"That's not what I meant, he ......"

When Zhao Jiawen faced Qin Shiwan, he obviously lacked confidence, and his tone immediately softened.

Zhao Quan didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff, so he quickly waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, I've been practicing since lunch, so I don't need to warm up." ”

"Huh?"

Qin Shiwan glanced at Zhao Quan steadily.

The eyes, which have never been rippling, have a little bright color.

Zhao Jiawen snorted disdainfully and muttered: "No matter how much you practice spicy chicken, you can't change the essence of spicy chicken." ”

Zhao Quan just smiled.

Sitting on the sidelines, she took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat, but Chen Li still didn't reply to the message.

Clicking on the circle of friends, Zhao Quan's heart trembled slightly.

Half an hour ago, Chen Li posted a circle of friends, and the content was just one sentence:

"There is no ex on the whole network who will not admit it. ”

The accompanying picture is a "520" transfer chart with the name truncated.

Below, Zhao Quan could only see one of Chen Li's own comments: "Hehe, it's just an ordinary brother." ”

Zhao Quan rubbed his brows, opened his eyes, and the pair of military training shoes that came into view were a little dazzling in green...

Two fifty-five.

The main force of the two classes of warm-up was prepared on the sidelines.

Zhao Jiawen couldn't play in a plaster, so he played the role of a coach, calling Nie Junguang, Wu Yaowen and others over to arrange tactics decently.

A few little fan girls ran before and after serving tea and water, so they were not attentive.

Especially Lao Wang's dream lover Li Feifei is even more bold, with a pleated skirt and a short shirt, and a double ponytail.

This reminded Zhao Quan of a heart-wrenching sentence that Brother Tom said behind Lao Wang's back:

"Let's put it this way, Li Feifei went to that station, and the air in that area was all noisy. Lao Wang's simple criticism, everyone is a toad who wants to eat swan meat, so he has a bad taste, and he chases the fox all day long. ”

Zhao Quan looked back, Lao Wang didn't come, and watched the film in the dormitory.

Needless to say, Brother Tom, he will definitely go out to surf without class in the afternoon.

Three o'clock.

The game begins.

On the side of the engineering management class, Nie Junguang controls the ball, Wu Yaowen plays the inside line, and there are three dirty jobs of about 1.8 meters.

Zhao Quan basically didn't know Zhao Quan in the international trade class, just a No. 7 player of about 1.8 meters was a little familiar, I heard that he also entered the academy team, and he was still the main division, and his scoring ability was stronger than Zhao Jiawen.

Zhao Jiawen didn't mean to let Zhao Quan play.

Zhao Quan was not in a hurry, sitting on the edge of the field, quietly watching the field.

It turns out.

Without Zhao Jiawen's team, it really can't beat those in the international trade class.

The five starters on the field are a little better than Nie Junguang's skills.

But Nie Junguang is not tall, only in his early 1.7 meters, and has a dazzling ball control technique, but he has no basket.

He doesn't have the ability to finish the offense, he can't score points!

When the thigh of the international trade class was on the 7th, it was all kinds of one step, and all kinds of face ***...... Score like chopping melons and vegetables!

Halfway through the first quarter, the margin reached double digits!

The first quarter ended with the score at 12:29.

The strong international trade class is directly ahead by 17 points!

The girl over there is already happily going to heaven, handing out water and towels, and she is happy.

On the other hand, on the side of the work management class, he shrugged his head and was lifeless.

Zhao Jiawen is usually arrogant, and he opened his mouth to scold the players on the field:

"Do you know how to play? Why are you so shitty? I kind of understand today, I've been playing with four elementary school students before?"

"Jiawen, don't say it, the 7th on the other side is too strong. ”

Nie Junguang, who usually has the best relationship with Zhao Jiawen, can't listen to it anymore.

Wu Yaowen, the deputy squad who plays the inside line, is a Mongolian man with a straight temperament.

Originally, it was unhappy to lose, and there were all kinds of scolding on the sidelines, which made him angry, and he blew up on the spot, saying:

"Don't you know what strength No. 7 has on the other side?

"You!"

Zhao Jiawen's face was red, his heart was empty, and he didn't speak again.

But the rhythm of the loss simply can't stop.

The second quarter begins.

The No. 7 thigh of the international trade class came up with a wave of 0:6, and the score difference was pulled to 23 points.

This kind of department small class competition is generally only 50 points in the whole game.

Now that the second quarter is less than halfway, the difference has been stretched to 23 points, and the result is basically no suspense.

The main force on the international trade class has begun to play while playing, with all kinds of bells and whistles.

And the group of men cheering off the field flew with trash talk.

There are no men in the industrial management class, and the men in the international trade class are hard......

The girl in the spraying work management class walked seventy-seven eighty-eight, and even Li Feifei didn't resist it.

The seniors in the stands on both sides have long been booing.

"What kind of college cup final is this? beating elementary school students?

"Garbage time before half-time, this game is ugly, it's boring!"

"I'll go, the younger students of the industrial management class are too wasteful, and I will lose the face of our industrial management department. ”

......

End of half, 14:54!

The score difference has actually reached 40 points!

What a shame!

The seniors in the stands sent a flying message in the circle of friends:

"The most ugly Academy Cup final!!"

"The most humiliating work management class!!"

......

School post bar forum rhythm post after post:

"Shocked!!! Xihua shocked the most ugly theater cup game in history"

"Live Broadcast!!Large-scale Teaching and Behavior Scene of the Institute of Economics and Management"

"Boiling!!!International Trade Iron Man's Blood Abuse Worker Tube Sissy Cannon"

......

This college cup competition exploded in the whole school.

The basketball stadium, which can accommodate three or four thousand people, was frantically flooded with students from major colleges before the start of the second half, and the seats were unexpectedly half filled!

Boos, ridicule, ridicule...... From all directions, press on everyone in the work management class.

Zhao Quan was still not in a hurry, and sat quietly.

Qin Shiwan held her arms and looked at the field lightly from beginning to end, without saying a word, and no one around her was close.

But the other students in the class who came to cheer and cheered couldn't sit still one by one, and escaped from the gymnasium with their faces covered.

In the future, no one will dare to say that he is in the industrial management class.

The team members were propped up on the sidelines, but they didn't even dare to raise their heads, which was really embarrassing.

Morale is long gone.

The fighting spirit was shattered.

Even the entire industrial management class plays ball, and I am afraid that I will not even have a face on the basketball court in the future.

Zhao Jiawen was annoyed and angry, trembling with anger, pointing at the noses of Wu Yaowen and others and scolding:

"You guys are such a waste, losing 40 points in the half, losing to the whole school, and losing all my face! ”

"Shame on you, you really look up to yourself, you have the ability to come up and get the score back!" Wu Yaowen's mentality exploded directly.

"Are you blind? Don't you see my broken leg?" Zhao Jiawen was straightforward.

"Did I interrupt it? You went out by yourself and broke it, you deserve it, stinky brother!" Wu Yaowen got up suddenly.

With a burly figure of one meter eight or nine, Zhao Jiawen of the town was suddenly deflated and did not dare to squeak.

Scold...... What a stinky brother who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard!

At this time, Qin Shiwan, who had been cold, suddenly looked at Zhao Quan and asked:

"When are you going to play?"