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    Entering November, the rhythm of this semester of Eighteenth Middle School seems to be fully up.  The mid-term exam and the sports meeting all came unexpectedly, the sports meeting was in the middle of the month, the mid-term exam was at the end of the month, and it was a "three-school joint exam", that is, the 11th, 13th, and 18th middle schools.  Of course, Cheng Zhanpeng himself is still very inclined to play with Dongou Middle School again.

    It's just a pity that low coffee is low coffee, no matter how decent your upward momentum looks, but as long as you haven't produced really hard results, the power of rules in the system will not give you  You give any preferential treatment, and even step on your feet from time to time, so that you can put yourself in the right position.

    This kind of feeling not only affects Cheng Zhanpeng and No. 18 Middle School at present, but Jiang Sen himself experienced it very meticulously when he climbed up in his previous life.  If you write 600,000 words per month, 30,000 words will inevitably be deleted. No matter what kind of cat or dog, you can take the above-mentioned documents that don't exist at all, and make various discretionary decisions on him, making him want to die.

    It's as if you are struggling to run up a few steps, and the upper part will fly down and kick you back.  When it comes to the degree of psychological damage and will-strengthening coefficient of this kind of behavior to Jiang Sen, the external commentary on the damage is simply drizzle.

    Internal factors determine the development of things, and the factors that can really kill a person and a force always come from within.

    Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's an enemy pretending to be my own.

    Jiang Sen occasionally recalled the years before he really became popular, and felt that the biggest difficulty was neither the direct loss of income and data, nor the wasted a lot of time and energy, nor even the huge emotional pressure caused by it.  .

    But these negative effects that he can digest by himself are actually nothing.

    What really gave him a glimpse of despair was that Jiang Sen discovered that this problem was almost impossible to solve.  The only way out is to climb to the top of the pyramid in a real sense and make yourself one of the most powerful practitioners in the world.

    This also means that he must stand out from the millions in the industry.

    Otherwise, if you don't reach this step, you will inevitably be under the palm of your hand and play with it.

    It's not easy to get to this point.  Times, opportunities, luck, and even the help of noble people are indispensable.  In contrast, personal hard work and personal talent are only the most basic elements.  To put it simply, it is a genius in the absolute sense, who puts in 100% of his efforts, and only then has a 1% possibility of being able to break free from this bondage.

    But for those cats and dogs, they only need to lightly point their fingers, and they can make any genius rise to heaven in minutes.

    This is the real society.

    Everyone's life, every step of climbing up, is faced with difficulties in forming a system, a scale, and an organization.

    Just like Jiang Sen heard a very simple sentence from an elder in his previous life: "What is society? Society is level by level, level by level, it's that simple." If you want to climb a level, you have to shed at least a few layers of skin.  And even if you go up, you may not be able to stand firm all the time.

    "So as a human being, how can you not work hard, and you will die if you don't work hard!" Jiang Sen woke up at one o'clock in the noon, and immediately took advantage of this time to rush to the teacher's office.  In between classes, I asked Teacher Doudou for a physics problem in the first year of high school.

    The obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse.

    Jiang Sen felt as if he had died if he didn't get ten A's in the HKCEE.

    Recently, he took an hour-long nap at noon, and his physical condition has recovered slightly.  In the final analysis, the key problem is lack of sleep.  The body hadn't recovered the day before, and then the next day I immediately put on more pounds and more pounds. If things go on like this, ghosts can't bear it.  And since the showdown with Lao Qiu, Jiang Sen's arrangement of school time has become much more flexible.

    In order to survive, he bargained with every teacher on the grounds that "training and competitions are very busy".

    In the end, apart from English teacher Ye Yanmei, politics teacher Zhang Xuefen and history teacher Shi Lili also agreed to his request to make papers instead of homework.  However, there are differences between these three. Teacher Ye and Zhang Xuefen absolutely believed in Jiang Sen's level and self-discipline. Shi Lili, an old fritter, simply had a lot of experience in the world.

    It's a shitty thing, so what if you agree?  Anyway, whether the grades are good or bad is the student's own business. If Jiang Sen's historical grades go down, does it have anything to do with her?  She's just a wage earner!

