Chapter 58 (59)

I didn't find Ichiro in the women's volleyball training team for two days in a row. On the third day, I couldn't help but muster up the courage to ask a girl who seemed to be the captain of their team. The captain took me to the side and told me : Ichiro was scolded and cried by the coach during the training last weekend, and ran away. He has been refusing to come these days. It is useless for us to persuade her. She may want to leave the team! After lunch at noon the next day, I invited Ichiro to the river pond of the school. The flowers and plants in the pond had already started to turn green, and the birds began to sing. Ichiro was wearing a white shirt, light blue He was wearing jeans and his hair was neatly combed, but his expression was very bad. He lowered his head and didn't say a word to me along the way.

"Hey! This T-shirt is for you!" After we found a reclining chair and sat down, I took out the gift. "Are you going to graduate?" She looked at it and asked me softly. "That's right! Where are you?" I looked at her long eyelashes and became sad for no reason. "How early am I? There are still N years to go. I really envy you!" "Really?" I smiled wryly. "Yeah! It's so boring to stay in this crappy university!" She pouted as if she had just been wronged. "Why is it boring? How wonderful. You are not interesting because you were scolded by the coach!"

"How do you know?" She laughed. "Your coach told me. Let me make up my mind, see if you can get rid of you?" She was so happy that she leaned back and forth, and finally got energetic: "What did you say?" "I said the little girl is pretty good. She is stubborn, but the seedlings are good and can be cultivated." She looked at me with a smile, and turned to look at the pond blankly after a while. "Let me tell you about him!" I watched her turn around and pointed to the three words "Wang Xuesong" on the T-shirt. I have never had such good patience and eloquence. On that day, I was guided by some kind of Xuanming, and I told her the four-year revolutionary process of myself and my roommates in detail. The affectionate kindness of friends showed her that university is not simply a place of study, it is actually a stage of spiritual communication between young people. What makes people nostalgic most is not the life here, but the relationship between everyone. .

From the beginning to the end, she listened quietly without saying a word, sometimes she smiled slightly, and sometimes looked at me with a moved look. I even told her the "little one" thing, I really messed it up. It is not clear whether I am enlightening others or telling others. "I found that you are quite a 'Tang Seng'!" When she said goodbye in the afternoon, she made a summary for me. But I didn't tell her about Yang Hong. This was not my intention. Neither she nor I have ever asked each other this question. It seems that asking this question will destroy a lot of good feelings. He never told the other party what his last name was.

I changed my clothes and went to the gymnasium. It was getting dark. There was no one in the gymnasium. Only the women’s volleyball girls stood in two rows listening to the coach’s speech. When the training started, a pretty figure in a white shirt and jeans appeared at the door. The women's volleyball team members also spotted her, and secretly winked at her to let her pass. She hesitated for a moment, but walked over with her head down. He also dared not to lift it and kept rubbing his hands vigorously. The coach looked back at her, and continued to talk to the players. There was a fat girl on the team who seemed to have a very expressive expression, pouting and shaking her head to imply that she was talking to the coach.

"Okay, everyone is here, stand at attention! Disband!" After the coach finished speaking, he turned around as if he hadn't seen Ichiro and put on his coat. , all stood motionless in place. The silence in the gymnasium was scary, and I didn't dare to take a breath, watching anxiously. "Didn't you stop practicing? Why are you still here?" The coach looked at the players who were still standing, and shouted into the field as if there was no one there, and strode to Ichiro's side, "Go! Go away! Don't disturb our other team members here!" As he said that, he pushed Ichiro with his hands, but Ichiro still stood stubbornly, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands silently, but he still didn't dare to lift his head one time.

"Coach, give her a chance!" The girl who should be the captain said loudly and bravely. "That's right! Coach, give her a chance!" Others immediately began to plead for Ichiro: "Coach, she knows she was wrong, so give her a chance!" "Coach, punish her!" "Yes Punish her! Coach!" "She practices more every day! Teacher!" I also had the courage to shout at me, but I didn't expect to shout "Teacher" in a hurry, so everyone turned to look at me. The coach finally took off his coat again, and the captain also went to the side to push a basket of balls. Ichiro wiped away his tears and hurriedly changed into a pair of sneakers that his teammates took off for her.

"One hundred tumbling saves, even one less! Did you hear that!" the coach snorted angrily and grabbed a ball, his eyes fixed on her. Ichiro stood up and nodded, just about to make some preparations, Before he could dodge, he was hit by the first flying heavy dunk.