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As a sport with complete rules, it is natural to have a rest area for both players. Except for their respective ‘deployment’ and ‘correction’, no one else is allowed to enter.[]
The coaching staff of the third class is composed of their professors and teaching assistants. The 'deployment' of the upper class is Su Che, and the 'corrector' is Su Xiaomei...
"Brother, thank you for your hard work!" Su Xiaomei, who is in her twenties and seventies, is wearing a green skirt, her skin is as radiant as snow, her features are picturesque, and her whole body is filled with the youth and vitality of a girl. Seeing Chen Ke's end, her eyes flashed with excitement
Guang stood up with a smile.
The little girl turned sideways and gave up the folding stool and asked Chen Ke to sit down. While fanning him, she handed him a clean white towel to wipe the sweat from his head and face.
After Chen Ke put the towel on his shoulder, the girl took off the water bag slung over her shoulder, pulled out the cork and handed it to him. This kind of natural tacit understanding, even if the people around him were used to it, they would always make noises.
Su Shi winked and said, "Hey, little sister, brother is very tired too!"
"Second brother, you kicked the ball so bad, how many points did you lose to the third class?" The little sister's snow-white cheeks showed a faint blush, but her mouth said indifferently: "I will definitely not give up the second half.
Come on, just take your time and rest."
"Hi..." Su Shi turned back in dismay and said to his brother who was handing him water: "Look, we didn't play well, and even my sister doesn't recognize us."
"You really played badly today," Su Che said with a straight face.
While wiping his sweat, Song Duanping joked: "Is the mountain chief's female son-in-law standing by and taking your soul away?"
Su Shi couldn't help but look towards Wang Fang, and saw a beautiful woman as quiet as a delicate flower shining in the water, who happened to be looking towards them.
In an instant, Su Shi grasped his hand tightly as if he had been shocked by electricity and said: "She looked at me and smiled at me. It's true that the sixth palace has no color!"
"But save it, there's no chance that Sister Wang Fu is smiling at me." Song Duanping shook his head, blocking Su Shi's sight and said: "Uncle Tong is right, if we want to win, we must get rid of this erratic guy.
Change it."
"Seriously," Chen Ke looked at Su Xiaomei with a smile and said, "Female military advisor, please see how we adjust in the second half."
"Forgive me for being blunt, little sister," the little sister raised a white and slender finger and said, "If we continue to kick like half a chip, we will definitely lose."
"Yeah." The team members nodded one after another. In the second half, both sides' physical strength decreased and more mistakes were made. The opponent's technical advantage would be magnified and become the winner of the game.
"So we have to come up with some strange moves." The little girl's eyes were shining with wisdom: "We have to slow down the pace and try to get more of the ball at our feet. After the opponent becomes impatient, we can attack Cheng Zhiyuan.
It’s where the other party’s Sanli is…”
"That's their best player!" the team members objected.
"He does have the best skills, but he is not the best player on the other side." The girl shook her head and smiled: "Brother Wulang, who seems simple, is their soul. But when I observed Cheng Zhiyuan, he seemed to be a leader to Brother Wulang.
Somewhat dissatisfied. I saw that he would fight for every ball and kick it out with the most beautiful moves. This is a sign of wanting to be limelight. And as long as the ball reaches his feet, Brother Wulang will basically have nothing to do. It is they who
Only by abolishing martial arts can we still not fall behind."
Everyone nodded, feeling that what she said made sense. Before the game, the third class's voice for victory was so loud that it completely overwhelmed the first three classes. This made them feel like they were in mourning. Everyone had no other thoughts and only wanted to win.
Victory will shock the jaws of those who look down upon themselves.
This is not the case in class three. Even a calm guy like Wu Lang thinks he is sure to win. Those young men naturally have more thoughts. They not only want to win, but also want to be beautiful, and they also want to express themselves... This is their only
of flaws.
This flaw sounds simple to say, but to be able to see it in an intense and intense game and to point it out requires extraordinary vision and wisdom.
After the girl finished speaking, some players asked: "What if this trick doesn't work?"
Before the younger sister could speak, the gong started ringing.
Chen Ke stood up, his tall and straight posture reflected the petite figure of his little girl. Chen Ke looked around at the crowd and said: "If even this trick doesn't work, then we will definitely lose. We will lose anyway, so why not gamble to the end?"
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"We will definitely win!" The younger sister waved her pink fists and encouraged her brothers: "Because you have such a powerful corrector like me!"
"Tch..." Everyone laughed.
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Another gong sounded, and the second half of betting began.
Chen Ke and the others really slowed down their tempo. They managed to hit a high ball, and it always hit the net. It bounced back and continued to hit the ball, making the opponent unable to touch the ball for a long time... There was no negative game at this time, only the next three
The students in the class cheered loudly.
