MTL - If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will?-Chapter 1 The bald head is not my fault

I hugged my basketball and looked up at the ball with anger and anger. It stands proudly and proudly, and it is hard to move, but it is harder to hit than a moving target. I just voted a total of ten goals, nine of them are three, and the other is fortunate enough to hit the backboard, but after rebounding, I reached my own head...

It seems that basketball is a good tool for self-abuse. Although I don't like self-abuse, I endure it for the bonus of hundreds of dollars.

The school’s basketball club will hold a shooting competition next week, in which a women’s team will be set up, with a prize of 500 in the first place. I am a person who loves money and lacks money. Like a banana tree in the desert, I need the irrigation of money. So for the huge sum of five hundred pieces, I am happy to sign up.

However, at this time, I looked at the glamorous and noble ball frame, it was a bit venting.

Suddenly, a basketball came from a distant three-point line, like a navigation device, and left the basket without hesitation.

Hollow!

I looked back in shock and wanted to see which way the gods came to chill me. Then I was bright, my blushing heartbeat, and the adrenaline surge...

In short, I have a physiological phenomenon that a standard flower idiot will appear.

Because this person is a Luzi key.

Who is Lu Zijian? The basketball captain of the School of Chemistry is tall, handsome, polite, and a student cadre. He also won a first-class scholarship last year... In short, Lu Zijian is a person who uses it.

Therefore, it is normal for me to send a flower idiot at this time.

Then I saw another person behind Lu Zijian, Zhong Yuan. So I gave him a sly look.

I hate Zhong Yuan, deeply.

There are more and more people playing basketball, and the venue is obviously not enough. So everyone is rushing and squeezing. Whether you know it or not, it is normal for two or three people to share a venue. Now, I am fortunate to share a venue with Lu Zijian, unfortunately, there is also Zhong Yuan.

I stared at the back of Zhong Yuan, meditation in my heart, burning it, my little universe!

Then I picked up the basketball and slammed it at him.

Zhong Yuan glared at the back of his head and turned to look at me with a frown. I spread my hand and smiled. "Sorry, my hand is slippery."

Then I picked up the basketball, cast it for a while, and started burning my little universe...

I found that my man's technique is actually good. Although the shooting is not accurate, but Zhong Zhongyuan, one by one.

So long after, Zhong Yuan's white jersey turned into a flower jersey.

Lu Zijian, who has been concentrating on playing the game, finally found this problem. He looked at Zhong Yuan and said inexplicably: "Zhong Yuan, are you not very clean? How is the clothes dirty?"

Zhong Yuan did not answer, and looked up and smiled and glanced at me.

I confessed to Zhong Yuan’s eyes with guilty conscience, and said to Lu Zijian with a smile: "Hello brother Lu, I am Muer from the School of Chemistry."

Lu Zijian said with a smile: "Hello, freshman?"

I nodded hard and looked at him with red eyes.

Lu Zijian was a little embarrassed to stare at me. He smiled again and suddenly said, "You have a good hair style, very personality, huh, huh..."

I touched my bald head, which was a few days old, and I felt a sense of sadness.

The bald head is not my fault.

A long time ago, it was about two weeks ago, when I also had a long flowing hair. However, who can think of a gamble, they are silently changing their destiny...

The previous school-level basketball competition was in full swing. Although I was not interested in basketball, I was very interested in handsome guys, especially guys like Lu Zijian, tall, sunny, handsome, gentle, and a little bit sloppy. Oh, thick... In short, everything he likes, including his wheat-colored skin. I like boys to be a little bit darker, so that is enough for men. If a man grows as white as Zhong Yuan, then the whole world must mourn for him.

In the words of the basketball game at that time, the School of Chemistry was tenaciously advanced to the finals under the leadership of Lu Zijian, and the school that is about to compete with the Chemistry College is Zhongyuan’s management school.

At that time, the school's flower idiots were almost divided into two camps, quite a chemistry school, basically rushing to Luzijian, and quite a management school, it is directed at Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuan likes to be mysterious. He didn't play in the group stage. In the knockout stage, he only played in the quarter-final for the last two minutes, locking the game.

Many people praised Zhong Yuan as a god, as if he was Kobe's reincarnation (guilty, Kobe is still dead ==), but I don't think so. Anyway, the land bond is the strongest, the land button is impeccable, the land button ... will win!

However, within the Institute of Chemistry, there is such a small force, it is quite a bell school, and three of the backbones are the bosses and fourths of our bedroom (a total of four people in our bedroom). In those days, I and I often had a lot of trouble with the Lu Zhong question. In the end, I turned to the long flowing hair of my head and said to them three: "If the management school can win, I will Shave your hair!"

Later, I really shaved my hair...

The scene on the final day was very hot. I squeezed into the crowd and shouted "Lu Zijian refueling" and shouted that the voice was dumb. One minute before the end of the game, the Chemistry Institute was five points ahead. I shook my fist and it seems that the School of Management has gone.

Then, the School of Management requested a substitution, and Zhong Yuan played.

Then, Zhong Yuan successively scored three three-pointers.

That's right, it's three, three points, in the last minute.

