"Good ball!"
On the playground, the figure in the center of the students' sight jumped up high. After a beautiful action, the basketball curved gracefully into the basket.
What a three-point goal.
"Brother Shen, you are a bull!"
"Too strong!"
"How handsome."
Shen Yicheng, a top two student in experimental No.1 middle school, is one of the best and far behind in every exam, at least 50 points. He is 1.86 meters tall and doesn't need to say his appearance. He has been watched by star scouts since he was carried out by his mother when he was three years old. Up to now, star scouts still ask him whether he can enter the entertainment industry from time to time. He has a rich family, which is worthy of the name.
No doubt, in everyone's eyes, Shen Yicheng is a perfect person.
When the class bell rang, Shen Yicheng waved his hand and threw the basketball directly to the students beside the basketball basket, shouting from afar, "help me put it down, thank you."
Yang Zeyu ran directly over to hook Shen Yicheng's shoulder, "where to go after school?"
"Go home."
"No?" Yang Zeyu exclaimed, "do you have any plans for the weekend tomorrow?"
"No
Because of Shen Yicheng's old-fashioned style, Yang Zeyu turned his lips helplessly.
If there is anything wrong with the perfect school draft, it must be in the time plan.
Shen Yicheng's plan is no plan, his academic performance is so good, but he doesn't want to enter the University, he can do everything, but he doesn't have a favorite hobby, what he does gives people the feeling that he should do, so he does it. Playing basketball is also a kind of entertainment because it should be done in physical education, so he does it.
In fact, many people are like this. As a student, your parents want you to study all the time, so you start to study. Today's course is arranged in this way. You have to follow the course today.
But the difference between Shen Yicheng and others is that he can do the best in one thing, even if he doesn't like or have a special obsession with these things. So he is not as good as ordinary people.
However, Yang Zeyu would be the first one to refuse to say that he relied entirely on talent.
Maybe he really has some small talents, but Yang Zeyu knows how hard Shen Yicheng works. Shen Yicheng thinks that he should study, so he will stay in the classroom for a whole day without going out. He works harder than anyone else, and naturally he will be better than them.
"Don't go back tonight. The monitor's birthday. Are you going to the party tonight?"
Shen Yicheng thought about it for a while, and Yang Zeyu began to lobby. "If you don't go to the monitor, you will be sad. If all the students in the class are here, you will not be there. She must think you have any opinions on her. Anyway, you have nothing to do."
"All right." Shen Yicheng elbowed Yang Zeyu for a moment, "loosen up, it's hot."
Shen Yicheng and Yang Zeyu have just finished playing. They sweat a lot and their skin is hot.
Yang Zeyu looked at Shen Yicheng's tight muscles under his short sleeves and the smooth curve of his lower legs. He couldn't help but smack his tongue enviously. "Ah, are you secretly exercising at home?"
Shen Yicheng didn't know why, so he looked at him, "No."
Then he found that Yang Zeyu's eyes were more resentful.
"I don't believe it. You can have such good muscles sitting there every day?" Yang Zeyu said that he was eager to try. He even wanted to reach out and touch the muscle. It was true or false.
Not surprisingly, Shen Yicheng slapped him open.