Zhao Jiawen's face was ugly.

Yang Yang's handsome face was full of resentment and resentment.

This is a typical person with a small belly.

Nie Junguang's eyes were no better.

But Zhao Quan didn't bother to care about this.

He silently walked over to his backpack.

Take out your phone and open WeChat.

Chen Li finally replied to his message.

Only one.

The content made Zhao Quan a little disappointed:

"What's so nice about you playing? By the way, I'm very busy this weekend, so I won't see each other. ”

After going to college, Chen Li and Zhao Quan have always had an agreement to meet every weekend.

Or go shopping.

Or go to the free attractions around you.

Or, Zhao Quan went to Chen Li's school with his schoolbag and accompanied her to self-study.

......

Zhao Quan wanted to reply, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to give up.

Raising her eyes and subconsciously looking at the sidelines, Qin Shiwan didn't know when she left the basketball hall.

Inexplicably lost......

The pause is over!

The No. 7 thigh of the international trade class finally couldn't hold it anymore and played.

The faces of the starting five were grim, and they stared at Zhao Quan.

It was also a shame to lead by 40 points at half-time, only to concede only four points in the half-time.

Opposite the No. 7 thin HD show, he didn't say a word, but his eyes were very sharp, and he couldn't wait to eat Zhao Quan alive.

It's fighting spirit.

This kind of look is often seen by Zhao Quan in his idol Lao Ke.

The basic skills of No. 7 are very good, death winding, and there are various bags to help defend.

Zhao Quan, who was a little emotionally depressed, did not choose to play alone, but more to organize attacks and passes.

If you attract too much defensive pressure, you will free up your teammates.

After a few offensive rounds, Wu Yaowen and Zhang Qingrui scored points steadily, and when there was still the last minute left in the third quarter, they directly overtook the score:

59:58！

The international trade class was directly anxious.

The eyes of the counterpoint No. 7 are red, the movements are getting bigger and bigger, and the attacks are getting more and more ruthless.

When attacking the basket, he actually held the ball and bumped into Zhao Quan, directly knocking Zhao Quan, who was not very focused, to the ground!

"Hit someone with the ball!" the whistle sounded immediately.

The audience sighed.

Wu Yaowen and Zhang Qingrui immediately surrounded them.

"What are you doing, you can't afford to lose, can you?"

"What do you mean?

Lao Wang, who was not cowardly on weekdays, rushed up directly from the sidelines, pushed No. 7, who was a head taller than him, and scolded:

"Who are you bullying you?"

Even the female classmates on the sidelines ran to the field, some comforted Zhao Quan, and some scolded No. 7 opposite.

The big center of the international trade class hurried over and crossed the middle to prevent the conflict from escalating.

No. 7 was still red-eyed, and said unruly:

"It's normal to play ball, it's normal to have a bit of confrontation! Also, I won't let you get another point!"

It's impossible to bow your head on the pitch.

If you are wrong, you can't do it, everyone who plays this truth understands.

Zhao Quan was not angry.

With his current physical fitness, he will not be hurt or itchy when he falls.

It's just that these classmates who couldn't even call Zhao Quan's name before suddenly rushed up to support themselves and hug their grievances, which made Zhao Quan sigh for a while.

And Lao Wang, it's interesting enough!

"I'm fine, I'm playing, it's normal to have a little confrontation. Zhao Quan said with a smile.

The sound is still tepid.

But in his eyes, there was obviously a hint of ruthlessness.

The conflict subsided.

Conversion of possession.

Zhao Quan changed direction and directly shook the opposing No. 7 to the ground, and scored with ease.

Change to No. 7 to attack the basket.

Zhao Quanshang fought against his body, and No. 7's movements were immediately deformed.

Forced to shoot and was directly hit by the blood cap.

Go to your horse's basketball dreams!

Then Zhao Quan attacked quickly, and only No. 7 in the international trade class played with Zhao Quan, and was directly ridden by Zhao Quan.

"Bang!"

A skull!

"Buckle! This is a buckle! There is a buckle in this kind of competition!"

"I'm rubbing, Eribati slams you on the head??"

"This Nima's three-point score is comparable to Ku Ritian, taking off his hat in a flat frame, and breaking fast with a dragon dunk...... I see wet ......"

"Oh my God, he's only 1.78 meters, and he's wearing a pair of military training shoes!

"The school team, labor and management are the school team! This big guy is absolutely at the professional level, and it is simply a domestic answer Iverson who is five centimeters shorter!"

......

This buckle directly pushed the atmosphere in the basketball hall to the top.

On both sides of the stands, there were densely packed with people, and there were even several teachers who looked like them.

School stickers, various circle of friends, personal space......

Post after post flew out in the loop.

In the basketball circle of Xihua University, where students are prosperous, a thin young man who wears military training shoes to play ball has become famous in a battle, and he has seen how many people have been wet.

This buckle made Zhao Quan's highlights shine, and it also made the counterpoint No. 7 the worst background board.

Surprisingly.

Number 7 didn't show any annoyance.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and walked up to Zhao Quan, and said frankly and convincingly:

"Brother, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced! My name is Gao Yuan, if you don't dislike it, make a friend?"

If you are ruthless, you can afford to lose, this is a gentleman!

and Zhao Jiawen, who is also in the academy team, are completely two extremes.

Zhao Quan stretched out his hand.

The smile on his face is habitual and kind to others, saying:

"Zhao Quan!"

The game continues.

After Gao Yuan took the initiative to show goodwill, the game played much gentler.

At the end of the third quarter, the score was 67:58, and the industrial management class exceeded by nine points.

It was a 53-4 run in the quarter.

Among them, Zhao Quantian descended to earth and staged a shocking reversal, scoring 46 points alone.

It's a show!

However, when he got off the field, Zhao Jiawen waved at Zhao Quan in an old-fashioned manner, pretending to be posturing, and said:

"So you're pretty good at playing, why didn't you say it earlier, I'd have let you play earlier!"

Zhao Quan frowned, and listened to a few harsh sarcastic voices coming from Zhao Jiawen's side, which was very foul:

"Obviously you can play, what kind of grandson do you pretend? Just wait for Jiawen to get injured today, so that he can take the opportunity to become famous?"

"Huh...... I thought he was an honest man, but I didn't expect his scheming to be so deep. ”

"What about playing well? It's not like that poor sour ghost, this kind of person, I look down on it one day, and I look down on it for the rest of my life!"

......

The prejudice in people's hearts is really a big mountain.

Zhao Quan sneered, and directly did not bird Zhao Jiawen.

This made Zhao Jiawen's face more and more ugly, and his eyes were even more resentful.

In the fourth quarter, Zhao Quan did not plan to play.

Interestingly, Gao Yuan did not play, and the big center of the small class of the International Trade Class "Dad" level also sat on the bench.

In this game, they were completely convinced by Zhao Quan!

Knowing that with Zhao Quan, they will definitely not be able to win.

Zhao Quan is not on the court, he is just sitting on the sidelines, and he will never come up to take advantage of the score and chase the score.

Zhao Quan, who was drinking water, smiled and remembered a sentence:

The gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative.