Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Today's No. 2 Middle School campus is filled with an unusual restless atmosphere.

After the second class in the afternoon, the head teachers of each class hurried into the classroom, announcing some news with a little excitement.

After a while, similar cheers resounded in many classes.

At the same time, a high-end luxury bus stopped at the gate of No. 2 Middle School.

The dust and smoke dissipated, the car door opened, and the tall and curly-haired Sun Tinghao was the first to get out of the car. On his feet was a pair of the latest limited-edition trendy sneakers.

He looked at the campus in front of him, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth: "The Second Middle School is so dilapidated, old and small, why not choose our venue."

The team members behind came down one after another. Hearing his words, the captain Li Boyu couldn't help but said: "It was drawn by lottery, and it's not for us to choose."

"That's right, who made Lao Xue's luck so bad." Sun Tinghao hissed, "I don't know what the gymnasium of No. 2 Middle School looks like, can it be used? If the game is not played well, can it be regarded as their venue's responsibility?"

Coach Xue, who came down with the team doctor, frowned when he heard his words, and replied briefly: "The competition venues provided by each participating school have been reviewed in advance, and there is no problem."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the group of basketball team members whispering and chatting, and looked at the school gate, which was empty except for the security guards.

Sun Tinghao noticed his gaze, and immediately showed dissatisfaction: "Why didn't anyone come out to pick us up from No. 2 Middle School? This is too casual, what quality..."

Li Boyu glanced at him, but this time he didn't refute again.

Two or three minutes later, Coach Xu, who was wearing a tracksuit, appeared in their field of vision, trotting towards the school gate, and said repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late, the venue is too busy."

After he stood still, he shook hands with Coach Xue on the opposite side, and glanced at the team doctor and other support staff next to him. Surprised, he just smiled politely: "Welcome to No. 2 Middle School, I will take you to the gymnasium .”

Although he came a bit late, but there was nothing wrong with his attitude. Coach Xue nodded and asked, "Is it because the venue hasn't been set up yet?"

"Ah, no, no, it's been arranged a long time ago, don't worry, I was busy with other things just now."

Coach Xu smiled and led the team from Chengde Private High School to the direction of the gymnasium without further explanation.

Sun Tinghao, who was following behind, muttered to himself: "Then what else is there to do? I'm obviously not ready, but I just want to save face. Let Lao Xue keep an eye on me for a while. I don't want to get hurt here and go back..."

Li Boyu couldn't listen anymore, so he bumped his shoulder: "Okay, talk less."

This group of well-known players, each tall and burly, passed through the slightly old but clean campus of No. 2 Middle School. Most of them had expressionless faces, and they just wanted to win the game and go back.

But when they came near the gymnasium, they were still taken aback.

Looking around, there were a lot of people, all of them were students.

They knew that some students from their own school would come to watch the match from the home school, but they didn't expect that there would be so many from No. 2 Middle School. It felt like the whole school was in full swing.

"Don't they have to go to class?" Sun Tinghao clicked his tongue.

Coach Xu answered him with a smile: "No way, the basketball team is too popular, everyone wants to come and cheer for them, the gymnasium is too crowded, so now you have to pass the basic basketball knowledge quiz to get in."

Sun Tinghao: ...

He read it subtly with a taste of showing off.

He still wanted to talk again, but when he thought of the games he played at his school's home court a while ago, he felt a little uncomfortable.

In Chengde, everyone is very busy. If some academic bigwigs and business elites come to give lectures, there may be such a grand event, but come to watch the basketball team play a round-robin game that is not even a final? No way.

So he paused, and could only whisper: "It's enough time..."

The smile on Coach Xu's face faded a bit: "It's called unity. It only takes an hour to play a game, so there's not much time to waste."

Before the atmosphere became weird, Li Boyu grabbed Sun Tinghao's arm and said in time: "Sorry, he was talking nonsense."

Coach Xu waved his hand, decided not to argue with these kids, and introduced calmly: "Here, go in from there to the locker room. You should rest and get used to it. If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time, or anyone present teacher."

It wasn't until they entered the stadium that Sun Tinghao and others fully understood what Coach Xu meant by asking questions and answers to enter the arena.

The seats around the not-so-big gymnasium were full of spectators, and even the aisles were full of people. Everyone was looking excitedly at the center of the stadium where the game had not yet started, talking enthusiastically.

Not only the students and some parents of the students were present, but there were even many people who looked like teachers and school leaders.

They were wrong. It wasn't the entire school that was mobilized, but the entire school.

This unparalleled home court momentum instantly overwhelmed the natural arrogance of the Chengde players.

Sun Tinghao's footsteps froze, and he became dazed: "Did I remember the schedule wrongly, this should be the final, right?"

The others also looked at the grand scene in disbelief, but no one had the time to talk to him.

Just as the Chengde players were walking towards the locker room in a messy footstep, the basketball players from No. 2 Middle School also walked into the gymnasium.

The leader was the captain with a height of 1.85 meters and a player with outstanding appearance. As soon as they appeared, there was an instant cheer from the stands.

