Gu Fei drove to Liu Fan's house. Halfway through, the phone rang. He stuffed his headphones and answered the phone. Ding Zhuxin's voice came from there: "Okay, boy, really won't you come?"

"No, I..." Gu Fei then remembered the message Ding Zhuxin sent before, "Forgot, why don't I go there now, where are you?"

"It's okay, just sing casually," said Ding Zhuxin. "I used to be in a wildfire, so I asked you to come out to drink with my friends. You definitely won't come."

"Yes." Gu Fei responded.

"As soon as I came in, I met Xiaobing and his group," said Ding Zhuxin, "the lead singer has changed again."

"Didn't you ask you to go back?" Gu Fei said.

"I won't go back even if I call you," Ding Zhuxin laughed, "I am such a difficult person."

"You were with them and you were the best stage for you to perform," said Gu Fei. "No need to compete with them for me. It's been three years, it's almost the same."

"Then do you get it?" Ding Zhuxin asked.

"I hold grudges, I will remember such things for the rest of my life." Gu Fei said.

"That's all right," said Ding Zhuxin. "I'm not holding a grudge, I'm responding... By the way, when will I take some photos for me if I have time?"

"You?" Gu Fei turned around and saw Liu Fan walking on the side of the road with two big bags. He added a gas throttle and whistled.

"Damn," Liu Fan turned his head, "I was just about to see which idiot dared to tease the old man like this."

"Walk to get it?" Gu Fei asked.

"The person was sent to the intersection," Liu Fan saw him wearing headphones, "Where are you calling?"

"Well, Sister Xin," Gu Fei leaned his head on the ground and said, "Come up."

Liu Fan stepped into his back seat: "Drive slowly, it's too cold tonight."

"It's not that I want to take pictures," said Ding Zhuxin. "The photographer I've been looking for in the store went back to my hometown to get married. I don't know when I will come. The model I used to using is also... Come and save me. I haven't taken a lot of clothes."

"Yes, OK," said Gu Fei, "Do you want me to find a model?"

"Yes, just find someone to finish the shooting of this batch, but don't look for Liu Fan, he has a good figure..." Ding Zhuxin said.

"Is the face bad?" Gu Fei smiled.

"It doesn't meet the requirements. My goods are a bit bad. Liu Fan looks too honest. He looks like an old hooligan and doesn't look like a bad boy," said Ding Zhuxin. "Do you have the right person? Time is tight, so I give it a much higher price than usual."

Bad boy?

"I'll look for it." Gu Fei said. When Ding Zhuxin talked about the bad boy, Jiang Cheng's face flashed in front of him for some reason.

Among the people he knew, there were not many who were not "bad", but for some reason, if it was the word "bad boy", he felt that only Jiang Cheng was the most suitable.

The No. 4 Middle School has a very big game. The second class started in the afternoon, but except for the third year of high school, not many people attended the first class of the first and second grades, and they were all piled up on the court.

Four courts surrounded by people.

In addition to those who were temporarily aroused their interest in basketball because of the game, playing randomly on the court, many teams in the team have begun to warm up on the court... or have begun to show off on the court.

The team uniforms Gu Fei brought were indeed much better than the prison uniforms and the noodle noodles in the farmers' market. The red clothes, except for the numbers, were printed with only the word "Fly" that made the flame burning effect.

"Is the team named after you?" Wang Xu took off his clothes and took one and put it on, "It's pretty good."

Jiang Cheng quickly looked around and saw that there was no one in the classroom except them, so he went to the stadium.

"I suggest you wear a T-shirt inside," Gu Fei looked at him, "Don't let the captain get cold before the game starts in a while."

"Everything is changed, and Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng are tighter," Wang Xu said while changing his clothes, "They will not be able to use it first, so try to hide the secret weapon as much as possible. If it doesn't work, let them go."

Wang Xu has always wanted to put the "secret weapon" to the end, but he was speechless as soon as the matchup came out yesterday. They were speechless against Class 5 in the first knockout match. Class 5's technical level was not as good as Class 2. Class 2 almost won the second-year high school team last year, but almost lost to Class 5 on the road.

"I think," Guo Xu was a little uneasy, "Don't delay too long before playing. It's hard to chase after the division once it is broken. It's a Class 5, such a strong team."

Wang Xu didn't say anything, and then he slapped the table in great depression: "Fuck, I don't know how to do this battle table. Even if the draw of strength and weakness is separated, at least one team should be against one team, so that the subsequent game will be good!"

"Captain, there is no problem with drawing lots. The strong team is in Class 5," Gu Fei changed his clothes and put on his coat, and pointed to the group of people next to him, "We are the team."

"We..." Wang Xu twitched his neck and sighed for a long time, "Oh."

Old Xu was also very excited and ran to the classroom to urge them to go to the stadium.

When a group of people walked out of the classroom, Jiang Cheng followed the last one, feeling that they were walking with the wind, as if they had always been overlooked by the world and were about to become famous today...

"The center of Class 5 is sharp," Gu Fei walked beside him and whispered, "It's stronger than Lu Xiaobin, like a tower. When the ball comes to him, we basically have no chance to get it."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, glanced at Lu Xiaobin walking in front, and imagined the size of the center, "Just go down the basket, I cover..."

