When I was in school, my family was poor. I usually helped them do their homework or run errands to buy delicious food in the supermarket to earn some extra money.

I don't think this is a shameful thing. The money I earn from my own skills is glorious.

Even when I first entered the first year of junior high school, I had the idea of ​​making money.

Because I think after I have money, I can buy a lot of things she likes for my girlfriend.

Since I went to junior high school, I have three goals: first, make money, second, find a satisfactory girlfriend, third, get an ideal Western Medical University.

After my research, before going to school in the afternoon, from 12:00 to 1:00, the basketball court is the place where beauties gather the most. They usually hold milk tea in their hands, bite straws, wear school uniforms with leaky legs, and stand by the basketball court to cheer for the boys they like.

I really don’t want to be alone in the cafeteria to worry about whether to eat spicy instant noodles or braised instant noodles. I prefer that I eat instant noodles and add more intestinality. She eats instant noodles and has an egg.

Every day at this moment, I will take Yida chewing gum and basketball to school to play basketball. I hope that one day, a girl will come and kiss me for a moment because of a quarrel with her boyfriend, in order to anger him, or ask me to pretend to be his boyfriend or something, and then look at me with a turtle and have a look at me, and will live a life of shamelessness and impatience from now on.

Well, the book says so. Although the plot is pretty bad and bloody, I really hope this happens to me.

I persisted with this fantasy for half a year, and the spicy instant noodles and two ham sausages that accompanied me were still spicy.

Before Ashin endorsing Green Arrow Gum to become a new era of dating artifact, Yida is undoubtedly the hottest one.

Every time I finish basketball, I also hope that a certain girl will come to confess to me suddenly.

In order to create opportunities for them, I threw Yida on the ground beside me before playing basketball.

When I finish playing basketball and leave, a girl will run up and say to me with Yida gum: "Hey, your Yida."

At this time, I would turn around and smile and say, "It's your Yida."

As a result, I often only guess the beginning, but I don’t expect the end.

Because every time I play basketball, I find Yida on the sidelines disappearing. Hey, I wonder, who owe it so much, stole it for me Yida? That was the result of my buddy's hard work to help others do their homework.

So every time I talk to those girls, it becomes embarrassing: "Classmate, have you seen my Yida?"

...

I have a bad friend named Zhong Haoyan, nicknamed Zhong Buchuan, also known as Zhong Loss. Whoever is with him loses. Every time I play basketball, I will show myself alone, dribbling and playing tricks, which makes the girls on the side scream. Apart from helping him grab a rebound, serve a ball, and do some coolies, I have no other effect. I am not happy. I see his girlfriends changing one after another, and I am still a bachelor. I am so envious.

On this day, Zhong Buchuan dribbled himself and finally lost the game and came to question me, saying that I was not good at defense, and I became popular at that time. If I could play, I would play. If I can’t play, I can’t play!

Seeing so many beautiful women beside me, I didn't even give him a face, so I quarreled with me.

We were scolding each other, but no one would hit each other. This is our bottom line.

I was so angry that I had nowhere to send it. When I saw the basketball on the ground picking up the basketball, I kicked it hard, venting my anger, and glaring at Zhong Buchuan: "I tell you, do you know why others don't want to be with you? You are so stupid, no wonder who loses with you! Zhong's nickname is really not in vain."

"Zhang Yaoyang! Hello, defense is not guarding against others, so why are you staring at the girl next to him?"

Damn, can this be dependent on me? Who told her to wear such a miserable dress? Her white thighs are just in the youthful days. Don’t you look right at my eyes?

Just when we were arguing, a girl came over angrily, and I was fascinated by her at first sight. Do you know the word "love at first sight"?

This is my current state.

The woman is 1.65 meters tall, with fair and beautiful eyebrows, wearing a school uniform, canvas shoes, and blinking a ponytail. She is pure and innocent. She looks like my mother when she was young. She stood in front of me and was half a head taller than me. There is no way, boys develop later than girls.

I was stunned.

Isn’t this the Yida girlfriend I dream of?

Facing the girl's naked gaze, I shyly lowered my head. I'm not wrong, right? I, who always claims to be the thickest, is actually shy! Oh my God.

"Hey, slut, this basketball is yours, right?" The feeling that the girl gave me changed a little as soon as she opened her mouth. Judging from this a bit arrogant tone, it doesn't match her quiet appearance. In addition, her movements holding the basketball in her left hand and pointing at me with her right hand made me feel that she was a little slutty.

Also, slutty? Are you frustrated? I was immediately displeased.

"And, it's mine, what's the matter?" But it is undeniable that she looks really good, and she can see the kind of person who looks at her, which makes people shyly lower their heads. She was a little tough, but I don't know why she said it without any momentum.

"The thermos you gave me to my basketball smashed and splashed me all over." The girl said the story briefly and clearly, pointing to her school uniform and pants that had been scattered by water.

"Then, I'll wipe it for you." I immediately took out two dollars a roll of toilet paper from my pocket to help her wipe it.

"Hey, why are you doing a hooligan?" The girl took a few steps back.

"Uh..." I stood there in awkwardly, and I took my hand back in the air, but it was obviously not good to stretch it out, and it was quite embarrassing to be rejected by the beauty.

"May I have your name?"

"Zhang Yaoyang." I don't know why I answered so happily after she asked me about my name.

"My society, Brother Yaoyang, is very good. I remember. My name is Chi Xiaoya, Class 1, Grade 3. After buying a thermos, I will send it to me. Forget it, I'm just going to have a hit on my hand. It hurts me. I'm still a person who will get revenge, so." Chi Xiaoya touched the basketball, took a few steps back, and used all her strength to make a "38th" shot, hitting my face.

"Ah!" Before I could react to what she was going to do, the basketball steadily hit my forehead. It hurt so much, and a big bag quickly appeared on my forehead.

Sure enough, the girl's behavior is inversely comparable to her appearance. Brother Yaoyang analyzed it correctly! I am really a genius.

OK, I admit that the current thinking is a little wrong.

Do you want to know what it feels like to be beaten by a girl? Although it hurts, it is quite happy. Is it a bit cheap? Well, I am just cheap, I admit it.

Zhong Buchuan put his hand on my shoulder and looked at Chi Xiaoya who was leaving, and he laughed: "Wow, this little girl is quite spicy, it's the type I like."

"It's okay..." I said, looking at Chi Xiaoya's slender back in a daze.

"Stop looking, everyone on the court has been exposed. Let's not go. "Medejue Lao Ni" will be angry again. The English test results will be announced in the afternoon. I guess we are miserable." I am very good at all science, but the head teacher's English class is not very good. Basically, I am second to last, and the clock is not passed to last, which is very stable. When I heard that the English scores were announced, I couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!