Chapter 163
Song Qingfang could be said to be very satisfied until the get out of class was over.
"My idol, please sign my name and take a photo with me!"
"My male god, I want to give birth to a baby for you!"
"I want to know how many days you, my boy, will stay in school this time?"
The moment the bell rang, the whole classroom became lively. Male god, male god, male god, my ears are full of this word! Song Qingfang looked expressionlessly at the young man in the middle seat who was the center of attention. He was surrounded by a crowd of people and was busy taking various notebooks for signature. His movements were smooth and flowing, as if he had practiced them countless times. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to notice her gaze, suddenly looked up, showed a slightly apologetic smile, and then nodded at her.
Hmm...what a sensible and good student.
The displeasure that Song Qingfang had just felt disappeared in an instant.
People kept coming in from outside the classroom. She packed up her things and looked back one last time before leaving. She suddenly felt a sigh in her heart.
It’s great to be young!
After Jing Ling signed in a certain number of times, he tried to withdraw.
Even though he had stayed for a long time, there were still girls who came late and missed the class. Most of them saw the message in the middle of the class. Because they were timid, they did not dare to skip the get out of class, and finally waited until the class was over to rush over. However, since the distance between the colleges was quite far, it was already late when they arrived here. Looking at the empty classroom, everyone looked dejected, as if the words "life is meaningless" were written on their faces.
There were still two people in the classroom who had not left. Their happy expressions formed a sharp contrast with the people who came later. Maybe there is a natural friendship between fans. When the two girls passed by the door, they comforted him, "It's okay, just come earlier tomorrow. The idol said he will be in school for the next two days."
The girl who came later was healed instantly.
Jing Ling found an empty corner and called Yun Shu, who happened to be free at that time. The two chatted for nearly half an hour before Yun Shu hung up because he had something to do.
The sunny and nice weather in Qincheng has lasted for almost a week. Jing Ling came out from the corner, crossed the basketball court and prepared to leave the school from the north gate. There happened to be a game going on and there was a circle of people outside the field cheering for them to come on. Since he had nothing to do when he got back, he just went over to take a look, but everyone was busy watching the game and no one noticed him for a while.
He was tall, and the position he was standing in front of the scoreboard, the first thing he saw was the score on it, 15:8. The former was Programming Class 7, and the latter was
Class 2 is the class where Jing Ling is. He glanced at the field and saw a few familiar faces, the boys who had kindly made room for him in class and were sitting together.
Jing Ling knew that his voice was very recognizable, so he didn't dare to shout "Come on!", and even chose the position where he stood deliberately. He stood by and observed for a few minutes, and the first half was over. The score gap not only did not narrow, but widened. The students from Class 7 made another three-pointer in the last minute, making it 18:8.
Halftime break. The girls handed over water and towels, along with words of encouragement. However, the conditions did not seem ideal. Jing Ling noticed that one of the team members looked a little strange, and the person next to him also had a concerned expression on his face. The distance was not too far, and Jing Ling still distinguished what he wanted to hear from the noisy voices.
"Ayuan, are you okay?"
"It's OK. I can hold on to the second half."
"No problem, look at how swollen your feet are!"
"Hiss—gently!"
"Forget about your situation. Replace someone else to continue the second half. It will be difficult to even the score if we continue like this, let alone win. It doesn't matter who plays."
Jing Ling thought about it and remembered that the school would hold a basketball game every spring. Professional classes would advance to the final on-campus finals, and the winners would get prize money. However, the money is not much. People participate more because of their love for the sport and the attention and honor they gain during the competition. After all, college is the age when students want to express themselves. Whether boys or girls, few people would not want to become campus celebrities if possible.
The conversation over there continues. A Yuan's condition must be really bad. He gritted his teeth and persevered in the first half. Although he felt that he could still hold on in the second half, his teammates disagreed. If they could just win, it would be fine, at least it would be worth it. However, the current situation is obviously not optimistic. As for why not change people? Of course, because there is no one. There are a total of thirty people in Jing Ling's class, twenty of whom are girls. Excluding the five on the field and himself, the remaining four, two fat and two nerds, have basically nothing to do with this sport. It would be better for four people to play than to let them play, and the result of the final discussion was indeed the case.
