Chapter 17: Are You Full? I'm going to overflow

Zhiyuan seemed to be seriously injured, only to blame him for rushing too hard, and at the moment he was rolling on the ground with his left leg in pain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ling Xiaojun frowned, came to Zhiyuan's side, and saw Zhiyuan grinning in pain on the ground, but this guy was still a man, so he didn't say anything.

There are a lot of fake falls on the football field, and many professional players' acting skills can be called film school textbooks, but basketball is different, although there are also fake falls, but there are very few, and the school's playground is a concrete floor, so it hurts to think about such a serious collision.

"Hey, they are all students, and they are sports students, if there is anything wrong with it, the future will be affected in the future, forget it, the abominable is hateful, and the sin will not lead to death." Ling Xiaojun sighed and squatted down to support Zhiyuan's left calf.

"What are you doing!" The players from the physical education department on the side saw Ling Xiaojun doing it and shouted.

Ling Xiaojun ignored it, knelt on one knee, and put Zhiyuan's injured leg on his supporting leg.

"What are you doing! I don't need your pity. Zhiyuan's face was hideous in pain, and when he saw Ling Xiaojun's posture, it seemed that he wanted to help him deal with his injuries, "I don't need you to pretend to be a good person here." ā€

"Hey, didn't you hear Zhiyuan speak!" Zhiyuan's teammates said that they were going to drag Ling Xiaojun.

"His ankle is misaligned, and his calf bone has been cracked, if it is not dealt with in time, all the consequences will be borne by your teammates?" Ling Xiaojun raised his eyes and looked at the players in the Department of Physical Education. "If someone is willing to take it, I can leave it alone now, but if he leaves any problems in the future, he will bear all the responsibility, how about it, who willing?"

Sports students have some experience in general injuries, and when they heard what Ling Xiaojun said, their hearts suddenly became bottomless, and the problem of bone misalignment, as long as it is not habitually misaligned, is not a big deal, but bone fractures can be different, and if they are not properly handled, they will cause irreversible damage to their sports careers.

Hearing Ling Xiaojun say this, everyone who was still aggressive just now fell silent.

"I don't want you to care, even if I'm lame, I'll admit it, and you drive him away for me." Zhiyuan grinned while trying to struggle.

Ling Xiaojun didn't care about Zhiyuan, no matter how fierce he screamed, the severe pain made him unable to make any waves, "You have time to play tricks here, it's better to do something practical, you two come over and help me press him." Ling Xiaojun ordered two Zhiyuan's teammates, it was the two who were 1.9 meters, and one of them was particularly strong.

The two looked at each other and hesitated. still decided to listen to Ling Xiaojun and walked to Zhiyuan, who was lying on the ground.

"What are you two doing? Why listen to him, walk away for me! Zhiyuan shouted.

"Zhiyuan, we can't watch you brand any problems, you bear with it first, it's for your good." The big man was full of heartfelt care, and as soon as he grabbed Zhiyuan's shoulders with both hands, Zhiyuan suddenly couldn't move.

Ling Xiaojun didn't care about Zhiyuan's desperate call, and continued to command, "You, go find a rope, a little longer, and then find two planks, so long, to be straight, of course, if you want him to turn into a loop, find a bend, I have no opinion." ā€

The defenders of the sports department were given the task, and they didn't even hesitate, and quickly squeezed out the somewhat chaotic crowd. I guess I went on a mission. After a while, I saw him come with a rope and a long table leg.

"That, the rope was found, and I found this one of the wood, it's a little longer, but I can fold a few more pieces."

When the others saw the table leg he brought back, they didn't know where they got it, it was more than a meter long, a little thicker than the average person's small arm.

"You idiot, how can you fold it when it's so thick?" There was a person who found the problem.

"Dazhi, see if you can break it." The defender sends the table leg to the big center.

Dazhi took the stick and looked at it carefully, "It should be possible, you get out of the way." After speaking, he grabbed the most two sections of the table leg with both hands, exerted force with both hands, and his slightly fat face was red.

