Experience in Gym-----Basketball Court

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First, I want to tell your guys that for some reasons I have already left Group 3. I finished this task by my own this week.

Just like the black widow says, "I'd rather work alone."

Yep. I went to the basketball court, where my former teammates would never go. As a former MVP I had to say that basketball court is always my zone. To those little kids, I was a huge monster, so I just robbed their ball from the board and started to shoot. Obviously they could never steal it back. Oh, despicable me!

See how good I am? No one can beat me!

   One of my dream is to carry the ball like Stephen Curry.

When a child tried to defend me,  I pointed my finger on the sky and said, "Look! Alien!" Then the stupid cute boy looked at my hand and I passes him with my perfect skill. Oh, clever me!

I was enjoying bullying these two kids, because they were played by me like two jumping monkeys who want to pee deadly but they just can't. So cute!

Finally, their big sister came to me angrily. Before she started to talk, I caught her boobs suddenly. A rainbow was blooming on her face, red, green, black, blue and purple. Then she screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She took the two children back home with shame, and I returned their ball with a big smile.
You were too young to play with me, beauty~

When I saw my inverted image on the glass, the person was absolutely not me.
I saw the dead pool behind me.
Perfect!
 I was so glad that I owned the full court. Just as I said, basketball court is always my zone.
Then the question was, I didn't have a ball.
Oh, hell! The feeling of boring came so quickly!
Bored! Bored! Bored!!!
 If I had a gun, I would shot a smiling face on the wall to express my annoying boring feeling.

However, I saw a guy with light skin and a big ass who was shooting with difficulty.
Obviously, this man works in office and hardly plays sport.
What? How could I know he's not a student?
Come on! Use your tiny brain! There was some chalk dust on his trousers, just beside his laps. Also, some of dust was on his left hand cuff, obvious!
Definitely, he was a left-handed teacher who worked in an old school. Thanks, Sherlock!
A clumsy teacher! Interesting...
Then I came to my next aim, with my big, perfect smile...




p.s. It is absolutely not a true story.

Hi, I'm Sherlmax! I'm a well educated, nice and gentle sociopath. I hate this project so I tried my best to make it interesting. I hope you like my story. Thanks for reading!
Working alone is much better for me.