"Aomine, pass it to me!!"

Yao Bingzhong began to shout again, and this time, no one looked at him more.

Yang Qingfeng's eyes looked directly at Liang Xinghui, and Meng Wanli, who was not far away, turned his head to look at this side.

He suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the ball flew out like a missile, flying out next to Liang Xinghui and stuffing it straight into the basket.

Liang Xinghui and Meng Wanli knew that they were going to suffer, but they didn't have time to defend at all, and Yao Bingzhong, who cut inside the basket, scored an easy layup.

"Hahaha... Outside the three-point line to the basket, it's like crossing the road in the morning!"

There were a few pops outside...

Yang Qingfeng took the ball again, he felt bored, it was too simple!

"Aomine, pass the ball to me!!You just need to run!!"

Yang Qingfeng nodded, and then threw the ball into the ground...

"I'm done!"

"Yang Qingfeng dribbles like this, he definitely has to lose it!"

"What was he thinking?"

...

Liang Xinghui's eyes burst out with a big light!!!

Do your best and reach for the ball.

Yang Qingfeng turned out to be a big arc to pull the ball and change direction, and he passed him clean in one step!

Meng Wanli and Li Xiaomin had been paying attention to him, and seeing this scene, both of them gave up their defenders and flew over.

Yang Qingfeng put a crotch down and cleaned Li Xiaomin.

He had reached the free throw line, picked up the basketball with one hand, and rose to the ground.

From the side, it looks like Yang Qingfeng has a pair of springs on his feet!!

Meng Wanli had already run to him, jumping with a desperate face.

Bang....

Bang dang....

Meng Wanli, fell away! Ball, scored!

The people around me only feel like their thoughts are suddenly completely fixed!

They opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out.

It wasn't until Meng Wanli let out a cry of pain that everyone's thoughts were pulled back.

"Damn, free throw line dunks!!"

"No!!, it should be called a free throw line to dunk !!"

"Oh my God, I've been watching the NBA for so long, and I've never seen anyone like this!"

"This... What the hell..."

....

"You..."

Liang Xinghui was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, Yang Qingfeng obviously knew how to dribble, and he was very lucky, so he kept pretending!!

I was depressed in my heart, and ran over with my head down to help Meng Wanli, who seemed to be injured.

Everyone was talking, and a loud roar came from the side.

"Is Yang Qingfeng a classmate?"

"Hmm. ”

Yang Qingfeng looked at the middle-aged man with an excited face a little strangely.

"Let's go, go to my office, I'll talk to you about something!"

"I'll go, Mr. Hai. ”

"Who is Mr. Hai?"

"Teacher Hai is the teacher in our school who is specifically responsible for sports students. ”

"So what?"

"He is a well-known athlete in the city, and he is nicknamed the sports seedling excavator!!"

"Mr. Hai no longer knows how many high-quality sports students have been sent to various schools, and the resources in his hands are unimaginable. ”

Hearing this, those students were not stupid, and they looked at Hai Mingyue with burning eyes.

Hai Mingyue listened to those discussions, and she was also quite complacent. This kid in front of you, you can't refuse him now, right?

Yang Qingfeng also heard those discussions, so he answered without the slightest delay.

"No need!!"

Hai Mingyue was proudly holding the water cup she brought with her to drink, poof....

The eyes around him fell to the ground, and this kid's head was full of? No, was it all Achilles tendons?

Hai Mingyue was also blindsided, and muttered, "Didn't you hear what they said?"

"I hear you. ”

"Then you still don't want to?"

"I'm not interested in sports. ”

Burst....

Mader... This is a word that pops up in the minds of all those students who have a fiery sports dream but do not have good physical fitness to realize it.

This has nothing to do with the level of quality, only this word can express their grievances and resentment at this time.

"Alright then, I respect your choice. I wish you success in your studies and progress in your cultural classes. If you figure it out one day, come to me, I'm always ready to welcome you. ”

"Thank you. ”

Hai Mingyue is gone, this piece is blown up, and the basketball game is meaningless...

Yang Qingfeng, Yao Bingzhong, and Chu Xian'er walked to the shade of a tree and sat on the ground.

Lin Yueyue wanted to come over, but she was a little embarrassed and went to play with others.

