Unforgettable Rivalries

"On your mark. Set..." A man in a white hat pointed the muzzle of the starting gun at the sky, and then,

Bang!

Alicia crossed the finish line with two other boys, and although she was the only girl, she was able to keep up with the two boys. She followed closely behind them; the oncoming wind swayed her long hair, but it didn't slow her down in the slightest.

When she saw Brian, she suddenly speeded up, successfully took the lead, and then handed the stick into his hands. Brian ran away as soon as he got it because he was worried that the boys behind him would chase him, so he decided to speed up at full speed at the beginning, and obviously, this trick is very practical.

"Hoo hoo. Miss, why are you running so fast?" A boy lay on the ground and asked.

"I don't know; I'm just running as fast as I can." Alicia was also panting.

Brian also started panting, but fortunately Jackson was nearby, and after he handed the stick to Jackson, he collapsed on the ground with his hands outstretched, panting, unwilling to get up again.

Jackson also adopted the same tactic as Brian, accelerating at full speed at the beginning, but because he seldom exercised, he was chased up, so he had to speed up his pace, lower his body, rush forward with all his strength, and then join the players next to him. Passing the baton to their teammates, they collapsed, panting.

"I told you, you look like a weak scholar; I didn't expect to run very fast." The runner next to him was a track and field athlete, and she was also panting at this time.

"Shut...up...I tired..." Jackson gasped.

"The human body is so weak now."

"That's Von Neumann's fault." Jackson regained his breathing rhythm slightly, allowing him to speak normally.

***

"43 to 40! Class 9 of the third grade is 43! Class 5 of the third grade is 40! Lisa from Class 9 of the third grade successfully threw a three-pointer and went into the basket perfectly!" said the commentator wearing glasses excitedly.

Lisa is a member of the girls' basketball school team, so she becomes the secret weapon of Class 9 of the third grade, which makes Lily feel quite headache-ridden.

"Okay, Wenny passed the ball to Chrissy, but she was blocked by Lily and couldn't shoot, ah! She passed the ball to Lisa! 45 to 40! 45 to 40! Class 9 of the third grade is 45!" The commentator with the crew cut was equally excited.

"Fuck, this Lisa is so annoying!" Lily yelled frantically in her heart.

"Lily, catch the ball!" Anna in the same class passed the ball to her, and Lily caught it.

Lily decides to take a chance when she sees three guys trying to get the ball, and she hurls it towards the hoop, and...

"Oh my god! 45 to 43! Class 5 of the third grade is 43! Lily threw a 3-pointer!"

"YES!" Lily jumped up happily.

Okay, the game restarted... Ball passed to Lisa, wow! She dodged three steals neatly! Shot! Three points hit! 48 to 43! …"

"Can you come off?" Lily gasped.

"Miss, it's not that I don't get off; it's that the teacher doesn't allow it; I'm a secret weapon." Lisa is Lily's friend, and the most common thing they do is mock each other.

"I've never seen such a brazen person; oh wait, I'm going to grab the ball." Lily rushed to Wenny after saying that.

"Okay, Lily grabbed the ball! Going to the local basket Shoot! Oops! Blocked by Lisa! Wait! Oh, MY God! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" The commentator didn't know what words to use in this scene.

Lisa blocked Lily's ball but couldn't catch it in time, so she simply put the ball hard into the basket while the ball was still in the air!

"48 to 45! 48 to 45!" The guide shouted excitedly.

"What's wrong with this narrator? Crazy?" Lily complained.

"Who knew?" Lisa chimed in, "Wow! It's about time!"

Lisa quickly caught the ball from her teammate and rushed to the hoop so fast that even Lily couldn't stop her.

Then...

"Lisa dunked! 50 to 45! Won by 5 points!"

"YEAH!!!" Lisa jumped up happily. Lily watched her dancing so happily and finally understood that everyone said she was very similar to her.

the other side.

"Jay grabbed the ball and passed it to Chris; ah, he was blocked; oh, the ball was shot, passed to Jay; wow! He dunked! 47 to 44! Class 7 of the third grade is 47!" Dai The lecturer in the hat stood up excitedly.

"Wow, did I make a mistake?" Gordon was puzzled by the narrator's behaviour and decided to intercept Jay himself.

"The game restarted, Gordon got the ball, evaded a blocker, oh, got blocked by two guys, wow! A step-down pass! Passed to Ryan! Made the basket! 47 to 46! The 3rd 5 Class is 46!"

"Hey, calm down." The fat commentator pushed the hat-wearing commentator back to his position and said, "Also, because you keep yelling, my voice is completely buried by you."

"I think you should keep a low profile," Jay said.

"You too," Gordon said.

"Play restarted; Karl got the ball and passed it to Jay, but he was blocked."

Gordon blocked Jay; he took a step to the left, and Gordon followed; he took another step to the right, and Gordon still followed.

"Do you have any grudges against me?" Jay couldn't help complaining.

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge," Gordon said.

"But I don't have any grudges against you," Jay said, suddenly throwing to the right. Gordon subconsciously jumped to the right but immediately realised that he had been tricked.

This is a feint!

Gordon turned his head to see that Jay had already made the shot.

"50 to 46! Class 7 of the third grade is 50!" The fat lecturer raised his voice so as not to be buried by the voice of the lecturer wearing a hat again.

Gordon glanced at Jay, then at the countdown, which had only 10 seconds left.

Gordon had a crazy idea.

"Okay, start passing the ball, and..."

"Wow! Straight shot! ... Ah!hat a pity! Didn't go into the basket!"

"Sir, your voice is too loud." The fat lecturer said to the lecturer in the hat:

Gordon was going to take a gamble and shoot directly in front of his team's rim with a perfect arc and angle, but he tried too hard and...

Because Gordon's ball was ejected.

"Time's up! 50 to 46! Class 7 of the third grade won!" shouted the lecturer wearing a hat because the fat lecturer had given up on explaining.

YE———————————!

Jay was hugged and complimented by countless people. Gordon looked at them and just gave them a smile.

And leave behind a shadow,

walked away.

***

Gordon washed his face in the toilet, then walked to the cafeteria, ordered a glass of chocolate ice, and then sat in a position with the chocolate ice, sucking on a straw, but the drink didn't go into his mouth at all.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't you want something to eat?" Lily, her sister, came and sat next to him.

"I'm not hungry."

"Stop lying; take yours and your girlfriend."

"They say she's not my girlfriend anymore." Gordon knew she was referring to Elena.

"Hmph, stop lying. You don't usually care about girls so much. Although you look like a coquettish girl to me, you look like a tsundere girl to her. Do you have schizophrenia?"

Gordon couldn't argue that because he did care about her, but he swore he didn't feel anything for her. Unless he deceived himself, he didn't understand.

Suddenly, he realised his sister's intentions.

His sister was going to start the conversation in a joking way, making him forget about the game loss. Although it was useless, it still moved him to tears.

Gordon threw himself into his sister's arms. Lily was a little taken aback, but she also stroked his head, giving him comfort just like before.

On the other hand, Jay saw that Gordon seemed to have opened his heart and walked away with peace of mind.

On the other side, the three of Brian are happily holding the medal for first place in the 4*200m relay race.