The waiting was quite painful, and at this time Gong Yang Zhen's originally restless body actually cooled down.
After packing his books and stationery in an orderly manner, he walked towards the shoe cabinet with his bag, changed into a sweatshirt and sports shorts in the locker room, put on outdoor shoes, and walked towards the indoor basketball court belonging to the basketball team.
"Eh? Isn't this Gong Yangjun? So early?"
"Good afternoon, seniors."
When we arrived at the indoor stadium, there were already a few people exercising inside. They looked to be seniors from the Ram Level 1 level.
Including the senior student Reiko Aida and the captain Junpei Hinata who he met in the morning, they were already in place. Perhaps they had a deep impression of him and greeted him when they saw him coming.
After him, first-year students gradually arrived. As more people came, they began to gather together spontaneously and chat, and the venue gradually became lively.
It was not until a clear whistle sounded that the new members hurriedly lined up in a row and stood in front of the seniors and Reiko Aida, waiting for them to speak.
Unexpectedly, the first sentence made people feel a little stunned.
With a crisp cry, Reiko Aida shouted, "Take it off for me!"
The word count is enough. This is the first time in my life that I have to write a thank you note for a book that has been put on the shelves. Friends, I am a little nervous.
As I mentioned before, this book is not only my first signed book, but also creates too many firsts.
The first time the revenue increased and led the test period, the first time to be on the click list, the first time to receive 10,000, the first time to receive hundreds of comments, the first time to be scolded, the first time to add more content, the first time to delete comments, the first time...
Too many firsts.
I'm very tired and really want to give up, but every time I see someone praising me in the comments and in the comments, I feel that this isn't right. Such good results, so many readers asking for updates, so much support, so much encouragement... I can't just turn a blind eye and run away.
I hope it will end well.
(I’ll tell you a secret, the author really likes to hear compliments. If there are no votes, most of the time I don’t think it’s a big deal, but an interesting compliment can make the author happy for the whole day)
(I’ll tell you a secret, the author is a very sensitive person. I don’t know if it’s a common problem among newcomers, but when I see a bad review, I will be sad for a long time, doubt myself for a long time, and think that what I wrote is not attractive. I will secretly delete the comments and posts that I don’t like. If you find this, can you please not make it public?)
I would like to thank some people in particular here.
The first one is my good friend. I won’t tell you who he is. He must have known I was talking about him when he saw me. He gave me the first confidence in this book. I remember that I had coded the first three chapters and carefully sent them to the editor’s email address. The waiting process was very painful, so I copied a copy and sent it to him for his review.
The response was "What the fuck, what's the next chapter?"
So I felt that this book seemed to have something to offer.
And then I kept writing until now.
Then there is my good friend, of course another one. From junior high school to now, our friendship has never been compromised. Every time I tell him that I want to write a novel, he will rush to the scene to laugh (crossed out) and support me, give me rewards, encourage me, and affirm my imagination, and he can resonate with me...
How should I put it? My two gay friends and I are as close as brothers, and I hope we can remain close in the future.
Then I want to thank the big guys in the author group, but before I thank them, I have to criticize them. They are obviously all high-quality big guys, but they always pretend to be newbies to praise the real newbies.
Every time I was praised, I was so flattered that I thought to myself, "Am I really a god?" But when I looked at their average subscriptions, they were in the tens of thousands.
Oh My God.
But despite their bad taste, the big guys are really very kind. They always teach me things I don’t understand, and tell me the principles of operations I don’t understand. For example, Brother Xiong taught me how to rush to the charts on Sundays, and Sister Deng taught me a lot of writing tips.
Thank you very much.
After that, I definitely can’t avoid our most lovely editor, Ms. Pudding. It was he who gave me the second confidence in this book.
I sent the letter to his mailbox the night before. I was half asleep the next morning and checked my phone when I woke up.
Huh? Why did someone named "Hedgehog Cat Editor Pudding" add me?
It was too late for me to realize it and I rolled under the bed.
