After training in the evening, Lao Qiu in a good mood led Jiang Sen and his group of sports students to a small restaurant next to the Zhenou Street Police Station in the vegetable market opposite the school and had a good meal. This semester is the "sports season" again. The city's basketball games start in October, and mid-November is the city's middle school student sports month. After all the games are played, it is almost the end of the term.
But for the basketball team, the Eighteenth Middle School won the top eight in the city last year, so they can skip the first two rounds and start playing directly from the top sixteen as the seeded team. I'm not that busy, just train with peace of mind, and play one or two warm-up matches at most. And this year, with the strong new aid of Jiang Sen, Lao Qiu felt that the possibility of entering the semi-finals was already extremely high.
Jiang Sen and Luo Beikong, one inside and one outside, both guys have amazing athletic ability.
And when high school students play basketball, it is purely for physical fitness. Tactics and techniques are all self-deception and nonsense at all. Jiang Sen rushed in with speed, Luo Beikong ran in with weight and strength, very few of his peers could handle it.
Especially Jiang Sen is still growing. By November, if he can grow another two or three centimeters, then the advantage will really come out. After all, guards from other schools are basically just over 1.7 meters tall. In terms of Jiang Sen's ability, those who are less than ten centimeters taller than him are really about the same as Bai Qi. According to Lao Qiu's observation, if you want to prevent Jiang Sen from death one-on-one, you can avoid it if you don't have a height of 1.8 meters.
And you have to have the athletic ability of Luo Beikong. On the basketball side, the 18th Middle School's lineup this year has been perfected, with dual-core inside and outside, plus a group of kids who have experience in last year's game, it's completely enough, and there's no need to worry that Jiang Sen's legs will be weak when he's aggressively forcing the game. It would be nice to get beaten up for being too insolent.
As for the track and field side, Lao Qiu was completely stress-free.
As long as Jiang Sen continues to practice for a while, the possibility of reaching the level of a national first-level athlete is very high. And this kind of level is placed in the amateur competition of Dongou City High School Student Games, that is, paddling should also take the first place.
The more Lao Qiu thought about it, the more elated he became. He felt that since he discovered Jiang Sen, a hidden talent last semester, his life had suddenly changed for the better. Although he received a beating, the beating was really worth it!
And as long as the results of this semester can come out, even if Jiang Sen does not participate in any competitions due to the college entrance examination next year, relying on this year's results, the 18th High School can get at least two places to directly participate in the semi-finals of the city's high school track and field competition.
Then as long as there is a spot for the semi-finals, even if it is the last place, the 18th High School will still have points to get.
And with this point, he doesn't have to worry about his bonus as the coach of the team. As for this semester, how does Jiang Sen strike a balance between study and training? That is the matter of their homeroom teacher. What does it have to do with him, Director Qiu?
Director Qiu, as long as Jiang Sen is in good physical condition and healthy throughout the year, everything will be fine.
If you want to come to Principal Cheng, you must be very happy to see Jiang Sende's all-round development of intelligence, physical education, art and labor.
Thinking of this in his heart, Lao Qiu looked at Jiang Sen with a kind of lustful eyes, which made Jiang Sen's scalp feel numb. After nearly forty minutes after a meal, Jiang Sen, Luo Beikong, and Huang Minji, the three boarding students, said goodbye to four junior high school students, Xiaoxiang, the double ugly right protector of the 18th middle school, and another girl, and went straight back to the school. School.
Among the sports students, only three of them live on campus, and the others are all urban natives.
Those four junior high school students wanted to get into the high school in the city by relying on sports points, this operation is not difficult. However, Xiao Xiang and that girl want to enter university through sports operations, and the difficulty is not so high.
In Jiang Sen's view, among the five sports students in their high school, the only ones who are really meaningful are him and Huang Minji. I don't expect extra points in the college entrance examination, but as a poor student, this training fee is really precious.
As for Luo Beikong, the dead rich second generation, he came here to play.
? Subsidized to Lao Qiu and the school to work part-time, and the training fee was not enough for him to buy cigarettes.
Back at school and into the small courtyard of the dormitory, Jiang Sen fed the rabbit dinner, changed the water, shoveled the excrement, and changed the clean newspaper before going upstairs to take a shower. And Huang Minji wanted to go in and pet the rabbit at first, but was forced back by the smell of the rabbit's poop, so he gave up the idea.
