at the same time.

The supreme secret realm of the school, Class 1, Grade 3.

"Why don't you sleep? Let's watch football." Qiao Bixia moved Xu Mengxi's table and started shaking it.

"I'm really sleepy...Sister Xia, please let me go..." Xu Mengxi lay on the Totoro pillow, hugging the sides of the table.

"No, there are four classes today, Jiang Shuai Youtong's class."

"Then I have to go to sleep..." Xu Mengxi kept shaking her head, "Besides, I can't understand it."

"Don't I explain this?" Qiao Bixia didn't care so much and picked up Xu Mengxi.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xu Mengxi struggled out after a lot of effort, "At least let me get a book to read."

"Hypocritical." Qiao Bixia clapped her hands and smiled at the girls in the front row, "Mengxi went to watch their puppy compete."

"Yeah?" The girl raised her head alertly and repeated in a louder voice, "Mengxi is going to watch the game of a boy who likes her?"

"Mengxi went to watch the boy she likes play?"

"Mengxi went to watch her boyfriend's game?"

Hula hula, the whole class was excited.

All go outside.

Xu Mengxi is afraid of whatever comes next.

I just wanted to sleep and hide away because I was afraid of being criticized.

"Qiao Bixia..." she said aggrievedly while holding the book, "If you keep talking about me...I will...I will...I will..."

"Look, you can't do anything." Qiao Bixia laughed, hugged her and walked out.

Xu Mengxi held her head and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Making friends carelessly.

…

On the basketball court, the physical education teacher stood on the center line and reiterated the rules to both sides.

"The game is divided into two halves, each of 15 minutes, for a total of 30 minutes."

"10 minutes intermission."

"During the game, when the ball is dead, you can ask me to make a substitution. We are amateurs, so we won't call a timeout."

"Three fouls and sent off."

"A serious foul will result in a direct loss."

"No problem, let's kick off."

Ling Shijie laughed and said: "What is a serious foul, Teacher Wang?"

"What the hell is poverty?" Teacher Wang of Physical Education turned to Jiang Qinghua, "Is there any problem in Class 4?"

Jiang Qinghua quickly raised his hand: "One of our main players has gone to the toilet."

"Ha." Ling Shijie spat and laughed, "See if I scare you, I will fight you normally and not bully you."

Teacher Wang also looked at his watch: "It's already time. Let's switch to Class 4."

After saying that, he was about to blow the whistle when he suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Qinghua, "Is that the classmate with the shaggy hair who is going to the toilet? Is his name Li Zheng?"

"right."

"Oh...then...people have three urgent needs. There is nothing we can do about it. Let's wait a little longer." Teacher Wang looked at the scenery with his hands behind his back.

"..."

At another venue, two liberal arts classes have already started.

The ten boys were all weak and there was nothing they could do.

The venue here is still waiting for people.

Just when everyone was complaining and ready to curse.

A strangely handsome man trotted into the room.

Unlike other players who wear T-shirts and sweatshirts.

He was wearing a Shougang team uniform, as if he had just finished playing in the professional league.

It's so shameful that one shivers.

Especially the people in the second class opposite.

"Who are you forcing?"

"Do you want to be so shameless..."

"I'm going to wear a Kobe Jordan...what does Shougang mean?"

The people in Class 4 were also very embarrassed.

Li Zheng, you have changed.

It was Tang Zhifei, no matter what, he raised his arms and shouted: "Come on! Li Zheng! Come on!"

The boys and girls started shouting along with her, finally dissipating some of the embarrassment.

Li Zheng ran into the field with his head lowered in shame, high-fiving his teammates one by one.

Because of this outfit, the current recovery value of flirting with girls is only 9.3.

A little rough calculation shows that there are also hundreds of girls watching the battle now.

This won't work.

Sudden.

The recovery value plummeted again, approaching zero.

Finished.

Qiao Bixia is here.

Li Zheng clenched his fist with hatred.

It's so hard for me.

Lin Yujing, can you help me hedge?

When Teacher Wang of Physical Education saw Li Zheng coming, he blew the whistle.

"Everyone in his place."

