Jiang Cheng to speak out, "Don't pat him on the shoulder."
"I..." Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Xu, feeling that this guy was missing more than one string in his mind, he was missing a piano.
"Okay, don't shoot," Principal Liu didn't care. After the praise was over, he patted Gu Fei's shoulder again, "You can shoot on the shoulder, right?"
"No." Gu Fei smiled.
"You kid," Principal Liu pointed at him with a smile, "I just looked at you when you were playing football. You and Jiang are the perfect partners. You two will come when our school teacher goes out to play the game next time. !"
"No." Gu Fei still laughed.
Principal Liu pointed to him twice and didn't say anything, so he turned his head and rushed back and beckoned: "Reporter, interview the dark horse partner!"
A boy who looked at the literary youth with acne, and a girl who looked at the campus trumpet so small that anyone could secretly take photos when standing in front of them immediately squeezed in.
"Hello, we are reporters from the school's radio station." The literary boy first took a point-and-shoot camera and snapped at them, then took out a small notebook, "I want to interview you."
This kind of broken school, which has fewer exams than other schools, actually has a radio station and reporters
"... Hello." Jiang Cheng felt very upset about being shot face-to-face unsuspectingly. He wanted to grab the camera and see what the hell he was being shot.
Gu Fei turned around and walked away.
"Student Gu Fei," Little Horn was anxious, and hurriedly chased and shouted, "Student Gu Fei! I have two questions for you..."
"Classmate Jiang Cheng," the literary boy immediately blocked Jiang Cheng's way to the rest area of Class 8, "Please answer my two questions."
Cheng Ting Jiang would like to ask you whether you prepared the questions in pairs.
"A game in your class was very unexpected," the literary boy looked at him, "I want to ask..."
"Wang Xu!" Jiang Cheng saw Wang Xu, who was looking very expectantly here, "Captain!" (End of this chapter)