Today's weather was pretty good. The sky was blue and the clouds were white. The sun shone through the clouds, giving the usually gloomy No.1 Middle School a rare bright and beautiful atmosphere.
The names of the three basketball teams were decided. Including the substitutes, each of the seven classes would send three people, making a total of twenty-one people.
The twenty-one people would be divided into three teams. Team One would play against Team Two, Team Two would play against Team Three, and Team One would play against Team Three. There was no competition for points. It was all for the sake of spectating. The school emphasized that winning or losing wasn't important. Looking good was the most important.
Each of the three teams would choose a captain with the best stamina and skills. According to the school's request, both sides would try their best to create highlight moments for their captains. After all, the higher-ups couldn't understand basketball. At most, they could understand dribbling and dunking. That was why they had a good impression of No.1 Middle School.
So naturally, Zong Jiu, who had the most outstanding appearance, was crowned as the captain of Team Two.
Team One's captain was No.2 Fan Zhuo. Team Three's captain was No.8 The Dark Wizard. Because of the physical requirements, most of the members of the three teams were half-vampires. This gave Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo a lot of room to shine. They didn't have to worry about the plan not being executed properly.
The only variable was The Dark Wizard.
However, Dark Magi didn't care much about the affairs of the Magi. They were usually cold and silent.
No.2 gave him a good evaluation. Although his methods were unpredictable, he wasn't a pure bad guy. Moreover, as the leader of the two major forces, the Night people and the Witches' Association had cooperated a lot in the Infinite Loop. So, Fan Zhuo was in charge of communicating with The Dark Wizard. Zong Jiu wasn't sure how they communicated. In the end, although The Dark Wizard didn't join them, he agreed to not be a hindrance.
Zong Jiu was like a shopkeeper who didn't do anything. Every day, he would study and sleep. On the last day, he would agree to a secret signal and decide that there was no problem. That was very worry-free.
After the third class in the morning, all the trainees returned to the dormitory to wash up.
When the leaders inspected the dormitory in the afternoon, their lunch break was ruthlessly taken away. The trainees were all required to dress neatly in the morning. They were checked one by one by the dormitory manager before they could leave the dormitory.
The public bathhouse was packed with people, and as far as the eye could see, it was a sea of white trainees showering.
The dormitory manager's inspection was quite strict. If one's mental state was found to be not up to standard, they would have to go back to the factory again. However, if they didn't arrive at the field within the stipulated time, everyone who was still in the dormitory would be given a demerit. It was precisely because of this that everyone was doing their best to clear themselves, striving to pass in one go.
Fortunately, Dorm 101 had its own bathroom.
Zong Jiu was delayed for a while. When he got back to the dormitory, the others were still bathing, so he took a book and sat on the bed to read while waiting.
When Fan Zhuo returned, he was carrying several brand-new cloth bags.
"Basketball uniform."
He waved his hand and threw the two sets of basketball jerseys onto the upper and lower bunks.
A pale hand reached out from the lower bunk and firmly caught the cloth bags.
Zong Jiu on the upper bunk untied the knot and found an ordinary black-and-white basketball uniform inside.
After he finished bathing and changed his clothes, Zong Jiu stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.
The young man was tall and slender. His white hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of his head. There was still steam around him that hadn't completely evaporated, making his eyebrows and eyes hazy and his lips shimmering.
In contrast, his slightly loose clothes and slender, pale limbs were the only things that stood out.
Zong Jiu walked a few steps on the spot and found that the basketball uniform on his body was empty and swaying back and forth.
"Are the basketball uniforms all one-size-fits-all?"
"Should be."
Fan Zhuo took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the outline of his lean waist. He gestured to the white-haired youth from a distance.
The half-vampire was tall and the uniform fit him perfectly. The pants didn't even go past his knees.
Zong Jiu turned his head and looked a little depressed.
He didn't know if No.2 was born with his height of nearly two meters or if it was forcibly lengthened after he turned into a vampire. In short, standing in front of him with his height of 1.8 meters made him feel defeated.
Not to mention No.1, even The Dark Wizard was a little taller than him. No wonder the statistics were all one-size-fits-all. Maybe the entire uniform had been lengthened by Fan Zhuo alone.
Through the reflection in the mirror, a pair of green eyes looked away as if nothing had happened.
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On the field, the trainees who passed the verification took their seats one by one.
In order to increase the atmosphere of the basketball game, everyone was arranged to sit in a circle around the basketball court, surrounded by three layers of people on the inside and three on the outside.
Many trainees felt a chill run down their spines when they thought about how many lives had been lost on the concrete floor where their butts were stuck to.
Each class's homeroom teacher stood in front of each class and tirelessly repeated the things that they needed to pay attention to when the leaders came for inspection.
"If you are called upon to answer questions, no negative answers that are harmful to the school are allowed. Actively cooperate with the leaders. If you are asked about the curriculum, No.1 Middle School has two periods of physical education, one period of art, one period of music, and one period of computer science. There are also free activities and clubs between classes … "
The main system turned on the camera in the live broadcast room and made the bullet screen sigh.
[When I saw this, I was reminded of my high school days. At that time, one of my classmates called the Education Bureau to report that they were making up lessons during the summer vacation. In the end, the remedial classes were suspended, and the classmate was also expelled when school started … Generally, the school's higher-ups have some connections with the Education Bureau. They were able to find out who made the call, and then we all obediently made up lessons.]
[Sigh, this is too real. It was the same for us. Back then, all the classes were taken by other teachers, but every time there was an inspection or interview, we had to talk about how rich our activities were between classes.]