"Does it still depend on where you are?" Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at him, and after a while, he said, "No, I can run."

Gu Fei gave him a thumbs up.

Class 8 has always been a super weak person. When other team members present will cause a small commotion and onlookers. When their people pass by, only the people from their own class waved under the leadership of the squad leader Yi Jing.

The masses were not interested in the players brought by Captain Wang Xu... they were not accurate, there were still people who were interested in them, Gu Fei.

In order to implement Captain Wang Xu's plan to "secret weapon", Jiang Cheng and Gu Fei did not walk with the team members. When they arrived on the sidelines, several girls raised their phones to take photos of Gu Fei without any concealment.

"Keep away from me." Jiang Cheng couldn't stand it. When he was in school, girls liked to discuss which class was handsome. He was often photographed, but girls were somewhat shy and took photos secretly, at least they had to pretend to be taking selfies.

Now that the pile of four or five mobile phones were holding it, he suddenly felt a little awkward.

"It's not all about photographing me," Gu Fei smiled indifferently, "Don't you know that someone in the school post bar the next day you came to ask about you?"

"...Your school still has a post?" Jiang Cheng was quite surprised, and the key points were wrong.

"Yes, you can go and have a look," said Gu Fei, "It's quite lively, with all kinds of gossip, appointments, pretending to behave, and failing to show off."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng sat down on the chair next to the court.

"Get up," Wang Xu walked over and waved at him, looking proud, "This is the place for the team members to rest, the audience will go next to you."

"Fuck me?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"Secret weapon," Wang Xu winked at him, trying hard to control his mouth when he spoke, "cooperate."

"Oh..." Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly, and went to the back to find a chair and sat down.

In the past, there were stands in the school, and there were many stadiums in No. 4 Middle School, but if you want to sit and watch the game, you have to carry your own chairs. Fortunately, the team in their class is not good, but the logistics is strong, so many chairs have been moved.

"If it doesn't work later, Jiang Cheng, please go first." Wang Xu stood beside him, moving his arms and legs while looking ahead and talking.

"No," said Jiang Cheng, "Gu Fei and I want to go up together. I can't cooperate if I go up alone, so it's useless."

"Dafei?" Wang Xu turned his head to Gu Fei.

"Listen to him." Gu Fei said.

"Okay," Wang Xu jumped, "You two are ready, I'm a little nervous..."

"What are you nervous?" Jiang Cheng felt a little worried about laughing when he looked.

"Because I suddenly felt that you two would have to get there after ten minutes," said Wang Xu.

"Take the time to show off your style," said Gu Fei.

"Yeah!" Wang Xu nodded, jumped and stood on the sidelines, trying hard to put on various warm-up positions.

Jiang Cheng looked over there and was immediately happy. There was a teacher holding a camera there, circling the field and taking pictures.

Today's opening game was probably to attract people. The two strongest teams were arranged in the second year of high school. The No. 1 venue was Class 5 and the No. 2 venue was Class 2. The opponents were Class 8, the No. 8 weak class and Class 3, which was not so weak after being compared by Class 8.

The competition begins after choosing the venue.

The people in Class 5 screamed and applauded. In contrast, their class 8 was much weaker, probably because the secret weapons were protected too well, and even the people in their own class did not have any hope.

Only Lao Xu stood on the sidelines with his waist and shouted at Wang Xu and the others: "Fight well! Play your skills to let them see your awesomeness."

Jiang Cheng felt very impressed by Lao Xu. In this atmosphere where everyone thought Class 5 was coming to the performance competition, it was as if Class 8 was the future champion team.

"Let's fight! Let's fight!" A trumpet suddenly came from behind.

The sound was quite loud, Jiang Cheng was startled. Everyone turned around and saw Lao Lu standing in the back row with Mai in class.

"Teacher Lu!" someone shouted from the referee's seat, "Teacher Lu! Don't use the horn, as it will interfere with the game."

"The competition has not started again!" Lao Lu said to Mai.

"Let go, let go," Lao Xu pointed at Lao Lu, "Watch the game well."

"Do you want to use this?" Old Lu still looked at Mai.

Yi Jing stood up, walked to Lao Lu, and said a few words with a smile. Lao Lu gave her both the Mai and the loudspeaker, and went over and stood on the sidelines with Lao Xu on his hips.

"Old Lu is quite optimistic about Wang Xu and the others?" Jiang Cheng said.

"He has a good relationship with Lao Xu," said Gu Fei. "He has always been a partner. If Lao Xu is the head teacher of Class 5, he will definitely be optimistic about Class 5 now."

At the beginning of the game, Lu Xiaobin and the tower were jumping.

The tower has a name, Gu Fei said it again, but Jiang Cheng didn't remember it.

When the ball was thrown into the air, Jiang Cheng knew that Lu Xiaobin could not touch the ball. Although the tower was big, it did not react slowly, and it was half a head taller than Lu Xiaobin.

After the ball fell, it was indeed taken by the people from Class 5, and then quickly pressed it under the basket. The people from Class 5 opposite were suddenly shouted.

Jiang Cheng watched the ball easily taken to the basket by others, and scored 2 points without any defense.
To be continued...