In the orange and red No. 7 Middle School, the yellow pigtail brother in the middle of the middle of the No. 7 Middle School, with his left hand and right hand, held a member of the No. 7 Middle School with his left hand and right hand, and did not forget to greet the players in front and behind.

It was as if he was having a special time in the team of No. 7 Middle School, and he was accurately chased by the camera again, and the pictures and videos were instantly captured by netizens and posted on the Internet.

caused a heated discussion.

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The game started smoothly, and when they heard the referee shouting the names of Song Yimian and Gu Yi, their teammates obediently paused the gossip, retreated to their positions, watched the game carefully, and analyzed the situation on the field in a straightforward manner.

"Thirteen has you been replaced?"

"Let's go under......"

Seeing that among the two players who shook hands with Song Yimian and Gu Yi on the opposite field, an unfamiliar face appeared, and everyone was not calm.

"It's not just Brother Braids who was withdrawn from the game, several people were withdrawn from the game together, and they must be substituted."

"The rest of the person is also quite miserable, and this substitute doesn't know what to do?"

"The reason why the substitute is a substitute is either that there is no shortage of people in the team and have not been re-selected, or that he is really not good."

"Ah~ Isn't that nothing to look at......

",, this substitute has studied it in advance!"

Several players saw that as soon as the substitute came on the field, they fiercely began to specialize in the weakness of the backcourt, and excitedly hammered each other's shoulders, trying to make the other party more attentive to watch the game. Don't miss out on this scene.

"It's just the beginning, it's not a big problem, it's a little anxious to play so fiercely as soon as you get on the field." Xiu Shu

"Yes, yes, let them play a game in front, just probe their reality and reality, and wait for Song Yimian to have a big reversal behind them."

Tao You was originally the shortest in the team, and as soon as the team members in front stood up, blocking most of her vision, and their hearts rose and fell with their screams and analysis.

Although the temporary substitute of the 13th Middle School is the usual aggressive style of play of the 13th Middle School team, it will make people feel some discomfort and timidity when they come up suddenly.

But because I had so little experience in the game, I had all the ideas on the bright side.

After only half a game, Song Yimian and Gu Yi had almost figured out the playing habits of this substitute.

For example, every time he is about to play an oblique diagonal baseline ball, he will subconsciously raise his left arm in front of him; When smashing, the right foot will subconsciously pad twice......

And his tactics so far should be to pull down Gu Yi's physical strength, and among the twenty balls, thirteen or four of them are pulling two diagonal baseline balls.

Song Yimian and another player from the 13th middle school bent over and stood in the front court, and they didn't receive a few balls from the beginning to now..... A doubles match is going to be played as a singles match.

But at the same time, it also allowed Song Yimian to conserve his physical strength to prepare for the next game, and even more so that he had extra energy to analyze the substitute in the thirteenth middle school.

"Brother Mian!" Gu Yi shouted behind him.

At the same time, Song Yimian took two steps back and rushed out, stopping the spinning ball that was about to fly to the other bottom corner, "Mine!"

"Beep————

Within fifteen minutes, the referee blew his whistle.

"One to zero, one to one lead."

"Exchange serves, exchange courts."

The first game ended quickly in a surprise volley by Song Yimian.

When he arrived at the opposite court, Gu Yi bent over with his racket and panted violently, scolding in a low voice, "Damn, this substitute is poisonous!"

"Huh~huh~" He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his eyelids, "Just staring at this little bit of physical energy of the little master."

"This grandson, the way of playing is too lo! Don't you dare to do something awesome!"

Song Yimian patted Gu Yi on the shoulder, "Okay?"

The simple two words really stimulated Gu Yi.

He straightened up, and finally took a rough breath, "Okay! This is strong

degree, I haven't reached one percent of my Gu master's limit!"

Song Yimian nodded reassuringly, and saw that the referee was ready to blow the whistle to urge them, turned around and walked to the backcourt, "That's okay, continue to play according to the plan, don't mess up the rhythm."

"Don't worry." Gu Yi wiped his face, turned the racket to the front court to prepare, and did not forget to signal to the referee that he was ready.

Taking advantage of the break in the game, the players gathered their heads together again like bees and continued the topic that had not been finished just now.

When the game started, they shouted to separate.

And so on until the game is completely over.

The referee of "Beep ————" naturally knew what happened this morning, and while blowing the whistle, he looked at the thirteenth coach with a blue face at the back of the field.

