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I felt a pang in my heart as I listened to Zhongqi Senior's words. "Zhongqi Senior, I will study hard, don't worry. This season we will definitely be a dark horse. For you, and for Bing Ge and Zhang Jun Senior, who are in their last year of City High League, we must strive to win the championship!" I said with a hint of excitement. Zhongqi Senior looked thoughtfully at the ground and replied, "I hope so..."
The fourth quarter of the game began, and I was still stuck on the bench. Liu Xiao replaced Ouyang, and Wei Weiwei replaced A Fei. With that, everyone on the court except Zhongqi Senior were rookies. After half a quarter with this group of newcomers, Teacher Qiu substituted Ouyang and Zhang Jun into the game. We rallied together and ultimately defeated Wu Jieyun with a score of 88-80, firmly following Thirteen Middle School in second place in our group. This meant that regardless of whether Thirteen Middle School (previously 4 wins and 0 losses) defeated Shinan High School (previously 0 wins and 4 losses) in this round, we (4 wins and 1 loss) would compete with Thirteen Middle School for the top spot in Group D in the final round. Sigh! We had once again replicated last season's situation.
After finishing the game and taking a shower, I asked A Fei about his thoughts on Wu Jieyun High School today. A Fei didn't say anything and simply walked onto the team bus with his backpack. Sigh! We'll discuss it with the teammates after getting on the bus! Sure enough, Teacher Qiu began discussing it with us on the bus. "The spirit of Wu Jieyun High School is something we should learn from. At one point, I thought they might pull off an upset; thankfully, it was just a false alarm. If Yan Bing had been here, perhaps we wouldn't have won so laboriously..." Teacher Qiu slowly lowered his head. Yes, we are still in the process of growing; Bing Ge's role is irreplaceable. Li Kanglin is still too young; after all, he is a freshman who just joined the team this year, with almost zero experience in major competitions compared to regular matches. He needs an experienced senior like Bing Ge to help him gradually adapt to the competition's atmosphere. But now that Bing Ge is gone, who will guide him? Tu Lei is even less reliable since his original position is small forward; having him play power forward is truly unfortunate. Wei Weiwei is a good rookie, but his proper role should be as a golden substitute rather than a core player in the starting lineup.
After arriving at school, we walked into the classroom without any expression on our faces. Shuai Dong and Pang Hao came over and seeing our expressions said, "Jie, A Fei is fine! It's okay to lose occasionally; we'll teach them a lesson next time." Shuai Dong started comforting us. A Fei quickly smiled at them: "Shuai Dong, Pang Hao, you misunderstood! We didn't lose; we defeated Wu Jieyun High School!" Upon hearing this, Shuai Dong let out a long sigh and tapped me on the chest: "If you won, why are you looking so gloomy? Who are you trying to scare?"
I didn't respond and walked back to my seat. For some reason, at that moment, I felt no joy from winning; instead, my heart felt heavy. Xia Ying tried to talk to me but I was absent-minded. Even on my way home after school that afternoon, I didn't say a word. As I was riding my bike with my head down on the road, I suddenly felt like I bumped into something. A Fei tugged at my shirt corner; I looked up to see a boy around our age carrying a backpack in front of me. "Oh, sorry classmate! I wasn't paying attention," I quickly apologized.
That classmate was quite generous; he brushed off the dirt from his pants with a smile: "It's fine! No harm done; everyone has moments when they zone out." I found this guy refreshing and asked him: "Hey there! What's your name?" He replied without hesitation: "Me? I'm Xie Zhinan, a sophomore at Liulin High School. What about you guys?"
What?! I forced a smile: "You're Xie Zhinan?" "Yeah! What's up?" Xie Zhinan responded. I continued asking him: "You're the one who pursued Xia Ying, right?" Xie Zhinan looked completely shocked, his eyes wide open before awkwardly scratching his head: "How does everyone know about this... Hehe, not to hide it from you guys; actually, I still like Xia Ying—it's unrequited love..."
I felt my blood boil again; my previously bad mood exploded completely due to Xie Zhinan's revelation. "I scoffed and threw my bike down before swinging a punch at Xie Zhinan's face." He was instantly knocked down by my sudden blow. A Fei hurriedly dropped his bike and rushed over to hug me: "Jie! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"
"A Fei! Don't stop me! I'm going to beat this shameless bastard!" I'd lost all rationality by now. Xie Zhinan shook his head vigorously before slowly standing up; wiping the blood from his mouth calmly he said in a low voice: "Why did you hit me? Give me one reason; otherwise, I won't let you off!" "You dare ask me why?! Do you know who I am?" I struggled against A Fei's hold forcefully trying to break free. "Who are you? Even if you're Obama's son, you can't hit someone for no reason!" Xie Zhinan's words were powerful enough for me to stop struggling as I said slowly: "Xie Zhinan, listen carefully—I am Xia Ying's boyfriend—Xiang Jie!"
Xie Zhinan paused for a moment before regaining his composure: "So what? You're her boyfriend; I'm her good friend—there's no contradiction." A Fei was completely confused: "What exactly is going on here? Do you know each other or not? Is there enmity or not?! Why do you start fighting just because of names?!" Xie Zhinan stepped closer to me: "I'll let this punch slide today; treat Xia Ying well or else I can't guarantee what will happen next." He turned around and walked away. "What?! Say that again!" As I listened to him wanting to rush up for an argument again—"Hey! Jie! Can you stop being childish? Xie Zhinan isn't provoking or saying anything bad towards you—calm down and think about it!" A Fei forcibly held me down while speaking to me.
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