In No. 4 Middle School, the sun is still very hot today, making the students in the class miserable.
Instructor Li practiced without mercy. Privately, some students said that Instructor Li drilled them to death, and some students went to Shan Qingrong to complain, but Instructor Li still behaved the same way.
The students had no choice but to have fun in the midst of hardship. Every break was the happiest time for everyone, and they would gather together in small groups to chat.
During Jiang Ning's military training, he has been practicing. As a cultivator, he only needs to use his spiritual power to adjust his body surface temperature and maintain the most comfortable state at all times.
He casually spared some of his energy to cope with the military training. This morning, he was specially praised by Instructor Li for asking his classmates to follow him as an example, which aroused the disdain of many boys.
From their point of view, Jiang Ning's thin figure means that even if his military posture is standard, so what, isn't he still a weakling?
There are two boys with relatively unruly personalities who plan to train with Jiang Ning after the military training is over.
They did not dare to vent their grievances against Instructor Li, so they transferred their grievances to Jiang Ning.
Facing Instructor Li's praise, Jiang Ning felt no complacency. His life essence was different from that of ordinary people. It would be ridiculous if he couldn't do even a little bit of military posture.
As for the opinions of these classmates, he didn't care. If someone got into trouble, Song Sheng would serve as a warning.
The square team of Class 8 was close to the basketball court. During the break, the students sat on the concrete floor of the basketball court and gathered in small groups to chat.
One boy got excited about the conversation, pointed to the backboard and said, "Believe it or not, I can touch the backboard."
The boy I'm talking to is named Hu Jun. He looks old and is about 175 in height.
Ma Shicheng often plays basketball. He is about the same height as Hu Jun. He has tried many times, but he is still a little behind the rebound.
"For those of you who are bragging about not drafting, do you know how difficult it is to touch the backboard? It would be about the same if you were 1.8 meters tall."
Hu Jun said: "Would you like to bet on a bottle of Coke?"
Ma Shicheng is not afraid of him at all:
"If you can touch it, I'll buy you a bottle of Red Bull."
The bet between the two attracted other students in the class.
Guo Kunnan, who had a somewhat ruffian face and dark skin, said:
"Hu Jun, you are really incompetent."
"I'm 178, and I practiced physical education for a while in junior high school before I could barely touch it."
Hu Jun was aroused and suddenly became excited:
"Bet on a Coke."
Guo Kunnan pointed at him and said: "Go and touch it now. If you can't jump three times, I will go to the small supermarket to buy it for you immediately."
"Okay, let me touch it for you." Hu Jun stood up, and several male classmates surrounding him made way for him. Everyone started to boo when they heard the three of them bet.
In high school, some boys with good physical fitness and strong strength were quite enviable. They would compete with each other for fun and defeat their opponents.
Hu Jun stood on the basketball court and looked on both sides. His classmates who had been sitting on the ground to rest stood up one after another and watched him touch the backboard. He suddenly felt like he was the center of everyone.
He stepped back some distance, took a few steps, jumped up, and touched the backboard with his fingertips.
"Bull!" Ma Shicheng was willing to admit defeat and praised Hu Jun.
Guo Kunnan's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect Hu Jun to really touch the rebound.
With so many people watching, he couldn't regret it, so he simply said:
"You bounce very well. We can play basketball together in the future."
Then we went to the school supermarket with Ma Shicheng.
A few students imitated Hu Jun's example and touched the backboard. As a result, when they jumped up, they were at least ten centimeters away from the backboard. They tried several times in a row to no avail. Only then did they understand how strong Hu Jun's jumping ability was.
Several boys approached Hu Jun and asked him how he had developed his jumping ability. The girls seemed to be looking curiously at him, and Hu Jun couldn't help but feel a little carried away for a moment.
When Ma Shicheng and Guo Kunnan came back from buying water, Hu Jun opened the iced Red Bull and took a pleasant sip, feeling comfortable all over.
Jiang Ning watched from the side, but he knew that Hu Jun's glory would not last for a few minutes.
There was a discussion in the girls' team. One girl took this opportunity to approach Huang Zhongfei and asked him if it was difficult to touch the backboard.
Huang Zhongfei said it was quite difficult. Although he was 1.8 meters tall, he didn't exercise much and couldn't touch it.
In the square formation of Experimental Class 1 not far away, the fat man looked at the boys beside him and said happily:
"Brother Hui, someone is showing off over there, why don't you go and try?"
