Downstairs in Wei Lang's apartment, the wind and rain are still raging. "I thought that people who play basketball are not bad people. It seems that I am ridiculously naive. It is better for such people not to join the basketball club, otherwise they will ruin our basketball."

The reputation of the department!" Liu Xiaoqian said angrily.

"Forget it Xiaoqian, we didn't say we had to let him join at first. Since he really doesn't want to join, don't force him." Qiu Kong'er shivered in the storm, "But how are we going to go back?"

"Take a taxi back. There is a taxi stand next to the previous bus stop. Let's run there and wait for the bus!" Liu Xiaoqian said naturally.

"Do you really want her to get sick?" Wei Lang behind him would not really care. Public transportation would definitely be affected in such bad weather. He leaned against the wall and snorted coldly. "No one outside will be kind enough to save you this time!"

"Ignore him!" Liu Xiaoqian said vindictively.

Wei Lang grabbed Liu Xiaoqian and said fiercely. "Are you crazy? I didn't drive you away. Do you know how dangerous this weather is? She was stimulated just now. You still want her to be blown by the wind in such a state?"

Rain?" Seeing Qiu Kong'er's pretty face turning purple from the cold, Liu Xiaoqian couldn't bear to let Kong'er take another risk.

"Is it better?" Liu Xiaoqian filled a large jar of hot water, wrapped it in a towel, and placed it in Qiu Konger's arms, asking carefully.

"These are my clothes. Dry yourself and change into something for the night." Wei Lang took out some long-sleeved jackets and threw them beside the bed.

"Where are your eyes looking? Sister Kong, please wrap up tight, you damn pervert!" Liu Xiaoqian opened her arms to block the front, leaving Wei Lang speechless.

"Xiaoqian, don't say that." Qiu Konger frowned and stopped her, "Be good! Go change clothes quickly."

"Stop peeking!" Liu Xiaoqian bared her teeth and claws, and Qiu Konger smiled awkwardly at Wei Lang. "Don't worry, she didn't mean that. In fact, she..."

Wei Lang shook his head and said there was no need to explain. After experiencing such a terrible thing, Wei Lang was not a cold-blooded person, so he naturally said kindly and softly. "Next time, don't take such a risk and come to a place like this. You can find Pan Jun."

, it’s the same thing if you go back to school and tell me something. Are you okay, are you injured anywhere?”

"No, I'm sorry for hurting your hand!" Qiu Kong'er looked at the blood-stained gauze. He never thought that things would turn out like this. He blamed himself, thinking that if Liu Shan knew about it... "Also

,Don’t let others know what happened tonight, I don’t want to..."

"Okay, I promise you." Wei Lang naturally agreed. No matter what the outcome is, it is not a good thing for girls to tell this kind of thing. "I'll cook some noodles and eat something first!"

"It smells so good. I didn't expect this guy to have good skills." Liu Xiaoqian looked around outside the hall after changing her clothes, and whispered to Qiu Kong'er: "This Wei Lang seems to really play basketball and badminton, and both

Get the prize! You must be so lucky.”

"Silly girl, what does it mean to be lucky? Why don't you get a prize if you are lucky?" Qiu Kong'er nudged the girl's head, and Xiaoqian was so cute and innocent: "These competitions are all above the municipal level. They are accurate.

There are many at the national level, and that can’t be explained by just luck.”

"Look! Isn't this senior brother Guo Fei? Yeah, it turns out that senior brother has also won the championship!" Liu Xiaoqian saw a group photo taken when Chuanchi Middle School entered the semi-finals for the first time. "At that time, senior brother Guo Fei saw

I look so thin."

"Yes, he looks so young!" Qiu Kong'er also secretly laughed, but after taking a closer look, he seemed to find something, "This person...isn't it your brother? It's Liu Shan!"

"Huh? My brother's middle school was in Fengshan... It seems that in his senior year of high school, he was the only one who could advance from the top eight to the top four!" Liu Xiaoqian looked at what Qiu Kong'er was pointing at, and there was a blur behind the joyful group photo in Chuanchi.

The unclear figure could only be vaguely recognized as No. 7. And he was the former captain of the Fengshan Middle School team, Liu Shan. "Damn! It turns out that my brother lost to this kid back then!"

"No. 2, this player number is rare on the court now." Qiu Konger's attention turned to Wei Lang back then. "Why, does No. 2 have any meaning?"

"During the game, the referee's gestures must clearly indicate to the scorer's table, players, coaches and spectators which player violated the rules and how to implement the penalty. And according to the rules of the basketball game, players must

The scores range from 1, 2, and 3 points respectively. At the same time, the three numbers 1, 2, and 3 are often used for fouls and violations. For example, a free throw is worth 1 point, a free throw is worth 2 points, and an additional free throw is scored.

