At the same time.
The supreme mystery of the school, the third grade.
"Why sleep? Watch the ball." Qiao Bixia shook Xu Mengxi's table.
"I am really sleepy... Sister Xia, let me go..." Xu Mengxi lay on the Totoro pillow,
hugging both sides of the table.
"No, there are four classes today, Jiang Shuai oil drums and their class."
"Then I have to sleep more..." Xu Mengxi shook her head vigorously. "Anyway, I can't read it."
"Isn't there any explanation for this?" Qiao Bixia didn't care about that much, she picked
up Xu Mengxi with one hand.
"Hey hey!" Xu Mengxi struggled to come out after a lot of effort, "Let me take a book
somehow."
"Huh?" The girl raised her head vigilantly and repeated in a louder volume, "Mengxi goes
to watch the boys' game that likes her?"
"Mengxi goes to watch a boy's game she likes?"
"Mengxi is going to watch her boyfriend's match."
Hula hula, the whole class was surging.
They went all out.
Xu Mengxi wasn't afraid of anything.
"Qiao Bixia..." She yelled at the book committee, "If you talk about me...I will...I
will...I will..."
"Look, you can't do anything." Qiao Bixia laughed and hugged her and walked out.
Xu Mengxi hugged her head, crying without tears.
I made friends accidentally.
...
On the basketball court, the big-headed sports teacher stood on the center line and
reiterated the rules to both sides.
"The game is divided into two halves, each with 15 minutes, totaling 30 minutes."
"Intermission for 10 minutes."
"During the game, you can call me to change when the ball is dead. We are amateurs, so we
won't call a timeout."
"Three fouls."
"Severe fouls lead to a direct penalty."
"It's okay to kick off."
Ling Shijie laughed beside him: "What is a serious foul, Teacher Wang?"
"What the hell is the poor." Teacher Wang turned to Jiang Qinghua, "Are there any problems
with Class 4?"
Jiang Qinghua quickly raised his hand: "We have a main force going to the toilet."
"Oh." Ling Shijie spit out and smiled, "Look at what scared you, I will fight normally and
not bully you."
Teacher Wang also glanced at his watch: "It's already time. Let's change another person in
Class 4."
After that, he was about to blow his whistle when he suddenly remembered something, and
asked Chong Jiang Qinghua, "Is that the classmate with fluffy hair that went to the
bathroom? Is it called Li Zheng?"
"Correct."
"Oh... this... people have three urgency, there is no way, wait a moment." Teacher Wang
looked at the scenery with his back hand.
"..."
In another venue, two liberal arts classes have started.
The ten boys are all soft and can't help it.
The venue here is still waiting for someone.
Just when everyone was complaining and was about to scold.
A strange man, trotted into the stadium.
Unlike other players wearing T-shirts and sweatshirts.
He wore a Shougang team uniform, as if he has just finished playing professional league.
The shamelessness made people shiver.
Especially the people in the second class opposite.
"Who the hell is that?"
"So shameless..."
"Anyway wearing Kobe Jordan...what is Shougang?"
The people in Class 4 were also embarrassed.
Li Zheng, you have changed.
Still Tang Zhifei, no matter what, he raised his arms and shouted: "Come on! Li Zheng!
Come on!"
The boys and girls then shouted with her, finally broke a little bit of the embarrassment.
Li Zheng lowered his head in shame and ran into the field, clapping his teammates one by
one.
Because of this dress up, the current flirting recovery value is only 9.3.
With a little rough calculation, now there are a hundred young girls watching the battle.
This won't work.
suddenly.
The recovery value dropped again, approaching zero.
I am finished.
Qiao Bixia is here.
Li Zheng made a fist with hatred.
This is so hard.
Lin Yujing, can you help to hedge?
When Teacher Wang saw Li Zheng coming, he blew his whistle.
"Everyone."
Jiang Qinghua and the second center's 1.87-meter power center stood in the middle circle,
ready to compete for the ball.
