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一个无聊的周六。窗外烈日当头,晒得行人懒懒的。屋内的我开足了冷气,大口大口地啃着西瓜,伴随着我狼吞虎咽的是收音机里传出的莫文蔚懒懒的呻吟——《盛夏的果实》,四周被一种沉闷的气氛包围着,心里好烦躁。刚要睡着,却被一阵嘈杂声惊醒了。趴在窗口往下看,原来是一群男生兴致勃勃地赶去踢球,嘴里叽哩呱啦地在争论着什么。“有个9号yeah!”每次看到9号,我总会想到他——一个在赛场上搏命,训练场上勤奋,而在球场
A boring Saturday. From the window of the sun, the sun was lazy. Inside the room, I was full of air-conditioning and swearing watermelons. I was devoured by Karen Karen’s lazy baboon on the radio, “The Fruit of Midsummer,” surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere. So irritating. Just about to sleep, I was awakened by a loud noise. Looking down at the window, 趴 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 原来 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 “There is a yeah on the 9th!” Every time I see the number 9, I always think of him - one is fighting on the court, the diligence on the training ground, and on the court