    Therefore, in comparison, Xia Xiaolin and this group of young teachers are really responsible to the end.  For the other six subjects, including Zheng Rongrong's chemistry class, no one promised Jiang Sen not to do homework, and his attitude was very firm.

    ??In the second half, Lao Qiu watched the half-asleep and half-awake Jiang Sen enter the field with great entanglement, and complained in his heart that if Jiang Sen could play the whole game, this situation would be impossible now.  At the very least, the game should also be able to bite tightly.

    "Not bad, the semi-finals are fine." Zeng Youcai was quite optimistic, and he also accepted his fate. He was already satisfied with this result, "If we lose this round, we can still fight for third place"

    "What third place do you want?" Jiang Sen turned his head and smiled at Lao Qiu, "Today is not enough."

    After finishing speaking, he took a short breath, touched his chest, and walked up

    On this day, in the second half of the match between Eighteenth High School and Dongou No. 2 High School, the situation changed suddenly.  Jiang Sen did what he said, and he didn't care what happened after he went on the court, and he just let go.  Forcibly retaining the physical strength for the last 20 minutes, it was completely released just like when Jiang Abao hunted him down in the mountains that day.  In the first ten minutes, Jiang Senli made a sudden outside shot, tearing the opponent's defense to pieces.

    Those so-called special recruits are actually nothing more than that, and they are not professional athletes. As long as they pass the mental test, they will play no differently from the field.  The scores of the two teams were pulled back within ten minutes. Luo Beikong and Hu Qi also defended desperately, helping Jiang Sen pick and roll, marking, and giving Jiang Sen room for one-on-one duels.  The fierce scene made the hundreds of home spectators of Dongou No. 2 High School on the scene look like they were watching an international game, and even fisted their fists hard.  No one knew where Jiang Sen came from. The Dongou No. 2 High School players who had been playing in the city for a long time were caught off guard by Jiang Sen.

    "Secret weapon!" Eighteenth High School chased the score down to 4 points, and with less than 3 minutes left, the coach of Dongou No. 2 High School pretended to be calm and called a timeout to arrange tactics.

    Jiang Sen returned to the scene, as if his fingertips were numb from the beating.

    Hypoxia.

    "Fuck, do you feel like a slam dunk?" Jiang Sen asked Luo Beikong with a smile.

    Luo Beikong asked back: "Are you fucking okay?"

    "Is there anything a man can't say?" Jiang Sen straightened up, picked up the mineral water bottle, took a sip of water, and muttered, "Lao Luo, I only play this game in my life. This champion, I say it's me."  Yes, that¡¯s mine. I didn¡¯t have the strength yesterday, so I didn¡¯t have a choice, but today, winning or losing depends on those kids.¡±

    Jiang Sen looked at the other side with bright eyes.

    The spirits of Luo Beikong and the others were immediately boosted by Jiang Sen's soaring aura.

    After a few seconds, the pause ends.

    The players from both sides returned to the court, and all the members of the Eighteenth Middle School were already burning in the small universe.

    On the other hand, Dongou No. 2 Gao, who is used to playing against the wind, is completely confused in his heart even though he has just finished setting up his tactics.

    ? As soon as the ball was kicked off, Jiang Sen immediately made a steal, sprinting forward with only the basket in his eyes.

    As soon as he passed the letting go player in front of him in disguise, the moment he kicked his feet, he felt like his body was floating, almost at the height of a dunk, rubbed his fingertips against the basket, and put the ball firmly into the basket.

    "Meng Bureau! Meng Bureau, look!" Sitting on the sidelines, Director Gao was hysterical with excitement.

    Two minutes later, the referee blew his whistle.

    At the last moment of the game, Jiang Sen blocked the gods and scored 6 points alone. In the second half, he came off the bench and contributed 24 points. The Eighteenth High School narrowly won by 2 points again.

    Zeng Youcai sat under the stage, dumbfounded.

    As soon as Jiang Sen came out of the field, he immediately lay down on the bench beside the field, panting as if he was dying.

    His hands and feet were cold, his whole body was numb, his fingertips were purple, and his lips were cyanotic.

    Hearing the cheers of Luo Beikong and the others, he seemed to feel that his soul was separated from his body, and his consciousness was also wandering outside his body.  But even so, what he thinks in his mind is still: go back to sleep in the afternoon, and he can code another 10,000 words at night</div&gt
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