Squad 7 organized an attack very quickly, Shen Juan yelled out, and the five people on the opposite side quickly pressed into the three-second zone. Wang Yiyang roared and exploded, turned his head and ran towards the basket.
There was no time, Ning Yuan scored a beautiful goal, and there was a burst of cheers from the opposite stand, and the little mermaids of the seventh class cheerleaders jumped up and down.
The score was tied as soon as they played in the third quarter, and Class Ten called a timeout.
Shen Juan had already stood up at this time, and there was nothing wrong except that his complexion didn't look good. Wang Yiyang was the first to rush to him, bowed his body and frowned and looked at him: "How is it?"
Shen Juan raised his hand and rubbed his stomach: "It's okay."
Wang Yiyang nodded, straightened up, and rushed towards the opposite side, as if he was going to fight.
Shen Juan grabbed his arm: "What are you doing, you stopped playing the ball?"
Wang Yiyang turned his head with a gloomy face: "What kind of gun is that No. 13, who dares to touch it?"
"Ning Yuan," Song Zhiming said, "I played with him once before, and this guy is a very dark player. Just now I told you to pay attention to him. Who knows what you two were listening to at that time."
Wang Yiyang gave a "bah" sound: "Who knows what kind of bastard it is."
He looked completely in a state of rage, even more angry than what Lin Yujing had seen before, at the gate of 7-11 before school started.
Song Zhiming was talking to Shen Juan at the side, Lin Yujing hesitated for a moment, didn't go over, and stood quietly by the side and looked at him.
After watching for a few seconds, Shen Juan suddenly turned around.
The two people looked at each other, Lin Yu was stunned and didn't speak, Liu Fujiang had already walked around and put his hand on Shen Juan's shoulder: "How is it? Do you want to change?"
"No need," Shen Juan looked away and looked opposite.
Ning Yuan was looking at him.
As the name suggests, Ning Yuan has a very gentle face, but just now, Shen Juan has realized how ruthless this man is.
In fact, it's not completely fine, Shen Juan's stomach is still throbbing now, when that elbow was over, he almost vomited.
According to Song Zhiming's words, Ning Yuan didn't target him specifically, he just habitually likes to play tricks.
Mentioning Luo Qinghe was probably just to distract him and make him have a loophole.
But the point is, why did he know Luo Qinghe.
Shen Juan calmed down and searched his memory about Ning Yuan, his appearance, or anyone with the surname Ning, but there was no result.
He really didn't know such a person.
Probably because he noticed his gaze, Ning Yuan also turned his head, looked at him, and smiled gently.
If you ignore his uncomfortable eyes, it will be easy for people to think that he is a good person.
After the timeout, Song Zhiming was still on the sidelines when he re-entered the court: "Pay attention to Ning Yuan, don't let him have another chance to attack, this guy is very good at finding dead ends."
"No, I really can't understand," Yu Pengfei was puzzled, "Why did he do this? Does he want to win?"
"Are you mentally handicapped?" Song Zhiming glanced at him, "I definitely want to win, who doesn't want to win? I fucking want to win too, Brother Yang, do you think he is short-hearted?"
Wang Yiyang walked beside him silently, without saying a word.
Lin Yu was startled and felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, at the beginning of the scene, Wang Yiyang was like a violent little monster, staring at Ning Yuan with uncontrollable anger from beginning to end. As long as this person is within one meter of Shen Juan, he will definitely rush over.
Shen Juan called him several times on the way, but Wang Yiyang didn't seem to hear him.
This was the first time Lin Yujing saw him ignore Shen Juan.
He was like a little robot that was overwhelmed. After getting the ball, he flew over the center line to connect two people, stepped into the three-point line, and was blocked by Ning Yuan.
The two of them stick together from a distance, the fiery red jersey and the night sky blue, Ning Yuan's back is facing Lin Yujing, and the big bright yellow Arabic numeral 13 on his back is a bit dazzling.
Lin Yu panicked for no reason. She ran two steps to the side, wanting to see Wang Yiyang's expression. The next second she stood still, she saw Wang Yiyang fall to the ground clutching his knees.
Song Zhiming was still dancing face-to-face with Xu Jie, and it took about two or three seconds before he realized, turned around and roared: "Fuck your mother!"