"Smack." With a bang, the table leg was broken, but one section was very long, nearly a meter, and the other section was short, less than ten centimeters, presumably there was not strong in the first place, so it was disconnected from there.

"Is that okay?" Dazhi handed the two wooden sticks to Ling Xiaojun.

Ling Xiaojun shook his head helplessly, took the short piece of wood, and shook it in front of Dazhi, "What do you say?" With that, he tossed the piece of wood aside, "Give me the wood." ā€

Dazhi obediently gave the long wood in his hand to Ling Xiaojun.

Ling Xiaojun measured Zhiyuan's calf first, "It's still a little long, about thirty centimeters on one side is enough." After speaking, Ling Xiaojun used his fingers to draw the length that needed to be left on the wood, put his hands on both sides of the point he had just determined, his hands shook, the wood broke off in the expected position, Ling Xiaojun threw away the excess section, and then broke the wood in his hand from the middle. Tie two pieces of wood to the sides of Zhiyuan's calves and ankles with ropes, and when everything is done, gently put Zhiyuan's calves on the ground and stand up.

"Perfect! You guys carry him out and watch out on his legs. ā€

Seeing a few people help Zhiyuan lift him out of the field, Ling Xiaojun clapped his hands, Bing Tong walked over and gently bumped Ling Xiaojun with his shoulder, Ling Xiaojun turned around, just saw Bing Tong blinking his big eyes, "Hey, tell me honestly, what are you doing?" ā€

"Me?" Ling Xiaojun thought about it carefully, "Actually, I'm a chef. ā€

He will start his part-time job at Xia Ruoxue's restaurant from tomorrow, so it is not wrong to say that he is a chef.

Bingtong smiled brightly, "Are you joking?" ā€

"What joke?" Of course, Ling Xiaojun didn't feel that he was telling a joke, and the contract was signed.

Bing Tong snickered with the review materials in his arms, a slam dunk master who doesn't drag racing is not a good chef, is he? ā€

It was Ling Xiaojun who reacted, it turned out that Bingtong was praising him for being omnipotent.

Seeing Ling Xiaojun's stunned appearance, Bingtong was a little in a trance.

Handsome, uninhibited, bad all-rounder, and most importantly, this is a kind-hearted guy, how can she resist.

"Hey, you haven't told me what your name is?"

"Ling Xiaojun. I know your name is Bingtong, right? ā€

"Ling Xiaojun? Your name is your only ordinary place, yes, my name is Bingtong, but my full name is Shen Bingtong. ā€

"Others know the full name first, and then know the nickname, I know the nickname first, and then know the full name, it seems that we are destined to have a vigorous love." Ling Xiaojun's thick skin is not a day or two.

"By the way, Ling Xiaojun, didn't you ask me a question at the beginning of the game?" Shen Bingtong glanced at Ling Xiaojun with big eyes.

After the fierce competition and the later injury of Zhiyuan, Ling Xiaojun couldn't remember it for a while. "What did I ask?"

"I can't remember it so soon." Bing Tong leaned close to Ling Xiaojun's ear and whispered, "I'm full." After speaking, Bingtong held the information in front of his chest and ran away shyly.

"I'll go, what is this for? What am I full? You're full, I'm overflowing! Why did you run away? Ling Xiaojun was a little depressed, "What did I ask?" ā€

After careful recollection, Ling Xiaojun finally remembered, before he played, Bingtong asked Ling Xiaojun how to repay him, and Ling Xiaojun asked her if she was eighteen years old. Ling Xiaojun's original intention is obvious, if Bingtong is eighteen years old, then if you want to repay it, you should repay it in an adult way.

As for the way adults are repaid, what is the way to repay? At least Bing Tong understood, otherwise he wouldn't have heard Ling Xiaojun's words, and while hammering Ling Xiaojun, he said that he was dead.

"She just said she's full." Thinking of this, Ling Xiaojun's body suddenly became a little hot, was this a successful appointment? I, Ling Xiaojun, are finally saying goodbye to my virgin career today!