We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

Qinghe: "Watch me carry the whole team."

Li Bubai: "Don't get elbowed to the ground."

Qinghe: "Heh, where are you? I haven't seen you anywhere."

Li Bubai: "At the scene."

Qinghe: "Go to a conspicuous place."

Alright, alright, Li Mubai put away his phone, left the crowd, and came to a high platform.

He didn't raise his arm high, but simply gestured it upwards to attract someone's searching gaze.

Qinghe: "I saw you. If you weren't wearing a school uniform, I would have thought you were a leader attending this basketball game."

Li Bubai: "Hello, deskmate. You've worked hard. Get ready to go on stage. Good luck!"

Chen Qiuhe hummed a few times on the basketball court, then put her phone away and prepared for battle!

Li Mubai sat on the high platform. Standing was not as good as sitting. Rather than squeezing into the crowd, he could overlook the whole scene from the high platform, although it would require some eyesight.

Xie Shu was pulled by Deng Yi to join the organization for cheering.

"Class Three! Class Three! They're extraordinary!"

"Class Two! Class Two! They're extraordinary!"

This slogan seems to be usable for any number of classes, except for classes with one or more than ten classes.

"call out--"

Chen Qiuhe was assigned to the forward position. The sharp whistle blew, and she leaped high, snatched the ball, and then passed it to another girl.

nice.

Li Mubai took out his phone to take a picture, but when he zoomed in, it was a bit blurry, so he decided against it.

After breaking through half-court, the girl passed the ball to Chen Qiuhe. She shook off the opponent's defense, took three steps, jumped up, and gently tossed the ball out.

The basketball bounced twice on the rim before finally slamming into the net.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qiuhe was a "hidden master" who had been hiding his true abilities so well. If he had taught Li Mubai a move or two before, he wouldn't have been knocked to the ground by her elbow.

Although the competition was competitive, Class 3 won without any suspense. Class 2 was a science-focused class with fewer girls and even fewer who could play basketball.

After the game ended, Chen Qiuhe quickly gave a thumbs-up towards his spot.

We should have had another one, but I didn't have time to take a picture.

Although Chen Qiuhe quickly accepted the "yes," it was still seen by some people. However, the direction she was pointing was rather vague, and the other classmates just assumed it was her showing off her victory to a friend.

Xie Shu turned around and saw Li Mubai sitting on the high platform.

So they went to sit in a more conspicuous spot...

Qinghe: "Wasn't that just now cool? Did you take any photos or videos?"

Li Bubai: "He's handsome, but I'm a bit far away, so the photos and videos are blurry."

Qinghe: "How can that be! How can my high school memories be complete without records of basketball games?"

Qinghe: "So what if it's a little blurry? There's a saying that the blurrier the photo, the clearer the memory."

Okay, here's what you asked for.

After resting for a while, Chen Qiuhe continued with the new match.

The basketball game was also played with "broken bones" so that a champion could be decided in just one afternoon.

"Go for it!" "Go for it!"

The children have already tried their best.

Class 3 ultimately lost out on third place, Class 16 took the championship, and Class 13 came in second. All three were humanities classes, but having more girls gave them an advantage.

Qinghe: "Did you take any photos?"

Li Bubai "[jpg.][jpg.]……"

Qinghe: "It's so blurry, is this me?"

Li Bubai: "There's nothing we can do about that."

However, Wu Changguo was probably taking photos with his camera in the audience, and there will be clearer photos in the group later.

The girls' basketball team is off the court; it's the boys' basketball team's turn.

Their class teamed up with other liberal arts classes for the basketball tournament, so their strength was not high.

Sure enough, after winning the first round, they happened to run into Class 1 in the second round and unfortunately lost.

It's okay, we won one game, didn't we?

On the field, Xing Yi gradually regained some confidence, smiled, and nodded to Xie Shu in the crowd.

"Senior, could I have your contact information?"

As he walked off the stage, a female student came up to him, blushing.

"Uh, sure, my QQ number is 12..."

"Buzz!"

Yan Shu: "Boring."

Li Mubai looked around. The other person was probably playing on their phone somewhere. It was a really strange feeling, as if he could look up and see Yan Shu at any moment.

Should he disguise his identity? This was the thought that popped into Li Mubai's mind.

Li Bubai: "What's wrong?"

Yan Shu: "Basketball game, boring."

Is this a test to find out his identity? To see if he's also on the basketball court, and thus to confirm that he's a high school sophomore.

Unfortunately, I already know that you are most likely someone in our class, but you don't know which grade I am in.

Wait a minute, if it's someone from their class, wouldn't that put them at risk of being exposed? After all, he only used one QQ account, and he was the one in the class group chat and the one who added Yan Shu.

Li Mubai started sweating profusely. Oh no, he was at risk of having his box opened.

Now all we can do is hope that Yan Shu isn't in their class, or that he didn't notice who the other members are in the group, since he hasn't said anything in the class group yet.

Since things have come to this point, let's muddy the waters first.

Li Bubai: "What's wrong with the basketball game? We're still studying."

He plans to pretend to be a senior in high school, but he didn't say it outright. He's currently studying in the classroom. You can guess what he's doing.

Yan Shu didn't reply immediately, so he seems to be brainstorming. I guess he might be a senior in high school.

A few seconds later, Li Mubai's phone vibrated again.

Yan Shu: "Are you a senior in high school? Seniors can use cell phones these days?"

I forgot about that. High school seniors are busy preparing for exams and are unlikely to be using their phones right now.

One lie leads to countless more to cover it up.

Li Bubai: "My grades were relatively poor, so as long as it wasn't too outrageous, the teachers in the lower-achieving classes basically didn't care much about me."

.........

The long silence was a question of whether it was true. "Probably not," someone thought, "high school students don't have that many complicated thoughts."

Yan Shu: "Then work hard, get into a good university, and good luck."

Li Bubai: "Thank you, I appreciate your kind words."

Li Bubai: "So what happened to the basketball game?"

Yan Shu: "I was dragged into doing things I didn't like, so it was boring."

I see. But what is it that she doesn't like? Participating in competitions? That seems to be the only explanation. Isn't being forced to participate the kind of thing that happens to boys?

But under what circumstances would Yan Shu, a girl, be forced to participate in a basketball game? The answer is obvious: the other team is in the science class! Only when there are few girls in the science class would someone be needed to make up the numbers.

It seems my previous assumption that Yan Shu was in the humanities class was wrong. She said her grades were very good, so she must be in either Class 2 or Class 1. It seems I was just scareding.

Hehehe, Yan Shu, I'm digging up your information bit by bit, while you know nothing about me and even mistakenly think I'm a senior in high school. Are you scared?

Li Bubai: "Are you being dragged to do something you don't like? Why don't you refuse?"

Yan Shu: "Perhaps it has to be me."

If it has to be you? Then the conclusion is correct; the girls' basketball game can't be played by the boys from your class.

Li Bubai: "That is indeed quite boring. If it were me, I would definitely be unhappy if I was dragged to do something I don't like."

Li Bubai: "But if one can participate in a basketball game and do something one has never done before, wouldn't that make up for the incompleteness of one's life?"

...What basketball game?