From No. 2 Middle School, to Fu Chengze, Pei Qingyuan... Every team member's name was read over and over again. This posture is not like a small city-level high school league at all.

The waves of sound rushed over like a tide.

Zhou Fang held the hand of a child wearing a No. 7 ball uniform and sat in the first row of the auditorium. At the moment, she could not care about the image of her class teacher and cheered with everyone.

The same is true for Ji Tong. He spread an old newspaper conjured from a small schoolbag on the seat, and stood up directly to cheer for the host, trying to make his head surpass the kanban so that the host could see it at a glance.

There were too many people in the gymnasium today, Pei Qingyuan was worried about entrusting him to other students, so he simply found Zhou Fang, the head teacher, and told her that the children he tutored also wanted to come to watch the game, and asked her to take care of him, Zhou Fang readily agreed.

Same as last time, among the bustling crowd, Pei Qingyuan still saw him at a glance.

This time he didn't just show a smile, but stretched out his hand and waved at him.

Ji Tong immediately laughed into a flower, his eyes narrowed into curved arcs, and he tried his best to stand on tiptoe and beckon to respond. Zhou Fang was afraid that the child would accidentally fall off, so he quickly opened his arms and hugged him vaguely.

In the stands behind him, the other students who saw Pei Qingyuan waving towards here shouted out of excitement.

…Are these people crazy?

This is the only thought left in Sun Tinghao's head.

The members of No. 2 Middle School, who were watched by countless eyes, also walked towards the locker room. Chengde held his breath subconsciously, waiting for the close-range confrontation before the game.

But nothing happened.

There was no trash talk session, and no condescending glances. The players of No. 2 Middle School just passed them by quietly, staring straight ahead, filled with fiery and focused fighting spirit.

On the other hand, looking back at the players on his side who had different expressions after being affected, a vague idea flashed in Li Boyu's mind.

This seems to be a no suspense game.

Three minutes after the opening, No. 2 Middle School aggressively scored four rebounds. The momentum of all the players was unstoppable, forcing the Chengde side into a daze. With the sweat on his forehead, the pitcher couldn't find an opportunity to attack at all, so he could only step heavily on the smooth floor.

Li Boyu, the only calm captain on the field, knew that his premonition had come true.

He also knew that, after this game, his teammates would blame the defeat on the opponent's apparent home-court advantage.

But he was well aware that it wasn't just that.

There was more than he could describe in words.

There were countless highlights throughout the game, basically all of which were contributed by the second team. No one could hold back the excitement in their hearts and sat down honestly. The audience stood up and cheered.

Zhou Fang is not interested in basketball at all, and never watches games, but now she feels good-looking from the bottom of her heart, looking at these shining students on the field, for some reason, she is smiling, but the corners of her eyes are a little wet .

Ji Tong on the side carefully observed her emotions, gently tugged at the hem of her clothes, and handed her a tissue.

Zhou Fang was startled, took it and rubbed his head gently.

Ji Tong let her mess up his handsome hairstyle, then quietly withdrew his gaze, and looked back at the fierce battle field.

That scene just now was unforgettable.

He thought he'd write it in his diary.

Today's game is almost a repeat of the match between No. 1 and No. 2 No. 1 and No. 2 No. 1 and No. 2 No. 1 middle school. The Chengde side's tactics that failed shortly after the start, the unbalanced mentality that gradually became self-destructive, and the dirty moves that occurred when they were cornered... and the last No. 2 middle school The big score with absolute advantage wins.

The only difference is that all the audience present today are cheering enthusiastically for the No. 2 Middle School basketball team, and no one turned against them.

When the final whistle sounded, Li Boyu panted and silently looked at the dazzling scoreboard.

Sun Tinghao reluctantly threw away the sweat-soaked towel.

The crazy shouts and applause around continued for a long, long time.

But it has nothing to do with Chengde.

After celebrating excitedly inside the basketball team, the first thing Pei Qingyuan did was to walk towards Zhou Fang and Ji Tong.

Zhou Fang patted him on the shoulder happily, congratulating him on his victory. Pei Qingyuan responded calmly, he was waiting for the teacher to say something else to him.

He liked the atmosphere of this game very much, but he also understood that a mere round-robin game should not allow the school teacher to allow the students to miss a class to cheer for them.

Zhou Fang looked at the expression of the student in front of him who was not arrogant or impetuous even in front of the victory, but was thinking about something, and couldn't help but think that he had a sensitive heart just like the kid who would hand him a tissue.

"A few days ago, the school leader received a call from a university professor." Amidst the lingering enthusiasm around, Zhou Fang briefly explained the reason to Pei Qingyuan, "The school knows that you were canceled by Chengde for recommendation. , I’m also to blame, you are so good at math, I should ask you if you have participated in the Olympiad.”

Pei Qingyuan shook his head: "It's okay, I didn't say it myself."

Ye Lanting regards the admission qualification he got as a gift from Pei's family, which should be returned, so after his background was exposed, he notified the school that his name was taken away.

