Xing Cheng was tall and aggressive. He pushed Ning Xi to swipe the access card and leave. The security guard just watched and didn't dare to stop him. Their job was to watch the students swipe their cards to enter. One card per person, as long as they had the card.
Ning Xi stared at the two words "Xing Cheng" for a long time, and his eyes felt a little sore.
He put his school card in his trouser pocket, but was afraid it would fall out. He then put it in his coat pocket, but that still made it easy to fall out, so he simply took out his school bag and stuffed it inside his coat pocket.
He probably put his own card in the book when he used it as a ruler. He will find some time to look for it later and then return Xing Cheng's card, otherwise he will not be able to leave after school.
Ning Xi arrived late, and his classmates had basically started studying. He opened his homework book, which was covered with colorful geographical maps and very detailed annotations. The originally sloppy handwriting had become neat and small, like printed text.
Ning Xi always subconsciously thought that these notebooks were to be left for Xing Cheng to use, so he wrote every word clearly, and even added a few comments, drew an expression, and then crossed it out with a pen.
At the same time, Xing Cheng was being pushed onto the school wall by a group of boys. He bit the sleeve of his school uniform, jumped up, supported himself with both hands, climbed onto a platform, stepped firmly on the bricks, and carefully avoided the gravel and debris on the wall.
He hung on the edge of the wall, flipped down, stepped on the desk that his buddy had moved over to sit on, and landed on the ground.
Boys of his age would accept breaking their legs for everything they cherish.
Xing Cheng had done things like climbing over walls many times, but he was always careful every time, which was why he managed to escape the "law" on campus. He was caught once or twice, and he remembered them clearly, and the reason was basically for his brother.
In the classroom, Ning Xi was still flipping through a notebook.
Ning Xi always remembered that when Xing Cheng was in the first year of high school and had to choose between arts and science, he ran up to his house and knocked on his door very seriously, saying that he had chosen arts.
But in his memory, Xingcheng won a prize in a small science and technology competition when he was in junior high school, and was very good at mathematics, but he was terrible at politics, history and geography. Xingcheng was a rebellious punk kid at that time, and he said with confidence that he wanted to skip a grade and graduate early.
Ning Xi lowered his eyes and said, "You can skip a grade if you choose science."
Xing Cheng was silent for a long time, then said, "Brother, can't you let me read with you?"
Ning Xi didn't say anything. He felt that they should each choose a subject that they were good at. They couldn't really mess up their future just to hang out together every day. But he couldn't bear to say something too rational to hurt Xing Cheng's fragile heart. He couldn't answer directly, so he could only respond with silence.
Ning Xi looked at Xing Cheng, seeing how tall he had grown, and said that he should get a haircut in the new school year. Then he closed the door and went in.
In the end, Xing Cheng didn't swing his sword to cut off his troublesome hair, but just shaved it off. It was a hairstyle that was particularly popular among little boys at that time. He left a little more hair in the middle and shaved the sides short . Some even shaved a line or a letter on it.
Xing Cheng made a letter and put it on top, with an "N" on the left and an "X" on the right.
At that time, Ren Mei didn't quite know the importance of "Ning Xi" in Xing Cheng's heart, so she asked him, "Boss, what do you mean by non-mainstream?"
Xing Cheng was feeling very depressed and felt that he was not mainstream, but he still replied arrogantly: "Awesome."
In the past, Xing Cheng was young and didn’t know anything. He was bold and dared to do anything. However, when facing Ning Xi, who was three years older than him, he was still scared and couldn’t show off.
Now Xingcheng is in his second year of high school. He is tall and strong, and all his good friends are very obedient to him. They are so close to each other that they wear crotchless pants. It seems that their youthfulness is about to fade away.
It was lunchtime and self-study time. Ning Xi felt hot, but the fan in the classroom was not blowing towards him. He gritted his teeth and endured it. He really wanted to drink water, but all the bottled water in the class's water dispenser was gone, so he had to go get some water after school in the afternoon.
There are more girls than boys in the liberal arts class, and Ning Xi is a tall boy, the school team's scoring leader, and has great athletic ability, so naturally he became the one who often fetches water.
By the time school was over in the afternoon, the water supply was tight and classes all over the school were scrambling to line up early to get bottled water.
On that day, Ning Xi went to fetch water with a boy in his class. When they reached the stairs, they saw a bucket of water at the corner with a note on it: Class 3-4 of Senior High School.
Ning Xi picked up the note, looked at it carefully, and then stuck it back on the bucket.
He wiped his face and turned his head away, not knowing what to say.
Ning Xi knew who moved here as soon as he saw the handwriting.
If Xingcheng had this kind of enthusiasm for studying, he would probably be among the top three in his grade.
Ning Xi brought the water back to the classroom, filled it up, took a cup and drank it in one gulp, then wrote some questions for a while. He looked at the time and looked out the window at the school basketball court.
The seats for senior high school students are fixed and do not need to be rotated every week. His seat is right next to the window and he can see the basketball court at any time.
