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Volume 17: The Continuation of Rourou¡¯s Song and Dance 1996.8.- Chapter 683: Competition

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    "Xinbi, I really didn't expect you to eat in the restaurant." Ye Bihuang smiled.

    An Anbi wrinkled her nose and said, "What do you think? If my family is rich, I can't eat here."

    "No, no, I don't mean that, I just feel a little surprised." Ye Bihuang smiled, "I originally thought that only children like us who were born in poor families would be used to the food here, but I didn't expect that a rich lady like you would also  Can."

    "Pah." An Anbi threw a cucumber in his hand on the table and grunted, "Who is used to the food here? I come here on weekdays, which is good, but I only eat those meals and other things.  I don¡¯t even eat it. Not only is it unclean, but it tastes terrible. Besides, I don¡¯t come here often.¡±

    Ye Bihuang laughed and said: "This is normal, not bad." Ye Bihuang was not bored by An Xinbi's aggressive behavior. In Ye Bihuang's heart, she was a lively and active person who even liked to play tricks.  Girl, if she turned into a hard-working, gentle, elegant, submissive and calm girl, Ye Bihuang would be a little uncomfortable with it.

    "Xinbi, these are the fruits of the masters' labor. How can you throw them away casually?" Xiao Qiuruo looked at the cucumber broken into several pieces on the table with a distressed expression.

    Xiao Qiuruo used to live in too poverty. Her mother was bedridden at home. She not only had to take care of the house, wash and cook, but also go to school. It was good for her to be able to eat in the cafeteria. More often  I can only buy some food and cook it at home, and eating in the canteen feels expensive.

    Since the appearance of Ye Bihuang, Xiao Qiuruo's fate has been changed. Her mother's illness has been cured and the conditions at home have improved. She knows Ye Bihuang's abilities. He makes money very quickly and is very generous. Every time he takes her out  I have to buy a lot of clothes and food every time.

    Yesterday, Ye Bihuang gave her a credit card. There was a lot of money in it, and the many zeros were enough to dazzle her eyes.

    She took it, but she didn¡¯t dare or didn¡¯t want to spend it, so when she went shopping last night, she didn¡¯t buy a single piece of clothing.

    For some reason, she hoped that Ye Bihuang would be with her when she was spending money, so that he could watch. Otherwise, she would not feel at ease even if it was the money given to her by the other party. She felt more and more that her mother was right.  Only when you are financially independent can you be independent in personality, and only when you are independent in personality can you give complete love to others.

    ¡°I gave Ye Bihuang complete love, but did I really achieve what I thought in my heart, a high-quality girl, a girl who made Ye Bihuang talk about her, and her heart felt warm and full of love.

    " Xiao Qiuruo thought, but her movements were not slow, and she quickly finished all the rice in her rice bowl.

    "Okay, the three of us have finished eating. I also have something to do. You should do whatever you are supposed to do." Ye Bihuang held all the three people's rice bowls in his hands and walked towards the sink.

    "What are you going to do?" An Anbi kept asking questions like a little daughter-in-law, as if she wanted to find out all Ye Bihuang's whereabouts.

    Ye Bihuang said without looking back: "Play football."

    When walking out of the cafeteria and walking to the teaching building, all the boys passing by had envy and jealousy in their eyes. Some of them were so sharp that they almost pierced Ye Bihuang into sieves with his eyes.

    Fortunately, Ye Bihuang had enough mental endurance to send the two girls back to class, and he himself walked back to his class with a calm expression.

    He naturally knows that if his reputation is not too famous, there will definitely be many boys looking for trouble with him.

    But are you afraid? Even Yang Ziming was beaten, who else would he be afraid of?

    "The title of "Provincial No. 1 Middle School's nemesis" is not earned for nothing. Whether it is him or Lee Kuan Yew, as soon as the two of them stand in the corridor, the gangsters in the school will have to take a detour, no matter how awesome the other party is.

    Walking back to his class, Li Yong was about to take his classmates to play football when he saw Ye Bihuang saying hello.

    "Bihuang, go play football."

    "No problem, let's go now and call the good guys."

    "There are two people here, and the rest have already gone down to the playground. I asked you, can you play football? Don't hold back our class." Li Yong patted Ye Bihuang's shoulder unceremoniously.  , asked.

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose and said with a smile: "Of course it's okay, you don't believe it."

    "Nonsense, I don't see you playing football very often. Play well and let the classmates see and show your strength."

    "Oh." Ye Bihuang said in a muffled voice.

    He knew that he was not well-known in the sports world at school. The main reason was that after he entered high school, he showed up less in physical education classes and spent most of his time sleeping on the table, so he was not famous in the class.The students didn't know that they were pretty good at playing football, so they were able to sign up to be a member of the five-man team, mainly because of their reputation and their ability to be the nemesis.

    ??Everyone knows that they are better at fighting, so they don¡¯t want to mess with themselves. Since they have reported it, they can agree to it.

    Of course, Ye Bihuang has always been as warm to his friends as spring, and as straightforward as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves to his enemies. He has always been very kind in front of his classmates, which is why Li Yongyu speaks to him so grandly.

    Ye Bihuang packed up his things and accompanied Li Yong downstairs. Li Yong bounced the ball all the way, and it seemed that his skills were really good.

    Ye Bihuang gradually recalled his experience of playing football here in high school. The football field of the Provincial No. 1 High School was very advanced. When the school was first established, the size of the playground was the largest in the city. It was used to hold provincial competitions.  No problem.