The internal vote was his affirmation of me, which made me feel that my book really has selling points. Well, it should have, right?
By the way, you probably don’t know that Teacher Pudding is actually a cat.
And it's a cat with super powers.
His superpower is that whenever an author under his command fails to write 10,000 words a day, he will gain 10 pounds to show his anger. (Mist)
At first I thought Mr. Pudding was a ragdoll cat, but later he told me that he was actually a Napoleon cat, and I was petting the wrong cat.
I:? ? ?
But it doesn’t matter, I like both!
Teacher Pudding was so kind to me. He answered all my questions, gave me lots of recommendations, and occasionally put pressure on me. I was able to finish writing 12 articles this week thanks to Teacher Pudding. I want to say thank you, Xixi! (incomprehensible)
Finally, I would like to thank you all for your contribution of reading, voting, rewards and blades to this book. There is really nothing much to say about this. A simple word of thank you is really not enough to get away with it.
Let's kowtow to the big guys. (Dong)
One more kowtow to celebrate the New Year. (Dong)
I am really grateful, and I hope you will continue to accompany me in the future.
That’s all for the review.
It will be available tomorrow at 10:30, and the update time should still be in the evening. I don't know exactly when, 8 or 9? 10? Anyway, stay tuned. I'm not feeling well today, and my eye that had surgery is throbbing with pain, so I can't guarantee a burst of updates, but I will try to update more often.
Thank you again for your support!
Chapter 51: Aida Reiko's Stunts
"Take off your sweatshirt!"
what?
A clear sound echoed throughout the indoor arena, followed by voices of confusion.
Before this, people were still whispering, and some were even secretly saying things like "That senior girl who was talking to the seniors was quite cute, it would be better if she was a little more feminine."
As a result, he turned around and gave an unclear order.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other, not understanding what taking off clothes meant.
No way, he's already taking advantage of other members on his first day in the company?
However, as the seniors nearby all looked happy to see the situation unfold, a freshman tentatively took off his short-sleeved sweatshirt after a while, revealing his bare upper body.
Once there is one, there will be two. Then a row of shirtless boys with nervous looks appeared here.
Including Gong Yang Zhen, he probably remembered a little bit of this part of the plot, and he took off his sweatshirt as usual with a nonchalant look on his face, revealing his sturdy body, which attracted attention.
Next to him was the Fire God Daigo with short red and black hair. He had also taken off his clothes, revealing his muscular upper limbs. At the same time, he glanced at Gong Yang Zhen's body with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
The boy has a good figure and is quite strong.
Could he be a good basketball player?
The new members here took off their clothes and stood there with different thoughts in their minds. Reiko Aida, who was carefully appreciating the naked bodies of these men in front, was writing something on the sketchboard with a pen, while expressing her opinions to every junior who passed by.
"...Your explosive power is a little poor. It should take more than 20 seconds to do 50 horizontal jumps repeatedly. This level is not enough for playing basketball. Do some special training."
“Huh?! Yes, yes!”
"Your body is usually very stiff, right? You have a constitution that is very easy to be strained. Do more stretching exercises after taking a shower, maybe it can improve your condition."
“…You can tell from this?”
"And you-"
Perhaps noticing the shock on the faces of the juniors who were exposed for their physical weaknesses, the captain, Hinata Junpei, who was watching from the side with his arms crossed, explained with a smile, "Haha, don't be too surprised. Aida's father is a professional athlete coach who is responsible for recording physical data and arranging training schedules. She has been influenced by her father and has been around a lot of data and bodies since she was a child, so she naturally has this special ability."
"——That is the ability to quantify physical data in the brain just by looking at the physique."
“…Isn’t this an outrageous ability?”
"After all, he is the coach and manager of our basketball team, so he must have some amazing skills. Besides, Aida has more than just these abilities."
Knowing nothing about the conversation going on with Hinata Junpei, Aida Reiko walked along without stopping and giving comments, because the physical data of these juniors were clear to her at a glance.
