The 7th Class organized the offensive very quickly. Chen Juan shouted out with a shout. The five people on the opposite side quickly pressed into the three-second zone. Wang Yiyang roared and burst out loud, turning his head and running wildly under the basket.

It was too late. Ning Yuan made a beautiful ball. A warm cheer came from the stands opposite. The little mermaids in Class 7 cheerleading jumped up and down.

The score was tied as soon as it started in the third quarter, and Class 10 called a timeout.

Chen Juan had already stood up at this time. There was nothing wrong with his face, except that his face was not very good. Wang Yiyang was the first to rush to him, bowed and frowned at him: "How is it?"

Chen Juan raised his hand and rubbed his stomach: "It's okay."

Wang Yiyang nodded, stood up straight, rushed towards the opposite side, as if he was about to fight.

Chen Juan grabbed his arm: "What are you doing? I won't play the ball anymore?"

Wang Yiyang had a gloomy face and turned his head: "What kind of moves is that No. 13? Whoever dares to move?"

"Ningyuan," Song Zhiming said, "I played with him once before, and this guy is very bad at it. I was telling you to pay attention to him just now. Who knows what you two were listening to at that time."

Wang Yiyang "snatched" and said, "Who knows what kind of mess it is?"

He looked completely angry, and Billy Yujing saw it before, and was still angry at the door of 7-11 before school started.

Song Zhiming was talking to Chen Juan next to him. Lin Yu hesitated for a moment, and did not go over, quietly standing beside him and watching him.

After watching for a few seconds, Chen Ren suddenly turned around.

The two of them met their eyes, Lin Yu was stunned and said nothing. Liu Fujiang had already walked around from the side and put his hand on Shen Juan's shoulder: "How about it? Should I change people?"

"No," Chen Juan looked away and looked at the opposite side.

Ning Yuan was looking at him.

Ningyuan is as famous as his name, and has a very gentle face, but just now, Chen Juan has already realized how ruthless this person is.

In fact, it was not completely fine. Chen Juan's stomach was still thrusting, and he almost vomited after finishing the elbow.

According to Song Zhiming's words, Ning Yuan is not specifically targeting him. He just habitually likes to play basketball.

When it comes to Luo Qinghe, it is probably just to distract him from the attention and cause him to have loopholes.

But the key is why he knew Luo Qinghe.

Chen Ren calmed down and tried to search in his memory about Ning Yuan, his appearance, or any person surnamed Ning, without any result.

He really doesn't know such a person.

Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, Ning Yuan turned his head, looked at him, and smiled gently.

If you ignore his uncomfortable look, it will be easy for people to think that he is a good person.

After the time was paused, Song Zhiming was still instructing him non-stop when he was playing again: "Be careful with Ning Yuan, don't give him another chance to attack, this pussy is very good at finding blind spots."

"No, I really can't understand," Yu Pengfei was puzzled, "Why did he do this? Does he want to win?"

"Are you mentally retarded?" Song Zhiming glanced at him, "I definitely want to win, who doesn't want to win? I want to win too, Brother Yang, do you think he is careless?"

Wang Yiyang walked by the side in silence without saying a word.

Lin Yu was shocked and found it a little bit unpleasant.

Sure enough, at the beginning, Wang Yiyang was like a irritable little monster, staring at Ning Yuan from beginning to end with anger that could not be restrained. As long as this person was within one meter of Chen Juan, he would definitely rush over.

Chen Juan called him several times in the middle, but Wang Yiyang didn't hear it.

This was the first time Lin Yujing saw him ignore Chen Juan.

He was like a little robot with his head over the string. After getting the ball, he flew over the center line and crossed two people, stepped into the three-point line, and was blocked by Ning Yuan.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, with the fiery red jersey and the blue night sky. Ning Yuan turned his back to Lin Yu, and the big bright yellow Arabic numeral 13 on his back was a bit dazzling.

Lin Yu panicked for no reason. She ran aside for two steps, trying to see Wang Yiyang's expression. The next second she stood still, she saw Wang Yiyang covering her knees and falling to the ground.

Song Zhiming was still dancing a veneer dance with Xu Jie. It took about two or three seconds before he reacted, turned around and roared: "Wang Yiyang!!"

Li Lin jumped up from the seat: "The whistle was not blowing! Is the referee fucking blind?! Referee!!"

Liu Fujiang hurriedly called for a pause. Everyone on the tenth class jumped up, and there was a lot of curses in the stands.

Yu Pengfei walked over with Wang Yiyang, everyone was calm and suppressed different degrees of anger.

He walked at the end with his eyes hanging down, his jawline tightly.

Wang Yiyang sat down beside him, Liu Fujiang squatted down and checked his knees. Song Zhiming turned around and swept around the substitutes. Before he could speak, Li Lin had already jumped up: "I'll go."

Liu Fujiang pressed his fingers on the side of his knees, and Wang Yiyang grinned and leaned over: "I can still--"

"You can do it!" Song Zhiming slapped him in the head, "Why did I tell you just now? What are you and Ning Yuangang? Can you attack him or what? Hurry up and go to the school hospital!"