The boy called Brother Hui has an outstanding temperament, is tall and handsome, he smiled and said:
"Okay, let's show them our skills today."
Fatty Lin Zida ran to the edge of the square team, found a black bag, unzipped it, and found a high-quality basketball inside.
He held the basketball and threw it towards Zhuang Jianhui. The basketball drew an arc and landed firmly in Zhuang Jianhui's hand.
Lin Zida shouted to someone nearby:
"Have you ever seen a dunk? I'll show you a dunk today."
He shouted several times in a row, as if it was him who dunked the ball.
Zhuang Jianhui found it funny when he saw Lin Zida's dog-legged appearance. Outsiders probably thought that Lin Zida was his follower. In fact, Lin Zida grew up in the same compound as him. He was definitely a genius, but ordinary people were easily deceived by his appearance.
Zhuang Jianhui was always handsome, especially with his special nobility. Many girls had a good impression of him. Lin Zida shouted very hard. The girls didn't know what a dunk was, but they still followed Zhuang Jianhui towards the basketball court.
After the girls passed by, the boys naturally followed. No matter what their intentions were, they all wanted to see it, so there were a lot of people following Zhuang Jianhui.
Other formations resting on the playground couldn't help but be attracted to this formation when they saw it. Even those formations training normally were frequently cast glances at them.
So the students in Class 8, Grade 1, saw a tall and handsome boy followed by a lot of people cheering, and everyone instinctively made way for them.
Before Hu Jun finished drinking the Red Bull, he saw someone coming with a basketball. He also found a place to see what this kid was doing.
At one time, two to three hundred people gathered near the basketball court.
A young instructor saw the situation on the basketball court, looked at his square formation absentmindedly, and waved his hand:
"Disband on the spot!"
More and more students gathered on the basketball court. Girls from Class 8 such as Shen Qing'e and Chen Siyu occupied a good position in the front row because they were close to the playground. They blinked at Zhuang Jianhui in the center.
Zhuang Jianhui's expression remained as usual, not at all affected by the attention of everyone, and his mentality was very good.
He patted the basketball and was trying to get a feel for it while warming up.
Guo Kunnan asked doubtfully: "Isn't this kid going to dunk?"
Ma Shicheng was shocked: "Are you kidding? I have never seen anyone who can dunk in my whole life?"
I have seen Guo Kunnan, but the heights of those who can dunk are all 1.9 meters tall. The boys on the playground are about 183. What dunks are there?
Zhuang Jianhui made a few fancy moves, then started dribbling and accelerated suddenly.
Rushing to the backboard, he tightened his calves and suddenly flew up, holding the basketball, easily crossing the basket. Then he slapped his wrist, "Bang!" The basketball went into the basket. He grabbed the iron frame with both hands and swung his body.
Full of original power and beauty, like a flying man.
"I go!"
"Wow!"
There were exclamations of exclamation all around, especially the girls. Their eyes were filled with that stunning figure, their hearts were beating rapidly, and they would probably never forget it in their lifetime.
"Brother Guo, how good is this slam dunk?" Ma Shicheng asked.
Guo Kunnan said: "It's hard to judge if your level is not good. In short, he is very good. The main reason is that he dunks... he is more handsome."
He has an indescribable admiration. He often plays basketball and knows how difficult it is to dunk. He will probably never be able to dunk in his life. Even if he is lucky enough to dunk, he will never be able to dunk so handsomely.
Lin Zida shouted: "One more!"
The girls around shouted together: "One more, one more!"
"One more handsome guy!"
Zhuang Jianhui smiled and dribbled the ball again. This time he did not dunk directly. Instead, he threw the basketball toward the backboard from a distance. Then he jumped up, caught the basketball that bounced back, and dunked the basketball backhand into the basket.
The crowd burst into astonishing cheers, and the girls shouted wildly.
Compared with the dunk just now, this set is full of fancy beauty, making people want to watch it again after watching it again.
Instructor Li came over at some point and sighed:
"It's true that each generation is getting better and better. This guy's physical fitness is so good!"
Although the crowd strongly urged Zhuang Jianhui to play again, Zhuang Jianhui remained unmoved and left the stadium in the face of the crowd's enthusiasm.
So much so that on the second day of military training, Zhuang Jianhui, a freshman in high school, became the focus of the girls' conversation.
He is handsome, has a good temperament, is in the experimental class, and can dunk. These advantages come together, and I don't know how many young girls have a crush on him.
