"Yaoguang's group seems to be completely assisting the two sisters of the Qin family, but judging from the scores, the scores of the five of them are almost equal, which means that they can pull out one person at random, and they all have the strength of the sisters of the Qin family. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The three small transparent heads are getting lower and lower.

"However," Wang Jie's painting style changed, "it's not that you are much worse than them, but you don't know how to cooperate in the real sense." ”

"Teacher, what do you mean by that?" Mu Ling asked.

"It's two hours before school ends, and I'm here to teach you how to form a better formation." As soon as the words fell, Wang Jie began to arrange the positions of the five team members.

Until the bell rang, Mu Ling and the others were still training with such a novel style of painting, what guards, forwards, and centers, it was still a little difficult for some children who didn't know basketball at all to understand the role of these positions.

There are also "2-1-2", "2-3", "3-2", "1-3-1" formations, which are so annoying that you don't want to.

After Wang Jie deeply understood that children's IQ was a hard injury, he no longer insisted on it, and he was second in the game, just do his best.

Therefore, in a burst of embarrassment, Wang Jie ended today's training, and tomorrow, he will usher in the semifinals.

Back in her cozy cabin, Mu Ling began to play a crazy codeword pattern after dinner, and after roughly forming a frame in her mind, her fingers surged like a shuttle, and rows of black fonts on the screen gradually filled the whiteboard.

Coupled with last night's hard work, 50,000 words finally arrived, just looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Instead of sending it to Kogoro, Mu Ling prepared to recharge her energy at night in order to meet tomorrow's battle.

In the gymnasium, there are only two games today, but the seats are full, so you can imagine how popular the sport with the full name of basketball has become.

The four teams slowly entered the basketball court, and the foreign Chinese Yaoguang team was still the unrivaled king's contempt.

The results of the draw came out, but it failed as Mu Ling wished.

Qin Lian took the note, glanced at the players with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and paused at Mu Ling, no way, Mu Ling is too beautiful, phew, too unfazed, and what flashed in her eyes was a faint regret.

Oh, interesting, just want to lose at our hands? Qin Lian thought so, and proudly turned around and walked back to the rest ground.

The Ping An Squad is the first game, and the opponent is the Kunpeng Squad.

Eh, why are the opponents you meet so distinctive?

The experimental elementary school is all skinny and small, even if it doesn't matter, why is this Kunpeng team so dark?

Well, black can be acquired, but looking at the skin that is different from ordinary yellow people, Mu Ling always has a feeling of disharmony.

Then she wants to see what skills these black children have, and they can do it all the way to the present.

Although Mu Ling's head was constantly complaining, she didn't miss the situation on the field at all.

The basketball roamed in Huo Yan's hands, and those little blacks held a wait-and-see attitude, cowering, as if they didn't dare to step forward.

What's going on? Stumped our team is too strong, they are scared? Or was it just luck that they won both games?

The first goal was scored quite easily, it was so easy that it was outrageous, Mu Ling felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find anything suspicious, what can you do if people don't come up to stop you?

For five minutes, on this basketball court where every second is a life, the Ping An team has been maintaining the goal of the team, and Kunpeng has not scored a point, and the score is 16:0, Mu Ling really wants to laugh three times in the sky.

However, just when Mu Ling was proud, Huo Yan fell and wiped blood from her elbow.

The game was suspended, and Mu Ling ran forward in a panic.

A group of medical staff also rushed to catch up with the medicine box.

"Referee, whose fault is it?" Wang Jie on the side asked the referee who blew the whistle.

"The other party is defending itself, and it should be your team's unstable center of gravity that caused the fall."

Wang Jie frowned, it shouldn't be reasoned, Huo Yan is notoriously solid, and whoever has an unstable center of gravity will not be her turn. But the referee said so, and he couldn't refute anything.

"Doctor, how are her injuries?" Mu Ling asked with concern.

"Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones, so it shouldn't matter if I had a day off, but she shouldn't be able to play in the next game." The doctor's face was filled with regret.

"No, I can still hold on." Hearing the negative answer, Huo Yan stood his head directly and struggled.

"Alright, you can rest, I'm down there." Knowing Huo Yan's stubborn temper, Mu Ling comforted her.

It's just that this account, she has already calculated it on the head of the little black man.

She didn't believe that Huo Yan's center of gravity was unstable or anything, she had trained with Huo Yan for so long, and she had never encountered a wrestling situation, so there was a 99% chance that it was the black hand of that group of little black people.

At a young age, if you don't learn well, it seems that you can't wait for me to teach you a lesson.

Burning with the flame of revenge, he was very angry that Mu Ling led the four younger brothers, and he was stunned to kill the little black man without leaving a piece of armor.

Phew, exaggerated.

The black hand or something has to be experienced to understand how annoying it is, to close the elbow after the position, to pull the jersey when the position is stuck, and to probe the knee forward when preventing a breakthrough, fortunately Mu Ling opened the defense, how to fall and how to hit it is fine.

So, it's like a dead loop, it's concave in it, the black man hit desperately, Mu Ling still got up alive, and then continued to fight.

The little blacks are also depressed, according to their tactics, they just desperately put a few strong K's in the opponent down, even if they are punished with a red card, there will always be a substitute, but, what is the matter with the eyeballs that can't be beaten Xiaoqiang?

The big guy just now can solve it, but why is such a slender little girl so tenacious? If there is no injury, doesn't it hurt to fall?

Well, the little black man's little brain can't understand the existence of the plug-in.

"Toot-" The game ended.

Mu Ling wiped the beads of sweat on her head, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally won with a lead of eighteen, this game is really grinding.

Two members of the opposing team also received red cards.

When exiting the venue, looking at the frustration on the faces of the Kunpeng players, Mu Ling walked up to their captain.

"Your style of play is very risky, if you are not careful, you will be injured yourself, and this kind of unsightly means, I hope you can give up, otherwise, it will be your face."

The black captain tried to refute, but was pulled by the team behind him.

"Captain, I don't want to fight like this." It was one of the red card players who spoke, she felt the spurning of the audience, and she felt very uncomfortable, and Mu Ling's attitude of not giving up deeply infected her, and she also wanted to play a game like that.

The captain didn't say anything, snorted and walked away with the players.