Jiang Sen's desperate idea of ??coding another 10,000 characters failed to materialize in the end.
Because the news that Eighteenth Middle School entered the final of the city was too explosive, Cheng Zhanpeng, who had been waiting for the school to lose since last month, immediately announced that he would pay for dinner at a hotel near the school at night. Everyone, including the coach Including the substitutes, all of them are indispensable, but only the team leader is not mentioned, and I don't know if Zeng Youcai has the face to rub it.
But no matter what, Jiang Sen's plan was disrupted on the way back to school.
In the middle school at the beginning of twelve o'clock, after everyone got off the bus at the gate of the school, since there was still a good meal in the evening, Zeng Youcai ignored the lunch that the school should be responsible for, and told everyone to come to school on time at 5:30 p.m. Gather at the door, and everyone disbanded on the spot. Jiang Sen, Luo Beikong, and Hu Qi, who lived in the school, turned around and entered the school gate.
Jiang Sen, who had slept all the way, finally felt a lot better now. Back in the dormitory, the three sweaty people immediately took their clothes and ran to the water room to take a shower without saying a word. Jiang Sen was the first to come out of the wash, and walked back to the dormitory. He was so hungry that he hurriedly started cooking top dishes, took out two packs of instant noodles, and poured them into his extra-large enamel cup.
Zhang Rongsheng looked at Jiang Sen's anxious look. He hadn't seen Jiang Sen for nearly 24 hours. At this time, he couldn't help looking forward to the result of the game. While Luo Beikong and Hu Qi were away, he quickly opened his mouth and asked, "Hey, Brother Mazi, how many of you are there?" Did you lose?"
Jiang Sen turned his head to look at him without any strength, expressionless.
When Zhang Rongsheng saw this, he immediately misunderstood, showed a happy smile, and imitated Jiang Sen's usual lack of virtue, and comforted him in reverse: "Brother Sen, I have already said that you are not suitable for playing basketball, long-distance running, etc. Sports without technical content are in line with your personal ability. Look, don¡¯t listen to me, have you suffered trauma? Is it because you are the shortest in your team, so you are lagging behind? How many points did you lose? ? Sad things, let everyone be happy by telling them!"
Jiang Sen listened to Zhang Rongsheng's noise, his heart was very calm, but he just didn't want to talk. He kept stirring the noodles in the enamel jar while holding his chopsticks, and only had his eyes on this lunch.
"Jiang Sen? Did you really lose?" Shao Min on the side was slightly better than Zhang Rongsheng, with a bit of hypocritical regret in his tone.
"I didn't lose, I won." Jiang Sen replied lightly, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and quickly sent them to his mouth while blowing hot air.
Lostness flashed across Zhang Rongsheng and Shao Min's eyes instantly.
Wen Xuanbin also swallowed back the phrase that failure is the mother of success.
Bedroom 302 suddenly became quiet, only the sound of Jiang Sen sucking and eating noodles remained.
After a while, when Luo Beikong and Hu Qi came back, the sound of sucking sucking was multiplied by three. Shao Min and Zhang Rongsheng felt a little envious from the bottom of their hearts when they came back from the game and devoured their meals.
During the period of the sports festival, big guys like Luo Beikong and Hu Qi, who were not outstanding in their studies, only had bright moments in their student careers. However, this "only" is better than nothing.
Students like Shao Min and Zhang Rongsheng, whose grades are above average but not completely at the top of the school, who have no sports or other specialties, whose looks are just passers-by, and who have studied for many years without gaining anything, are actually the real ones. most empty. After graduation, there is nothing worth mentioning, only talking about grades, and it is just a level of "I almost got it". If I want to recall my youth in the dead of night in the future, I guess the only thing left in my memory is the "friendship" with my classmates.
Those who are not reconciled to this, such as Ji Xianxi, will find something to prove themselves all the time. For example, he has seldom mentioned it recently, but he still pops out the phrase "I'm so handsome" from time to time. Because ambition is not directly proportional to ability, this becomes a helpless act of self-motivation. But obviously these guys didn't understand that the biggest meaning of school life is the test scores! The results of the school sports meeting are in the past. Not to mention waiting until graduation, even at the end of the semester, when you get home, all you have to think about is the exam. Who the hell cares who wins what championship?
