Except for the team that was abused, the brows of the other participants were deeply wrinkled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When encountering such a brave opponent, who is not panicked, not to mention, the game is tight with some primary school students.

After the first game, the rest of the games were boring, after seeing the fast pace of the dazzling light, the rest was like a child's house, and even more, the child could fall down and save the ball when he ran with the ball.

Seeing this kind of scene, the audience always laughed, and the party directly cried, which made the referee at a loss.

The morning schedule passed, and it was Mu Ling's turn to play after a while.

The relatives of the Culture Primary School also looked like they were gearing up, losing people would not lose the battle, Huo Yan also held her head high, and her sturdy figure was quite intimidating.

As soon as the whistle was ordered, Huo Yan jumped up with an unexpected reaction, and contacted the basketball with the highest player on the other side, at this time, it was wrist strength, so there was no doubt that Huo Yan seized the opportunity.

After Huo Yan got the ball, he didn't play rebounding by himself like Qin Lian, but passed it to Mu Ling tacitly.

Touching this ball that was the same as usual but a little different, Mu Ling's heart flashed a trace of waves.

First, he changed direction and dribbled, shook the opponent down, passed easily, and then the process of the layup.

Seeing the opponent defending under the basket, Mu Ling first slapped the ball with her left hand to her right hand, exerted force with her right foot, and took a big step forward with her left foot to the right. Stretch out your left hand, sink your left shoulder, and protect the ball! Break through from the right, and after taking this step, hold the ball with both hands and start walking a three-step basket.

Skillful movements in one go, jump, dunk!

Seeing the numbers raised on the scoreboard, Mu Ling's heart flashed with joy and she high-fived Huo Yan in celebration.

But on the basketball court, every second counts, Mu Ling is staring at the whereabouts of the ball all the time, seizing every opportunity to grab a rebound.

In the first half alone, Mu Ling sweated profusely, and although the score was not as perverted as Yaoguang, it was also 15 points ahead, which can be said to be a big advantage.

As the sound of the second half began, Mu Ling wiped her sweat.

"Mu Ling, Huo Yan, you can rest again and let others take over for a while." After speaking, Wang Jie ordered two girls from the substitute team.

The two girls seemed very excited, but Mu Ling was unfeeling, and obeyed the teacher's arrangement, that is, they were born in a professional class, and they must know more than themselves.

However, when Mu Ling and Huo Yan were replaced, the situation on the scene was a little dangerous, the opponent scored frequently, and the newly replaced players were a little weak, and soon, the original gap would soon be equaled.

"Teacher, let's go up." Huo Yan, who was sitting at the bottom, was in a hurry, and was somewhat unhappy to see that the points he had worked so hard to save were wasted in a few minutes.

However, Wang Jie was still unmoved.

The score was gradually overtaken by the opponent, and at the end of the small half, the Ping An team was already ten points behind, but the opponent was getting more and more energetic.

At halftime, the two girls who were replaced hung their heads and wept.

"Okay, you guys come down, Mu Ling, Huo Yan, you guys go up." Wang Jie beckoned to the two.

"Yes!" Huo Yan responded with emotion, although she lost a lot of points, but she didn't put it in her eyes at all, ten minutes was enough for her to surpass.

Huo Yan, who returned to the arena, was like a fierce tiger, showing her fangs, with her strength, no one had ever successfully crossed her defense, and whenever she intercepted the ball, she would quickly throw it to Mu Ling.

Compared with Huo Yan, Mu Ling can be called a wild horse that has a loose horse, with momentum but agility, in the last two minutes, she seems to have found a state, sweating, hearty.

"Dut-" The game ended, and the Ping An team won the game by a narrow margin of 67:62.

And Mu Ling hugged her friends directly, looked at each other and smiled.

Exiting the competition venue, Mu Ling and the others disbanded and went home directly, because they were competing on behalf of the school, so they could take a four-day holiday.

At home, Mu's mother is sitting in front of the TV knitting sweaters.

"Mom, I'm back." Mu Ling threw herself into Mu's mother's arms with a happy face.

"Look at how happy you are, you won the game?" Mu's mother scratched her daughter's nose.

"That's, don't look at who's out of the way! By the way, there should be a show on the Ink City Sports Channel at eight o'clock tonight, you must remember to watch it! ”

"Okay, okay, baby girl's game, why wouldn't I watch it?"

Mu's mother's tone was mixed with joy and sadness, she also learned about her daughter's novel being blocked, seeing that she seemed to be in a particularly bad mood in the past two days, and she hid in her room every night to write an outline, but how could a complete story system be so easy to write?

Therefore, the room is always full of shredded paper, but it seems that she is afraid of trouble, and her sensible daughter often cleans the room by herself, and every time she sees such a scene, her heart is pounding.

After dinner, Mu Ling still buried her whole person on the desk.

The table was already full of all sorts of article structures.

Mu Ling is hesitating, which type of work should she write about this work that she is going to turn over?

Modern Xiuzhen?

Western Magic?

Historical military?

Or,

Post-apocalyptic zombies?

Tangled and entangled, Mu Ling chose the last one, the end of the world.

In '08, there was almost no fire in the apocalyptic text, and in the near future, it will definitely occupy half of the country.

Shadowless Tianmou, since you have an unimaginable immortal cultivation text, then I will give you a cruel end times that make it difficult to extricate yourself.

Just do it, Mu Ling picked up the pen and began to scribble and write, from the last failure, Mu Ling has learned a lesson, other people's, no matter how good they are, they can't become their own.

If you copy the works of others, you will not be able to create your own genre sooner or later.

Maybe the theme of the end times has been reduced to a routine in the previous life, but Mu Ling will definitely add her own style.

That's one word: ugly!

The life of the last days is completely inseparable from ugliness, and all kinds of dark sides of human nature will be provoked, and what Mu Ling wants to write is those ugly and disgusting smells.

It is only when people see a more ugly world that they will cherish the peace of the present, in a sense, it will be a big adventure, and if it fails, it will definitely be banned as an illegal work that promotes bloody violence.

But if it succeeds, this will become a masterpiece that can surpass "Xianfan"!

In about 5,000 words, Mu Ling outlined the framework of her apocalypse, and then sent the shooting to Kogoro.

After waiting patiently for a while, there was an echo.

Different from the excitement of the first self-recommendation, Mu Ling said that she was already an old nun who had seen through the red dust, so it was rare that there was no wave in her heart.