Chapter Seventy-Three: Wounded

After practicing, Wang Dazhi walked quickly towards Xu Fei, and looking at his appearance, he seemed to have a lot to say.

Before the people arrived, the complaint came first, "It's so unfair!" Zhou Yuanyang was scurried around by your defense, and such a level coach also specially formulated tactics for him! I don't understand, they still think that Zhou Yuanyang plays elegantly, I think it's just a cowardice, isn't playing against the ball, and floating outside to shoot, what momentum is there! ”

Xu Fei smiled, this was all arranged by the coach, and it was not Zhou Yuanyang's own request, he could hear the sour taste in it, and comforted Wang Dazhi a few words.

Wang Dazhi and Zhou Yuanyang are also enemies, anyway, in the last game, as long as Wang Dazhi got the ball, he never passed it to Zhou Yuanyang.

"I was so angry when I heard it, why do we all have to play around him, where are you not as strong as Zhou Yuanyang? If you hadn't grabbed so many rebounds in the last game, Wu Xiao could have made so many shots? ”

The more Wang Dazhi talked about the back, the more his emotions rose, he felt that the boss of the school team was Wu Xiao, after all, the qualifications and strength were the highest, of course the second leader of the school team should not let Xu Fei, at this time Zhou Yuanyang jumped out to fight for power and profit, which made him very unhappy.

"No matter what, I'm on your side! Wu Xiao has graduated, I support you to be the boss! ”

Xu Fei was stunned when he heard this, this second game has not started yet, and he began to fight for the boss?

The boss of the school team has nothing to fight for, and there are no special benefits, but Wang Dazhi showed his attitude without hesitation, and he was not good at beating Wang Dazhi's kindness, so he said thank you.

"See you tomorrow!" Wang Dazhi patted Xu Fei's broad shoulder and said, but he was a little bitter in his heart, he was still a starter before, and now he can only play as a substitute.

However, he was convinced by the coach's practice of letting Xu Fei take the lead for him, after all, Xu Fei's ability to grab rebounds was stronger than him.

The two separated, Xu Fei stepped on his shadow and walked on the way back, and he didn't meet any messy people in the past few nights, and it seemed that he had returned to his former loneliness.

Approaching the community, Xu Fei suddenly saw the fence of the community lying crookedly on the ground, the glass of the security room was smashed out of a big hole, and the broken glass slag was shining on the ground.

Something happened!

Xu Feimai ran towards the community, and at the same time, a figure ran out head-on.

Just when the two passed by at high speed, the man suddenly reached out and pushed Xu Fei from the side, and scolded in his mouth, "Get out of the way!" ”

Xu Fei was pushed out by the sudden force, and subconsciously made a protective action, but his arm was scratched by some sharp weapon, and he could feel the warm liquid flowing out.

Then the pain was transmitted to the brain through the nerves, but this pain was not strong, under the light, a wound stretched across the entire arm, and the glass slag was in the wound, refracted through the light like a valuable blood diamond.

It may be the effect of hard qigong to reduce the pain caused by trauma.

"Catch the thief...... Don't let the thief run! A fat man walked a few steps and rested, and a snorting pant came out of his mouth and nose, which was louder than he spoke.

"Are you alright?" Xu Fei couldn't help but ask when he saw the fat man looking like he was dying at any time.

"I'm fine, you should be fine, I see you left a lot of blood!" The fat man gasped as he said.