This kind of thing, the whole school really cares about, only Lao Qiu.
Even Cheng Zhanpeng, he only cared about the last year or so at most.
Don't say that Jiang Sen and the others haven't won the championship yet, even if they do, it's nothing more than adding a bargaining chip that is neither light nor heavy, nor salty nor weak, for his promotion. And this chip is not as important as a student in the school who can pass the exam.
After lunch, Jiang Sen touched his stomach. After a short rest, his brain finally began to recover energy.
"Rongsheng! You died so badly.The serial plot of ? is in-depth, and the popularity that should have gradually cooled down has begun to gradually recover these days, fueled by these off-site events and the website's deliberate hype.
"Brother Hui, Er Erjun's competition"
"Go and take a video and come back."
"Goddesses! The finals are coming up in December. Is there anyone from Oucheng District to watch Er Er?"
"Didn't it be agreed who would go to Er Er and who would be the dog?"
"Wow!"
"I'm sorry, "My Wife is a Goddess" is endless? It's all over 8,000, my day."
"Are you going to get the first monthly pass again this month?"
"With such a small number of words, it's crazy to finish the book in two months and still get the first place."
"It's completely because people are more popular than books."
"Er Er is handsome, isn't he?"
"An ugly stroke."
"Fuck, I'm so handsome, no one reads the book"
Jiang Sen's online and offline small circles were restless, as if they were brewing some kind of upcoming power. But Jiang Sen, who was in the vortex, didn't seem to notice these things at all.
Just follow my own rhythm, readjusting my own rhythm with difficulty but resolutely.
?Every day, start to go to bed half an hour earlier and half an hour later. You must take a nap for an hour, and you must eat until you are full. But at the same time, there is no delay in the homework that should be done, and the class is still serious. The number of updated words per day has been reduced from 10,000 words to 10,000 words as much as possible. In the evening, the papers must be reduced from one paper per day to one chapter every two days, and only English, politics and history are done. The 1500-meter track and field training did not stop every day. The intensity of the training was not high, but it was also slowly recovering. If I have time at noon, I will still go to Teacher Doudou to learn a problem. At around ten o'clock in the evening, no matter how much ridicule there was outside, he still slept well. The medicine for treating acne given by Ma Laizi soon ran out. He started to apply the ointment given by Xia Xiaolin again, and it seemed that the effect was more important than the one given by Ma Laizi. The pimples on his nose disappeared a lot, and the pimples were no longer so lumpy. The shape of the whole nose also looked obvious A lot of three-dimensional, Zheng Yitian even bluntly said that if he did not have acne, he should be a very good-looking handsome guy. Of course, it is inevitable that the whole class will laugh at it.
Even in his busy schedule, Jiang Sen took two rabbits to the newly opened pet clinic in the vegetable market for vaccinations and a bath. It is also miraculous that the time can be squeezed out.
There are also American ginseng lozenges for life-saving, and I ate up two large boxes, feeling like I am living on natural stimulants.
But no matter what, he finally recovered his physical strength before the end of mid-November, and all the tasks were not left behind.
On November 18, the sun was shining brightly in Dongou City.
?The 18th Middle School closed the entire school, and the school rented the Municipal Sports Center on Hubin Road to start the XXth Dongou City 18th Middle School Games, which is the most significant for the 18th Middle School among all the sports events in this year's sports festival.
Jiang Sen, as a representative of Class 2 and 7 of high school, entered the arena holding a flag, and as a representative of all the athletes of the school, he swore an oath under the red flag to ensure fairness, justice and openness, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah.
Under the stage, a group of junior high school fans all called Second Brother that this acne seems to have grown to a new height. Xia Xiaolin tilted her head slightly and looked hard, seeing that Jiang Sen's stature was actually taller than Zeng Youcai's in just a few months
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