"Little sister, it's rare that you have a filial piety and know how to bring cigarettes to your brother."

Liu Xiyue closed the grid with a bang: "Don't you shout? There's no way!"

"Little sister, it's not good for you to do this. Since there is smoke, take it out quickly. Don't be too slow to avoid affecting my crush on you. It's best to hope that my pure love for you will not be defiled by a mere smoke."

"Haha, I think I'm stupid." Liu Xiyue sneered and said, "Last time I found out that you like smoking, I specially asked someone to bring a good cigarette in the car. I originally wanted to give it to you. Since you didn't even say your sister, forget it."

Song Baojun's otakus had a bad temper and said with a stubborn neck, "I have a lot of ambitions to sacrifice, and I dare to change the sun and moon to a new world. A cigarette says I don't smoke, but I don't smoke."

"Then you just hold it in! Song Baojun's little brother!" Liu Xiyue said gritting her teeth.

In addition to fashionable clothing, the Dream Bear Clothing Store also has a small number of sportswear, including Chelsea in football, Heat in basketball, Brazil in volleyball, and China in table tennis. The general manager of the flagship store received a phone call from Liu Xiyue and waited in advance at the door.

Liu Xiyue got off the car first and slapped the lv handbag into Song Baojun's arms: "Little brother, carry the bag for my sister."

Song Baojun had no choice but to catch the handbag that he thought was extremely vulgar. "It is normal for brother to carry the bag for his little sister. Forget it, let you do this time."

The manager waited respectfully for a long time, and saw that Mr. Liu was coming with the last young man again, and suddenly ambiguous smile appeared on his face, and he went forward and said, "Mr. Liu."

"Well, help me see if there is any good..." Liu Xiyue's three words of sportswear were still expressed, and the manager rushed to please her and said with a smile: "This store has prepared a good suit, which is designed specifically for Mr. Song, and was handed down by French designer Jean Sarkozy. With Mr. Song's figure and temperament, tsk, there is nothing to say! I guarantee that I am more handsome than Andy Lau, and I am more cool than Takeshi Kaneshiro!" I have introduced Song Baojun's surname to the manager last time.

Liu Xiyue had to shut up: "I'm here to choose a few basketball sportswear this time. Do you see if there are any suitable ones? Recommend them. Don't talk too much about the others."

The manager flattered the horse's legs and smiled embarrassedly: "Basketball sportswear? I have a few Lakers outfits here. They are as tall and mighty as Mr. Song, and they are muscular. They must be more handsome than Kobe Bryant when worn. I'll take you to try it."

Walking all the way to the sports area, the manager personally gave an explanation, introducing them to the various famous team uniforms in the store, which are from and what they represent.

The manager saw Song Baojun's figure, took off a yellow Lakers home uniform and a pair of black sneakers, and said, "Mr. Song, try this one."

"Go, why are you standing there?" Liu Xiyue pushed Song Baojun.

Song Baojun's figure is really not like the prince in a dragon robe. The Lakers' vest is loose and loose on his body, and the skinny ribs are looming, with a slightly arched back, and his head looking around. No matter how you look at it, how can you see it?

As soon as he left the locker room, the flash flashed and Song Baojun subconsciously reached out to block his eyes. It turned out that Liu Xiyue had already been guarding the door.

"Crazy woman, why are you shooting me?"

"I'm going to capture your ugly appearance and post it to Fei Etong's friends circle to let everyone see what an ugly man is."

"You and I have no common language."

While the two were quarreling, Long Ya and others arrived. Seeing them flirting, they felt uncomfortable. Rong Chuanlin clenched his fists tightly and thought to himself: "Even Song Baojun is so stupid, he can get along with the beautiful Liu. I am so taller than him, so handsome, and so rich, why can't he?"

Liu Xiyue explained the purpose of the trip to the manager, and the manager felt ashamed. It turned out that he had really expressed his feelings today.

A total of twenty sets of unified Lakers uniforms, including ten sets of home and away games, as well as twenty pairs of high-end sports shoes. Excluding the discount, it cost more than 40,000 yuan to Liu Xiyue. Even if she has shares in the company, she still has to spend money on buying things. However, she has a super card with her, so she doesn't have to carry cash.

Long Ya can still remain calm. A pauper like Guo Jun saw two thousand yuan words with a price tag of two thousand yuan, including two thousand shoes, which add up to six thousand yuan! For a moment, ecstasy filled everyone's hearts, and wished they could immediately put on the battle robe given by the goddess and level the archaeological team!

Rong Chuanlin was even more excited and held three shopping bags stacked up in his hands and trembled all over. He thought to himself: "The goddess actually gave me clothes? The goddess actually gave me clothes? This is not a dream! No, I can't bear to wear clothes anymore, what should I do? What should I do?"

Everyone left happily. Rong Chuanlin quickly pushed and said that his stomach was uncomfortable and asked everyone to leave first. He quickly squatted on the street and called his classmates and friends anxiously. After spending a long time, he paid a lot of good things. Finally, he borrowed 5,000 yuan and returned to the store to buy a new set of Lakers uniforms. The two sets that Liu Xiyue gave him were carefully packaged and prepared to take them home and collect them.

