Jiang Qinghua also shuddered.
The BGM collapsed instantly.
The physiological fear forcibly dispelled the chill in his heart.
"I'm fine." He kicked the ground and retreated, getting up awkwardly.
"Heh, just kidding." Qiao Bixia laughed heartily, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, "Still think you can take advantage of me?"
Jiang Qinghua's chest hurt, but he clutched his abdomen.
Then he looked at Li Zheng.
The latter nodded steadily, "You, not good enough."
Jiang Qinghua shook his head and laughed stubbornly, "Just one ball, don't get cocky, watch me beat you today."
Li Zheng rubbed his hands eagerly.
At this moment, Liu Xin ran back.
"Teacher Qiao said, if we make it to the final four in the basketball game, he'll let me off." Liu Xin flapped his arms like a large moth and jumped up, "Let's get practicing!"
"Stop yapping, go for the inside line." Jiang Qinghua scolded.
"Let's go."
"Hmph, now it's getting interesting." Qiao Bixia followed closely.
