There are not many people in the basketball court.

Since get out of class was over early today, the boys in Class 4 occupied two venues.

Jiang Qinghua, Liu Xin and Li Zheng naturally gathered in the same half.

Liu Xin was still blaming himself for Hu Chunmei's illness, and the oil he threw out when he made a layup was less than before.

Jiang Qinghua and Li Zheng stood side by side and warmed up.

"One on one." Jiang Qinghua said indifferently, "With the few people there are still many."

"Farewell, I definitely can't beat you." Li Zheng shook his head while doing radio gymnastics.

"How can I know if I don't try it?"

"I know without trying."

"You don't understand." Jiang Qinghua grabbed the rolling basketball and tried hard to wipe away the chill and bleakness in his ears, "You don't understand at all."

"I understand." Li Zheng took a big step and jumped up. "I'm actually just lucky. I just want to relax in a low-key manner. It's best not to hit other classmates."

"Can you, don't jump and talk."

“…”

Jiang Qinghua was about to say something again, but the chill in his ear suddenly turned into a strong wind and came to him.

He quickly raised his hand to block it.

Bang!

It's a basketball.

Fortunately, he almost caught it.

But his hands still hurt.

This force...

"Start it, Jiang Shuai." Qiao Bixia pressed her finger joints and walked all the way.

"Hi~" Xu Mengxi waved to him and said hello.

There seemed to be a person hiding behind it. Judging from the shiny shoes, it was Lin Yujing.

Jiang Qinghua swallowed bitterness with hatred in his eyes: "You guys... won't you add more classes..."

"It's because of the demonstration, the school dare not add it." Qiao Bixia ran over with a bang, jumped and hit Liu Xin, "yoo!"

Guss!

Liu Xin was staggered by the collision, looked back at Qiao Bixia, picked up the ball silently, and didn't say anything.

"Wow, the oil barrel is not in shape today."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Liu Xin made a silent shot and failed to make the ball.

"It's okay, I'll make you feel good." Qiao Bixia rubbed her hands and turned to Jiang Qinghua, "Stop being too lazy, three to three, start."

Jiang Qinghua glanced at Lin Yujing, who was walking away with her head tilted, and didn't know that Lin Yujing was walking hard.

Why, are you avoiding your own gaze?

Maybe it's okay, there's still a show.

Jiang Qinghua looked shocked: "It's done, but the fight between men and women is too bullying you, let's change the ball."

"Come on." Qiao Bixia snatched the basketball from Liu Xinshu, "Come on, come on, come on, come on."

The ball-turning eye is a random way to form a team on the court.

Whoever the captain transfers, he will join him.

The six people quickly formed a circle.

Qiao Bixia twisted the ball and turned upwards, and then caught it.

The needle eye was aimed at Lin Yujing.

Qiao Bixia took her over and hugged her tightly.

Next, Jiang Qinghua moved to Xu Mengxi.

In the last round, Qiao Bixia transferred to Li Zheng.

The result is out.

Qiao Bixia, Lin Yujing, and Li Zheng team.

Jiang Qinghua, Liu Xin, and Xu Mengxi team.

Everyone was disappointed in this result.

But at least, Jiang Qinghua can confront Li Zheng head-on.

"Ten balls, three-pointers count as two." Qiao Bixia threw the basketball heavily at Li Zheng.

Li Zheng just raised his hand and gently removed it, then rode the ball and jumped towards the midfield serve point.

"Yes." Qiao Bixia leaned into Lin Yujing's ear and said, "Passing him more balls, and I'll waste his energy quickly. After playing ten balls, I'll be able to abuse him."

"Well!" Lin Yujing nodded in anticipation.

On the other side, Jiang Qinghua team had no communication.

Xu Mengxi wanted to discuss the tactical arrangements a little, but only saw two arrogant men.

Liu Xin stood under the basket and had no hope of living.

Jiang Qinghua was not the case. He clenched his fists tightly, with fire in his eyes.

Xu Mengxi seemed familiar with this stubborn and indomitable feeling, as if the Shuo brother from yesterday had also lived like this.

Indeed, Jiang Qinghua hasn't been so serious for a long time.

This time, I won't lose again.

Find out Li Zheng!

The basketball court, its surname is Jiang!

Li Zheng, who was standing at the serving point, also felt this unusual fighting spirit.

It seems that it has surpassed the game exchange itself.

Forget it, let's avoid it first.

He passed the ball towards Lin Yujing.

"Um." Lin Yujing received the ball and waved his hand in an exemplary manner to organize the attack, "Um, Um."

On the other side, Jiang Qinghua raised his arm and yelled: "I'll keep an eye on Li Zheng, I'll leave it to you, who's that?"

"Oh..." Xu Mengxi met Lin Yujing.

"Um." Lin Yujing turned his head and glared, and immediately sent it back to Li Zheng.

As soon as Li Zheng received the ball, he saw Jiang Qinghua pounce on him like a bull.

He was so scared that he quickly passed the ball back to Lin Yujing.

Lin Yujing drove the ball twice and passed it back: "Well!"

Li Zheng was lucky and sent back.

The two of them ran forward, and they passed on me and I passed on you.

Looking around, there were six or seven rounds in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Qinghua chased after him, for some reason, but suddenly lost strength on his legs.

The competition has obviously just begun.

But he seemed to have heard the final whistle.

Every time Lin Yujing made a strong shot, his heart seemed to be stabbed.

Every time Li Zheng returns, he seems to be a little shorter.

As he ran, he could no longer run.

When you react.

He was left behind by the two.

"Ah..." Jiang Qinghua looked back in confusion.

Stunned.

Li Zheng and Lin Yujing seemed to have turned into slow motion.

Tacit understanding, warmth.

Still flirting with each other.

He seemed to have understood something.

pain.

it hurts.

Dong, swish.

Li Zheng scored easily with a layup.

Not to mention, this attack was quite comfortable.

The fast-paced passes were passed back and forth, and Jiang Qinghua was thrown away while flowing.

This ball is enjoyable.

"Good ball." Li Zheng rushed to Lin Yujing.

"Swish." Lin Yujing turned his head, hoping that Li Zheng would run out of his energy soon.

Qiao Bixia pressed Liu Xin and grabbed the ball, and threw it at Jiang Qinghua: "No, Jiang Shuai."

Bang.

The center entrance.

Jiang Qinghua did not struggle and fell to the ground.

"Why?!"

Several people hurriedly surrounded.

However, Jiang Qinghua looked straight into the sky in a daze, as if she did not feel the pain in her body.

He understood, he realized.

He was in pain, too.

He was humming something.

What a painful understanding.

You were all mine.

It's just my way back,

Every step,

They all left so lonely.

Suddenly, a roar suddenly came from the side of the playground.

"Liu Xin, come here!"

Not only Liu Xin, but also Li Zheng was so scared that he shrank his neck.

It's Qiao Sheng, and he and Hu Chunmei are preparing to leave school.

"Retribution... is coming..." Liu Xin sighed and walked over with his head down.

The game was suspended, Lin Yujing grabbed the ball and practiced layups with full fighting spirit.

Qiao Bixia was very worried about Jiang Qinghua and hugged him and shook him violently.

"Jiang Shuai, what's wrong? Let's say something." Qiao Bixia gritted her teeth and outlined a picture of iron-bone tenderness between her shaking her thick lips. "Li Zheng, please help me press it, I'll breathe artificially."

Artificial respiration is artificial respiration.
Chapter completed!