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When he opened his eyes, what he saw was darkness, Mo Yancheng suddenly sat up from the bed: "Fuck, am I blind?!"

With a "click", the dazzling white light made Mo Yancheng subconsciously close his eyes.

After his eyes got used to the light, Mo Yancheng saw Mo He sitting by the door, looked around, white curtains, white cloth and white bed, the faint smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose, this is, the school's infirmary?

"I'm not blind." Mo He stood up and said, then stuffed the phone into his pocket, carried his schoolbag, opened the door of the infirmary and walked out.

Mo Yancheng was stunned, grabbed his schoolbag, followed, and said, "You brought me here?"

"It's the school security." Mo He stopped, turned around and said, "Qi Yu and Qi Shi have been taken back by their parents, and they asked me to thank you. You don't have a mobile phone, so you can't contact your family. Your injuries are not serious hinder."

Looking at the moon hanging high outside the window, Mo Yancheng was a little surprised. He thought that the squad leader was a cold-tempered person, and it would be enough if he could help ask someone to carry him to the infirmary, but he would stay there and wait for him to wake up. .

Mo Yancheng smiled, and jokingly said: "It's really troublesome for the squad leader to wait for me for so long, great kindness, should I promise you with my body?"

Mo He, who had just walked two steps, heard this, stopped again, looked at Mo Yancheng who had stopped in front of him, folded his arms, and said expressionlessly: "You are more kind to Qishi, so he is even more merciful." I want to make a promise with my body, do you want it?"

The moonlight penetrated through the window and spread on Mo He's side face. The hazy moonlight softened the deserted face. The tear mole at the corner of Mo He's right eye was more obvious than usual, and the slightly pursed thin lips were also covered. A layer of faint moon white.

Looking at it this way, Mo He's face shape and facial features are just right, impartial, neither high nor low, his face is extremely clean, his skin is quite fair, but not sickly pale, under the moonlight, it gives people a kind of , the feeling of "cold beauty".

Well, it's beauty. Mo Yancheng put such a label on Mo He on the third day he saw him. This class leader really lived up to the title of Nan Gaojun's beauty god.

"Qi Shi, I don't dare to ask for it. I, you can ask for it." Mo Yancheng stood a few steps down the stairs and raised his eyebrows at Mo He.

"You're 'to Er', I'm sorry." After saying that, Mo He missed Mo Yancheng and went down the stairs, disappearing around the corner.

Mo Yancheng was stunned, touched the gauze on his forehead, and laughed "hehehe...".

This Mohe is very interesting.

In the past few days, the college basketball game was in full swing. Under the leadership of Mo Yancheng and Qi Shi, Nangao went all the way through and successfully entered the final.

"Mo Yancheng, do you think you defected from the enemy?" Qi Shi said, rubbing his thorny head.

Mo Yancheng, who was pulling his ligament, heard this, and said with a smile: "As a former North High School striker, I have to tell you, even if I defected here, they are still quite tough."

Hearing this, Qi Shi clapped his hands, and all the team members immediately gathered together, Qi Shi said in a low voice: "Everyone cheer up, this championship has always belonged to our school, and we must not lose it this year. Yancheng, come and reveal it to me." The opponent's information."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him instantly, Mo Yancheng spread his hands and said, "Yes, I'll just say a few words. No. 7 is the captain Shen Li. He is the smallest in the team, but he is quite flexible and can dribble the ball. , Passing is his specialty. No. 10 Pang Da, look at his big body, he is very good at defending and rebounding. There is also No. 6 Wang Hewei, you all stay away from him.”

"Stay away? What do you mean?"

Mo Yancheng followed the voice and saw that this was a tall, thin boy, who was almost 2 meters tall. I remembered that this man was called Gao Zhu, and his classmates called him "Bamboo Pole".

"What kind of school is Beijing High School? I don't need to say more. Wang Hewei is the new school bully. He has always done everything he can to win. In the previous few games, everyone who faced him was injured, but there was no referee. I found his small movements. So, you'd better stay away from him. He, I'll guard against him."

Qi Shi said worriedly: "Then what if he hurts you too?"

"He doesn't have that ability yet." Mo Yancheng said with his hands on his hips, moving his waist.

"Well, he'll leave it to you. Be careful."

The game kicked off with a sharp whistle, and the bamboo pole easily grabbed the ball thrown by the referee by virtue of its height advantage, and then ran straight to the opponent's basket with the ball.

Wang Hewei saw that Mo Yancheng had locked on him without paying any attention to the movement of the ball, and instantly understood that he was being targeted, and said, "Hey, if you want to do this, it will be boring."

Mo Yancheng opened his hands and followed Wang Hewei's pace, not giving him a chance to get close to others, and said, "I can't help it, brother has a great mission."

"If you are so defensive against me, then you are all destined to lose?"

As soon as the words fell, a whistle sounded, and Mo Yancheng turned his head. In just a few minutes, Beigao had scored a three-pointer.

"As for me, I'm in charge of scaring you. My dear teammates work together. The ones on your team are useful except Qi Shi. The others, tsk tsk, are all scum." Wang Hewei said with his teeth clenched.

Mo Yancheng tilted his head and said indifferently, "Oh. That's none of my business."

The first half ended quickly, entering a 10-minute break at halftime.

