My Sister is Very Obsessive

By the time I got to the South playground, it was almost eight o'clock.

There were quite a few people in the entire South playground, and there were surprisingly many female classmates who were rarely seen here today.

Of course, most of the girls came to cheer on the team of their own class.

The order of the game should have been set a few days ago, just wait for the referee to enter the field, and then announce the start.

I stood on the edge of the court and looked up, but I didn't see anyone I knew, and I didn't see anyone who wanted to ask.

It is estimated that there should be in the group, I thought, so I opened the QQ group of the class, and after searching for a long time, I found an uncertain answer.

It was asked by a classmate in the class. He was not sure if it was in the No. 8 venue, and no one answered him.

So I took the idea of ​​giving it a try and walked to the No. 8 venue.

From a distance, I saw Liu Xiang wearing a jersey and knee pads.

This tall, sturdy man from southern Hunan was carrying basketball and shooting under the basket with his teammates to warm up.

And the classmates in the same class are also around the edge of the stadium, scattered in a mess, it seems that they are not so much here to cheer, they are better to watch the fun.

The boys get together in twos and threes. Those who know basketball will talk about basketball together, and those who don’t understand will talk about games together. Anyway, everyone has their own circles and their own topics.

I don't have many acquaintances in the class, but there should be quite a few people who know me. After all, I have been sitting with Xia Xiaoman and Shen Liuli in every class this week.

Xia Xiaoman is okay to say, after all, she is not the kind of girl who can't take their eyes off of her.

But Shenliu Li is!

So, I guess, in the class, most of the students may know my name.

Although many people know me, it does not mean that someone will take the initiative to come up and talk to me.

After all, the post-1995 generation now ignores everything except mobile phones and friends.

It would be better if no one took the initiative to talk to me. If someone suddenly came over and pulled me enthusiastically and talked to me, I would be embarrassed because I had nothing to say.

With a slight smile on my face, I bypassed my classmates and walked to the midfield line.

And Liu Xiang, who was shooting for a warm-up, also saw me and nodded to me with a smile. Of course, I also nodded in return.

I stood there alone, with my head lowered, and lightly stepping on the small stones on the ground with my feet. I felt quite bored, and had the urge to turn and leave, but in the end I held back.

Just as I was stepping on the fine pebbles and writing and drawing on the ground with my feet, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

When he looked out, it was Xia Xiaoman who called, so the boredom in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, Miss Xia, is something wrong?"

"Which venue?"

The practical girl's tone was a little impatient.

"Number eight!"

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a beeping busy tone on the phone.

I looked down at my phone and shook my head with a smile, this guy is getting more and more unreasonable.

Don't ask her to say "bye" to me, at least I answered her question, and she also gave me a response like 'oh' and 'um' to let me know she got it!

Soon, Xia Xiaoman came over on his sister's bright yellow bicycle.

She rode her bike straight towards me, and although I knew she wouldn't hit me, I couldn't help but give in.

With a squeak, the bicycle stopped firmly beside me, Xia Xiaoman rode on the bicycle on one foot, turned his head and looked at me complainingly,

"Called us here, but he didn't tell me which venue it was in, and no one answered the questions in the group. I was mad at me."

Angry too? I looked at the **** the bicycle with a speechless expression. The sun shone on her face from the front, and it seemed that it couldn't melt her cold little face.

"Are you angry about such a small thing?"

"It was, I didn't want to come!"

Xia Xiaoman stared at me with bulging eyes, with an angry look on his face,

"If it wasn't to pick you up, do you think I would come?"

I thought to myself that I didn't let you pick me up! But now the practical girl is getting angry, if I dare to say that, it will be killing me.

So, I had to laugh and soothe her,

"It's okay, it's okay, I found it now, don't worry, the game hasn't started yet."

Xia Xiaoman didn't say anything more, but turned his head away, took a deep breath, and then began to look at the players and venues.

I stood by the side, and asked with no words to say,

"Where's classmate Shen Liuli, didn't she come with you?"

"Go back!" Xia Xiaoman's voice was very soft, "I left yesterday afternoon."

"Didn't she say before that if there is nothing wrong in the future, she won't go home?"

"How do I know, don't keep asking me about everything, if you're so curious, go ask her!"

Xia Xiaoman seemed a little impatient to be asked by me, and even the tone of his speech seemed a bit aggressive.

I know she's in a bad mood right now, so I don't blame her, I just smiled awkwardly, then turned my eyes to the court, and said nothing.

Our class's opponent seems to be class 12.

They wore bright red jerseys, and one of them was a big fat man who was tall and strong. It was conservatively estimated that he was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed at least in his early 200s.

For others, it is more common.

After watching it for a while, I found one of the short and thin guys. His dribbling skills are very skilled and flexible, and many of his movements give people an elegant feeling, just like dancing in the street.

I have only seen such skilled dribbling skills in my close friend Wu Lingfeng, known as the 'Twisted Man'.

Fortunately, his ability to throw the ball seems to be very poor. I carefully observed him for a while, and he threw a total of six balls.

Just when I was about to take a closer look at other people, I was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

I turned my head away.

Tang Wenxin, who was standing behind me, gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to me with a smile,

"Shen Le, do me a favor and carry two pieces of mineral water with me!"

I nodded lightly, then turned around, looked him up and down, and found that he was also wearing the same white basketball uniform as the players on the court, so I asked curiously,

"Are you going to play too?"

Tang Wenxin chuckled and shook his head, pulled the white short-sleeved T-shirt under his jersey, and smiled at me,

"I'm just a backup, just a bench player for the class."

I smiled slightly, but I didn't really believe what he said.

Although Tang Wenxin is usually gentle, but every time I face him, I always unconsciously have the illusion that he seems to be omnipotent.

"Come on, let's go get the water."

Saying that, Tang Wenxin smiled and patted my shoulder, then took the front and left.