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The header went to someone else, which would indeed make people feel very uncomfortable, but not to the point where she wanted to hit someone.

What made her angry was that the opponent used a certain angle to hit her chest with an elbow that was invisible. At that time, everyone's eyes were focused on the ball, and they didn't care about the elbow of the opponent's other hand.

What's more, the other party's movement was very fast, and it took less than a third of a second to retract, if she hadn't felt a burst of unspeakable pain, she might not have reacted to the fact that she was yin.

Luo Weiwei's face was pale in pain, but she couldn't rub it in public—it was her breast.

Depend on!

The girl in class four was named Cui Xueshan, and when she felt Luo Weiwei's gaze, the corners of her mouth hooked proudly.

Damn it......

"Sister Weiwei!" Wang Huile passed the ball, Luo Weiwei knew that now was not the time to find someone to settle accounts, she endured the pain in her body, caught Wang Huile's ball, and controlled the ball to run to the three-second zone.

Before the opening, Luo Weiwei told Wang Huile and Meng Xinyi to find a way to watch Cui Xueshan, so while Cui Xueshan was guarded by the two of them, she bypassed several other girls in the fourth class and threw the ball high at the three-point line.

"Entered, entered!" Song Ningyuan jumped up excitedly, and was yelled at by the teaching director: "Who is that! Song Ningyuan, right? You sit down for me! ”

Song Ningyuan plucked his ears impatiently and had to sit back, but his face still couldn't hide his excitement, as if it was not Luo Weiwei who scored the goal but himself.

He glanced sideways at Fan Yihang, wanting to discuss Luo Weiwei's wonderful three-point shot just now, but Fan Yihang was still frowning, looking worried.

He couldn't help but say: "I said why are you unhappy that the ball didn't score, and you are still unhappy when the ball went in?" Eh, isn't your nickname unhappy? ”

Hearing this, Fan Yihang glanced sideways at Song Ningyuan, his eyes were deep and cold, and his back stiffened when he saw it, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

He has seen Fan Yihang do it, although he is not used to seeing Fan Yihang, but he is still a little jealous of Fan Yihang in his heart.

Fan Yihang returned his gaze to the court, and at this time he no longer paid attention to where the ball was, but locked his eyes on Luo Weiwei.

He said "no", referring to Luo Weiwei's reaction when the first ball was cut off. The first reaction of the ball was to chase the ball back, but Luo Weiwei stood in place for a long time, and did not react until the ball of the fourth class went in, and the whole person seemed to be stunned.

This reaction should not be a normal reaction, and the only explanation is: the fourth class has a black hand.

As he watched, Luo Weiwei scored another goal, this time a lucky ball, and the ball circled the basket twice before falling into the blue frame.

She raised her hand towards the position of the third class with her eyebrows fluttering, and the people in the third class, led by Song Ningyuan, suddenly stood up and screamed, provoking the teaching director to reprimand again: "The third class!" Sit down! Sit it all down for me! ”

Luo Weiwei looked at Cui Xueshan and smiled a little coldly.

Cui Xueshan looked away, her face a little ugly.

The game continues.

Cui Xueshan was like crazy in the next game, biting the score to death, if Luo Weiwei hadn't scored a few more three-pointers, the score was estimated to be thrown away a lot by the fourth class.

At the end of the first half, both sides were sweating profusely.

It was unprecedented, and there were almost no people in the other four classes, all of whom gathered in the third and fourth classes.

As the halftime whistle blew, Fan Yihang stood up.

"Where?" Song Ningyuan asked.

Fan Yihang had already taken the mineral water in his hand and walked in the direction of Luo Weiwei.

Song Ningyuan reacted and commanded the others: "Water!" Hurry up and bring water to the heroines of our class! ”

……

"They're going to kill me in the second half." Luo Weiwei gasped, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.

She is wearing a simple white T-shirt on the upper body today, and school uniforms and pants on the lower body.

Meng Xinyi put her hands on her knees and asked, "What should I do then?" In this way, I will prevent Cui Xueshan from death? ”

Luo Weiwei shook her head: "You can't prevent it alone, Wang Huile, you and Meng Xinyi will stare Cui Xueshan to death together." Rui Rui, you and I are responsible for grabbing the ball and passing it to Lou Meitong. ”

"Pass it to me?" Lou Meitong was a little stunned and uncertain.

"That's right." Luo Weiwei's tone was very affirmative, she looked into Lou Meitong's eyes and said firmly: "The goal in the second half, if I am not wrong, basically depends on you." ”

"But I ......"

"No, Lou Meitong, at this time, you must believe in yourself. Don't force the three-pointer, find the distance and angle you feel are the most stable before shooting, and the rest of us will cooperate with you. It's a team game, and as long as we work together, we're going to win! ”

Lou Meitong looked at the firm gazes of the four of them, and finally nodded her head: "Okay!" ”

"Luo Weiwei." A cold voice sounded.

Luo Weiwei turned her head and saw Fan Yihang walking over with a bottle of mineral water, her ears were a little red, and she didn't know if it was the sun.

"Ouch......" Meng Xinyi snorted twice.

Luo Weiwei pretended to be angry and glared at her, and walked to the side with Fan Yihang to a less conspicuous place.

"Thanks!" She took the bottle of water that had been unscrewed, looked up and poured a few sips, thinking that Fan Yihang still had a little conscience and knew to bring her water.

"...... just now" Fan Yihang paused, pondered the words in his heart, and finally asked directly: "Did the fourth class do it to you?" ”

Luo Weiwei's action of drinking water stopped, and she almost didn't choke.

She coughed a few times and said, "You see?" ”

"I don't count as seeing." He looked at her with a frown and asked, "Where's it?" Does it hurt? I...... I'll take a look at it for you, or take advantage of the infirmary now. ”

Luo Weiwei's face turned red, she cleared her throat, and said, "You don't have to help me see it, right?" ”

Fan Yihang: "Huh? ”

"Where she hit me...... It's chest. Luo Weiwei, who has always boasted of being impregnable, said with a red face.

"......" Fan Yihang's face turned red instantly.

Just then, a boy walked towards the two men.

"Luo Weiwei." The boy shouted his name, handed over a bottle of water, and said: "You played well in the first half, and you will probably be stared to death in the second half, remember ......"

"I know." Luo Weiwei said politely and coldly: "Thank you for the reminder, and besides, I already have water." ”

Fan Yihang turned his eyes and saw that he was facing away from the boy just now, and only then did he see that this boy was the school basketball team that Song Ningyuan said.

As a result, he rarely looked at a person with serious eyes.

The boy was also looking at Fan Yihang, and immediately reacted to who this was.

Isn't this the guy who is rumored to be a "genius face and genius head"?

"You saw it too." Luo Weiwei's arm was on Fan Yihang's shoulder, and she said to the boy, "I have a boyfriend, so ...... You know. ”