Hope rekindled in Tang Ziyan's eyes. Even Zhuo Buqun was affected by the atmosphere at the scene and waved the cheering ribbon in his hand vigorously. Afterwards, he realized something was wrong and immediately became sullen.
Chu Qing's counterattack did not mean that Tang Ziyan could forgive Zhang Xifei and the others for their dirty behavior. After his excitement calmed down a little, Tang Ziyan went to Zhuo Buqun to question his guilt.
As a result, Zhuo Buqun said: Zhang Xifei is Xiaowu's cousin. Tang Ziyan was speechless. Zhang Xifei made his own decision, and Zhuo Buqun had no choice but to wait until after the game.
Influenced by Chu Qing, Zhang Xifei and the other three also became cruel, vowing to accomplish the same feat as Chu Qing, gain back some face, and stop competing with Chu Qing.
But do they think Chu Qing is dead? If you want to provoke me, just tease me. If you don't want to provoke me, just pat your butt and leave
It's not that cheap. They didn't give Chu Qing any trouble, but Chu Qing didn't want them to have an easy time. Chu Qing ran rampant in the crowd and was able to stop Zhang Xifei and the other three without committing any fouls.
The little advantage she had just won was gone in an instant. Tang Ziyan's face turned bitter. She really wanted to take off Chu Qing and tell him: Can sometimes grudges be resolved later? Or if there are any conditions, she agrees.
But she could only think about it. She couldn't stop the game yet. As a result, everyone in No. 1 Middle School looked ugly, including all the teachers.
But they couldn't say that Chu Qing was wrong at all, because Zhang Xifei and the others did the same thing just now. They could only say that the two were mutually exclusive.
At this point in the game, No. 1 Middle School has already lost. Everyone is reflecting on how things could have turned out like this. Has No. 1 Middle School been on a roll for too long
The principal of No. 1 Middle School stood up slumped. She had no shame in staying any longer. Today's events made him reflect a lot. She was about to leave, but the principal and old colleague of No. 2 Middle School beside her was unwilling. He had finally won No. 1 once, how could he give up such an opportunity to be proud
Look at the principal of No. 2 Middle School, grinning from ear to ear. The principal of No. 1 Middle School is full of bitterness, but it’s not like he can’t afford to lose. He knows his shame and then becomes brave. The principal of No. 1 Middle School comforts himself with this and sits down again.
The countdown to the game entered. The supporters of the No. 2 Middle School were very enthusiastic, while the supporters of the No. 1 Middle School were wilted. Most of them were unwilling to give up, but also felt a little regretful.
Chu Qing used his strength to crush everyone's doubts to the ground. He gave hope to those in No. 1 Middle School who had made false assumptions about him beforehand, and then shattered this hope with his own hands. What was it like in No. 1 Middle School
Probably only those involved can experience it personally. You can win in the first round, but lose for various reasons, haha...
The ball returned to Zhang Xifei's hands. Looking at the huge gap on the scoreboard, even if he scored the ball, it would not help. There was still half a minute left, and even if Chu Qing tried his best, there was nothing he could do.
Zhang Xifei was confused as to whether he should give it a try or just give up. At this point, he felt numb.
Before Zhang Xifei could figure it out, the ball was snatched away by Chu Qing again. This had happened more than a dozen times. Then Chu Qing would deliberately pretend to miss and the ball was snatched away by the second center.
Zhang Xifei lowered his hands feebly. He gave up and stood there blankly, waiting for the game to end. The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.