Back and forth, Leng Buding pierced Fengliu's eye with a kick, and only in the third shift did he seize the ball. Kurigoro fired an angry shot in response, and then in the third shift, he started to grind slowly again.
The sound of booing became louder and louder, and even the opposing players began to make noises. Chen Ke gave Song Duanping a signal and passed the ball over. Song Duanping understood the idea and hit the ball with a kick. The ball flew across the goal and flew to Cheng Zhiyuan's head.
Cheng Zhiyuan had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw that the ball finally came, he hurriedly put up his posture, moved the scorpion tail, unloaded the ball, and passed it to his teammate in the bottom corner. The player was stunned at that time and thought to himself,
Why are you passing the ball farther and farther? How can I head the ball?
"Pass it back!" Cheng Zhiyuan shouted, and the player pushed the ball back with his chest without even thinking about it.
"Hey!" Cheng Zhiyuan shouted, rose into the air, shot sideways, and kicked the ball out of the air in a flat and fast arc, piercing Fengliu's eyes!
"Ouch..." Seeing such a wonderful goal, the audience in the third class, who had long been suffocating, burst into earth-shaking cheers.
Cheng Zhiyuan did not expect that the goal would be scored, so he was overjoyed and jumped up from the ground, raising his hands high and accepting the congratulations of everyone, as if he had won.
This flying ball from outside the sky was such a huge blow to Class 3 that they didn't even catch it.
The team members looked at each other in confusion: 'What should I do? This guy is in such a bad state?'
"He is blind." Chen Ke ran over to pick up the ball, patted everyone on the shoulder and said: "Don't waver, if he stays in such good condition, we will admit it."
The opponent restarted the ball and Kurigoro scored another goal, leading the score.
At this time, the third class had no other ideas, just to clear the ball, tip the ball, shoot when the opportunity was good, and kick the opponent's head when the opportunity was bad.
For a time, Cheng Zhiyuan became the most dazzling star on the court. He used eighteen kinds of martial arts, using his feet, head, knees, and abdomen. Every time he touched the ball, he tried to be graceful, and every time he shot the ball, he tried his best.
Stay away from Goro... The first player to touch the ball is responsible for distributing the ball. As long as he wants to do something bad, you will not be able to catch the ball.
That is to say, from this point on, Chen Wulang basically had nothing to do. As soon as the most stable shooter stepped aside, the next three teams took a lot of shots, but few hits. The more they missed, the more frustrated they became, and the more interactive they became.
Not convinced, they would shoot whoever got the ball and even started blaming each other on the court...
On the other hand, in the third shift, seeing that the strategy worked, the morale was naturally boosted, the coordination became more precise, and every ball was delivered just right. Chen Ke only used his best footwork to hit the hole again and again.
When the stick of incense burned out and the final gong sounded, the scoreboard showed a huge disparity - twenty-one to eleven, the largest gap in history.
The cheerleaders from class three rushed into the field cheering and threw their heroes up in celebration.
There was silence in the third class. Heiwulang had a bitter look on his face and stared at the scoreboard. After a long time, he came back to his senses and stared at Cheng Zhiyuan who had already finished the game: "Don't run away after school, I will beat you!"
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The setting sun was shining on the way out of school. The little girl was riding on the back of little Mulan, still immersed in the joy of victory. She excitedly praised Chen Ke's every shot and laughed like a silver bell.
"Thanks to our female military advisor," Chen Ke was also in a good mood. He laughed loudly and said, "You really know the enemy's opportunity first, and you have no plans left!"
"Of course..." the younger sister was in high spirits. She loved hearing Sanlang's praise the most.
"You two have gone from singing and singing to complimenting each other." Su Shi shook his head and sighed: "Little sister, you only know that you have a third brother, but how can you make me, your own brother, feel so embarrassed?"
"Second brother, why do you always have to separate the inside and the outside?" The setting sun shone on the younger sister's face, which was bright red: "The third brother is also close to me. When he was a child..."
Only halfway through the words, Su Shi and Song Duanping pinched their throats and said, "You saved my life..."
"I hate it..." the younger sister said coyly, "You guys know how to bully others."
"It's not that we bully you. You've heard so much that your ears have calluses." Song Duanping said with a smile, "You use this shield every time, can't you use something new?"
Seeing that the little sister's face turned red, Chen Ke spoke out to save the situation: "Enough is enough, don't say that to the little sister again in the future..."
"It's better to be Third Brother..." The younger sister's eyebrows are as curved as a crescent moon.
"Otherwise, my little sister will avoid me from now on." Unexpectedly, the damned Chen Sanlang then added, "You guys can help me compile a dictionary!"