The basketball court was still not crowded.
Since class ended early today, the guys from Class Four had taken over two courts.
Jiang Qinghua, Liu Xin, and Li Zheng naturally ended up on the same half-court.
Liu Xin was still blaming himself for Hu Chunmei's illness, and his shots to the basket were less impressive than usual.
Jiang Qinghua and Li Zheng stood side by side, warming up.
"One-on-one," Jiang Qinghua said indifferently. "While there aren't many people."
"Forget it, I definitely can't beat you," Li Zheng said, shaking his head while doing his exercises.
"You won't know until you try."
"I don't need to try to know."
"You don't get it." Jiang Qinghua picked up a basketball that rolled over, trying hard to brush off the cold and bleak feelings around him. "You really don't get it."
"I get it." Li Zheng took big strides and started doing jumping exercises. "I really—am just lucky—that's all. I just—want to relax—without crushing—other classmates."
