At Monday's court meeting, there was a football league award presentation. Class 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, and won the championship again. However, Jiang Zhihan tied for the best scorer with five goals, won the best player, and won two personal awards. Class 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, Grade 2, and Grade 2, and won the Sports Ethics and Fashion Award.

Jiang Zhihan wore thick gauze and went to the stage to receive the prize. The prizes were two certificates, one football, and a trophy made of unknown materials. Jiang Zhihan couldn't put down the inferior trophy and played with it there all morning when he had time.

During lunch, Chu Mingyang said to Jiang Zhihan: "Squad leader on Saturday burst into tears for you, and there seemed to be rumors coming out today."

Jiang Zhihan frowned and said in a very annoyed manner: "These guys don't study hard, they are improving every day, but they eat salty Luobutan all day long."

As he was talking, Zeng Kefan came over and sat down and said, "Congratulations to the winner of the Golden Ball and Golden Boots Double."

Jiang Zhihan couldn't help laughing, "I haven't thanked you for your excellent intelligence work."

Zeng Kefan said: "But I heard that your biggest gain is to pretend to be injured, which made Chairman Ni burst into tears."

Jiang Zhihan pretended to be angry and said, "Are you asking?"

Zeng Kefan shouted: "I'm not asking for information, why are you asking me for information?"

Jiang Zhihan was amused by him and laughed, "It's reasonable. I said, you'll still have to charge some fees next time, otherwise it would be a loss to go in and out so much information in vain."

Zeng Kefan was unwilling to fail and asked again: "What story do you and Chairman Ni...?"

Jiang Zhihan lowered his voice and said, "Do you want absolutely first-hand reliable news?"

Zeng Kefan said: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Jiang Zhihan stretched out four fingers and said, "I'll give you four words, absolutely nothing is there."

Jiang Zhihan returned to the classroom, and Ni Shang chatted with a few girls in the corner, laughing and joking. Since Jiang Zhihan insisted on going to the infirmary after playing a penalty kick, Ni Shang has never given him a good face. When he was in school, Jiang Zhihan was not too close or smiling, so he had no tricks to use.

During class, Jiang Zhihan and Ni Shang played a game of handing out notes. Unfortunately, he had no talent for painting, so he had to write a sentence, "Laughing" and draw a simple smiley face behind.

Ni Shang took it, took a look, and stuffed it into the drawer quietly, ignoring him.

Jiang Zhihan was unwilling to fail and wrote another note, "Have dinner together tonight?"

Ni Shang was like a gourd and stuffed it into the drawer without saying a word.

Jiang Zhihan is not a person who admits defeat. This time he started writing quickly, and it seems that he is going to write a long paragraph. Ni Shang suddenly coughed gently, and it looked very loud in the quiet classroom. Teacher Zhang on the podium immediately turned around and saw Jiang Zhihan burying his head to write something. He thought Ni Shang was calling Jiang Zhihan to concentrate. Teacher Zhang lowered his face and said, "Jiang Zhihan, be focused during class, don't rush your homework below. Do you think the teacher doesn't know what you are doing?"

Jiang Zhihan was frightened and sweated coldly. He quietly kneaded the paper into a ball, put it into his sleeve, and while Teacher Zhang turned his head, he glared at Ni Shang fiercely. Ni Shang hung a win-win smile and still ignored him.

As soon as the bell for the last class in the afternoon rang, Ni Shang had packed her schoolbag, got up at a rare occasion, waved her hand at Jiang Zhihan, and walked away quickly.

It was really difficult for girls to deal with. Jiang Zhihan shook his head and sighed. Chen Yimeng and Chu Mingyang came over to say hello. They were going home today, and Jiang Zhihan was the only one who thought about going to the canteen for a routine "inspection".

Jiang Zhihan was not in a hurry and took out the exercise book for physics competitions and studied it. He didn't take the lunch box and walk downstairs until he was a little hungry.

Walking out of the teaching building and looking up, the sun had just set on the hill to the west, and the sky was reflected by the reflection of the clouds, a small bright purple-red color, which was the beautiful scenery at dusk.

After walking a few steps forward, Jiang Zhihan noticed a girl sitting on the stone steps next to the basketball court. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It was Ruan Fangfang. Last week, he met Ruan Fangfang who was in a hurry on the road. When he saw her expression, he guessed that something was going on.

