[3-minute story] Frisbee Club

Frisbee Club

It was a long time ago. Ronaldo was the one who dominated football at that time. In the late golden age of the Brazilian team, I knew a few Brazilian stars even if I didn't watch football. That summer, after the World Cup blessing, plus football The enthusiastic publicity of the club's seniors, when I entered high school, the football club was a big hit, and there were too many people who volunteered to join the club, and they had to be selected.

I also want to be popular, like the captain of the school team, but I don't have any sports that I am good at. I couldn't even rank in the team relay in my junior high school days, let alone a ball game.

At that time, I didn't know which club to join. I looked at the posters and thought that none of them were bad, but I couldn't tell which one was right for me, so I hesitated for a while. "You can just add one, and then we'll play with others." Egghead made the action of aiming for the pool ball, he had already chosen it, Seagull Research Club, "Just come with you." But I'm still thinking about it, and finally In the eighth class on Tuesday, the first club activity, I gave up the Go club and the school newspaper club and went to the eighth and last building, the classroom in the corner of the school building.

The social office of the Frisbee Club.

I saw the poster posted on the door from a distance: a drawing of Saturn, and Saturn's rings like a Frisbee, a human head sticking out his tongue, Bizan, looking stupid, and writing in an explosive dialog box, " Frisbee is an alien sport!"

I looked up at this two-story school building, old and dilapidated - if it weren't for that obtrusive poster, I would never have believed it was still in use - the corridors were not only covered with dust, but also with mud, sand, leaves, and stairs. The iron rolling door was deeply locked, and the yellow cloth strips used for engineering were pulled on both sides. Later, I heard from my senior sister that two years before I entered school, the eighth building was listed as a dangerous building due to the earthquake, but there was no money to rebuild it for the time being. I won't start work until after I graduate.

I knocked on the door, but no one responded, but as expected, I was going to go back, but I couldn't help but look in the window, there was a can of yellow soda on the table, and big words were written on the blackboard: We need you! ! !

So I grabbed the window, which was an old-fashioned, wooden one, or the one with iron hooks, rocked up and down to open, but my hands were full of dust.

After I entered, the first time I felt that this place was full of time.

The classroom is surrounded by records of previous club activities, all kinds of sundries, most of which are old and faded, with microscopes, dragonfly specimens, astronomical photos, and planetary models made by Styrofoam. Hanging on the black curtains, the community regulations written on poster paper are all a joke of some predecessors. So-and-so is not allowed to wear socks and slippers, and so-and-so must wash her hands before entering.

I pulled up a chair and sat down with my arms folded over my chest. I was going to make a soda, but then I wanted to wait for the other members who were late.

At that time, I was the only one in the whole school building, and it was far away from the playground, so it was very quiet, except for the occasional train passing by, clattering, the tracks were very close to here, only separated by a wall. When the train passes by, the windows will vibrate slightly, and the dust from the social management will gently fall. The light shines in such a space, illusory and hazy, as if I am sitting here, temporarily isolated from the school or the world.

I don't know how long it took, when the bell from the next building came. Still no one came, so I climbed out of the window, closed the window, and wrote the class name on the blackboard before leaving the office.

The next day Dantou said that he went to an Internet cafe during the club time, hit the dark, and hit a super strong bow. I nodded. We were in the toilet at the time and I had already washed my hands and was waiting for the egghead to wipe my ass.

"A Cong, you had a great time yesterday?" Dantou said across the door, "Senior is super straight."

"Hah, what senpai?"

"Second-year-senpai, cute."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Fake it, my senior from your club, you weren't there when she came in the morning."

After lunch, I went to the school building of the second grade, looking for her and the one from the Frisbee Club. They talked a lot. Later, someone said that it must be Aju. They laughed and walked to the back of the classroom. The hot pot was cooked on a cassette stove in a hidden place, and they told her that they looked at me, and the senior stood up straight and pointed the spoon at me.

"What? What Frisbee Club? It's the Alien Culture Research Club!"

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