The summer breeze was blowing, the trees were green, the playground was a red plastic surface, every basketball court was full, and the school team's training ground was even more crowded with people playing and watching the game, but they were too far away, and Ning Xi couldn't see clearly which one was Xing Cheng.
When I was a student, students who had to play ball in the afternoon generally did not eat dinner. As soon as school was over at 5:30, they would rush to the court and play to the death. Some students who could not get a court in the afternoon would play to the death at noon, and then go hungry for the whole afternoon. Those who "survived" were also starving to death.
There were girls in the class who were holding books and asking questions, but Ning Xi was in a hurry to go to the stadium to return the school card to Xing Cheng. If he was any later, he would miss the evening self-study.
Ning Xi is usually aloof and doesn't interact much with people in his class, but he is good-looking and very polite to others. He helps the class carry water and clean the classroom, and he still attracts the attention of many girls.
When I was in school, many girls liked this kind of cool boy who didn’t talk much and just stood there in one word: handsome.
Ning Xi is a human-shaped air conditioner with automatic cooling in the summer and an ice prince in the cold wind in the winter. Only Xing Cheng can see his occasional breakdowns and small emotions.
Ning Xi stood up, put his school card in his pocket, put on a thin autumn school uniform, and whispered to the girl, "Sorry, I have to go downstairs."
Most girls of this age are cute and green. She blushed a little and hesitantly said, "Are you going to play ball? Can you come with me?"
Ning Xi didn't say anything. He pulled up the zipper by the corner of his clothes. His school uniform was very neat. He nodded and said, "I'll go find Xing Cheng."
She smiled and said, "Is that the one from the second year of high school? No problem, I want to go watch the game too, how about joining us?"
Ning Xi thought it was nothing, so he nodded in agreement, and the girl followed him downstairs.
Xing Cheng was just about to shoot a three-pointer when a group of teammates shouted "Xing Cheng, step up!"
The person who cooperated with Xing Cheng changed from Ning Xi to Ying Yuchen. Putting aside the so-called "personal grudge", the two of them cooperated quite well. However, compared with Ning Xi, Ying Yuchen's compatibility with Xing Cheng was still far behind.
As a point guard, Ning Xi is good at cooperation and assists, while Ying Yuchen is more offensive and can easily steal the limelight from the small forward, and Xing Cheng happens to be in this position.
The ball went through the net and the school team scored another point.
The team from a high school in the next district came to play basketball at the school that day. They brought people with them specially and the school approved it. It was a small competition. They happened to be in their second year of high school, and people from the city's sports department also came to select athletes.
It is inevitable for children from the same district to encounter each other. There are several opponents that Xingcheng encountered when he was playing street basketball in the district at junior high school. Their moves were more wild than the other, and their playing styles were as fierce as his.
Before Ning Xi quit the school team, he was the vice-captain. Many sophomores still knew him. During the halftime break, they saw Ning Xi coming from afar and shouted, "Brother Xi!"
Xing Cheng on the field turned around and saw Ning Xi.
There was another girl next to him, standing quite close to Ning Xi. She looked very petite and a perfect match for him.
Xing Cheng was angry, but he was still on the court. His emotions were related to the survival of the team and he could not be vague. Besides, the players on the court played wildly and he couldn't stand it.
Ying Yuchen was dribbling the ball, and it seemed as if the basketball was stuck in his palm and would not fall off no matter how he shook it. The ball made the opponent dizzy and he was searching for a passing target outside the offensive area.
Ying Yuchen glanced at Xing Cheng who quietly rushed to the right side of the court. He decisively took the ball and raised his arm, making a fake move to the left. The opponent who was defending him blocked it to the left!
Ying Yuchen quickly passed the ball from the right to Xing Cheng who was rushing over to receive the ball. After receiving the ball, Xing Cheng turned around and pressed his toes onto the three-point shooting line.
Ying Yuchen shouted from the side: "Step back!"
Upon hearing this, Xing Cheng dribbled the ball with one hand, stepped back, and without his toes touching the line, he jumped up, leaned his body back slightly, tightened his waist muscles, and shot directly with complete wrist strength!
At this time, the opponent's defender jumped with Xing Cheng, but he couldn't jump as high as him and instead touched Xing Cheng's hand.
A foul was committed, resulting in another point being given away.
Xing Cheng made a fadeaway jump shot, and the ball formed a perfect parabola in the air and went into the net, scoring easily.
No matter how much Ying Yuchen disliked Xing Cheng, at this moment, a big thing had been reduced to a small one, and a small thing had turned into a strong comradeship. Even though Xing Cheng was younger than him, his explosive style of play made him admit defeat. He clenched his fists and roared: "Three plus one! Xing Cheng! You get him!"
The rest of the school team cheered and shouted, "Awesome!"
There were also a few guys who were yelling like football fans, with slogans like "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! You can do it! You are the best! You are swift and resolute! You leave no stone unturned!"
Xing Cheng felt his blood boiling and was a little moved, but he had already traveled a thousand miles, so could he still play the game?