Seeing the appalling score, the morale of Nangao's players was low, and they covered their heads with towels in silence, without saying a word.

Qi Shi sighed, stood up, and said: "Comrades, the opponent is indeed strong, but we still can't give up. Even if we are going to lose, we must try our best to narrow the gap, don't be too shameful."

At this time, Mo He, who had been sitting silently by the side, suddenly stood up, picked up the bag at hand, left a word, and walked to the dressing room.

"Switch me in."

Just these four words stunned all the boys present.

Mo Yancheng stared at their movements in unison, and opened his mouth wide to look in the direction Mo He left. He thought it was a little funny. The squad leader went on stage to win honor for the school, so why was he so surprised?

Qi Shi, who came back to his senses, told Mo Yancheng that Mo He never played because he felt tired and dirty, sweating and uncomfortable.

He only played basketball at the beginning of school. At that time, he was provoked by the boys in the class who were disobedient to the class committee. Mo He proposed to play a game. If he wins, he will listen to him.

The dissatisfied people felt that Mo He was beyond his control, so he agreed, and even said that if he lost, he would not only listen to him, but also go around the school with a shirtless shirt.

As a result, in the match between the class committee team and the disobedient team, Mo He led all the weak class committees to defeat the disobedient team 15:12.

Qi Shi added with a complex expression, as long as the ball is in Mohe's hands, there is no one who can't miss it. He can be called "the god of fans", but even if the ball cannot be passed to him, he can always intercept the ball .

The point is that Mo He has a perverted obsession with "three-pointers", and he likes to shoot three-pointers. After that game, the boys in the class secretly called him "Mo Sancrazy".

Since then, the dissatisfied people knew that Mohe ruled all kinds of dissatisfaction, so they kept the agreement and never made mistakes.

But because Mo He seldom played, very few people knew his strength, even if they heard about it, they didn't take it seriously, it could be regarded as a legend.

Mo Yancheng was very surprised to hear this news, he didn't expect that Mo He was hiding something.

When Mo He, who changed into a white tracksuit and a black headband, appeared on the basketball court, the entire gymnasium was boiling.

"Isn't that Mo He from class three? He can play basketball?" Boy A whispered to his friend.

"Ah! Mo He, male god, so handsome!" Girl B screamed.

"Mohe wants to play ball! In my lifetime!" Girl C grabbed her boyfriend's neck excitedly and shook him desperately.

Mo He completely ignored the hustle and bustle of the whole scene, walked straight to Mo Yancheng, and said, "You don't have to keep an eye on Wang Hewei so closely, serve some snacks, it's embarrassing to lose." Before Mo Yancheng could speak, he said to the others: " There is still a second half, there is still a chance to come back."

After hearing Mo He's words, and seeing that Mo He was about to play, the team members immediately cheered up, all looking eager to try.

Seeing Mo He who had unscrewed a bottle of water and was drinking with his head up, Mo Yancheng smiled thoughtfully.

The second half started.

Mo He threw the ball far to the opponent's basket as soon as he got the ball, and hit the basket firmly.A half-body jump shot, a slight leap, and a random throw, this shot is very random, and this point is even more random.

Before the people on the court came to their senses, a whistle sounded, and the audience outside the court began to shout.

The long-lost scoring boosted the morale of the Nangao players. They gradually found their status, cooperated more and more smoothly, and the score gradually began to draw closer.

The coach of Beigao suddenly signaled a timeout to the referee, and the players from both sides left the field one after another. Seeing that the other side seemed to be planning a new tactic, Mo He pondered for a while and said, "Our score is still far behind. In this last quarter, we will score points to win the game. The primary task."

"Then Wang Hewei, do you want to keep watching?" Mo Yancheng asked, drooling.

"You can do it yourself."

After a little adjustment, the game ushered in the last 10 minutes. The score between the two sides was still ten minutes away. The players of Beigao were obviously more cautious, the offensive weakened, and they focused on defense. Mo He was surrounded by two people. , There is no chance of touching the ball at all, let alone shooting.

Mo Yancheng looked at the time. There were 6 minutes left, so he ignored Wang Hewei, turned around and ran towards Shen Li who was dribbling the ball. Before he noticed that Mo Yancheng suddenly appeared, Shen Li was immediately intercepted by the ball. After two seconds, he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

But Mo Yancheng dribbled the ball to the basket at the next moment, tricked Pang Da with a feint, made a three-step layup, and scored two points.

However, Pang Da accidentally photographed Mo Yancheng's hand, which involved a thug foul.

Bei Gao got a free throw, and the score difference was only five points.At this time, the competition reached a fierce stage, and neither side dared to relax.

Mo Yancheng quietly winked at Mo He, signaling him to approach the three-point line.

Mo He immediately understood Mo Yancheng's intentions, and moved towards the three-point line quietly.

As soon as he arrived at the position, Mo Yancheng intercepted the ball and passed it without looking at it. Mo He immediately jumped up, flipped his right wrist and threw the ball towards the basket. With a straight body, standard shooting posture, and precise angle, Not surprisingly, another three points were scored.

The alley-oop between the two once again aroused the cheers of the audience.

"Crap!" Wang Hewei cursed through gritted teeth, and looked at Mo He viciously.

But Mo He clapped hands with his teammates, not noticing the malice in Wang Hewei's eyes.