Li Lin jumped up from his seat: "Didn't blow the whistle! Is the referee fucking blind?! The referee!!"
Liu Fujiang hastily called a timeout, everyone in class ten jumped up, and there was a lot of curses in the stands.
Yu Pengfei walked over with Wang Yiyang on his back. Everyone was sullen, suppressing their anger to varying degrees.
Shen Juan walked last, his eyelashes drooping, and his jawline tensed.
Wang Yiyang sat down next to him, Liu Fujiang squatted down, and checked his knees, Song Zhiming turned his head and scanned the substitutes, before he could speak, Li Lin jumped up: "I'll go."
Liu Fujiang pressed his fingers on the side of his knee, and Wang Yiyang poked his head over, grinning: "I can still—"
"You can fuck, you can!" Song Zhiming slapped him on the head, "What the hell did I tell you just now? What are you doing with Ning Yuangang? Are you going to fight against him or something? Hurry up Go to the school infirmary!"
Song Zhiming turned his head, scanned around the crooked melons and cracked dates of the substitutes with difficulty, and finally looked at Li Lin with a painful face: "Brother..."
Li Lin stood there tremblingly, with the face of a heroic soldier, patted his chest, and started to stammer from nervousness: "Don't worry, hand it over to me!"
Song Zhiming: "..."
Lin Yu exclaimed, "Captain, let me do it."
Song Zhiming nodded: "Okay, you come, we can lose the competition, we don't want certificates, don't fight for steamed buns—" He paused, turned his head to look at her, "Why are you here?"
"Substitute." Lin Yu said concisely.
Everyone looked at her, Wen Zihui's mouth was wide open, and Yu Pengfei's face was still dull, looking like he was wandering in the sky.
Song Zhiming came back to his senses: "Boss Lin, do you play? Do you know how to play??"
Lin Yu turned around in shock: "Do you have anyone else? With Li Lin's snail speed, it would take three minutes to run all the way from the three-point line to the basket?"
Li Lin didn't care that Lin Yujing had humiliated him crazily, he said tactfully, "But you're a girl..."
"This is a men's basketball game? Women can't participate?" Lin Yu asked in shock.
"No..." Li Lin said dully, "I'm just... I'm just amazing..."
Lin Yu didn't pay attention to him anymore, and threw the small colored flag with the carefully designed team logo of Class 10 Quandu in his hand on the ground, raised his hand and pulled off the loose rubber band, bit it in his mouth, scratched his hair, and tied it up again: "The center forward of the seventh class is very defensive. He looks like an Optimus Prime there, but he is not very good at offense, his movements are slow, and he looks stupid. That No. 8, the one with the jump ball, what is his name? Xu Jie? He He's just a sky-swapping monkey, except for jumping high, he only knows how to bluff and doesn't use farts, a low-profile version of Wang Yiyang."
Lin Yujing scanned the people on the opposite side, and continued: "Their point guards are very good. They have changed players a few times, but he has never been on top. Although he doesn't seem to have much sense of presence, but who are they in the class?" He organized a more morale-boosting goal." She turned her head and looked at Song Zhiming, "Look at the defenders, and then look at you, can you play with your brain? Calm down, there is a captain. look."
"I wasn't a defender in the first place, okay! Isn't that because no one is playing a defender?" Song Zhiming was completely unable to turn around, "Sister Lin, no, sister Xiaolin, let me make a final confirmation, you want to play ?"
Lin Yu looked at him in shock: "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
Song Zhiming said, "It's not like that."
Lin Yu nodded in surprise, and said calmly, "You may not have noticed, but I'm quite angry now. I've always had a bad temper."
The girl's eyelashes are long, her fox eyes are slightly raised, her big eyes are blinking, and her voice is soft and gentle.
Song Zhiming thought to himself that I really didn't see much of it.
Shen Juan laughed.
Wang Yiyang was the first to react. She grabbed Lin Yujing's wrist and handed her the wristband on her wrist: "Sister Lin, pass it on."
Lin Yujing was actually a little bit disgusted, but now she didn't care whether she hated it or not. She took it over and thanked her, but Shen Juan took it away before she could put it on.
Shen Juan took off his wristband and threw it to her, put on Wang Yiyang's, and looked down at her while wearing it: "Student Lin, team member No. 4?"
It was only when Lin Yu was startled that he remembered that both of them were number 4.