He didn't stop until he reached the end of the line.
Well, I remember this kid as a very polite junior. Is he... Gong Yangjun?
……what?
Then, her eyes widened slightly as if she had seen something extraordinary.
This... Such low body fat, such deep scales, such long Achilles tendon... I wouldn't be surprised even if he said he had a professional track and field athlete. Is this really the body of a high school student?
And the Fire God next to him, his various stats are incredibly high, and there is absolutely no telling where his potential limits are. His physique also doesn't look like that of a high school student at all!
This, this is a natural talent!
"...Coach, are you daydreaming? How long are you going to stay in a daze?"
Perhaps because she stood there with shining eyes for too long, Hinata Junpei's confused voice came over, waking up Aida Reiko.
"Ah! S-Sorry! I'll continue!"
He quickly called out to her, and Aida Reiko woke up as if from a dream. She took out her sketchpad and quickly wrote something down. Then she looked up into Gong Yangzhen's eyes and said, "Gong Yang-kun... have you ever participated in sports events before? Your physique is simply outstanding."
"..."
Does fighting underground boxing count?
Gong Yangzhen couldn't help but feel a little complicated when he heard this, but he still responded calmly: "...I guess so."
"But the muscle mass can be a little more for basketball. My suggestion is to gain weight and muscle. This way you will be more competitive in fierce competition... Eh? But did you fill in the weight wrong? The unit is 'kilogram' instead of 'pound'?"
"No mistakes, this is the data of my physical examination for admission."
"……Eh?"
Upon hearing this, Reiko Aida was slightly stunned, then she looked at the weight column on Gong Yangzhen's application form, and suddenly fell silent.
…………
I wonder what kind of brainstorming this beautiful girl coach went through in just ten seconds.
All I know is that after a long silence, Reiko Aida quietly walked away with the sketchpad, leaving behind a few words before leaving.
"...You can arrange your time accordingly. The basketball is in the cage over there. You can take it if you want to play."
Very good!
I've been waiting for you to say this!
The freshmen felt a little uncomfortable standing here with their clothes off and being watched by everyone, but as soon as they heard about the free time, they immediately started to have fun.
There was an uproar, and people walked to the basketball storage area in groups of three or four to start picking out basketballs that they liked.
After putting on his sweatshirt, Gong Yangzhen went straight to Vulcan Daigo who was also about to walk towards the pile of basketballs.
"Kagami-san... I have a request. I haven't played ball in a long time, so my skills may be a little rusty. Could you play ball with me?"
"...You want to fight me?"
Hearing this, he slightly raised his eyebrows, then looked up and down at this guy who gave people a very unusual feeling, and Kagami Daigo immediately grinned with a crazy expression.
"Don't let me make you lose confidence, Ram."
At this moment, the court was given to the freshmen to play, and the second-year seniors gathered together to chat.
Hinata Junpei couldn't help laughing when he saw a group of new members who turned into little blacksmiths and started forging iron like crazy.
Then he looked in the direction of Reiko Aida: "Coach, you just stopped at Kagami and Rams for so long, did you find any good seedlings?"
Although he said this, he actually already had the answer in his heart. After all, the talents of those two people were visible to the naked eye as soon as they took off their clothes.
"..."
However, Reiko Aida's reaction was beyond his expectations.
Aida, why are you silent?
Just as I was hesitating, I suddenly heard the faint voice of Aida Reiko: "Hinata-kun, look at Gongyang-kun's physique, how about you guess how much he weighs?"
"what?"
Hinata Junpei was slightly startled, then looked at Gong Yangzhen who was holding the ball and walking to the empty half of the court with Kagami Taiga. Recalling the muscular physique he had just caught a glimpse of, he said, "Hmm... over 70 kilograms?"
"I think you can be a little bolder. The numbers are too conservative."
"...so he's over 80 kilograms? But he doesn't look that strong—"
"It's one hundred and forty-eight kilograms, Hinata-kun."