[Quick, quick, quick, don't look here. Look at the other side. Not only is there a beautiful magician, but there is also No.10 leading the cheerleading team. I'm dying of laughter on the spot.]
The trainees were listening to the teacher's lecture, and the trainees preparing for the basketball match were also doing warm-up exercises on the field.
Tokumon stood to the side with his head drooped, holding two colored balls in his hands.
In addition to the basketball players, every class in the grade also had to draw lots to choose a cheerleader. Tokumon was naturally very lucky, and he was forced to take on the role of cheerleader.
The bullet screen was about to go crazy with laughter. They took screenshots like crazy, praising the Yin Yang Master for his seductive movements.
Zong Jiu bent down, and his basketball uniform slid down. He felt a chill on his chest.
The referee blew the whistle.
The first basketball match was between Team One and Team Three. Zong Jiu, the captain of Team Two, stood to the side and watched.
Speaking of which, although the Dark Wizard usually covered himself in a large black robe, after changing into a basketball uniform, other than his skin being too pale, he actually looked skinny when he wore clothes, but when he took off his clothes, he was actually quite muscular. He was agile and light when he ran.
Not long after, a strange sound came from the dusty school gates.
The cement chains were chiseled open, and the school's higher-ups, who had been waiting at the school gates, immediately rushed over with smiles on their faces, nodding and bowing as they walked.
Many trainees turned their heads to look.
Unsurprisingly, the higher-ups who came to inspect were also faceless.
Zong Jiu glanced at them, then looked away.
He glanced at the No. 1 student standing in front of Class 9 from across the basketball court, and his heart calmed down slightly.
He and Fan Zhuo's plan had involved Tokumon, a supernatural big shot, in their plans. As long as they didn't deliberately sabotage it, it would be flawless.
Just as Zong Jiu was deep in thought, a pre-rehearsed applause came from the square of trainees.
The black camera was aimed at the basketball court, faithfully recording the exhibition match.
Not far away, the principal was beaming as he explained to the higher-ups, "You came at the perfect time. Our school is holding a basketball match today. Look, the students are all watching it on the field."
It just so happened that the faceless cameraman was holding the camera and randomly interviewing a few trainees.
Although the trainees' faces were distorted and they almost vomited last night's dinner, when faced with the camera, everyone's words were extravagant and extravagant.
The higher-ups were very satisfied. "Not bad, No.1 Middle School has always been a school that we have high hopes for."
They collectively looked at the faceless trainees who had been specially arranged to be at the front of each class, and their faces were full of surprise. "Your school has unexpectedly cultivated such outstanding students at such an early age. It's not easy for them to become pillars of society in the future."
This time, the evaluation was high, and the funding from the higher-ups was at least doubled. The teachers in charge couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.
At that moment, the referee blew his whistle, signaling the end of the match between No.1 and No.3.
The two teams high-fived each other. The half-vampires didn't show any signs of sweating, and they didn't even pant. Especially No. 2. His expression didn't change, and his heart didn't beat fast. He didn't look like a player who had been dunked several times.
Next was the match between No.1 and No.2.
"Both team captains, shake hands."
Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo walked to the front and shook hands.
The two of them looked at each other one last time, and walked back to the two teams with their backs to each other.
Under the blue sky, white clouds, and bright sunshine, the reddish-brown basketball was tossed high in the air.
Both teams were putting on a show by passing the ball back and forth. You scored one goal, I scored another. It looked very intense, and the score was quite close.
During the halftime break, Zong Jiu walked to the side, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and wiped his face, revealing a pale waist.
Although it was an exhibition match, for the sake of effect, his running and posture were really exaggerated. He also sweated a little.
Under the nourishment of the cold mineral water, the young man's long and narrow eyebrows were even redder. Even his lips, which were close to the color of his hair, had some color.
He untied his hair tie and lowered his head. The cold spring water flowed down his wet hair and rolled to the ground drop by drop.
The next half of the game was the key to the plan.
In the distance, the principal had already brought the leaders over to introduce the game. No.1, who played the role of an excellent teacher NPC, also applauded coldly.
A faceless leader happened to look over. "Why is there a student with dyed hair on the field?"
At this moment, everyone turned to look in that direction.
The back of the figure on the basketball court was wearing a simple black and white basketball uniform. Because the figure was too slender and thin, most of the clothes seemed to be empty and fluttering in the wind. His long white hair was tied up with a hair tie, and the ends of the hair fell to the back of his waist. It swayed with the owner's movements, like a sprite running and jumping on the grassland.
"Pass it to me!"
Zong Jiu stretched out his hand and gestured for his teammate to pass the ball to him.
In the next second, the young man caught the ball from afar and easily dodged the opponent's pursuit. With a shovel step, he suddenly exerted strength in his calves and leaped high from the ground.
"Dong —"
The dark brown basketball flew out of his hand and accurately hit the backboard.
In the next second, it followed the ingenious force of the throw and landed precisely in the basket.
Three points!
Looking at this scene, the leader who had wanted to blame him suddenly stopped.
Regardless of whether it was an exhibition game or not, at least the ball went in. Moreover, the whole set of movements was smooth and beautiful. It was so beautiful that people could not bear to look away.
[Oh oh oh oh oh! Mama Magician loves you!]
[Giao, nice! Who would have thought that in the infinite loop, I would actually start to kowtow to him for real?]
[I'm dying of laughter. Albinos really have a bad reputation. They get accidentally hurt by dyed hair every time.]
After coming back to his senses, the school leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately explained, "The grey-haired student is of mixed race. As for the white-haired one …"
"It's a type of pigment deficiency."
The devil squinted his eyes and interrupted him. His tone was emotionless. "I've checked it myself."