3 points, 3 second violation, etc. Therefore, to not use

These gestures are confused with the player's numbers, which means that the player's numbers are omitted from 1, 2, and 3. When a player commits a foul or the team makes a substitution, the referee also uses gestures to indicate the player's number. If the player on the field sets 1

, 2 or 3, it is easy to cause misunderstandings." Qiu Konger explained. "But these are just suggestions. Players cannot be prevented from choosing numbers because of the referee. After all, the choice of jersey number is the freedom of each player.

On the court, players have to fight for the number behind them!"

"It doesn't seem like he really hates basketball. Look, Sister Kong, the joy on his face after just reaching the semi-finals is obviously better than winning the gold medal in the badminton league." Liu Xiaoqian really doesn't understand why there is such a big difference.

"I'm afraid there is some reason!" Qiu Kong'er couldn't think of any other explanation. There were obviously more traces of basketball than badminton in the room. "But no matter what, it's bad news that he doesn't join our basketball club.

.”

Seeing that Liu Xiaoqian wanted to speak again, Wei Lang put a large bowl of ramen on the table and directly interrupted their thoughts of persuasion.

"You don't need to try to convince me. I asked you to stay because the typhoon outside is too dangerous. There is no other reason."

"We don't do such low-priced things? I just feel that there is nothing to do in the long night. I want to understand what it feels like to be a champion. Just tell me. If you hadn't eliminated my brother back then, I wouldn't have lost the championship trophy.

I've touched them all!" Liu Xiaoqian pouted and complained. "You must be very happy to be the champion."

"It doesn't matter what you feel, you haven't experienced it anyway." Wei Langcai was not interested in elaborating.

"Why do you have such a bad character? Isn't this just asking, or is it that you just won the championship with the team, and you just left the team because you were jealous of Long Kai!" Liu Xiaoqian was not happy and scolded her hard.

Wei Lang looked indifferent. Qiu Konger saw the obvious displeasure on Wei Lang's face: "Xiaoqian, don't talk nonsense!"

"If that's the case, why are you coming to me?" Wei Lang's face darkened, he turned and left the table, and said one last thing before putting on his computer headphones: "If your goal is to win the championship, I can't help you."

"Xiaoqian, you see you've made her really angry." Qiu Kong'er was a bit reproachful.

"Cheapskate!" Liu Xiaoqian snorted.

"Okay, it's getting late. Eat quickly and go to bed. Don't disturb others at other people's homes!" Qiu Kong'er said with care. Wei Lang didn't mind letting them sleep on the bed, but Liu Xiaoqian was convinced that Wei Lang was up to something evil and kept a careful eye on her.

His every move. But after a hard day, he naturally fell into a deep sleep after lying in bed for only too long.

"Bang..." A thunder exploded in the middle of the night, and Wei Lang woke up in front of the computer desk with a fright. "Damn, what a damn weather!" He looked back at the two of them, who were sleeping snuggled up against each other on the bed. "Are they all idiots?"

He shook his head helplessly. Worried that they would be cold, he gently added another quilt.

When I walked to the refrigerator and was about to open a can of coffee, the celebratory photo of entering the semi-finals came into view. Thoughts came to my mind. "Why is there no photo of winning first place, but only a photo of entering the semi-finals?"

Here." Qiu Kong'er's voice behind him was even scarier than the thunder.

"Holy shit..." Wei Lang poured out half the bottle of coffee and looked back speechlessly at Qiu Kong'er's innocent and coquettish look begging for mercy. He had to suppress all kinds of depression in his heart and silently asked, "Would you like to drink milk?"

?”

"I don't know what makes you so resistant to basketball, but I can see from Pan Jun's eyes that he really hopes that you can return to the game. And we really, really sincerely hope that you will join. You have been in the badminton club the most.

It is to help them win three consecutive championships, but for us, the future of our entire basketball department lies in this year.

"Qiu Konger looked into Wei Lang's eyes sincerely and said emotionally. "Perhaps for a genius like you, the championship and success are within reach. But for us, the feeling of struggling on the edge of the official league competition is small.

Qian's brother started playing basketball in junior high school. The glory of high school was short-lived, and he will always be just the shadow in your spotlight."

Wei Lang took a cup of hot milk from the microwave and handed it over. "First, I never said that I wanted to join the school's badminton club; second, calling me a genius is an exaggeration; third, champions are never

It represents victory.”

"That's because you no longer lack championship trophies." Qiu Kong'er said with a bitter smile. But Wei Lang was not kidding you, "Then let me ask you, so what if you win the championship? What will you do next? Get second.

The third one...keep winning? So what if you keep winning continuously?"

Qiu Kong'er was so refuted that she didn't know how to answer, "You asked me why there are only group photos of the semi-finals and no photos of the champions. If you can guess the answer, I can consider joining your basketball club." Wei Lang pretended to be cautious,

The room was too dark and Qiu Konger couldn't see his eyes clearly.

"You mean, you are willing to join our basketball club?" Such a sudden turn of events seemed a bit difficult to accept, so I asked again and again. "As long as we answer your question, you will join us?"
Chapter completed!