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Chapter 282 Can you do it, little sister?(1/2)

Sitting on the back seat of Fatty's scooter.

Xu Anruo's thoughts began to wander again as usual.

If you ask what else was there besides Cheng Xuanyu in Xu Anruo's youth, it should be basketball.

But this is actually a kind of helplessness.

Besides studying, what other hobbies can young people from small towns and ordinary families have besides studying?

There is no such atmosphere and conditions for playing football.

To learn hip-hop music, my family didn’t have the spare money.

In the end, it’s basketball.

A ball, a piece of cement floor, and a broken basket with a long-broken net can allow a few middle school boys to go shirtless and frantically squander their youth in the middle of the summer.

But this is already considered good.

Unlike the classmate registration, many students solemnly filled in running and reading in the hobbies column.

At that time, most of the students in the high school class were like this.

The only exception may be Cheng Xuanyu.

When she was in elementary school, her mother enrolled her in dance classes, and when she was in middle school, she learned piano.

Of course, they are all amateur level.

Later, when I was a freshman.

Xu Anruo still remembers that Cheng Xuanyu performed a piano solo at the finale of their law school’s orientation party.

He doesn't know how it plays, so it's hard to evaluate it. Anyway, the effect is amazing.

Cheng Xuanyu was wearing a white dress that day. There was a piano in the middle of the stage, and a beam of light shone on her body. The entire concert hall of the Normal University was boiling.

When the song ended, the applause lasted for a long time.

Then Xu Anruo followed Cheng Xuanyu's prior arrangement and climbed onto the stage with a bouquet of flowers during her curtain call, causing screams and wails in the concert hall.

But think about it.

Xu Anruo thought of Tan Zijin.

What other talents or hobbies might she have?

Xu Anruo couldn't think of it.

All he could think of was that he was able to cut rice very quickly and skillfully, that the poor family was kept very clean, and then he said very seriously that suffering is the teacher of life.

Ah...right!

After eating a piece of wooden bucket rice, she could stand in front of the braised chicken stall for a while and then eat another piece of braised chicken.

This is very strange.

Xu Anruo had a smile on his lips unconsciously as he thought about it.

"call……"

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then I discovered it.

There are only those two things in youth.

But both things were full of nonsense and regret.

Cheng Xuanyu was too lazy to say more.

As for basketball, Xu Anruo joined the school team of the School of Economics and Management in her freshman year. From a junior student to a senior, several groups of teammates clamored that they must win the school championship once in four years of college to live up to their youth.

Stopped in the semi-finals as a freshman.

Didn't make it to the semifinals as a sophomore.

In his junior year, he made it to the semi-finals again.

In my senior year, I really worked hard and made it all the way to the finals, but in the end I still couldn't defeat the rough guys from the Engineering Institute.

At that time, I thought it would be nice to get a silver cup. It’s good to hold the cup, right?

During the award ceremony, a group of senior men stood there crying.

Thinking about it later, Xu Anruo felt that it was better to stop at the semi-finals. After reaching the finals but not winning the championship, he was still the companion, and the worst companion.

This is just like the relationship between him and Cheng Xuanyu.

After trying for so long and losing at the last step, it would be better to lose earlier.

After all, basketball still has a silver cup.

But what about Cheng Xuanyu?

Just a gentle apology.



"Xu Anruo! Fatty!!"

Before reaching the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, from afar, I saw Wang Bin sitting on a curved beam motorcycle with a ball on his back, waving and shouting in this direction.

When he arrived, Xu Anruo took the ball directly, slapped it a few times, and made a backward shooting motion.

"Hurry up, I just went up to take a look. There is someone there. If we go there, we can join a team!" Wang Bin said.

"Then why are you standing there? Let's go!" Xu Anruo nodded.

The fat man didn't say much.

During the entire three years of high school, he had not spoken much to Wang Bin, the so-called thorn in the class.

And Wang Bin was so familiar with him just now, which made him very uncomfortable.

After taking two steps, the fat man spoke softly and said:

"Wang Bin, are you coming to play ball too?"

"Nonsense, I was the one who called Xu Anruo!"

Wang Bin is very carefree.

Then he took out another pack of Puwan from his pocket, took out two sticks and handed them over.

First to Xu Anruo, Xu Anruo waved directly and said:

"I smoked it for fun before."

"Are you playing with me? You took a sip that day, it came out of your mouth and out your nose, and you blew out smoke rings in bunches. You said you were just smoking for fun?"

Wang Bin didn't believe it at all.

But Xu Anruo still smiled and shook her head.

Before his rebirth, he was really addicted to smoking. When he was first reborn, he felt itchy when he saw Wang Bin smoking.

But later I discovered that it was just addiction.

This year, Xu Anruo was still a good student. She had never smoked and was not physically addicted, so she gradually faded away.

Wang Bin saw that Xu Anruo really didn't smoke, so he turned around and handed it to the fat man and said:

"What about you, Fatty? Burn one?"

"I, I don't know how to smoke."

"If you don't know, forget it."

Wang Bin gave up.

Then prepare to burn one by yourself.

At this time, the fat man, who was still a little cautious, said:

"Wang Bin, you should smoke less. Smoking is harmful to your health."

"ah?"

Wang Bin was stunned.

He glanced at Xu Anruo and shook his head with a smile.

One of them was in his mouth, but he put it back after thinking about it.

Arrive at the cement field of No. 1 Middle School.

Xu Anruo saw that there was indeed a group of people there.

Not much, three teams playing three against three, just right.

Xu Anruo walked over.

It’s still the customary sentence:
To be continued...
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