She said "hey" and walked around him: "Then why don't you change to another one, and explain to the referee in a while?"
"Okay," Shen Juan said as he pulled the hem of the jersey and took off his clothes, "Get me a number 3."
Wen Zihui quickly responded, dragging a big bag to look inside: "No. 3... Let me look for it, can No. 2 work?"
"No." Shen Juan said.
"Why does it have to be number 3?" Lao Gao asked honestly, "Is this an auspicious number?"
Song Zhiming looked at him speechlessly: "How did you grow up so big? Because Allen Iverson is number 3."
"Oh..." Li Lin pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and said cheaply, "Who is Allen Iverson?"
Song Zhiming said: "That NBA star, the one who plays shooting guard."
Li Lindao: "Ah, he, hey, I remember which young lady in our class is his little girl?"
Song Zhiming said: "Hey, I forgot too, what is it called, I seem to have mentioned it just now."
Lin Yu was startled: "..."
The two of them sang and flirted there for a long time, until the game restarted, Wen Zihui finally found the No. 3 jersey, Shen Juan put it on, and several people went on the field.
At the beginning, everyone didn't react, until they saw a long-haired man standing on the field.
with long hair.
And pigtails! ! !
The basketball hall seemed to be stuffy with a pot of boiling water, the lid of the pot was bubbling and bubbling, and there was a lot of noise in the stands.
People from an unknown class next to class ten laughed loudly: "What's the situation, why did class ten find a girl to go up there, there is really no one in their class."
"Their class gave up."
"I'm convinced, girl, girls know how to spank a fart ball."
Wen Zihui turned her head, took an empty mineral water bottle and threw it over, flew over the top of Liu Fujiang's head, with one hand on her hip, and yelled aggressively: "Men can chew their tongues now, why can't women know how to play basketball?" ah!"
Liu Fujiang was taken aback.
Wen Zihui turned her head angrily, and said to him, "Teacher Liu, don't listen to them, we have to trust Lin Yujing."
Although she said so, she didn't really have any confidence in her heart. Lin Yu was shocked to see the thin strip, whose legs standing on it were not as thick as the arms of the big and tall guy opposite...
Liu Fujiang was extremely proud: "Of course, no one trusts my classmates more than I do."
"..."
Wen Zihui thinks that's okay, optimism is a good thing.
Class 7 sent away a Wang Yiyang, and now he looks full of enthusiasm, Xu Jie is very worthy of his nickname, he almost jumped into the sky: "Hey, your class has no substitutes? Would you like to borrow one from our class?" .”
"He really looks like a monkey." Song Zhiming said as he ran past Shen Juan.
Shen Juan hooked his lips.
Wang Yiyang played small forward, and Lin Yu filled his position. At the start of the game, Ning Yuan got the ball and passed it to Xu Jie.
He probably also saw a girl on the striker here, dribbling the ball without any scruples.
The tenth squad returned to the defense, Shen Juan was stuck by two people, Yu Pengfei and Song Zhiming were divided into one, Song Zhiming didn't turn his head: "Old Gao!"
Zhan Tianhou's position looked confident and elegant, he went straight to the basket from the center line, and when he stepped into the restricted area, he glanced sideways, looking for the beautiful small forward from Class 10.
The next second, Lin Yujing brushed his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't look at me, watch the ball."
Xu Jie was stunned for half a second, his hands empty.
Lin Yujing ran out of the three-point line with the ball.
Xu Jie: "Fuck me!"
Song Zhiming: "Fuck me!"
Xu Jie didn't realize when the ball was broken, he didn't even see when this person came running over, no one thought that the ball would be broken, even Song Zhiming pinned his only hope on Lao Gao body.
The members of Class 7 were stunned for a second, Ning Yuan yelled, and reacted and began to return to defense. The center of Class 7 threw himself in front of Lin Yujing.
There is a huge gap between the two figures, one is like a mountain, and the other is like a rickety sapling planted at the foot of the mountain, seemingly powerless to resist.
But Song Zhiming suddenly remembered what Lin Yujing said just now.
What did she say
The center forward in Class 7 moved slowly, he was so stupid.
He turned his head and ran over there, and saw that the little sapling had already passed the center forward, and Ning Yuan was in front of her.