During that time, Pei Qingyuan fell into a tormenting confusion, and sometimes he couldn't help but think along those words, did everything he owns at this moment really be stolen?

So after transferring to another school, he didn't mention a word about his previous experiences.

Ji Tong looked up at him, as if he had seen through his memories, and stretched out his hand to tug on his trouser legs.

Pei Qingyuan came back to his senses immediately, and held the child's hand reflexively.

In the hustle and bustle of the sky, the teacher's voice came to his ears clearly.

"The teachers may not be able to do much about what has happened." Zhou Fang looked at him with a smile, "But at least today, we are all supporting you in this gymnasium."

Any teacher who really cares about the students can't agree with Chengde's indifference attitude when disqualifying Pei Qingyuan from being recommended.

When this group of former alumni came to No. 2 Middle School for an away game, the teachers hoped that Pei Qingyuan could feel a kind of silent support and strength.

This is where No. 2 Middle School is completely different from Chengde.

Pei Qingyuan lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

"Your current student status is in No. 2 Middle School. Professor Xiao said that No. 2 Middle School can still recommend you, and you can apply for admission at any time." Zhou Fang asked for his opinion, "Do you want this qualification?"

Pei Qingyuan hesitated slightly, and soon heard Ji Tong's voice in his heart: "Ruan Ruan, I checked, the city's regulations allow recommended students to take the college entrance examination voluntarily, and they can also choose to give up the recommended procedures after obtaining the qualifications."

His system should not know what he was struggling with, but what he said unexpectedly found the answer to Pei Qingyuan's question.

The crux of the stasis suddenly dissipated at this moment.

"I want it," he said emphatically.

That is obviously the qualification he obtained through his own efforts.

Zhou Fang was not surprised by this answer. She nodded, and just when she was about to say that this was an honor for No. 2 Middle School, she heard Pei Qingyuan continue.

"But I will still take the college entrance examination."

"Eh?" Zhou Fang looked at him in astonishment, "You don't need the college entrance examination, you just need to pass the recommended admission exam..."

"I want to wait for June next year like everyone else."

Pei Qingyuan looked directly at her and answered frankly.

He does not want to give up the qualifications that should belong to him, nor does he want to lose the right to freely choose his future destination.

Probably at the moment when these strange classmates called his name loudly, he suddenly had a strange sense of belonging, and he didn't want to say goodbye to those newly familiar voices.

Also, his system seemed to enjoy these days on campus.

The children in ball uniforms did not participate in the conversation of the adults, but just lowered their heads and showed a little smile.

Zhou Fang quickly reacted, showing a happy smile: "If you want, that's also very good."

"In the current class of No. 2 Middle School, there will be an Olympiad recommended student and a high-scoring candidate. The leader should be very happy." She joked briskly, but her expression was very serious, "Teacher believes you , you can definitely do it."

"Wherever you want to go, you can do it."

In addition to this trusting voice, Pei Qingyuan also heard an immature voice.

"I believe too."

The kid agreed and nodded solemnly.

Zhou Fang couldn't help laughing.

After the game was won, it was almost evening, and the basketball team could go home from school early to rest as usual. Coach Xu announced the news in front of the Chengde Middle School team, which directly caused a group of players to turn dark A few points.

The students left the arena one after another, excitedly discussing today's extremely exciting game, with similar pride on their faces.

In the joy that has not faded, Ji Tong waited for Pei Qingyuan to change his clothes and tidy up, and at the same time he wanted to ask him a question.

He has been turning on the environmental monitoring function for a long time now, especially in basketball games where the opponent might mess up. The program will automatically recognize the people around and feed back special data to him.

In this game, Ji Tong found an unexpected audience, who stayed in the corner to watch the game the whole time, until he just left silently with the flow of people.

When Pei Qingyuan changed his clothes and came out with his bag on his back, he heard Ji Tong's thoughtful question: "Ruan Ruan, will you forgive someone who has hurt you deeply?"

"No." He said quickly.

Ji Tong was a little curious about the decisiveness of the host: "Why?"

"Maybe one day I will let it go." Pei Qingyuan answered the system's question seriously, "but in the face of deep hurt, there can be no real forgiveness."

"It makes sense." Ji Tong blew rainbow fart without thinking, "The host has a very healthy concept of forgiveness."

It's as healthy as getting up at five o'clock every morning.

Hearing this, Pei Qingyuan seemed to smile, staring at Ji Tong with clear eyes, and asked, "Did she come to watch the game?"

Ji Tong's smile froze, and he couldn't help wondering if the host could read minds.

"Ah, what about her, I just asked casually..." He hesitated, his eyes wandered, and finally touched his stomach in a panic, "Ruan Ruan, I feel like I'm hungry."

Pei Qingyuan didn't ask any more questions.

He unzipped his backpack, took out a pack of snacks, opened it and handed it to the child who was always hungry, then took Ji Tong's hand again, and slowed down his pace.

"Okay, let's go home."