bookbashuk Chapter 2 Qin Yu, do you even know how to play basketball?
Chapter 2 Qin Yu, do you even know how to play basketball?
"Fine, I won't bully you anymore."
Feeling the gazes of some classmates around him, Zhou Biao was afraid that Qin Yu, that little brat, would really give up.
Qin Yu was quite eloquent just now, quite different from his taciturn nature of the previous two weeks.
If he really withdraws, he won't have the chance to openly and fairly attack Qin Yu anymore.
"Just shoot threes, five balls," Zhou Biao said. He had practiced a lot during the summer before entering high school.
"Brother Biao, isn't this just letting that kid off easy? A 3-on-3 match, he can teach that transfer student a lesson and also teach that traitor a lesson."
The people next to Zhou Biao glared hatefully at Wu Yun, who, like them, had gone directly from junior high school.
"Never mind." Zhou Biao glanced at Xin Zhiyan, the class monitor on the podium, and then at the girl with long hair quietly reading a book in the row in front of Xin Zhiyan.
"Too much violence is not good."
"Ah, this." Following Zhou Biao's gaze, the others quickly shut their mouths.
Zhou Biao picked up the golf bag and led the group downstairs.
Since it was a self-study period, the class monitor was in charge, so in the end, everyone in Class 9 of Grade 1 was called down to the basketball court in the center of the sports field by Xin Zhiyan, who was the class monitor.
On the playground.
"Oh, your class is holding basketball selections? Hahaha!"
It just so happened that Class 5 of Grade 11 was having a PE class. When they saw Class 9 of Grade 11 standing by the basketball court downstairs, they immediately started to mock them.
"Who are you? What's it to you? Go play in the mud somewhere else." Xin Zhiyan stepped forward.
The group of people who looked somewhat familiar but whom they didn't recognize spoke coldly.
"Who do you think you are, daring to challenge me?" Several students from Class 5 of Grade 1 turned around, about to retort.
Upon seeing that it was Xin Zhiyan, he immediately trembled, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Several students who were directly admitted to Grade 11 Class 5 suddenly slipped away.
Xin Zhiyan was a notorious troublemaker in junior high school; otherwise, given her grades, no teacher would have allowed her to directly enter Class 9.
I don't know what this female devil was thinking, directly promoting her to Class 9.
Seeing that the students from Class 5 of Grade 1 had dispersed, Xin Zhiyan looked at the rest of the class, as well as Qin Yu, Zhou Biao, and a few others: "Do you need to warm up, or should we start right away?"
"Let's warm up," Qin Yu replied casually.
Zhou Biao frowned, feeling extremely displeased with Qin Yu's nonchalant attitude.
They're still acting all high and mighty here.
He'll show Qin Yu what it means to be slapped in the face!
Zhou Biao then coldly snorted:
"Hmph, scared now, huh? Need to warm up to shoot a few three-pointers?"
Qin Yu glanced at the group of high school kids.
Although Qin Yu was only twenty-three years old in his previous life, having lived two lives, Qin Yu could not get angry at anyone.
The words of the others had absolutely no influence on Qin Yu's decision.
Warming up is essential.
This body is a genuine high school student's body. How can we know how far our body can go without warming up and trying it out?
A three-pointer requires the use of the whole body; otherwise, why would a single basket be worth a three-pointer?
Seeing that Qin Yu completely ignored them, the group felt extremely uncomfortable, as if they had punched cotton. They continued, unwilling to give up, "I'm afraid that even if we warm up, we'll only make a fool of ourselves."
"Who are you talking about?" Wu Yun, standing behind Qin Yu, couldn't stand others belittling Qin Yu, because he knew the reason why Qin Yu transferred schools.
The school Qin Yu attended was the same school Qin Dao had previously attended.
"Whoever warms up is the one to talk about." Seeing that Wu Yun was provoked by his previous words, the others became even more excited and started making faces at him.
The students watching nearby also started making a fuss.
"Hey you, transfer student, show us your spirit and give us a vote."
"Yeah, just vote once, and they'll shut up."
At this point, Zhou Biao and his friends, who were close to him, also joined in the fun, eager to stir up trouble.
If there's no excitement, people probably won't care.
The students who had initially just succumbed to the tyranny of class monitor Xin Zhiyan and followed the crowd without caring about the outcome suddenly perked up when they saw the two sides starting to argue. They thought, "This is going to be a good show, much more interesting than boring self-study."
In an instant, the basketball court, which had been somewhat silent, became lively again thanks to the shouts of these people.
"What are you doing over there?" Pu Song, the physical education teacher who hadn't been paying much attention to the group of students near the basketball court, reached out and pulled the mushroom-headed boy who was passing by closer.
"Mushroom Head, look at you coming from over there. What are they doing? I don't remember Class 9 having PE today."
"Teacher, my name is Mo Gu, not Mushroom Head."
"Okay, Mushroom Head, tell me quickly."
"Teacher, my real name is Mo Gu, not Mushroom Head."
"Okay, Mushroom Head, I just didn't remember. I'll remember next time." Pu Song's face showed a hint of displeasure. He didn't like overly serious students.
They're still so rigid even though they're having PE class.
Looking at Pu Song, who was 198cm tall, with his thick back and arms thicker than his thighs, Mo Gu gave up the idea of arguing for his name.
"They're probably selecting players for the basketball tournament at the school sports meet in a month, right?"