    A few years before the school was founded, all the schools used were real lawns. Real lawns are beautiful and nice, but playing football on them is not enough, especially in a world like high school where physical education is the only entertainment.

    At the beginning, the school fenced off the playground every day, and gardeners regularly cultivated and cultivated grass. When the grass grew to a certain level, they would use cutters to cut the grass flat. At this time, the fence could be lifted and students could come in.  Kicked.

    This cycle lasts about two or three months, but every time the ban is lifted, the playground will become bumpy in just a week. The grass will lift up in patches, and large traces of loess often leak out on the ground.  .

    This is troublesome. The school has repeatedly told students to take care of the lawn and not be too violent when playing football. But whoever listens to him can play as they please. After two years of this, the school finally suffered a serious loss and compromised.  , they bought a large area of ??fake grass, cleaned up the playground, and covered it all with fake grass.

    It¡¯s finally gone, because the fake lawn we bought is of good quality and the students can¡¯t break it no matter how hard they kick it, so the school is finally relieved.

    When I came to the football field with Li Yong, I saw fifty or sixty people playing football on the football field. Of course, this was not a team, but divided into six or seven areas. This rule has been around for a long time, because there are too many people in the school.  There are too many, and studying is too depressing. Many students play football on the playground after school to release their emotions.

    Ever since, it was too chaotic to gather many people to play football together on the playground, and rules gradually emerged. Many students began to spontaneously organize small fields. The football field was big enough, and the students piled their schoolbags together to form two small gates.  , it became a small field.

    So, since then, no one has monopolized the school playground, except for the teacher's arrangement in physical education class, and the rules of playing small fields have been passed down because of this.

    Li Yong took Ye Bihuang to the field where his class played football, and saw Qiao Yonglei, Lee Kuan Yew, and Liu Zhichao sitting next to the pile of school bags, muttering something, while the boys from the 2.12 class were sitting opposite, with a  There were several large water bottles, and several boys took turns drinking from each other.

    (Hey, it seems that these people often play football together, and they have a good relationship.)

    Ye Bihuang murmured in his heart, how much strength can he show to make the boys in the class recognize him.

    "Li Yong, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Qiao Yonglei smiled when he saw Li Yong. He was wearing a red No. 8 football jersey on the upper body, basketball pants on the lower body, and nails on his feet.  Football shoes, with a red football underfoot, looked expensive.

    Liu Zhichao and Lee Kuan Yew also stepped forward. Lee Kuan Yew patted Ye Bihuang on the shoulder: "Hey, Brother Huang, this is your turn to show off your power."

    While he was talking, a man came over from the playground. He was wearing a gray plaid shirt, sweatpants, and football shoes: "Guangyao, Zhichao, Xiaolei, Li Yong, I'm here to play football, haha."

    That person was Qiao Yifei from Ye Bihuang's class.

    Qiao Yonglei and Qiao Yifei came from the same village and had a deep relationship. Qiao Yonglei kicked the football towards Qiao Yifei. Qiao Yifei reached out and grabbed the football in his hand with great ease.

    "This" Lee Kuan Yew hesitated. After high school, Ye Bihuang seldom played football, but he always went downstairs to play football. He was very familiar with these classmates. He, Qiao Yifei, Qiao Yonglei, Li Yong, and Liu Zhichao were known as football players.  The iron five points in the field, originally Qiao Yifei didn't come, this person was just enough, but Qiao Yifei came, which made people watch.

    It is absolutely impossible for my brother Huang to watch that, but it would be a headache for these playmates who are together every day to leave one of them alone.

    Lee Kuan Yew has a headache, and some people don¡¯t. The relationship between Qiao Yonglei and Ye Bihuang can only be regarded as ordinary. When he saw the boy from his village who had played together since childhood, Xiao Qiao flew over and shouted to Ye Bihuang: "Bihuang, we are hereThat's enough. There's still one less person in Class 12. How about you go over there?  "

    When Ye Bihuang heard this, he knew that he was ostracizing himself and told himself that there was no place here and asked him to go to Class 12.

    Of course, when it comes to playing football or something, using the word "ostracize" is too derogatory. In short, he just doesn't like Ye Bihuang's strength. Ye Bihuang has never appeared on the football field a few times, so it is normal for him to not trust himself.

    Ye Bihuang touched his nose: "How about I go undercover and pass the ball to you and fake the ball?"

    Qiao Yonglei and Liu Zhichao looked at each other and smiled, saying: "No need, just perform at your normal level and you are already our undercover agent."

    "You guys" Lee Kuan Yew felt angry when he saw them insulting Ye Bihuang in this way. He was about to yell, but Ye Bihuang slapped him on the shoulder and signaled him to stop talking.

    Ye Bihuang smiled lightly and said: "I am very powerful, don't regret it."

    Liu Zhichao smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, you won't regret it. If you are very good, it will be just right. Class 12 is always beaten by our class. You were just balanced in the past."

    Ye Bihuang waved his hand, turned around and left: "Guangyao, have a good time playing football, I'm going over there."

    "Brother Huang"

    "It's okay. Bailong and the others did the same to me when we were playing basketball, but then their jaws dropped. Just wait for them to be surprised and regretful." Ye Bihuang's voice was low, just enough to be followed by his own  Lee Kuan Yew heard.

    "Well, that's all we have to do." Lee Kuan Yew reluctantly stopped and walked towards Qiao Yonglei and the others. Yes, Ye Bihuang was very strong, and Lee Kuan Yew knew it, so he was not worried at all.

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