After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

050 Whoever loses calls daddy
"You must have a good relationship." Li Muzi looked at her with his big eyes blinking.

Song Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you say that?"

"Look at the look in your eyes. Eyes are the least deceptive. Look at your loving look."

"Let me guess, he must be a boy, right? And you treat him..." Li Muzi's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

She deliberately lengthened the end of her voice, leaving half of the words in her mouth and staring straight at Song Zhi.

Song Zhi bit her lower lip, quickly turned her head, and her eyes drifted away.

"I do not have."

Her words were cold, but the crimson that crept up her neck still exposed her panic to the air.

"I didn't say anything. What don't you have?" The corners of Li Muzi's mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of pride.

Song Zhi: "..." I was fooled.

She coughed, suppressed the embarrassment of being exposed, and pretended to be calm: "No, he is a girl." She said without blushing or heartbeat.

At this time, someone in the laboratory happened to sneeze.

"What's wrong Jiang Yu? Do you have a cold?" Yan Er's senior brother asked worriedly from the side.

"It's okay." Jiang Yu put down the spiral micrometer in his hand and adjusted his goggles.

The senior brother patted his shoulder twice: "It's too late. You should go back first, but don't freeze. You still need to follow up on the subsequent experiments."

Not long after Jiangyu's college entrance examination ended, he was called by Li Lingsong to help in the laboratory. It was called exercise, but in fact he was working as a coolie.

When he first entered the laboratory, he followed his fellow graduate students and studied while doing it.

He is extremely talented. He understood the principle of this experimental project on the first day and taught himself how to use the instrument according to the instructions in the next few days.

Nowadays, he has changed from a tool person to a core member of the experiment. This has never happened at BGI.

"Well, senior brother, you should come back soon."

Jiang Yu took off his white lab coat, hung it neatly in the closet, and left the laboratory.

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"Oops, I forgot to bring water." Li Muzi slapped his thigh and said, "I'm going to buy some water. Song Zhi, what do you want to drink? I'll bring it for you."

"Mineral water is fine."

"Row."

Li Muzi trotted away.

Song Zhi put down the ball, walked to the basketball stand, picked up his mobile phone and transferred money to Muzi Li.

"Hey, those stingy leaders of the school are finally willing to send someone to repair the basket."

A shirtless boy came over, tall and strong, holding the ball in one hand, followed by four boys.

He took a few steps forward, and when he was approaching the free throw line, he made a shooting motion. The ball flew out of his hands and was accurately thrown into the basket.

"Don't mention it. This repaired basket is very easy to use. Every shot is accurate. I'll give the master who repaired the basket a chicken leg in the evening."

At this time, Song Zhi, the basketball master, put down his mobile phone and returned to the court. Under the attention of everyone, he bent down and picked up the basketball. He walked a few steps to their left and practiced shooting by himself.

The school's basketball court is public, and there are often several waves of strangers sharing the court, and Song Zhi feels their arrival is sparse and normal.

"Leizi, there are exactly six people on the field, why don't we call this girl to join us in a three-three fight." The boy in a white T-shirt suggested to the shirtless man.

The shirtless man's full name is Sun Shilei, and he is a sophomore student at the Institute of Physical Education.

Sun Shilei glanced at Song Zhi and laughed sarcastically: "Girl, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, women can only hold them back, and they won't play house with her." His tone was full of contempt.

His voice was not deliberately lowered. When Song Zhi heard this, his hand paused and the hand holding the ball moved to the right.

Sun Shilei threw the ball confidently, and the route into the basket was accurate. The ball was just one second away from entering the frame.

"Snapped--"

There was a dull sound, and a basketball flew from the left, knocking his ball away.

Before Sun Shilei could react, the next second, the ball hit his head straight.

"Ouch." He was shaken by the huge impact and took two steps back, holding his forehead. "Who?"

He looked viciously in the direction of the ball, and saw a slender girl's mouth curled up, and her hand still kept the wrist-pressing movement at the end of the shot, which was very standard.

It was Song Zhi whom he had just mocked.

Song Zhi's expression of "I have the most to hold on to" angered him.

After Sun Shilei stabilized his figure, he stamped his feet on the spot, his face red and neck thick with anger.

He strode towards Song Zhi with anger on his face, pointed at her and said, "What do you mean?!"

Song Zhi's eyes stayed on his forehead for a moment, and then he chuckled: "Ha."

"What are you laughing at?!"

The white man ran over with his arms waving, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Leizi, wipe your forehead first."

"Forehead?"

Sun Shilei was a little confused, turned on the camera function of his phone, reversed the lens, and looked at his face.

Sun Shilei: "..."

I had just been hit by a basketball, leaving a dark mark on my forehead. It looked like... the mark on the head of a lazy sheep.

He quickly took off his clothes, revealing his vague six-pack abs.

He pressed the clothes tightly to his forehead and wiped it hard. After a while, the clothes became black.

He raised his phone and took a photo again. He didn't put down his clothes until the unspeakable shape disappeared.

"You have to thank me for never hitting women." Sun Shilei squeezed out these words through clenched teeth.

Song Zhi raised his eyelids slightly, without fear, waiting for his next words.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart: "We own this place, get out of here."

Song Zhi didn't take him seriously at all and said calmly: "Why?"

"Why?" Sun Shilei sneered, "How can you, a girl, compete with us for the court? You have the nerve to occupy the court with your incompetent skills?"

The corners of Song Zhi's lips curled up slightly, "Very good," and another person came to the door looking for abuse.

She raised the ball in front of the two of them: "Let the ball speak."

"Hahahaha, do you take yourself too seriously, or do you look down on me? Do you have the qualifications to fight me?"

"You don't dare." Song Zhi's tone was very sure.

Sun Shilei laughed out loud: "Do you need the courage to beat you? Don't cry and call me dad then!"

"Whoever loses shouts." Song Zhi passed the ball to him, "You attack first."

Sun Shilei sent her a message back: "Ladies first."

"If I go first, you won't have a chance to attack."

Sun Shilei walked to the position inside the three-point line and stood face to face with Song Zhi: "Stop bragging, little sister, brother will treat you to hot pot."

Song Zhi shook his head, again overestimating his abilities.

She first made a triple threat and shook Sun Shilei. Taking advantage of his instability, she accelerated to the right and took two steps to make a layup.

Sun Shilei quickly followed, standing in front of her with a height of 1.8 meters.

Song Zhi changed hands in the air, pulled the lever, and reached the left side of the basket. He threw his left hand toward the backboard. The ball hit the backboard. The force and direction were just right, and he scored the ball steadily.

"You lose, shout."

　The "three-three" mentioned here means that there are three people in each team, three against three.

　　The meaning of "eating hot pot" was mentioned earlier, which is to block shots and knock the ball in the air that has been shot or is about to leave the hand.

　　"Pull" is an arm-circling movement made to avoid the opponent's block under the basket. When it is in the air, it changes the position of the ball. This requires strong waist and abdominal strength and jumping ability, and you must always observe the opponent's movements. The positioning and next move, all in all, are awesome.

　　(End of this chapter)