Jiang Qinghua and the 1.87-meter center from the second class stood in the center circle, preparing to fight for the ball.

As soon as the whistle blew, Teacher Wang held the ball and threw it upward.

They both took off at the same time.

Like holding the moon, Jiang Qinghua reached a high point and was half an arm ahead of his opponent. With a flick of his hand, Jiang Qinghua returned the ball to his own half and landed accurately in the arms of point guard Chen Sen.

The fan group immediately shouted like a chicken blood: "Jiang Shuai Jiang Shuai mvp!"

The whole class also cheered loudly.

Game start!

Chen Sen controlled the ball, and the four-team army suppressed the situation.

Jiang Qinghua will start running and try to create a gap.

but.

A dark-skinned man with short hair suddenly stopped in front of him.

The short-haired man bent over and bent his knees, opened his arms, and clung to Jiang Qinghua as if he wanted to hug her.

Jiang Qinghua suddenly stopped and turned around, but the man kept chasing him.

He even ran back to the midfield line, but the man still clung to him.

Only then did Jiang Qinghua realize that there was no ball in this man's eyes, only people.

It's just to disgust people.

"Are you sick?" Jiang Qinghua cursed angrily, "nmsl?"

"Dudu!"

Teacher Wang has an excellent ear, so he blew the whistle on the spot and shouted: "No insults, offensive fouls, serve from the center line of class two."

In an instant, the sound of cheering from Class 2 drowned out everything.

Ling Shijie suppressed his laughter and ran behind Jiang Qinghua and whispered: "nmsl, this volume is fine, do you understand?"

On the field, on the side of Class 4, Chen Sen and Liu Yonghui ran back to their own half, waving their fists in frustration.

"Director Jiang, let's take it easy."

"It's too frustrating to brag like this."

On the sidelines, the four cheering teams were also hit.

It was Tang Zhifei who was the first to stand up and raise his arms: "Come on! Defend!"

Then everyone reluctantly shouted along.

But this time Zhang Xiaoke said nothing.

Still a little disgusted.

This class is so bad at basketball.

At this time.

"Ah, isn't this a dragon?" A huge figure rushed over.

Zhang Xiaoke trembled all over. Without turning his head, he probably knew who was coming just by looking at the shadow. He hid and said, "Well...we don't know each other very well..."

At this time, Tang Zhifei also discovered this big guy and pulled him into his camp without saying a word.

"Bixia Bixia, you have a loud voice, come and cheer for our class."

"Easy to say, Teacher Tang." Qiao Bixia then pulled Xu Mengxi and stood outside the sideline with the four groups. She rolled up her sleeves and reviewed the situation, "Don't worry, I'll taste it first."

On the court, transition between offense and defense.

The second team attacks and the fourth team defends.

Even so, the ooze monster still didn't let Jiang Qinghua go.

"No, brother, you are attacking. Why are you chasing me?" Under his pressure, Jiang Qinghua chased Ling Shijie anxiously.

The slime monster said nothing and was very excited.

On the other side, the second team's offense was quite patient, passing the ball frequently and trying to create gaps.

No matter what others do, Li Zheng always stares at the man with glasses opposite him, not daring to make any mistakes.

But the problem still occurred.

Jiang Qinghua originally went to keep an eye on Ling Shijie, but because he got entangled with the ooze monster, he lost his position inexplicably.

Ling Shijie was able to easily break through to the edge of the three-second zone, easily jump up, and make a zero-degree mid-range shot.

Swish.

Score.

Ling Shijie smiled slightly, raised his arms high and returned to celebrate.

"Class 2!! Class 2!!! Class 2!!"

The cheers from Class Two filled the whole place.

The courtside scorekeeper also adjusts the scoreboard.

[Class 4 0:2 Class 2].

"Fuck..." Liu Xin looked at Jiang Qinghua reluctantly.

Seeing how miserable he was being pestered by the short-haired man, he was too embarrassed to hold him accountable.

Liu Xin gritted his teeth and had no choice but to act as the temporary leader, clapped his hands and ran towards his teammates.

"It's okay, take your time."

"This year is different, there is also my brother Li."
Chapter completed!