Jing Ling hesitated for a moment, then walked over. Although he hardly got along with anyone in the class and had no sense of class honor, he couldn't just stand there and watch when there was really no one around.
Most of the halftime had passed, and several people from Class 2 encouraged each other and prepared to go on stage.
Suddenly, a voice came from the side, "Is it okay for me to come on as a substitute?"
There was a moment of silence around.
Because this voice is so recognizable! I attended a whole class just not long ago! But precisely because of this, everyone found it a little hard to believe that the owner of the voice would participate in such a basketball game.
Everyone turned their heads, looking for the source of the sound. Some people seem to be born luminous, and can be seen at a glance even in a crowded crowd. Neat short hair, perfect facial features, tall and slender figure, he stood there, and everything around him seemed to have become the scenery.
"Ahhhhh my god!"
"Oh my god, I can't believe my idol can play basketball!"
"So handsome that I can't breathe!"
After the excitement in Class 2, Class 7 on the opposite side was soon infected. The girls who were cheering and providing logistics nearby ran over here screaming, and soon surrounded Jing Ling. Passersby passing by the basketball court were also attracted by the noise. It was originally just an ordinary professional class competition, but the basketball court was surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside. Not only were cell phone flashes flashing non-stop, but there were also people carrying professional recording equipment squeezing into the crowd.
"We're from the news agency! Please make way!"
Of course no one would let him. But this guy is also a capable person. In the end, he relied on his own skills to fight his way to the front, carried the camera and started to adjust and shoot.
Several people from the Class 2 basketball team looked at Jing Ling who was surrounded by people, wondering if he could really play in this state? It's difficult to break through the siege, right? But it's just a complaint, there will definitely be no problem in the end. And putting aside the question of whether they can play or play well, or even whether they win or lose, this game of theirs is bound to receive a lot of attention. Even winning the school basketball championship won't be half as much as this!
Hmm, maybe it could even make the news!
Jing Ling suddenly showed up here and stole all the attention, while the Class 7 basketball team, which was on the verge of victory, was ignored. Even the girls in their class temporarily rebelled. It is conceivable that the people in Class 7 were unhappy. Seeing that the break was about to end and they didn't look ready at all, they urged, "Hey, Class 2, are you guys coming or not?!"
The man retorted, "Why are you rushing me? Do it now!"
Then he said to Jing Ling, "Get ready, the second half is about to begin!"
Jing Ling nodded and said, "Okay!" Then he smiled and said to the girls around him, "Please make way for me, it's time for me to go on stage."
For the fans, the words of the male idol are the truth. Although they were reluctant to leave, they were more looking forward to seeing their idol play basketball, so everyone made way for him.
Jing Ling said thank you and walked over to meet up with several other members of his class. He was participating in the competition on short notice, so naturally he didn't have a jersey or anything, but the requirements for this kind of competition weren't very strict, and he was wearing a more sporty style today, so he could just take off his jacket and go on court. She wore a T-shirt underneath, which was quite close fitting, and her slim waist and abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen. The saying "looking thin when dressed and showing off muscles when undressed" is just like this.
Not surprisingly, there was another round of screams.
Seeing this, several people on the same team could only sigh. When faced with such a successful person, I really can't even feel jealous.
Soon, the second half began.
There aren't so many rules for campus competitions, not to mention that it's just a promotion match between professional classes. There's no division between forwards, centers, and back positions. It's just one-on-one marking and looking for opportunities to shoot and score. A Yuan, who was replaced by Jing Ling, is considered the pitcher of the team. He is relatively strong, but because he participated in the competition with an injury, he was unable to perform normally, which led to the loss of so many points to Class 7.
The other people didn't know Jing Ling well, so they just asked him briefly before they started. He said that he could replace A Yuan without any problem. So the referee threw the ball and Jing Ling went to grab it.
Almost all of his physical data are beyond the limits of the human body, which is definitely not possible for ordinary college students. For this reason, he controlled his strength. However, even so, with the advantage of height, when he jumped up and easily grabbed the ball, his opponent just reacted and jumped.
The start was an overwhelming victory. The following time almost became a one-man show for Jing Ling, who scored a goal in less than two minutes on average, all of which were three-pointers, without a single turnover. In just ten minutes, not only was the score gap between the two sides equalized, but Class 2 even overtook by 7 points.
Cheers and screams mixed together, resounding over the basketball court.
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