"I'm here to cheer you on." Ding Dongyi stood in front of Coach Tan with his head slightly lowered, but his eyes were looking at the figure drinking water diagonally in front of him, wondering who he was talking to.
Hong Xiqi noticed with sharp eyes that Ding Dongyi's eyes were no longer on Coach Tan, and hurriedly tugged at the corner of Tao You's clothes, with a slightly anxious tone, "Look at her!" Because she was speaking in a breathy voice, she was anxious again, the last one' Her words were slightly broken, and Coach Sun, who was standing in front, shrugged in shock and silently took a few steps to the side to cover up his embarrassment of being frightened.
"With eyes wide open," Hong Xiqi continued, "everyone can tell who she is coming for."
"I even pretended to say that I came to cheer you up. Look, the word 'we' doesn't exist at all." Hong Xiqi crossed her arms and curled her lips.
Tao You took her hands out of her pocket and wiped the sweat from her palms. She thought of the familiar fragrance of Ding Dongyi again.
When he handed Song Yimian water just now, he raised his hand and a burst of lime-flavored fragrance floated over, without her even needing to get closer to smell it.
It was then that she figured out why she felt that the scent of Ding Dongyi was familiar. Although her perfume had a little more sweetness and less freshness, it was still very similar to the scent that Song Yimian often wore. At first glance, it’s hard to tell the difference.
——It must have taken a lot of time and effort to find a perfume with a similar smell. It was really difficult for her.
——After all, Song Yimian never uses perfume. The smell on him was nothing more than the same scent of laundry soap, shower gel and shampoo combined. No matter how much time you spend looking for a perfume with a similar smell, it's all in vain.
Even though Tao You was thinking this, he still felt sour in his heart, as if he had knocked over a bottle of lemon sparkling water, which was very unpleasant.
Hearing Ding Dongyi's answer, Coach Tan breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back. He seemed to be worried that Ding Dongyi would think too much, and explained his behavior, "Don't think too much, you can't accept gifts from others." This is the school's rule. If everyone brings so many things like you did last time, our tennis team will be in chaos and it will be difficult to manage. Please understand the rules. There are rules, and they cannot be broken casually.”
"I know, I didn't think carefully last time." Ding Dongyi smiled very decently, nodded and said obediently, "There won't be another time."
Coach Tan nodded happily, it was easy to talk to smart people.
After she finished speaking, her eyes returned to the man who was eating his lunch elegantly with his head lowered. Now even the team members and Coach Tan could tell that something was wrong.
"Hey, you just said that she was going to be transferred to Science Class 1, right?" A team member confirmed again gossiping.
"I'm also very curious about Class 1, sophomore year science class. What is it that attracts her so much that she can make such a bold decision and stick to it?"
"Is it possible that if you go to the first science class, you will be recommended to University A?" A senior high school team member speculated, "In my eyes, only this condition is enough to impress me. But that doesn't make sense. There are only a few universities recommended every year. There are so many, and the competition classes alone account for almost half of the places. How many are left for the science class?"
"Is it... to generate electricity for love? She just discovered now that she prefers science to liberal arts?"
"Anyway, I don't believe anything. I studied liberal arts halfway through, and then I realized that I liked science more. After missing most of the courses for more than half a year, I still had to change subjects regardless, just to learn the subjects I like. If I had known this, I would have Why did you choose liberal arts when sorting classes? Isn’t this a waste of time?”
Another team member suddenly smiled, remembering that there was a period of time in his sophomore year of high school when, for some unknown reason, he suddenly wanted to change subjects, no matter how hard his teachers, classmates, or parents tried to persuade him, it was of no use. Later, he prepared for a week. He left a lot of content behind in the subjects he was studying, and he couldn't understand or memorize the new content he needed to learn by himself. Then he quickly gave up this unrealistic idea. What if you don't pass the exam by then, and there are so many new contents here, and you're in a dilemma.
That would be too much of a loss. He didn't have the confidence to pass the transfer exam 100%.
Thinking of the reason why he did not continue to prepare for the transfer examination, the team member looked at Ding Dongyi with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
The team member who was also in the second year of high school raised her hand weakly and said, "But she is number one in the liberal arts class. Even though she is preparing for the transfer exam during this period, her grades have not dropped much and she can still stay at the top." Three. Moreover, she was really not bad at science in her freshman year of high school. She probably... chose to transfer because she had enough confidence."
"This is a beautiful academic master. She is full of poetry and literature. No matter what she does, she can balance her studies well. No matter what it is, she can learn well anyway. Of course, she has to choose the one she wants. Domineering! I declare, From today on, she is my goddess and my role model!"
——There are poems and calligraphy in the belly, so is it used like this? What she said can make you sigh so much.
Tao You sounded awkward and found it a bit funny.
"Tch, goddess?" Hong Xiqi sneered, "How superficial."
