Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 33 Eating
Thinking that the people from the Everest team had been provoking just now, Gong Deming suggested to everyone:
"Hey, do you want to compete with us and the Everest team later? They just insulted all our players. This time Bao Guowei joins us, which will kill their prestige!"

"This... forget it. Now I can only confirm that I am good at shooting on the spot. I rarely played basketball before and have no practical experience. It would be bad if I lose."

Bao Guowei politely refused. Although the effect of relying on memory and brain overload to play is the same as cheating in shooting, it takes more practice to apply it skillfully in actual combat.

"Okay, when Pangsil and the others arrive, we members of the Himalayan team will practice on our own."

Everyone chatted in a hurry.

……

A student who was obviously taller than the others came here.

This man was dressed very strangely. In the late autumn season, he was actually wearing a short shirt and a black leather vest, exposing his thick arms.

His face is a bit square, and although he has a beard, his face can still be seen full of flesh.

Wear wide black pants on your legs. Needless to say, you have thick legs.

His eyes are a bit fierce, giving people a sense of oppression. At first glance, he is not a character to be trifled with.

"Pangsil, you're here! If you want to tell me, you shouldn't move things for those girls. It's not the first time you've moved things for others, and I haven't seen any girls like you until now."

The person who came was none other than Pang Xier. Gong Deming seemed to have a good relationship with him and even went over to pat him on the shoulder.

It seems that this Pangsil is also a repeater.

"Oh, you must be jealous!"

Poncier responded with a smile. When he smiled, he didn't look so fierce, but looked a little silly.

He noticed Bao Guowei sitting in the middle of the chair surrounded by everyone: "Who is this person?"

"Let me introduce to you, this is Bao Guowei, a freshman. He is now the shooting master of our Himalayan team. He can hit the ball from seven or eight meters away. He is very awesome!"

As Gong Deming spoke, he raised his hands and took a shot at the nearby basket.

"Really? How far is seven or eight meters?"

"There's about...four of you this far."

Gong Deming gestured at Pang Xier's height and compared it with the place where Bao Guowei shot before, and came to this conclusion.

"Interesting, it's really rare to be able to throw such a long distance. You've already joined our team, right? Let's practice now and give it a try?"

"Divide into groups! Start fighting!"

A player shouted, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

There were only eight members of the Himalayan team present, and the freshmen started school at a different time than the seniors.

The players present now are basically those who have passed the grade, and there are fewer natural players. It is already very good to be able to gather eight players.

There are eight players in total, and only four people can form a team.

A team was randomly formed and everyone started practicing.

Seeing Bao Guowei starting to play with others, many students came over to watch. Bao Guowei's superb shooting skills just now attracted many students who love watching basketball.

And Bao Guowei did not live up to the expectations of the onlookers. Even though his playing experience is not yet proficient enough, relying on two players, his shooting skills are still one level better than these people.

Guo Chun and others like to pass the ball to him, and the players on the opposite side also want to see more of Bao Guowei's shooting. They don't block it carefully, and almost half push and half let him shoot.

Every time Bao Guowei made a super long-range shot, there was cheers at the scene.This made a player from Ponsir's team very excited. He was so excited that after grabbing the basketball, he desperately broke through all the obstacles.

He imitated Bao Guowei and made a sharp shot seven or eight meters away from the basket. The ball bounced twice and entered the basket. He actually made the shot!
"Hey! Good! I hit it!"

The player raised his hands, thinking that there would be cheers from around him, but he couldn't wait for any sound.

It wasn't until he saw the confused expressions of the people around him that he realized something was wrong.

"What did you hit! That's someone else's basket!"

Pang Xier said angrily, and wanted to slap him on the head in anger, but when he thought that his father was the section chief of the Gusu Chengnan District Police Station and was not easy to offend, he held back and did not slap him.

……

By the time we finish playing, it's almost noon.

Eight people gathered together to go to the cafeteria for dinner. Most of the group wore suits and Chinese tunic suits. Only two people's clothing was obviously different.

One is Chen Jinhua, who wears relatively shabby cotton clothes.The other one was Ponsier, who was still wearing a short shirt and leather vest in the cold weather of late autumn. He looked more like a mountain king than a student.

"Bao Guowei, look, there are a few girls who are still looking at you. I think most of them are looking at you. They have been watching the whole show. You are in the limelight this time."

Guo Chun pointed at the few girls who had just gathered around and said, and everyone started cheering.

Bao Guowei smiled and didn't look at it. For him, these thirteen or fourteen-year-old female students were too young. What's more, people these days can't eat hard food rich in growth hormone, and their growth rate is faster than that of later generations. A lot slower.

On the one hand, his age, and on the other hand, under the triple bombardment of plastic surgery, makeup, and beautification in later generations, his vision has long been cultivated.

The most important reason is that this land was a sinkhole in the [-]th century. The war almost broke out the dog's head. Even if he could survive the war, few people really lived a good life. Bao Guowei had nothing in mind about his future. After all, where do you have the energy to think about these things?

……

On the way to the cafeteria, these "repealers" introduced Bao Guowei to some past events in the school cafeteria.

The school has two canteens, east and west.

The East Canteen has a wide variety of dishes, fresh ingredients, and is more expensive. Most students will choose Canteen No. [-] when dining.

The Western cafeteria has fewer dishes, mostly made from the lowest-priced ingredients of the season, and they also provide free porridge, probably taking into account students from poor families.

It is said that the school once only had a Western cafeteria, and everyone was encouraged to eat in the cafeteria in order to promote the virtue of frugality.

Later, under the pressure of a group of powerful parents, the school could not withstand the pressure and had no choice but to build a new East Canteen. It is said that a certain powerful parent invested in it.

The East Canteen is not big, it is not built with bricks and stones, and it is not "new" at all.

It was built using a kind of precious dark brown wood, and its appearance looked a bit like an ancient building.

As soon as you enter the canteen, you can vaguely smell the fragrance of wood. There are more than a dozen benches and benches inside, all made of wood, which can accommodate more than 200 people dining at the same time.

It's meal time now, and many students have already started eating in the cafeteria.
"I'm starving. I didn't eat in the morning. I was just busy carrying the girls' luggage."

Poncil joked, holding his stomach.

"Pang Xi'er, you can't walk around when you see a woman, but I just saw you working as a coolie for someone, but I didn't see you actually holding hands with someone."

Everyone burst into laughter, only Chen Jinhua looked a little unhappy.

(End of this chapter)