At the beginning of the game, first entered the jump ball link, Ling Aohan volunteered to go into battle, and the opposite side was a tall girl.

The two stood face to face, they were enemies, their eyes secretly communicated, when the referee threw the ball high, Ling Aohan jumped up first, slapped hard, and the 3rd class took the lead.

Outside the field, Belala, who sneaked to Bai Sheng's side and sat down, looked puzzled, "Why, the person who is half a head taller than Ling Aohan is half a beat slower?" ”

Bai Sheng smiled, "There is a huge disparity in technology!" ”

She remembered that when she participated in the audition that day, this tall man and Ling Aohan were together, and the eight achievements were to release water.

Seizing the opportunity naturally has an advantage, and with the active cooperation of the players, Class 3 threw a two-point shot in the opening minute and a half.

Class 1 team members, you look at me, there is helplessness in your eyes, and then boost your morale and make persistent efforts.

The tall man who received the ball again quickly ran to the opponent's basket, his own team members have been cautiously defending against the opponent, and I don't know why, she suddenly fell, and at the same time as the ball rolled down, she was quickly caught by Ling Aohan, she rushed forward like an arrow, defending her thin man, and kept chasing behind, but there was a big gap between her and Ling Aohan.

The captain couldn't look past it and shouted angrily, "Thin man, run faster!" ”

However, as soon as the voice fell, the goal whistle sounded, and a one-point goal was given to Class 3 in vain.

"What?"

"Those two tall and thin ones are full of loopholes, and they deliberately release water?"

"Have you ever played at home?"

In the audience, the students of Class 1 couldn't help but complain.

How could the team members not see the problem that even outsiders could see, and when the team members passed by them, they said a few more words, "Are you two serious?" ”

"Keep an eye on it!"

The two girls, one tall and one thin, said sorry and coped with it.

When Ling Aohan walked by, they seemed to wipe their sweat and winked at her, and the corners of Ling Aohan's lips hooked, faintly smiling.

The game continued, under the basket of the 1st class defense, the moment the two sides competed for the rebound, the 1st class player planned to throw the high shot away, but the tall man jumped and slapped the basketball directly into his own basket, which was simply the opponent's "God assist", and the audience caused an uproar and all kinds of cheers.

"Damn, what the hell!?"

"Own goal?"

"Long-legged girl, where are your eyes growing?"

"I don't know how to play ball, get out of the way!"

Quite a few people got angry and stood up and fired at the tall man.

The tall man stood there dumbfounded, waiting for the referee to give the score to Class 3, and she came back to her senses, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Keep apologizing to the players.

The same team is already convinced, and they don't bother to talk to her.

After a first half, it became Ling Aohan's special show, of course, her "show" originated from the two "right-hand men" of class 1 to make and feed the ball.

Class 3 scored again, and the people outside the field lost their temper, especially the girls in the first class, who had resentful faces, and Belara quietly came to Bai Sheng, "What do you think?" ”

Bai Sheng pretended to be puzzled, "What? ”

"Can't you see that the one in the first class is tall and one thin, playing match-fixing!"

Bai Sheng smiled silently.

"Dribble well, it was easily robbed by Ling Aohan, and it was too obvious for them to release water, right?"

Bai Sheng said meaningfully, "Things must be reversed, let's just watch the play patiently!" ”

At 23 minutes and 15 seconds, the tall man once again let go of the water and conceded the ball, which made Ling Aohan's goal. At present, the score of the two sides is 26-3, a huge difference of 13 points, which is almost equal to the gap in the first half of yesterday's men's game.

At halftime, the atmosphere of the two sides was obviously different, and the 3rd class was deadly silent, everyone sat on the rest chair, silently drinking water, and they knew in their hearts that winning was not honorable.

The atmosphere in Class 1 was very strong, and there was a person with a more explosive temper, who deliberately threw the empty bottle on the tall man, and then deliberately said: "I'm sorry, I thought I could throw it in the trash!" ”