After those classmates dispersed, many of them were still paying attention to the every move of Yang Qingfeng and others.

"Aomine, you're okay with your head, right?"

"Is there anything wrong with Qingfeng not wanting to go to a sports school? ”

"Which school can he go to if he doesn't go to a sports school?! Unless he deliberately hides it during this time, he can only go to a vocational school after the college entrance examination is over. ”

"Ahh

Chu Xian'er was blinded, Yang Qingfeng's appearance didn't look like a scumbag!

Poor Hai Mingyue thinks so too!

"College? I didn't say I was going to college. ”

The two of them looked at Yang Qingfeng with wide eyes again.

"You don't understand. ”

"Well, I really don't, but I still want you to go to college. ”

"Yes, in today's society, it's hard to get out without going to college..."

"What's so hard?"

Yang Qingfeng looked at Chu Xian'er with interest.

"Nothing. ”

Although I have only been in contact with Yang Qingfeng for half a day, uh... Chu Xian'er remembered that she and Yang Qingfeng had only known each other for a long time!

Unconsciously by herself, she thought that she had known Yang Qingfeng for many years!

"Let's go, go to the shop and buy some drinks. ”

"Hmm. ”

The three of them stood up, and Chu Xian'er suddenly groaned and fell backwards.

It was still Yang Qingfeng's quick eyes and quick hands, and he pulled Chu Xian'er back.

"What's wrong?"

"My ankle hurts. ”

"It must have been the fall just now, Qingfeng, you hurry up and carry Xian'er to the infirmary. ”

"Why not you?"

Straight man of steel, dangdangdang... It's live!!

"I..."

"It's okay, I can walk on my own. ”

"I'm going to buy water now, and you're going to the infirmary yourself. ”

Yao Bingzhong hurriedly ran away, anyway, he couldn't please here.

Looking at Chu Xian'er, who was limping in front of him, Yang Qingfeng still felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'll hold you. ”

"No need. ”

Chu Xian'er's heart was really hurt this time.

In front of so many people, Yang Qingfeng directly refused to carry her!

Yang Qingfeng ignored Chu Xian'er's refusal and wanted to hang her hand on his shoulder.

"Ahhh

Yang Qingfeng was rarely a little embarrassed, and directly picked up Chu Xian'er.

"Don't, put me down!!"

Ignoring Chu Xian'er's struggle, Yang Qingfeng rushed towards the teaching building like a gust of wind.

"Wow !!"

"It's romantic!!"

"I'll just say they have a leg!"

"Wait a minute, what about our brute teacher?!"

.....

Chu Xian'er struggled for a while, smelling the good smell on Yang Qingfeng's body, and obediently took the initiative to reach out and hug Yang Qingfeng, and put his head in his heart.

"Chu Xian'er, wake up. ”

"Hmm..."

"Do you still feel any pain?"

Chu Xian'er opened her eyes in a daze and looked around, they were in the experimental building at this time.

In the experimental building, it was rare for someone to come, she didn't panic, but secretly rejoiced.

"Classmate Chu Xian'er?"

"Huh?"

"I ask you if you still feel uncomfortable?"

"I'll give it a try. ”

Chu Xian'er rubbed her wrists and ankles, they were all healed, she was not surprised.

"It's all healed, thank you. ”

"Alright, let's go back. ”

Chu Xian'er was stunned in place, her jade face was full of confusion and disappointment, the script she expected in her head was not like this?!

"What's wrong?

"Nope. ”

Chu Xian'er's voice was full of unconcealable loss, and instead of reaching out to hold Yang Qingfeng's outstretched hand, she stood up on the ground by herself.

However, after only taking two steps, Chu Xian'er suddenly sighed again, and Yang Qingfeng hurriedly grabbed her and looked at her with a strange expression.

"My leg, it hurts. ”

"I'll see. ”

Yang Qingfeng helped Chu Xian'er sit on the ground, stretched out his hand, and pressed Chu Xian'er's calf.

"Is this it?"

"It's not. ”

"Is that here?"

"Not really. ”

Yang Qingfeng's broad and warm palm pressed all the way up from Chu Xian'er's calf.

Chu Xian'er's voice became weaker and weaker, her face became redder and redder, and her body became hotter and hotter.