Seeing that he was weird, the manager was not inconvenient to ask more questions, so he gave a discount according to Mr. Liu's credit limit.

Liu Xiyue invited the basketball team members to a good meal at the restaurant at the school gate. For a moment, everyone was full of fighting spirit and felt that the heroes in the world were nothing more than that.

Gu Jianfeng, who had been waiting in the No. 4 Basketball Hall for a long time, suddenly heard a voice shouting "One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!" and followed the untidy steps. The Chinese basketball team lined up to jog into the basketball hall.

Rong Chuanlin ran in front of the team like a chicken blood and shouted slogans, his head high, as if he was about to attack the Spartan warriors of Greece. A super beautiful girl was hanging from behind.

"Stand up!" Rong Chuanlin ran to Gu Jianfeng and shouted: "All the ancient Chinese troops are here, please review the leader!"

"Hey, these little bastards are in such a good mental state?" Gu Jianfeng was surprised and happy, stood up with his arms around the ball and asked, "Where is Song Baojun?"

"Report to the coach, Song Baojun is still lazy behind him. Please punish him!" Rong Chuanlin shouted: "I hope he will run two hundred laps to serve as a warning!"

"Let's talk about it now. Everyone rested on the spot. I will assign today's mission later." Gu Jianfeng waved his hand and expressed satisfaction with his attitude.

It's still one o'clock noon now, and there is no one else in the basketball hall.

After a while, Song Baojun and Liu Xiyue came in talking and laughing. Gu Jianfeng didn't say much and said, "Song Baojun, come here quickly, we don't have much time left."

Rong Chuanlin shook his eyes at the physical education teacher, and Gu Jianfeng just pretended not to see it. This team was organized by Song Baojun alone. Can he afford it? I'm afraid that with Song Baojun's order, the rest of the people would scatter, and you can't do anything to him.

Gu Jianfeng asked everyone to sit on the clean floor, took out a small blackboard and hung the iron pillar of the basketball rack, saying, "The so-called game, we must know ourselves and our enemy and win every battle. Let's first determine the position on the court, first, small forward, Song Baojun. Do you have any questions?"

Everyone shook their heads, and only Song Baojun jumped out and asked: "Why is the small forward? What are the benefits? I want to do the position that is the easiest to score."

Gu Jianfeng was sweating protruded, saying, "The small forward is the team's most important scorer."

"Then why is there a word 'small'? I don't think it's right."

Gu Jianfeng held his forehead and said, "The name of the small forward is to distinguish it from the power forward. Regarding this simplest beginner question, I don't want to waste my time. Second, the power forward, Long Ya."

Long Ya nodded: "Happy to serve."

Power forward is the coolie in the team. He wants to grab rebounds, defend, and get a spot, but if he wants to shoot, he is often the last one. So power forward can be regarded as the most inconspicuous character on the basketball court. This invisible character is very important. Long Ya is calm, calm, and has excellent physical conditions, so it is very suitable to choose him.

Gu Jianfeng continued to arrange personnel: "Central, Rong Chuanlin."

Rong Chuanlin quickly smiled at Liu Xiyue who was sitting in the audience and said loudly: "Coach, let me leave the team."

The center is the center of a team. Most of the time he spends time in the penalty area, selling labor and body. Whether it is offense or defense, the center is the hub of the team. Rong Chuanlin is tall and strong, and has always served as a class sports committee member and has quite good sports cells.

"Fourth, shooting guard." Gu Jianfeng looked at the people sitting around, and finally his eyes fell on Deng Yanlin: "Deng Yanlin, do you have any questions?"

"Ensure the completion of the task." Deng Yanlin said.

The last position was the point guard. Gu Jianfeng thought for a long time and looked at the few students on the court with no power, but could not find a suitable candidate.

Song Baojun gave Tan Qingkai a wink: "Akai, you go there."

"Okay!" Tan Qingkai immediately stood up and said, "Teacher Gu, it's just me."

"You? Are you okay?" Gu Jianfeng looked at the other party's little chicken figure, obviously not trusting it very much.

Tan Qingkai slapped his thin chest: "Teacher Gu doesn't believe in my strength? If you have the ability to go out to fight "World of Devils and Beasts", I'll let you fight for ten seconds first!"

Gu Jianfeng nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, then you go."

The remaining Zhou Xiang, Ma Guodong, Guo Jun, and a few people from Class 2 are all substitutes.

"Everyone has a good understanding of their own situation. Let's talk about our opponents now. The archaeological team is a skilled team. They are good at playing and cooperating, triangular offensive tactics, and pass-through and coordination are very sharp. Well, by the way, if you have any questions in the middle, just raise them."

Tan Qingkai took the lead and raised his hand: "What is a triangular tactic?"

In fact, Song Baojun also wanted to ask, but he took the lead.

Gu Jianfeng was speechless for a while and said, "When is it that you still ask such a superficial question! As the name suggests, the triangular offense is composed of three players in a triangle, and the two players on the other side are composed of two players on the other side. Its routine is not very fixed, it moves freely in the offense, has infinite possibilities, and can launch an attack at any time. Do you understand this way?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!