Ten minutes later, when Jiang Sen returned to the dormitory after taking a shower, Luo Beikong's cigarette had already been lit.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Jiang Sen raised his hand to look at the date, and found that today was the end of the month. He felt a little ready to move, and wanted to go to the Internet cafe to check his monthly pass results. But after thinking about it, whether you look at it or not will not change the result, so you calm down and took out a few papers issued last semester. "Happy Summer Vacation" has been finished happily in the past few days, and I feel that the effect is very good.
For the next three days, the training was suspended, and his main task was these test papers.
"I'm stupid." Luo Beikong saw Jiang Sen doing the papers, and suddenly remembered that there was such a thing as summer homework. He hurriedly dug out his homework from the messy pile of rubbish on the lower bunk of Hu Qi, and borrowed it. Johnson's "Happy Summer Vacation" began to copy.
In dormitory 302, there was a beautiful picture of underachiever Luo Beikong actively studying under the influence of top student Jiang Sen.
At the same time, in a certain corner of the global Chinese Internet, tonight's battle has just begun.
In the Qingshan Internet Cafe in Qingshan Village, Li Zhengmeng, who successfully rescued himself from the flood, had already prepared sufficient ammunition. The 20 point cards with a face value of 100 yuan that have just been recharged at hand represent 200 monthly tickets waiting for the fatal blow at the last moment.
At eight o'clock, in the book review of "My Wife Is a Goddess", various pre-war mobilizations have already broken their throats. In several related post bars, the girls also took out the pocket money at the bottom of the box, waving the monthly pass to advance and retreat with Erer.
Of course, there are also people with unknown positions who stir up the muddy water.
It's not that "My Wife Is a Goddess" is a swipe ticket, or it is a book review that criticizes this book in various ways, very wishful thinking, trying to disrupt the update rhythm of Mr. 2022, so that he can't read the last three changes tonight.
It's a pity that to their disappointment, at 9 o'clock sharp, today's eighth update of "My Wife Is a Goddess" was still online on time.
As soon as the update came out, the second and first places on the monthly ticket list immediately switched places again.
At this time today, the battle for the top spot in the monthly ticket list is only a matter of the top two. The third place was completely eliminated almost five days ago, and now the number of votes pulled away by the top two has exceeded 1,000 votes.
The top two have both collected 9,000 votes, once again breaking the record for the total number of monthly tickets on Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Chinese Network.
Especially today, the growth rate of the top two monthly tickets is horribly fast.
The two sides surpassed each other staggeringly. At this moment, the total number of votes for "My Wife Is a Goddess" has exceeded 9600 votes, and a certain professional chess player behind him is not far behind, only less than 30 votes The gap is behind, and it can catch up in minutes. Just depending on the situation, the master may still not be able to do 2022 Jun.
Because a single chapter asks for a monthly pass, it can't be compared with the real update. No matter how much the great master shouts all kinds of slogans, as long as "My Wife Is a Goddess" is published, the market will immediately give more fair and just feedback.
At this stage, it seems that it is not just the iron powder on both sides. Instead, almost half of the plates of the genuine paying group were smashed in. In terms of popularity, "My Wife Is a Goddess" has a slightly sandy and positive writing style, after all, it is slightly better than the "Great Style" of the great god, and has won the favor of more readers with more conventional thinking methods.
And in this kind of competition for the top spot in the industry, this "one chip" is enough to secure the victory.
Another hour later, at ten o'clock, when Jiang Sen finished brushing a test paper and started eating biscuits, the monthly ticket competition on the Xingxingxing Chinese website came to the most intense stage. 2022 Jun's ninth update was released. More than half of the passers-by directly threw their votes to "My Wife Is a Goddess", while the die-hard fans of the Great God made a last-ditch effort and cast 300 votes directly. The total number of monthly votes reached more than 9,800, a high of nearly 9,900, directly surpassing "My Wife is a Goddess" by more than 90 votes.
In the Qingshan Internet Cafe, Li Zhengmeng looked at the number of votes jumping on the screen, but still resisted to do anything.
He kept turning his head to look at the time, imitating the way Jiang Sen was handed out 350,000 words at that time, and kept reading softly: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry"
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