"In high school, learning is not about learning. Of course, you have to choose what you are good at and what you have advantages in. Only in this way can you maximize your advantages in the college entrance examination, get the best results, and enter your ideal university." Some team members expressed different opinions. Opinion, "No matter how good your grades are in the first year of high school, the content of learning after the second year of high school is different, and the effects of systematic learning and self-study are definitely different. Otherwise, everyone would be self-taught."
"There are so many people in a year. If they don't care about the results, there must be people who want to transfer to another major. But why no one signs up to take the transfer exam? To put it bluntly, they are worried that the final result will not be satisfactory and will not meet their expectations. Anticipation, fear of regret.”
"So, this Ding Dongyi is quite brave." The team member concluded.
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Tao You listened carefully to their analysis and felt that there was nothing wrong with what they said. If she were the first in the liberal arts class, there would be a high probability that she would not transfer. Even if there was someone she liked on the other side, she would not risk her bright future on this uncertainty. Can't see anything in the future. .z.
Putting aside personal reasons, in terms of study alone, Ding Dongyi is still more courageous than most of them, and he is worthy of their admiration.
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While everyone was discussing in low voices, Ding Dongyi took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Song Yimian.
"..." Everyone's eyes followed Ding Dongyi's movements, and the discussion paused for a few seconds, and then exploded again.
"I seem to know why she is so determined to transfer to another department."
"I feel like I know it too."
"I seem to have discovered something extraordinary."
"Should I know, or shouldn't I know?"
"If it were me, I might transfer to another department."
"Hey, you're not a sophomore in high school. Do you have any gossip?" The player winked at the sophomore player.
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Everyone immediately stopped the discussion about whether they should transfer to another department, and one by one they opened their eyes wide and looked here, with a kind of curiosity that was different from the desire for knowledge bursting out in their eyes.
It was an overwhelming desire for gossip.
Coach Tan glanced back and forth between Song Yimian and Ding Dongyi, and then took the time to turn his head and silently warn the players behind him who kept crowding forward to hear their conversation clearly.
Ding Dongyi stood in front of Song Yimian for almost a minute, but he didn't show any tendency to raise his head to talk to her.
"Song Yimian didn't even want to pay attention to her, but he still moved forward." Hong Xiqi suddenly spoke again.
Ding Dongyi bent his fingers to button the buttons on his cross-body bag. In the end, he couldn't resist Song Yimian's indifference. He thought for a while and said, "Song Yimian, your doubles just now was wonderful. You must continue to work hard next."
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"I also participate
I'm playing doubles, why don't I see her coming to cheer me on? "Gu Yi muttered in a loud voice.
When there was no response from Song Yimian, Ding Dongyi didn't care and continued to care, "Is your foot okay?"
These words suddenly entered everyone's ears, and the air around them became a little thinner.
In an instant, no one dared to reply easily.
--foot?
In an instant, everyone's attention shifted to Song Yimian's feet.
——Did you get injured during the game just now?
Tao You frowned and looked at Song Yimian's intact feet. Thinking back to the two doubles just now, if he was injured, how could the referee not see it and how could he not stop the game. Also, Song Yimian never showed any signs of being injured from the beginning to the end.
"Brother Mian, your foot is injured?!" Gu Yi exclaimed.
Coach Tan looked particularly nervous. He stood up and said, "What's wrong with your feet?"
Song Yimian swallowed the food, and finally raised her head expressionlessly. Her eyes were like two cold and sharp blades, shooting straight at Ding Dongyi. She was so scared that she took a step back and pursed her lips tightly. She lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at him.
"You're talking, what's going on?!" Coach Tan looked at Song Yimian, who had remained silent, and urged anxiously.
Song Yimian withdrew his eyes and took a sip of water. He was not affected by Coach Tan's emotions and said slowly, "It's okay. It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"The game is about to start in the afternoon. Are you, the coach, going to draw lots?" Song Yimian opened the topic with a slight curl of his lips, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes, and there was even some hidden anger.
"What do you mean it's okay?!" Coach Tan was annoyed when he heard these two words and couldn't control his voice.
At such a young age, his hair has not even grown yet, so everyone has learned to pretend to be deep, steady and mysterious. When talking to them on weekdays, he would reply with just one or two words, and when he was in a good mood, he would add two more words. One was the captain, and he was the other. one!
If you want them to say something that is completely clear and understandable to ordinary people, it is simply harder than reaching the sky! I really don’t know where I got this bad character from!
If he had a chance to meet that person, he would definitely beat that person up and see what became of these two children! Misleading people!
Several schools nearby turned to look over, as well as nearby staff, thinking that something big had happened here at No. 1 Middle School, and wanted to come forward to help. Coach Sun nodded with a well-placed smile. stop.
Coach Tan also realized this in time, rubbed his head irritably, and lowered his voice when he spoke again. His tone was full of anger that was held in his heart and could not be vented, "If you don't tell me, then you tell me." He looked at Ding Dongyi.