Song Zhiming turned around and glanced around the substitute with difficulty, and finally looked at Li Lin with pain: "Brother..."

Li Lin stood there tremblingly, with a brave warrior looking like a brave soldier, patted his chest, and was so nervous that he began to stutter: "Don't worry, hand it over to me!"

Song Zhiming: “…”

Lin Yu exclaimed: "Captain, I'll do it."

Song Zhiming nodded: "Okay, come, we can lose the competition, we don't want the certificate, we won't compete for the steamed buns--" He stopped and turned to look at her, "What are you here?"

"Substitute." Lin Yu said in surprise and concisely.

Everyone looked at her, Wen Zihui's mouth was wide open, Yu Pengfei's face was still dull, and he looked like he was wandering around the world.

Song Zhiming came to his senses: "Boss Lin, do you play basketball? Do you know how to play basketball?"

Lin Yu turned around in shock: "Do you still have someone else? Just Li Lin's snail speed, it takes three minutes to run wildly to the basket, right?"

Li Lin didn't care that Lin Yu was shocked and humiliated him crazily. He said tactfully: "But you are a girl..."

"Is this a men's basketball game? Can't women participate?" Lin Yu asked in surprise.

"No..." Li Lin said dumbly, "I am...I am amazing..."

Lin Yujing ignored him and threw the small color flag with the carefully designed team logo printed in his hand on the ground. He raised his hand to pull off the loose rubber band, bit it in his mouth, grabbed his hair, and tied it again: "The center of the 7th class is very strong in defense, and his one-stands like Optimus Prime, but his attack is not very good, he is slow in action, and he looks so stupid, that No. 8, the jump ball, what's the name? Xu Jie? He is a monkey who knows how to yell except jumping high, and he doesn't use anything. The low-end version of Wang Yiyang."

Lin Yujing swept around the opponent and continued: "They have a good point guard. They have changed people a few times. He has never been on it. Although he doesn't have any sense of existence, he organized several goals in their class that are more morale-raising," she turned her head and looked at Song Zhiming, "Look at the defenders and then look at you. Can you play ball with your brain? Calm down, you have the appearance of a captain."

"I wasn't a defender either! Isn't that because no one played the defender?" Song Zhiming had completely failed to come back, "My sister Lin, no, Sister Xiaolin, I'll confirm it last, are you going to play?"

Lin Yu looked at him in surprise: "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"

Song Zhiming said: "It's not like it."

Lin Yu nodded in surprise and said calmly: "You may not see it, but I am quite angry now. I have always had a bad temper."

The girl has long eyelashes, fox eyes are slightly raised, big eyes are blinking, and her voice is soft and gentle.

Song Zhiming thought to himself that I really didn't see it.

Chen Jue laughed.

Wang Yiyang reacted first. She grabbed Lin Yujing's wrist and handed her the wrist guard on her wrist: "My Lin, inheritance."

Lin Yujing was actually a little disgusted, but now she didn't care whether she was disgusted or not. She took it over and said thank you. Before she could get on, she was taken away by Chen Juan.

Chen Juan took off his wrist guard and threw it to her, put it on Wang Yiyang's, and looked at her with his eyes down: "Part 4, Lin?"

Lin Yu was shocked to remember that they were both No. 4.

She said "oh" and walked around him: "Then you change another one, go to the referee to explain and say something?"

"Okay," Chen Juan said, and then he pulled the hem of the jersey and took off his clothes. "Get me a number 3."

Wen Zihui responded quickly and pulled a big bag inside and flipped through it: "No. 3... I'll look for it, is No. 2 okay?"

"No." Chen Juan said.

"Why must it be number 3?" Lao Gao asked honestly, "Is this an auspicious number?"

Song Zhiming looked at him speechlessly: "How did you grow up so old? Because Aaron Iverson is number 3."

"Oh..." Li Lin deliberately made a sudden realization, and was humble, "Who is Aaron Iverson?"

Song Zhiming said: "It's the NBA star, the one who plays the shooting guard."

Li Lin said: "Ah, hey, I remember which young lady in our class is his little fan?"

Song Zhiming said: "Hey, I forgot what I called it, I seemed to have said it just now."

Lin Yujing: "..."

The two of them sang and slutted there for a long time, until the game started again, Wen Zihui finally found the No. 3 jersey, Shen Jue put it on, and several people went on the court.

At the beginning, no one could react until they saw that there was a long hair standing on the field.

Long hair.

And tied a braid!!!

The basketball court seemed to be filled with a pot of boiling water, with the lid of the pot being cushioned and bubbled, and the sound in the stands was noisy.

I don’t know which class in the next class was laughing loudly: “What’s the situation? Why did Class 10 find a girl to go up? There is really no one in their class.”

"They have given up."

"I'm convinced, women, women can spank the ball."
To be continued...