I have good reason to believe that Zhong Yuan was a ghost at the time...

But regardless of the reason, the outcome is fixed. The School of Management won, and the powerful Lu Zijian was defeated by a ghostly bell.

So the next day, I went to the hairdressing salon and took a bald head under the eyes of three women. When the barber heard my request, my eyes were straight.

This is roughly the case, because Zhong Yuan, my idol did not win the championship; because Zhong Yuan, I became a bald head.

You said, can I not hate him?

......

At this moment, I was a little embarrassed to touch my bald head, and then took the cap hanging on the basketball hoop and put it on.

My face is thick, and after shaving my head, I often sway into and out of various places. I don’t feel awkward at all. It was the three guys who pretended to be good people. They felt that they were doing too much, and they negotiated to buy me a wig. At that time, I waved them with a big hand to tell them: Free, you invited me to have a meal, I haven’t eaten hot pot for a long time...

Although my face is thick, but Lu Zijian is also my idol, in the face of idols, of course, I must maintain a good image, to be reserved. So I put on my hat and covered the bald head, then smiled at Luzijian and said, "Lue brother, I am going to participate in the shooting game next week. Can you teach me?" I firmly believe that I smile back, if I match it. Black and beautiful hair can also be bright and moving, but now... cough, forget it, I have no idea, or entangle the land button to get some benefits, if I can really get his advice, At that time, you will be able to sweep a piece in the shooting contest and take prizes like a bag...

Lu Zijian patted the basketball and smiled and nodded. I have long heard that Lu Shixiong’s temper is easy-going, and it’s true that it’s a name, so I started to look at my eyes again.

At this moment, my ear suddenly chilled and said: "I really admire your confidence."

I turned my head and found that Zhong Yuan looked at me, his mouth was slightly upturned, and he couldn't stop ridiculing as if he was watching a joke.

I glanced at him and then ran to the side of Lu Zijian.

Despise the little white face! Despise the ghost upper body!

......

I looked at the sweat from the forehead of Lu Zijian, and laughed on the dog's leg: "Lue brother, I invite you to drink water."

Lu Zijian said with a smile: "How nice it is."

"Don't, Lu brother, don't you see me, I want to thank you today." I said as I walked into the cold drink shop near the stadium.

I took off three cans of cola, hid in the corner and shook a can of one of them, then took it to the checkout counter.

From the cold drink shop, I handed a can of Coke to Lu Zijian. He smiled and said thank you to me.

Then I held another can of specially treated cola and handed it to the front of Zhong Yuan. He said with a smile: "Just... I can’t help it."

Zhong Yuan glanced at me and took over Coke.

I turned around and opened Coke and sipped, looking forward to turning back and seeing how Zhongyuan was irrigated by Coke.

However, I waited for a long time, and did not wait for any movement, but I waited for a word from Lu Zijian. He said, "Hey, why don't you drink Zhong Zhong, are you not thirsty?"

I was shocked and turned to look at Zhong Yuan, he would not find it...

At this time, Zhong Yuan held Coke and said faintly: "My hand was injured and I couldn't open it."

"You don't say it early." Lu Zijian said, eager to put his cola into the arms of Zhong Yuan, and then grabbed him...

I want to stop him, but it's too late. With the sound of "Peng", Lu Zijian's face was full of brown liquid, and many colas splashed on his clothes...

I bowed my head and cried, and carbon dioxide was a kind of gas that could not be underestimated>_<

At this time, Lu Zijian wiped his face and complained: "Zhong Yuan, you even like to play this kind of childish joke."

I sneaked into Zhongyuan, and he was staring at me. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be light in his eyes. As soon as I saw his eyes, the soles of the feet inexplicably chilled, as if all the bad things I had done had been seen through...

Illusion must be an illusion. I turned my face to look at him, attached to the landing sub-key, and said with a guilty voice: "Yes, Master Zhong, you are really interesting. This game I didn't play after I was ten years old, huh, hehehe..."

Zhong Yuan didn't talk, still looked at me like a smile.

I was staring at him, and licking out the paper towel to help Luzi key wipe, while rubbing and rubbing to Lu Zijian said: "Lu Shixiong, do you guess that the brothers will blame this thing on me? "

Lu Zijian shook his head: "Don't say that, Zhong Yuan is not such a person."

I didn't dare to look at Zhong Yuan. While I lowered my head and helped Luzi to wipe the cola on my body, I was half-baked and charming. "Let brother, can I help you wash your clothes?"

Lu Zijian shook his head politely: "No need."

"You don't think you should wash my clothes for me?" It is the voice of Zhong Yuan.

I quickly glanced at his flower jersey and smiled slyly at Luzi Key: "Looking at Lu Shixiong, Zhong Shijing is really joking."

Lu Zijian was confused by my smile and quickly stood up and said justice: "Zhong Yuan, you usually bully me and bully me, don't bully the schoolmates."

I twisted my face and faced Zhong Yuan and spit out my tongue. Looking at Zhongyuan’s sullen look that I couldn’t tell, I suddenly felt a lot more happy.

Later, I recalled it and found that in the history of my confrontation with Zhong Yuan, this time seems to be my only victory.