Song Zhiming's heart tightened, and he roared, "Sister Lin!"
Lin Yu dribbled the ball in surprise, licked his lips, and shifted his body weight sideways.
Ning Yuan stared at her intently.
She's fast, she's skilled at dribbling, and she looks like she can hit.
But after all, a girl, how far can she go.
If she is very good at it, is this a fake move now
If it wasn't for fake moves, she wouldn't be so good at it, so she was going this way
Even if it was really a fake move, would she be able to react
In half a second, Ning Yuan didn't have time to think about it so much, he quickly leaned to the left.
The next second, Lin Yujing rushed out from the right with the ball.
This is really a fucking fake move!
Ning Yuan cursed, then turned around and ran back, Lin Yu rushed to the basket in a flash, Ning Yuan didn't dare to take it lightly, he quickly posted it, and then he saw her turn around and glanced at Shen Juan's position.
Everyone has quickly understood what Lin Yujing meant. She wanted to pass the ball to Shen Juan in the old way at the beginning of the game, and get a three-pointer to boost everyone's morale.
Shen Juan cooperated with her, and he had quickly retreated from the three-point line, raised his hand, and there was a big 3 on the fiery red jersey.
He has cooperated with Wang Yiyang countless times in the first half of this set.
Now it seems that there is no problem in changing another object to cooperate.
No shit!
The problem is that there is more than a little difference in height between you and Wang Yiyang, sister!
Look at the mountain-like center behind you!
The ball would be snapped off neatly if it flew less than three centimeters.
The moment Lin Yu glanced over with startled eyes, Ning Yuan and the opposite center raised their hands at the same time, and the two mountains completely cut off her passing path.
Song Zhiming was already desperate. He turned sideways and was ready to wait for the opponent to get the ball and then steal the ball or return to defense. He glanced at the timer from the corner of his eye. There were still a few seconds left to end the third quarter.
Even if the pass is intercepted, the opponent will have no time to organize an attack.
In the next second, Lin Yujing suddenly jumped up and made a jump shot without warning.
No one thought that she would shoot directly. She pressed her hand down in the air, and then made a sharp hook forward. The ball was thrown at a very tricky angle, and fell into the basket with a "bang".
At the same time, the referee's whistle sounded.
The entire basketball hall was silent, and the next second, the atmosphere was ignited again.
Song Zhiming's scalp exploded.
To be honest, Song Zhiming didn't have much expectation for Lin Yujing, he had basically tacitly agreed that the match would be lost.
Originally, Lin Yujing's beautiful steals and feints had already made him ecstatic and unexpected, but he didn't expect that the more unexpected was yet to come.
This pass turned out to be a fucking fake!
And even entered!
Buzzer!
Lin Yu was shocked to hear screams and cheers that seemed to be more enthusiastic than Shen Juan's arrogant three-pointer.
Wen Zihui's voice seemed to be able to penetrate the universe, and she screamed something with a crying voice, but she couldn't hear clearly.
Liu Fujiang's voice was unprecedentedly clear. Lin Yujing never knew that Mr. Liu, who was always soft-spoken in class, could burst out with such an astonishingly loud voice: "What a good boy!" Liu Fujiang said, "See What! Teacher Wang! That is Lin Yujing from our class! From our class! Lin Yujing!"
She turned around, and the ponytail was thrown on Ning Yuan's chin beside her.
Ning Yuan tilted his head.
Lin Yu looked at him with a startled smile, "Let's make a bet."
Over there, Song Zhiming and the others rushed towards her excitedly, and Yu Pengfei yelled "Ahhh" all the way: "Sister Lin! Your Lady Queen!!"
Ning Yuan asked, "What are you betting on?"
"It's up to you if you win. If you lose, run naked around the basketball court ten times, and then slap yourself twice in front of everyone. Oh, you have to add one more thing." Bian raised his chin, "Our great lame and injured small forward, you can just call him daddy and wait until he is alive and kicking."
Ning Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, and turned his head to look at Shen Juan: "What's the matter with your tenth class, a bunch of men are standing here, but no one is in charge, let a girl come to bet with me?"
Shen Juan raised his chin slightly, stared at him indifferently, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Our girl is in charge, and everything is subject to Her Majesty the Queen."
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Lin Yujing: It's been a long time since I acted aggressively, my hands are a little raw.