As a semi-ruffian who is used to mixing with ruffians, if Xu Zhaohui plays a riffraff, you will find that he will become a different person.

He doesn't look like a student at all, and he is full of danger, so this makes Daqing in the first (17th) class of high school feel even more inexplicable.

He dribbled the ball and wanted to attack, and then Xu Zhaohui came to defend him every time; He passed the ball and let others attack, but Xu Zhaohui still only stared at him, and he was still close, as if he had to stand up to him.

The fifteen minutes of the first half passed quickly, and Daqing could be said to have played very puzzled in these fifteen minutes.

It's not that their class can't get points, after all, except for him, the strength of the others is still good, the key is that he really can't figure it out, he has a grudge against Xu Zhaohui? Why did Xu Zhaohui keep staring at him.

was targeted for no reason, and Daqing was naturally not happy, although at this moment, the score of their first year of high school (17) was still ahead.

Fifteen minutes into the first half, Gao Yi (9) was better than Gao Yi (17), and Gao Yi (17) temporarily led 12-8.

Looking at the first (9th) class of high school, the most capable of playing is probably Li Jufei alone, but Li Jufei is not from the school team, at most he can only play.

"I feel like I'm going to lose!" In this way, the first (9th) class of high school must be unspeakable, but the score is still behind, and it still has a great impact on the five people who participated in the official competition for the first time.

Seeing that the five boys were out of breath one by one, the head teacher Luo Yanmin also turned into a cheerleader and took the lead in encouraging the five of them, "Come on!" Step up your game! Come, drink water! ”

Second......

Rococo also glanced at the boy's side a little, and the strength of the two sides is indeed not a grade. It can probably be seen from the expressions on the faces of both parties. Others are more and more confident, but Xu Zhaohui and they are fighting, but they have a dead mother's expression on their faces, and then, sure enough, there is no doubt that until the whistle is over, the score of the first (9) class of high school has still not caught up.

However, although this is a failed experience, but sports, friendship first, competition second, the emphasis is on participation, hard work, not to mention, Rococo got up, it's time for her to play.

The boys' game was over, and everyone in the senior one (9) class brought all their support and moved to the No. 2 basketball court.

The two sides of the competition are still the first (9th) class and the first (17th) class of high school, but this time it is no longer a boy against a boy, but a girl against a girl.

First of all, in five minutes, ten people from both sides got off the court to touch the ball, and in this process, many good people also moved small benches and talked about the girls on both sides of the court.

Let's look at the first year of high school (17), the average height is about 155, but it doesn't make sense to count the height at all, the key is that none of the five women on the side of the first year of high school (17) are poor-looking, and the posture is above the average level, especially the one wearing the captain's armband.

"By the way, what's that woman's name?"

"How do I know?"

"It is said that her name is Sun Jingya, and she is the class flower of the first (17th) class of high school."

In high school, you look at your face, in college you look at your legs, and if you are more mature, you can look at your breasts. Of course, this is not absolute, but it definitely makes sense, after all, in high school, everyone wears school uniforms, and they can't see the figure or anything at all, and when they get to college, girls will dress up and can wear skirts, so they look at the legs, and then mature, just look at the chest, after all, the development of the chest also takes some time, this is not in a hurry.

Now, many people are staring at Sun Jingya, the class flower of the first (17th) class of high school, even the one in the first (19th) class of high school before, who is the very sweet-looking girl seen in the Rococo noon canteen, is a little inferior to Sun Jingya at this moment.

"She's here to play basketball, or what's she doing?" When Lu Xiaowen saw Sun Jingya's shooting, she quickly couldn't stand it. Because of Sun Jingya's shooting posture, it is too contrived! Even more contrived than last week! The whole thing is pretending to be weak and powerless, whether it is to win sympathy or something.

When Yang Yanbing heard Lu Xiaowen say this, she also replied, "It's a bit contrived!" ”

Zhu Fengyi: "Lao Luo is watching from the side, fight hard, the boy lost, and now the only hope is on us." ”

Rococo: "Follow the battle plan!" ”

"Uh......" four people at the same time.

"Did you really decide you wanted that?" Yang Yanbing said.

"I'm fat and can't run, so in the first half, don't want me to attack, even if it's two cups of milk tea, you can't buy me." Rococo.

"......" Yang Yanbing was silent for a moment, "Okay!" Capricious enough! I like it! But if you lose, you can wait for Lao Luo to pump you. ”

Xu Zhaohui was a little frustrated and came to sit under the basketball hoop of his girls on the second basketball court, in the game just now, although he taught Daqing a hard lesson, but because he didn't win the game, he always felt that something was missing.

But forget it, you still have to look ahead. So, although he was still in his heart, Xu Zhaohui still came to the girls' arena, took his position, and waited for the game to start.

"Do you think that side will win?"

Outside the venue, students from other classes discussed.

"I think whether you win or not is secondary, the key is that the first (17th) class of high school is much better looking than the first (9th) class."

"Anyway, are all the monsters in the first (9th) class of high school, why do they all look so infiltrating."

"I support the first year of high school (17), don't ask why, normal men do this!"

"It's time to start!"

The referee looked at the stopwatch and came to the midfield with a whistling whistle, and his eyes signaled that the game was about to start, and asked the players on both sides to gather in the middle.

The first step is to jump the ball!

After all, it was a girl, so the referee once again corrected the position of the five people on the lower two sides.

And Lu Xiaowen was a little embarrassed to be pulled back by the referee and moved a few steps back, and her face immediately turned red as if she had been beaten with chicken blood. But it's okay! Other than that, there were no bigger jokes.

Zhu Fengyi is in charge of jumping the ball, and on the opposite side is Sun Jingya.

Although Zhu Fengyi is much taller than Sun Jingya, Zhu Fengyi has no way to turn the ball back to his side, instead, the ball snapped and fell into the hands of the five opponents.

It's the opponent's possession!

There are four Yang Yanbing in front, each of them is like a big enemy, but it is Rococo, which is much calmer than the other four, as soon as the referee threw the ball up, she slowly stepped back, and found a place to stand there under the basket in her own half.

And then then there was a very strange scene.

In the middle of the front, the girls grabbed the ball and almost grabbed their hair, however, Rococo stood calmly under the basket in his half of the court, looking at it unhurriedly.