Ning Xi listened and laughed secretly, with a tense face and said nothing.
He felt that he was old and the students who were one grade lower than him were more energetic.
When Xing Cheng first joined the school team, a bunch of guys were shouting something like "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." However, the "begin" is easily heard as "die." Xing Cheng shouted in a hoarse voice, "How can we fight if we're all going to die at the first step?"
Ying Yuchen came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Xingcheng, great! You are really good!"
Xing Cheng dodged Ying Yuchen's hand. He was a little nervous about making such a big splash in front of Ning Xi: "Just make do with it."
A man cannot say no. As long as his brother is on the field, the game must go his way.
After Ying Yuchen stole the ball from the opponent's offensive player, he made a quick stop and jump shot, scoring two points, gradually narrowing the score. However, at this moment, they were still six points away from overtaking, and there were only eight minutes left in the game.
The coach of the opposing school asked the referee for a timeout, probably planning a tactic to delay the game.
Both groups gathered together to plan tactics and stood on the sidelines. There was only forty seconds of time left for the timeout. The coach was also very anxious and had to shout at everyone. It was a bunch of noisy kids, chattering away, and it was impossible to scare them at all.
There were substitutes practicing shooting on the field, and a player threw a basketball onto the backboard, causing the basketball stand to shake...
The person who jumped up might have wanted to do an alley-oop, but he didn't hold it firmly and it hit Ning Xi directly on the head!
The impact of the basketball hit him on the head. Ning Xi lost his balance and stumbled, falling on Xing Cheng.
The two of them suddenly fell together, their jerseys touching their school uniforms. Xing Cheng lowered his head , and his wheat-colored arms grabbed Ning Xi, who was losing his balance.
Ning Xi felt a sharp pain in his head and his eyes went black from the shock.
Before Ning Xi could hold on tightly, the field suddenly became chaotic and the onlookers screamed. They saw Xing Cheng with a gloomy face being pulled by a group of people. His eyes were red and he was struggling to get out!
Most of the fights between boys of this age are either over good relationships or conflicts in sports competitions. It just so happens that Xing Cheng's fight is a combination of both.
A few teammates on the other team who were unaware of the situation also hurriedly huddled together to pull the person who smashed the ball!
The man yelled at the top of his voice: "Xing Cheng! I'm going to hit you, even if I hit it crookedly, so what!"
The school team here shouted back, not wanting to be outdone: "Grandson!"
Xing Cheng recognized him. They had played against each other when they were playing street ball in junior high school. This guy was not a good guy at all. He loved to play dirty on the court. He even tripped others up when he was not as skilled as them!
Ying Yuchen was spoiled by his brother and had an even worse temper. He didn't try to pull Xingcheng back and was still holding the ball. Just as he was about to curse, he saw the coach and the referee coming to break up the fight. Xingcheng snatched the basketball from his hand and threw it at the person where he was!
The school team coach saw that he couldn't stop them anymore and yelled, "Stop!"
The referee also blew the whistle, and the sharp sound made everyone present exclaim in surprise. The referee simply made a gesture and both sides were sent off!
Xing Cheng and the guy who hit Ning Xi received a technical foul (a player was given a technical foul) and both fouled out and left the court, graduating directly.
The field suddenly became quiet, everyone stared at each other, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that Ning Xi felt suffocated.
The score of their school team depends on how good Xing Cheng is in the last quarter. If he is eliminated directly, they can't play anymore. Can they still play relying only on a well-behaved Ying Yuchen?
Xing Cheng wiped his face, the hostility in his eyes could kill all the teammates one by one. He gritted his teeth, glanced at Ning Xi, arranged the other three teammates, calmed down a little, and said to Ying Yuchen: "In the last quarter, you will focus on fast breaks and position yourself under the basket..."
Before Xing Cheng finished his words, Ning Xi, who was standing next to him, bit his collar, raised his arm, pulled the zipper down a little, lifted the hem, tilted his head back, and took off his school uniform jacket, revealing a pure white short-sleeved shirt underneath.
There was still some sweat on Ning Xi's forehead, probably from the cold sweat after being hit just now.
He shook his head, stretched out his hand to move Xing Cheng aside, and said in a cold voice: "Pull aside."
Seeing this, Ying Yuchen understood what he meant. He sighed inwardly and threw the basketball passed by his teammate directly to Ning Xi, who caught it steadily and held the ball in his arms.
Ning Xi stood there, with Xing Cheng behind him and five opponents from outside the school in front of him.
Ning Xi was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a pair of sneakers, and rolled up the corners of his school pants. His skin was so white that it was dazzling in the sun. His narrow eyelids made his eyes look deep and seductive. The sweat on his neck made the curve bright...
He took a step forward, turned his head to the coach and said, "Coach, I'll take Xingcheng's place."
There were several old players in the school team who used to play basketball with Ning Xi. Seeing this scene, they waved the towels in their hands wildly with excitement!
"I've never seen anything like this before! Ning Xi is on top!"