Based on his conversation with Class 9 of Grade 11 and the snippets of conversation from some of the students in Class 9, Mo Gu quickly pieced together and deduced the information.
"this one?"
"That's all. That's all I know."
"Alright, come with me and see. I see you guys were kicked out, right?"
Mo Gu's face flushed slightly.
Several men were indeed driven out by Xin Zhiyan, a single woman.
Xin Zhiyan doesn't like fighting, but she's really good at chemistry. They don't want the little bird to turn into a firebird in public one day; that would be a disaster.
Xin Zhiyan is truly daring, and she's already done it!
"You brat, why didn't you say it was Class 9 of Grade 1 earlier?"
When Pu Song led Mo Gu and several other students from Class 5 of the first year of high school to the basketball court, they found Xin Zhiyan sitting in the main seat on the sidelines. Upon seeing him, she immediately slapped Mo Gu on the head.
Mo Valley? ? ?
Didn't you just mention that you remembered Class 9 of Grade 11 didn't have PE classes?
There seems to be some rumor circulating. Could it be true?
"You didn't even ask me which class I was in?" Mo Gu said subconsciously.
"I didn't ask you! I didn't ask you, why didn't you just say so! You're not a toad, jumping around when you're poked!"
As she spoke, she slapped Mo Gu on the head again. Mo Gu tried to dodge, but the slap still landed on his head.
"Still trying to hide?"
"Teacher Pu, you're here! You can be the referee!" Xin Zhiyan looked at Qin Yu and Zhou Biao and the others warming up, worried that the score might be problematic later in the competition.
Although she was responsible for assigning basketball spots, she didn't really understand the rules of basketball.
She genuinely wanted to lead Class 9 of Grade 11 well, and she had to.
"It's Zhiyan! Okay, okay, no problem." Pu Song, who had been slapping Mo Gu's head at the drop of a hat, suddenly transformed into a warm smile as he approached the sidelines.
"Zhiyan, how will your class compete?"
"Teacher Pu, three-pointers! They should each shoot five!"
Ah, just shoot three-pointers, and let someone who graduated from the physical education department of Tsinghua or Peking University be the referee.
Hearing about this competition, it seems like it's too childish.
"Okay, okay, no problem. But, let's not compare with others anymore. This will also help us get used to each other."
"Teacher Pu, let's compete first. Maybe some people aren't good enough for the upcoming practice?" A somewhat shrill voice came from a tall, thin boy next to Zhou Biao.
"Alright!" Pu Song nodded immediately and decisively.
Pu Song only asked casually, and he had no interest whatsoever in such trivial matters involving first-year high school students.
And it is in
He didn't want to stay here for even a minute longer.
Looking at Xin Zhiyan, he was reminded of Xin Zhiyan's older sister, Xin Ruyin.
I came here subconsciously, but once I got here, I wanted to get away as soon as possible.
"Have you finished your warm-up?" Pu Song walked to the three-point line at the half-court of the basketball court.
"Can we try throwing a few?" Qin Yu looked around and then glanced back at Xin Zhiyan.
So far, his behavior has not been too unusual. Even though he really wanted to hug Xin Zhiyan to express his joy, Qin Yu tried his best to restrain himself.
Zhou Biao wasn't inherently bad, but if he wanted to quickly win people's hearts and achieve a top-three finish in Jinghu District, where Jiangzhou No. 3 Middle School was located, and enter the Jiangzhou High School Basketball League two months later, he had to quickly integrate the class.
Then you have to beat those who are not convinced.
"Okay." Pu Song glanced at Xin Zhiyan and tossed the ball to Qin Yu. "Three minutes."
"Is this a last-minute cram session?" Zhou Biao asked, looking at Qin Yu's somewhat rusty way of handling the ball.
With the ball in his hands, Qin Yu began to bounce it, but he seemed a little clumsy.
He is currently 183 cm tall, which is not very tall. He will grow to 187 cm by the end of his first year of high school. Finally, when he was 23 years old, before he transmigrated, his height reached 189.9 cm.
"Do you even know how to play basketball? You can't even dribble properly!"
Zhou Biao didn't speak, but Huang Tao, who was next to him, jumped out and pointed at Qin Yu, laughing loudly.
You think you can challenge Zhou Biao with this?
"Class monitor, you might have really misjudged him this time. This kid clearly can't play basketball, no wonder he asked to sign up for the 5000 meters."
Xin Zhiyan looked at Zhou Biao and the others, then at Qin Yu, who was holding a basketball, looking at it from the left and right, as if he were looking at a new toy.
"Qin Yu, do you know how or not you don't?" Xin Zhiyan was incredibly straightforward and asked Qin Yu directly.
Even if Qin Yu doesn't know how, he still has a month to practice.
The health of the other students in the class was even worse.
Before the homeroom teacher returned from the hospital, he promised Xin Zhiyan, who was in charge of the paperwork, that he would definitely urge the students in the class to improve in all aspects, including moral character, intelligence, and physical fitness.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of the basketball hitting the ground accelerated.
As Xin Zhiyan spoke, Qin Yu threw the basketball towards the backboard, but the posture was quite strange. This was Qin Yu's deliberate attempt to test his body's flexibility in shooting.
Bang!
He hit the paddle, and the ball flew a long way.
The onlookers booed.
Qin Yu jogged a few steps, and the basketball returned to his hands.