One middle school.

As soon as he entered the school, Zhuang Yu noticed that there was something wrong with the way others looked at him, as if there was something wrong with his face.

When he arrived at the Class 8 classroom, Zhuang Yu was surprised again. There were many things on his table, including bread, siomai, shrimp dumplings, and milk.

What's going on?

"Zhuang Yu." Zhao Yuanhao was already here, winking at Zhuang Yu, "I told you yesterday that you were going to have good luck. Look, all the love blossoms are in a row."

Zhuang Yu was confused and asked: "What's going on?"

"Hehe." Zhao Yuanhao said with a chuckle, "Several groups of girls from other classes came to see you this morning. When they saw that you were not there, they put down their things and left in disappointment." As he said that, he lowered his voice and said, "By the way, I'm still here.

There are a few love letters, I put them in the drawer for you."

Zhuang Yu lowered his head and looked into the drawer. Sure enough, there were several folded notes and pink letterheads. It looked like they were made by girls.

This made him dumbfounded: "Just because I played a game, so many girls gave me things, even... small notes of affection?"

"Yes." Zhao Yuanhao nodded and explained: "The key is that we played Class 3 in yesterday's game. Not only did you beat Class 3, you also beat Xiao Qingyang. Tsk tsk, Xiao Qingyang was unlucky too. In the three group matches,

Averaged 30 per game, and ended up making you a wedding dress. Now you are almost becoming a man of the hour in our No. 1 Middle School, overshadowing Xiao Qingyang."

Although it was just a game, Zhuang Yu's performance was so amazing that he overtook Xiao Qingyang and caused Xiao Qingyang's little fans to switch to Zhuang Yu's side.

What about delivering breakfast and passing small notes...

What Xiao Qingyang experienced before was also Zhuang Yu's turn.

Looking at a pile of things, Zhuang Yu didn't know what to do, so he had to ask Zhao Yuanhao for help: "Fat man, what should I do?"

"This is not easy. I have something to eat. If you can't finish it, I will help you. As for the love letter..." Halfway through the words, Zhao Yuanhao suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Yuan staring at him with cold eyes, "

Damn it, I almost forgot about her."

Ahem...

The fat man coughed twice and said: "As for the love letter, forget it, let's burn it. These girls are really, don't you know that you are focused on studying, obsessed with basketball, and don't want to fall in love?" The latter sentence was meant for Zhang Yuan.

Obviously, Zhuang Yu has no idea about Zhang Yuan, and he doesn't know how to refuse. After all, they are in the same class and meet every day. It would be awkward if one person can't handle it.

"That's right, my studies are so heavy, and I still have to practice football, how can I think about falling in love." Zhuang Yu gestured to the fat man with a thumbs up, thinking that the fat man still had a way, not only dealt with these things, but also helped him reject Zhang Yuan.

When the news spreads, it will make other girls quit because Zhuang Yu is busy and has no time to fall in love.

"Zhuang Yu, someone is looking for you."

At this moment, a classmate shouted.

Another one?

The fat man turned around and saw a tall, slim girl standing at the door. She just smiled and blossomed like a hundred flowers, which was dazzling.

It was actually An Xin, the beauty of No. 1 Middle School and the goddess with ponytail.

"Hiss..." Fatty exclaimed and couldn't help but gasp, "Could it be that even Senior Sister An Xin has fallen in love with Zhuang Yu?"

For a moment, the entire Class 8 students looked at Zhuang Yu. The boys' eyes were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, while the girls' eyes were filled with surprise and resentment, such as Zhang Yuan.

This is Senior Sister An Xin.

Zhuang Yu was also a little surprised, but Zhao Yuanhao pushed him and whispered: "Hurry up, don't keep Senior An Xin waiting too long."

"Oh." Zhuang Yu came to his senses and came to the door. Facing the beautiful school beauty, he couldn't help but feel faster and asked: "Senior, do you have something to do with me?"

An Xin chuckled and deliberately teased his junior: "You don't remember me? I remember you, we met before."

ah?

Zhuang Yu's expression changed. Could it be that he was talking about the time at the Internet cafe? Could it be that An Xin remembered that day and it's over now?

No, I wasn't caught red-handed.

Thinking like this, Zhuang Yu felt confident again. He refused to admit it anyway, so he bit the bullet and said, "I'm sorry, senior, I don't remember."

"Really?" An Xin narrowed his beautiful eyes, "I don't blame you, it was too dark that day, so you probably didn't see me. But, is it true that you smashed the backboard?"

"Holy shit." Zhuang Yu was dumbfounded. It turned out that not only the time he climbed over the wall to surf the Internet, but An Xin also saw the time he smashed the backboard.

It’s over, which one should I explain?

"Not only did you damage the backboard, but you also ran away. If this is reported to the Academic Affairs Office, the entire school will be criticized." Satisfied with Zhuang Yu's expression, An Xin first threatened him, and then pulled it out of the folder in his hand.

A form, "But, as long as you sign this, I can consider not reporting you for smashing the backboard."

"I'll sign." Zhuang Yu grabbed the form without hesitation, trying to settle the matter before An Xin remembered the time at the Internet cafe.

When I lowered my head, I saw that it was the "Application Form for Joining the Basketball Team."

Zhuang Yu was surprised. He was still thinking about this last night. Unexpectedly, An Xin sent the team application form to him today. What a coincidence.

An Xin handed him a pen and urged, "Sign it."

In fact, after yesterday's game, she went to Yang Guohui, the coach of the No. 1 Middle School basketball team, and told the coach about Zhuang Yu, including the matter of smashing the backboard that day.

After listening, Yang Guohui was very surprised. He didn't know Zhuang Yu, but he had seen Xiao Qingyang play and knew how strong Xiao Qingyang was.

Zhuang Yu actually defeated Xiao Qingyang.

How could he miss such a treasure? He immediately told An Xin to recruit Zhuang Yu into the basketball team.

An Xin also had the same idea and wanted to recruit Zhuang Yu into the basketball team, but when she went to inquire about it, she learned that Zhuang Yu didn't seem to be interested in the basketball team.

Otherwise, why not participate in the previous group stage?

Everyone knows that the freshmen class game is the test for entering the basketball team. Zhuang Yu did not participate in the three group games before Class 8. The reason why he participated in the last game was because he was forced to play because he was crowded. He even prepared his uniform.

This made An Xin a little worried, so that's why today's scene happened. It was of course an excuse to report Zhuang Yu for damaging the basket, and the purpose was just to get Zhuang Yu into the basketball team.

But An Xin didn't know that Zhuang Yu actually didn't resist, but actually looked forward to it.

If it were before meeting Yang Mingxuan, Zhuang Yu might have refused, but after meeting Yang Mingxuan, he went to the "Dongyuan Gymnasium" and played a freshman class game...even if An Xin didn't threaten him

, Zhuang Yu will also sign.

"Oh." Zhuang Yu responded, signed his name on the "Application Form for Joining the Team" and gave it to An Xin.

"Hehe, that's right." An Xin was in a good mood and didn't think much about it. He leaned into Zhuang Yu's ear and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your dunk on the basket."

A fragrant wind rushed into his nose, Zhuang Yu couldn't help but sniffed, and added in his heart, there was also the matter of surfing the Internet through the wall.
Chapter completed!