At this time, Ruan Fangfang was wearing white clothes, holding her cheeks, and sitting quietly on the stone steps, as if an elf was blended into the dusk. But the basket she faced was empty, and the thin and handsome boy was unknown where he was.

Jiang Zhihan hesitated for half a minute, but walked over. After the Olympic School, he had already regarded Ruan Fangfang as a friend. When he got closer, Jiang Zhihan noticed that there was a basketball at Ruan Fangfang's feet, which was a very expensive imported brand. Usually, the school sports team played basketballs with domestic brands. Jiang Zhihan's mind flashed through Xiao Yiwu's appearance, walked to Ruan Fangfang, and looked at her condescendingly.

Ruan Fangfang seemed to have not seen anyone approaching for a long time, and suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiang Zhihan, as if she was going to search through her mind about who this person was.

Ruan Fangfang said oh, saying, "It's you." She lowered her head again.

Jiang Zhihan asked softly: "Is it okay?"

Ruan Fangfang sat there without answering.

Jiang Zhihan stood quietly, looking very patient.

After not knowing whether it was three or five minutes, Ruan Fangfang didn't look up, as if she was talking to herself: "He's gone."

Jiang Zhihan looked at her, bent down and picked up the basketball, and asked, "His ball?"

Ruan Fangfang nodded gently.

Jiang Zhihan slowly slapped the ball,

Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa,...

The sound of the ball hitting the concrete floor was particularly loud in the quiet campus.

Jiang Zhihan continued to stand and pat the ball. The sound of the ball seemed to have a strange rhythm, slowly awakening Ruan Fangfang from her sleep.

Ruan Fangfang raised her head and watched Jiang Zhihan slap the ball.

Jiang Zhihan looked at her with a smile, "I have watched others play basketball so many times, don't you want to try it yourself? Could it be that Ye Gong Haolong?"

Ruan Fangfang frowned, as if she was digesting the meaning of this sentence, but finally stood up with the sound of slapping the ball.

Jiang Zhihan said: "I saw the most basic shooting training for professional teams mentioned in the magazine, the baselines on both sides, the center of the arc, two forty-five degrees, five fixed-point shots, and one point of 50. Otherwise, you can shoot 10 each, try it and see if you have some talent?" Gently throw the ball over.

Ruan Fangfang glanced at the basket and shot the first ball in a very unstandard posture, three non-stick.

Jiang Zhihan stood under the rebound, passed the ball back to her, counting "one" in his mouth.

Ruan Fangfang threw the ball out again and again with Jiang Zhihan's counting sound. Jiang Zhihan counted until 1o, but she still stood there and refused to leave. It was not until Jiang Zhihan counted to 20 that Ruan Fangfang ran to the second shooting point.

Slowly, Ruan Fangfang seemed to have already been involved in this shooting game. She looked firm and stared at the ring. She would occasionally clench her fists if she scored a goal.

Five points, a total of 100 shots, not as simple as remembering. Later, Ruan Fangfang's rhythm became slower and slower, and sweat soaked her clothes, and the beads of sweat flowed down her face. She wiped it randomly with the back of her hand and continued to shoot the next ball.

After the last dozen balls, Ruan Fangfang didn't even have the strength to throw the ball far enough, but she still gasped and insisted on shooting the last one. Is it a perfect or an end?

It was already late, and the moon was quietly hanging on the treetops. The girl in white hugged the basketball in front of her chest, and cut out a beautiful silhouette against the light. Sweat dripped onto the concrete floor, mixed together like her former sweat, slowly dried, steamed and then disappeared. There might be a residual touch on the basketball she was holding.

On the night of the year last year,

The lights in the flower market are as bright as day.

The moon rises to the willows,

People make an appointment after dusk.

On the day of the year,

The moon and the lights are still the same.

Missing last year's people,

Tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

Jiang Zhihan naturally thought of this poem. Although he was not the person involved, he seemed to be able to understand the poet's mood at this moment.

Ruan Fangfang stood there, silent for a long time, as if she had finally understood something. She raised her head and said to Jiang Zhihan: "Thank you for playing basketball with me."

Jiang Zhihan smiled: "Since you two were beaten up by a master, I have regarded you as a friend."

Ruan Fangfang waved her hand, said goodbye, and turned around and left.

She suddenly slapped the ball while walking. The sound of slapping, slapping, slapping echoed from afar around the quiet playground, setting off her unspeakable arrogant and stubborn back. The ball slapping on the edge of the roadside flowerbed without jumping up, rolling forward with a slapping bone.
Chapter completed!