Chapter 4 Chapter 3 "Never Think of Basketball as Basketball.", 1998.

Kang Zhengxing Compared with the suffocating and stuffy atmosphere in the classroom, the sound of slapping basketballs on the playground seemed a bit too angry, and it bustled the entire campus that was originally stagnant. Before the bell rang for the end of the mathematics final exam, several students had already handed in their papers in a hurry.After looking up for a while, I lowered my head and wiped and wrote the answer. After writing and erasing, anxious sweat dripped on the test paper, making it wet. I looked at my watch, and the time was ticking in my head. The only thing missing is this question, and I can definitely remember which reference book this question came from with exactly the same question type, exactly the same formula, and exactly the same logic.

That's the problem. I must be calm, careful, and read the topic again to avoid being too careless, focus, and take a deep breath. I must not be disturbed by the confusion tactics of the students sitting next to me. Mathematics Puzzle" next move is..., oops, I'm distracted. Suddenly, a crumpled piece of paper was thrown from an unknown direction. I froze for a moment, feeling an inexplicable guilty conscience. I immediately picked it up and held it tightly in the palm of my hand. Wait, shouldn't this be? Good job, although I don't know which classmate passed it on, but I think this is the true meaning of friendship. When a good friend is in deep danger, he must act immediately, and the ball of paper seems to emit divine light.

It's just that I don't have much spare time now, and I can thank this mysterious person X who rescued me immediately. The bell is about to ring for the end of get out of class. Under the pressure of time, I can only move forward desperately, and should not hesitate. right. I secretly raised my head, glanced at the invigilator on the podium, and while he was flipping through the newspaper, I seized the gap and carefully opened the note under the desk. "The basketball court is waiting for you." The signature draws an ugly smiling face. Waiting for me at the basketball court?

I slightly raised my head and saw that Yu Shouheng handed the test paper to the invigilator in front of the blackboard, and turned his head to wink at me. The smile on his mouth seemed to be convincing me to give up. give up. give up. I'd better give up. At noon when the sun was shining brightly, the heat on the basketball court was so proud that it evaporated time and space. I hid under the shade of the tree and didn't see Yu Shouheng, but there were a few male students from the next class who were topless and galloping on the field. I think, I will never understand in my life, why are there so many people on this planet who are passionate about the sport of "basketball"?Squeezing their heads to grab a ball, on a hot day, several people were sweating and sticky into a ball. Whether it was victory or defeat, they would make animal-like roars, and then continue to sticky into a ball.

And Yu Shouheng is one of them. He bears the title of the head coach of the "Hanyang High School" basketball team. His score on the basketball court will definitely exceed the sum of his country's history, mathematics, and Chinese test scores. Once in the summer of a certain year, Yu Shouheng tried to teach me how to play basketball one-on-one, but after I fought and failed repeatedly, he just threw the basketball into my hand angrily and scolded me Said: "Basketball must not be regarded as basketball." I think this should be the most philosophical sentence he ever said, "Absolutely can't treat a basketball as a basketball." I haven't figured it out yet.

Don't think of basketball as basketball?So what to be?bowling?durian?head? Although I later gave up, but he did not.I don’t know when it started, he asked me to watch the trainee on the sidelines every time he played basketball, and even occasionally asked me to accompany him during the basketball team’s practice time after school. So over the years, I will definitely attend all his big and small competitions, except for one time when I was at home with a bad cold, and the other time I accompanied my parents back to my grandmother's house, and these two times, he deliberately had a cold war with me for two or three days.

I don't know when it started, but I seem to have become his personal fan, paying attention to his every move on the basketball court, and I will like and hate him because of his gains and losses in the game.Except, of course, that I wasn't cheering and screaming from the sidelines with a colored ball in my hand. Suddenly, behind me, there was a gust of hot air, carrying a familiar smell. "Very hot?" Sure enough, Yu Shouheng. "For you." I didn't have time to react, he had already slipped the ice cubes from my back collar into my clothes, and then rushed to the basketball court to fight.

childish.childish.childish. Most of these ice cubes were stolen from the pile of popsicles filled with brands he had never heard of, relying on his aunt in the welfare agency to covet his appearance and indulge him. I pulled out the hem I was tucked into my trousers, and jumped like a fool, shaking the ice out. Yes, I can almost imagine Yu Shouheng pretending to be cute in front of Aunt Liao. Auntie Liao, the proprietress of our well-known "Hanyang High School" welfare club, is proficient in all kinds of popular gossip on campus, including open and secret fights between teachers, and the love affairs of students. It is said to be far more abundant than the materials stored in the school library.

And in this so-called "welfare club that travels through time and space", in addition to the five-spice sweets that you can find in Yizhe snacks, which began to be sold six years ago, it is also the "Dabolu" that was distributed in 1994. However, I think the most classic product inside is "bread from the future". Of course, this is by no means something that all students can get if they want to buy it. If you are extremely lucky, you may be able to find polo that will not expire until June 3998 from the basket of bread piles in the welfare agency, or Cupcakes made on June 18th, 2008.

However, Yu Shouheng still eats well, and he has never had diarrhea because of it. I admire his tenacious iron stomach. And we will grab lunch from the welfare agency during lunch time, and then climb to the top floor of the gymnasium. There is a utility room where sporting goods were originally placed. It has not been used for a long time, so we occupied that room privately. As our secret base, through the window, you can still see the whole campus. I don’t know why, but we’re always used to having lunch together. Sometimes I bring the subjects I’m going to test in the afternoon with me, and sometimes he’ll secretly take a nap in the secret base.In this room, we were as free as if we had left the school, and it was only the two of us, although it was only a short half an hour.

But when exactly did we get used to just the two of us having lunch together? Forget it, I forgot. I think this should have started when we were very young. The sky became overcast, and the thunderstorm in the afternoon slapped the eggplant tree next to the basketball court. I was dozed off under the tree and was woken up (staying up late to study last night was really hurting my body.) The crowd on the basketball court hurried to the classroom building to hide from the rain. The huge campus was somewhat empty. Only Yu Shouheng was left on the basketball court. He took off his shirt and left the white vest, revealing his dark complexion. The sweat was mixed with the rain, but I couldn’t tell the difference. I yelled loudly that I was going home, but he didn't speak, he just smiled at me holding the basketball.