With a whistle, Teacher Wang held the ball and threw it upward.
The two took off at the same time.
Jiang Qinghua was like the moon, he was half an arm ahead of his opponent, and with a
return, he shot the ball back to his own half and it accurately fell into the arms of the
point guard Chen Sen.
The fan group immediately shouted like chicken blood: "Jiangshuai Jiangshuai MVP!"
The whole class followed desperately to applaud.
Game start!
Chen Sen controlled the ball, and the four squadrons were in pressure.
Jiang Qinghua would then start to run and try to pull out of the gap.
But.
A dark-skinned man suddenly stopped in front of him.
The inch-headed man leaned over and bent his knees, spread his arms, and clung to him as
if he was about to embrace Jiang Qinghua.
Jiang Qinghua stopped and turned, but the man only chased him.
He even ran back to the midfield line, and the man still clung to him.
Jiang Qinghua discovered that there was no ball in this person's eyes, only people.
It was purely disgusting.
"Are you sick?" Jiang Qinghua scolded angrily, "NMSL?"
"Beep!"
Teacher Wang has excellent ears and whistled on the spot, shouting: "No insults, offensive
fouls, and the second class center line serve."
In an instant, the cheering sound of the second shift drowned everything.
Ling Shijie ran to Jiang Qinghua with a smile and whispered: "NMSL, this volume is enough,
understand?"
On the court, on the side of Class 4, Chen Sen and Liu Yonghui slammed their fists and ran
back to their own half.
"team leader Jiang, let's take it easy."
"It's too embarrassing to blow this away."
On the sidelines, cheering for four shifts was also hit.
It was Tang Zhifei who was the first to stand up and raise his arms: "Come on! Defend!"
Everyone reluctantly yelled.
But this time Zhang Xiaoke was silent.
They are still somewhat disgusting.
This class of basketball is so bad.
At this time.
"Yeah, isn't this Zilong?" A huge figure flew over.
Zhang Xiaoke shuddered, without turning her head, she probably knew who was coming just by
looking at the shadow, and said while hiding: "This...we are not very familiar..."
At the same time, Tang Zhifei also found this big man, and without further ado, he pulled
him to his own camp.
"Bixia Bixia, you have a loud voice, come and cheer for our class."
"That's good, Teacher Tang." Qiao Bixia pulled Xu Mengxi and stood outside the sideline
with the group of four, rolling up her sleeves to examine the situation, "Don't worry,
I'll taste first."
On the field, offense and defense switched.
The second squad attacked and the fourth squad defended.
Even so, the Ooze Monster still didn't let Jiang Qinghua go.
"No, brother, you are attacking, why are you chasing me?" Jiang Qinghua chased Ling Shijie
under the pressure.
The ooze monster didn't say a word, and was very excited.
On the other side, the second squad's offense is fairly patient, passing the ball
frequently, trying to play the gap.
No matter how the other people are, Li Zheng always stares at the opposite glasses man,
not daring to make any mistakes.
But the problem still occurred.
Jiang Qinghua was originally staring at Ling Shijie, before he was entangled with the
slime monster and inexplicably lost his position.
Ling Shijie was able to easily break through to the edge of the three-second zone, jump
easily and make a zero-degree shot.
Huh.
Score.
Ling Shijie smiled slightly and raised his arms to celebrate his return.
"Class two!!! Class two!!! Class two!!!"
The sound of cheering from Class 2 covered the audience.
The scorer on the sidelines also adjusted the scoreboard.
[Four class 0: 2 class two].
"Fuck..." Liu Xin looked at Jiang Qinghua unwillingly.
Seeing that he was so miserable that he was entangled by an inch-headed man, he was
embarrassed to be held accountable.
Liu Xinyi gritted his teeth and had to bite the bullet and act as a temporary leader,
clapping his hands and ran towards his teammates.
"It's okay, take your time."
"This year is different, we have brother Li."
"Now I will focus on Li Zheng."