The city-wide middle school basketball league is held every two years, divided into junior high school group and high school group, each with a champion.
In addition to the junior high and high school groups, there are also boys' and girls' groups, so there are four champions in total, junior high school boys, junior high school girls, high school boys, and high school girls.
Such regulations are very fair and can avoid friction between grades and between men and women.
There are a total of twelve junior high schools in the city, divided into six groups of two each.
All the previous champions were from the Affiliated High School of No. 1 Middle School, and No. 12 Middle School couldn't even make it to the top six. A group of people are good at fighting, but there has never been much motivation for this kind of fighting on the field.
However, this time, the basketball team representing No. 12 Middle School was a little different from the past.
Every competition has an opening ceremony, and each team must parade in front of the audience.
In the largest stadium in City A, the audience stood densely packed, waving small flags of various colors. They were wearing colorful cheering uniforms, and their screams and cheers resounded through the sky.
The host was full of enthusiasm on the stage and seemed to be a veteran host.
"Let us welcome the team of the Affiliated High School of No. 1 Middle School, which has won the championship for three consecutive years - the Goshawks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into extremely loud cheers, which were deafening to the listeners.
When the next few teams came out, the audience was not as enthusiastic.
After the teams in front had finished parading, the last to come out was No. 12 Middle School.
There is no such thing as a last-minute appearance on the basketball court. I don't know if it was intentional on the part of the organizer, but the order of appearance of the teams is based on the rankings of the previous team. In the previous competition, An Yeran was still in grade six, so she did not participate. That year's No. 12 Middle School team lost particularly badly. The first game was against the Affiliated Middle School of No. 1 Middle School, and they didn't even score ten goals.
An Yeran was in the girls' team. She got up late in the morning and didn't go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. Now her stomach was empty and she felt very uncomfortable. She just hoped that the ceremony would be over soon.
The team members around her noticed her situation and considerately fed her the chocolate bar they carried with them.
In the girls' cheerleading team of the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated to the High School, An Yeran suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The girl was tall, with fair skin. Her cheeks were slightly flushed in the sunlight. She had a pair of soft almond eyes and delicate and regular facial features. She was very beautiful.
She has a good figure, with slightly perky breasts, and is in her developmental stage.
She had met her quite a few times, and although she didn't want to see her, the encounter was inevitable.
Jiang Anxue actually joined the women's basketball cheerleading team, which surprised An Yeran a little.
The high school section started after the junior high section. No. 12 Middle School was the last one to go. When the host read out the name of their school, there was a slight pause. I don't know if it was intentional, but the voice was not as high-spirited as before.
When he read out the team's name, he stuttered.
"The next two teams to enter are from A City No. 12 Middle School. Their names are—She, Social Team?"
The noisy audience members suddenly quieted down and looked at each other.
Other schools have eagles, lions, roaring tigers, dragons, flying phoenixes and the like, why is it that the style of painting at No. 12 Middle School becomes so unique?
A cheerleader from No. 1 Middle School sneered, "Social team? Do you think you are social people? Hahaha, they must have forgotten how badly they lost the last basketball game."
"If we are still grouped with No. 12 Middle School, let's save some face for them this time."
"Hahaha, you're being too harsh!"
"I'm telling the truth!"
After the host's voice fell, two teams wearing pink uniforms walked out!
The pink on those children was particularly bright, reflecting the sunlight, giving the illusion that one's eyes would be blinded.
What is eye-catching is that each of them has a big pink pig head painted on their arm!
The pig head wears black sunglasses, a gold chain around his neck, and a cigar in his mouth, looking like a gangster.
The leader of the women's group was shorter, half a head taller than the rest of the team. The girl had a ponytail and was holding a chocolate bar in her mouth. Her appearance wasn't particularly pretty, but it wasn't bad either, and she was acceptable.
What is most attractive is her rebellious eyes. The more you look at her, the more a word pops into your mind - female gangster.
The audience was stunned.
Could it be that because No. 12 Middle School had given up the competition, they were wearing such fancy clothes just to entertain everyone? !
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No. 12 Middle School was very resistant to the uniforms chosen by An Yeran at first, but after wearing them for a long time, they strangely accepted this setting.
"We have to be the most beautiful scenery on the court! We have to be different to highlight our unique strength!"
"Pink is eye-catching, especially this kind of pink. Wearing it can immediately disrupt the opponent's vision. Besides, this kind of competition is not completely formal, so there are not too many requirements for team uniforms."
Zhao Jie is also a member of the basketball team. Although he was beaten and cried by An Yeran in the second grade, after so many years of getting along with him, he has been deeply impressed by this guy's inexplicable ruffian temperament and has become An Yeran's number one lackey.
"Brother Ran, let's call it the Social Team!"
"I haven't decided on a team name yet. Why did you come up with this name?"
After so many years, it seems that this person's middle school social disorder has not been cured.
But names and such are all empty words. An Yeran nodded, "Okay! But if you want to be a member of society, you still lack something."
"What is it?" the team members asked.
An Yeran smiled without saying anything. She took the paint and painted a pink pig head on everyone's arm.
——Tattoo Peppa Pig on your body, applause to the social people.
Soul painter An Yeran!
Today is a two-in-one, so I won't describe the basketball game in detail!
Actually... there is one more chapter...
Haha, by the way, let me tell you the source of this article. I saw a video called "Complaints of Stepmothers" on the small broken station before. After listening to Cinderella's stepmother singing, I suddenly had this idea. In fact, I also wanted to write about foster mother Dora and Rapunzel, as well as the evil queen and Snow White, but I finally chose Cinderella because it is easier to write!
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