Compared with basketball and swimming, Lu Xiang and Wang Keer participated in the art and painting competition is not passionate, to be exact, there is no competitiveness, a group of people sit in the venue, each painting what they think is good-looking, and finally handed over to the judges to review the best works, painting is the fastest in all competitions, and the painting results come out is also the day when the basketball game advances to the quarterfinals.

The swimming competition also reached the third round, with Yang Zhichen from Qing Middle School, Wang Kai from No. 4 Middle School, Qin Zhang from No. 8 Middle School, Li Qingzi from No. 9 High School, and students from another new campus representing their respective schools in the men's 200-meter butterfly.

The venue was still Qingzhong, Jiang Jiang was busy preparing for the fourth round of the competition, and the three of them watched the game on different campuses, each separated. Only Jiang Zhixia is still cheering for himself in Qingzhong.

The moment the gun rang out, Yang Zhichen rushed out, firmly guarding the first position, the first 100 meters did not change, the remaining 50 meters, Li Qingzi exerted his strength, rushed to the first position, Yang Zhichen firmly held the first, although the two quarreled during the period, fortunately, in the end Li Qingzi had no strength, Yang Zhichen successfully won the men's 200-meter butterfly on behalf of the Qingzhong, the second place is Li Qingzi, the third place is surprising, but it is a new community, Zhao Shuxuan of Lin Qing High School, no one expected that there are so many dark horses this year.

Jiang Zhixia raised his hand and shouted; "My God! Yang Zhichen! ”

Yang Zhichen stood on the podium and smiled at Jiang Zhixia, the two may have sympathized with each other.

"Dear students! Good evening, everyone! You will definitely wonder why today's game was scheduled for the evening, today's game, the fifth middle school hosts the strongest dark horse this time, Qinglin High School, which is currently 11-0! Such a wonderful game, of course, should be placed at the most suitable time to watch! And, moreover, the most important thing is that in today's game, the No. 5 Middle School and the Qing Middle School have the same record, and it will be decided which middle school will qualify for the first place in the group and advance to the quarterfinals of this competition. As the host lengthened the last strong word, the competition began grandly.

The players on both sides entered separately, Jiang Zhixia Linlang and Lu Xiang both sat on the viewing platform, cheering for Jiang Jiang, the home of the fifth middle school, it was normal for Qingzhong's voice to be covered in the past, but at this time, the audience made a unanimous voice; "Wow!" Lu Xiang hurriedly looked around, trying to figure out what was going on, and saw Jiang Zhixia and Lin Lang looking at the competition venue together, who was it? Is it Jiang Zhiyi, Jiang Jiang's father, the governor of Qinglin City, and the governor actually came to see the quarterfinals?

Jiang Jiang was still expressionless, glanced at the stage, saw Lu Xiang, and smiled at her.

Lu Xiang pretended not to see it and muttered to himself; "What the hell, this man."

"Don't worry about me, students, enjoy tonight's game, come on!" The Governor's concern is extraordinarily kind.

The format of this competition is to reintroduce a 10-minute quarter to prepare for the quarterfinals.

The strength of the fifth middle school is very strong, and it is a vicious battle for Qingzhong.

Yang Qi competed for the ball, Qingzhong attacked, and the picture suddenly flashed back to before the game.

"Yang Qi, if you get the first ball, let me shoot three points first." "Okay." Yang Qi agreed to Jiang Jiang without hesitation, if he could win this game, he would have the right to choose his opponent.

Yang Qi gave the ball to Jiang Jiang, made a feint, prepared to shoot, hit the basket, bounced out, the first attack failed, the fifth middle school saw the tactics of Qingzhong very thoroughly, the resolute choice, running without the ball, every player in the Qingzhong was guarded to death, and the water did not leak, resulting in a 9:3 beating, and Qinglin Middle School also had to call a timeout to replan the tactics.

Lu Xiang, who was sitting on the viewing platform, was very worried, he could see that Jiang Jiang's treatment was that if he had the ball, then there must be a three-person bag, Yang Qi was not physically strong enough to play the inside line, Changcheng's position was not suitable, Deng Ruoxing couldn't leave the defense, it was completely oppressed in the whole position, which was suffocating, and the fifth middle school still liked to attack at a fast pace, so that Qingzhong had no chance to defend at all, and there was no chance to change the strategy, Lu Xiang pursed her lips and frowned, but it still did not affect the blue boundless pupils hidden under her beautiful face.

Time passed like this, just three minutes after the third quarter, the score had been expanded to 20, Deng Ruoxing also left the court with five fouls, only Jiang Jiang and Yang Ge were still retaining their strength, seeing that the score was almost stretched little by little, Jiang Jiang tried his best to grab every rebound, but the score of the game has gradually been unable to catch up, from still having hope, to gradually giving up.

Jiang Zhiyi in the audience looked at his son, trying his best to win this game, and his heart may have changed a little.

Everyone saw Jiang Jiang taking the game seriously and remembered the interview before the game.

"Everyone, good afternoon, I'm Jiang Jiang from Qinglin Middle School, a signed model of B-M magazine"

"Do you have any goals for this contest?" Pre-game questions followed, all of which stimulated Jiang Jiang's brain.

"I don't have any opinion about the results, I don't have any ideas, I try to play every game."

"Do you love basketball, or do you just play it well?"

"Basketball is life for me, more real."

"Your Qinglin Middle School has participated in the city-wide competition since its own school, and the best result so far is the semi-finals, are you confident that you will enter the finals?"

"Isn't the semi-finals the semi-finals? Isn't that also a semi-final? Jiang Jiang made a joke and laughed so unnaturally in front of the camera.

"Don't you have anything to say to your teammates, or friends and family?"

Jiang Jiang thought seriously for a while; "I don't know what I can do, I know that I am playing on behalf of Qinglin Middle School, I, even Qinglin Middle School, so, if it were me, I would do my best to lift Qingzhong into the finals, and I would like to prove myself to someone, and I hope to get the gold medal to give this gold medal to her."

"It seems that the person you want to give it to is very happy, thank you Jiang Jiang for accepting this interview, I wish you success in the finals!"

As the minutes ticked by, the race drew to a close, and it seemed like everything wasn't going well for a few days.

Jiang Zhixia lost the 200-meter freestyle competition, Jiang Jiang lost the fifth middle school, Lin Lang's music competition, singing was unsatisfactory, and Lu Xiang's painting was eliminated.

Later, I found out why Lu Xiang's paintings could be eliminated, it turned out that the judge was Wang Keer's uncle. Lin Lang's music competition suddenly broke during the competition because of the excessive use of his voice the day before. Lu Xiang did not choose to report, but chose to ignore, for her, there is no upsetting thing, it is a good life, Jiang Jiang drank a lot of wine that day, and still insisted on sending Lu Xiang home, and he took a taxi back home and lay down.

Everyone's mood is extremely bad, and every time they collapse, they have to pull it back, and they look intact in the eyes of others.

Although Jiang Zhixia signed up for the music competition, Lin Lang was extremely sad, the two sat on the bench in front of Lin Lang's house, Lin Lang sat on Jiang Zhixia's right, without saying a word, she actually cried, Lin Lang, who has always been optimistic and cheerful, actually cried.

Jiang Zhixia stretched out his hand, stroked Lin Lang's face, helped her wipe away her tears, and slowly leaned over.

whispered in her ear, helped her toss her hair, and wanted to say it to her......