"One wins!"

The referee reported the result that the players of the first team expected. Ь.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school was so angry that he didn't wait for the players to get off the field, so he went back to the audience with his hands around his chest.

I don't see it, I really don't see it! Letting this substitute play is also a dead horse and a live horse doctor, which is better than directly abstaining to save face.

But the reason why this substitute has been on the bench is not because he is not strong enough, but because he will never be able to change his impatience.

Someone else gave a little spark, and he blew it up himself.

What kind of careful thinking on the playing field is all on the face to show the opponent, as well as those small actions when playing......

Does he think that others are blind and can't see such a big movement, or will he kindly ignore it automatically!

The coach didn't work him at the beginning to get rid of his stinky problem, but you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and over time you will give up, after all, you don't have to have him in the team.

Before the game, he told him a thousand times, but he didn't remember it at all, and when he got on the field, he just played in his head! Just one 'typing!'

No tactical strategy at all!

You can't teach your children!

What is the difference between this game in No. 1 Middle School and giving them a primary school paper?! His mother is still an open-book exam! What's more, there are still Song Yimian and Gu Yi on the other side!

Although they knew from the beginning that they were bound to lose, when they really faced this result, they still couldn't help but be congested and angry.

Hearing this result, the audience of No. 1 Middle School erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

He happily welcomed Song Yimian and Gu Yi back.

On the contrary, the thirteenth middle school, which is separated by several schools, is as quiet as a chicken......

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The coach of the thirteenth middle school returned to the team and sat down in his place with a gloomy face.

In the sky above the entire team, there was a big 'decay!'

No one dared to touch the coach's moldy head at this time, saving him from spilling his anger on himself.

At this time, the farther away you are, the quieter and safer you are.

Unconsciously, with the coach of the thirteenth middle school as the center, the distance between the two positions around the body was vacated.

The teammates who were shouting to buy snacks just now also came down well.

"Give me back the phone!"

A beating and irritable voice suddenly sounded in the thirteenth squadron.

The members of the thirteenth squadron widened their eyes and looked at this bear-hearted teammate with their hearts.

The man with one hand in his pocket, the other palm facing up, begging for a mobile phone in front of the coach, standing lazily on one leg.

Who else could it be but Brother Braids!

He had only been on the side of No. 7 for less than five minutes, and he just wanted to reconcile with them, but he was refused.

After a good meal, seeing that the players of the seventh middle school had begun to waver, and were about to add more firepower, the coach of the seventh middle school ended the first game of his team members and returned to the team.

'Good words persuade him to braided his hair in two sentences

Brother persuaded him to return to the Thirteenth Middle School.

And these scenes were also recorded by enthusiastic viewers and posted on the Internet.

Because Hong Xiqi's blurted out title was heard by other audiences, Brother Braids completely lost his real name on the Internet, and netizens began to call him 'Brother Braids' one by one. The hot search remained high for a while, and unexpectedly promoted this year's competition for free.

failed to achieve his goal, Brother Braided is being watched by people for what he is doing now, and he can't do any small movements, but he is unwilling to watch Fujihashi No. 6 Middle School live so smoothly and happily.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school looked at the severed palm in front of him that was about to reach his nose, and he was so angry that he was about to pout.

"Hurry up!" Brother Braided hooked his fingers, indicating that he was impatient. Xiushu.com

Before the coach spoke, he reminded, "Okay, I'll return the review after I finish writing!"

Being treated with such disrespect by his own teammates, the coach of the 13th Middle School felt that he was slashing his face off.

"I haven't read your review, who knows if you've written it deep enough. I'll give it to you when I'm done." The coach of the thirteenth middle school pushed away the pigtailed brother's hand, trying to save a little bit of his dignity as a coach in front of everyone.

Brother Braided didn't want to understand this, he stretched out his hand in front of him again, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were scarlet, and he stared straight at the coach, violently exposed, "I don't care if you see it or not, I'm already done!"

"My phone is my personal belonging, you can't use it! Still! To give! Me!" Brother Braided replied angrily, he was irritable, he didn't care what others said about him, anyway, he had been used to listening to these words since he was a child.

He just wanted to get that phone back as soon as possible.

The members of the 13th Squadron clenched each other's hands and took a shallow breath, for fear that a big move would disturb the confrontation between the two sides.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school knew that there was no point in holding on any longer, so he still stopped the loss in time.

"For you, for you." He pulled the old phone out of his pocket, "Let's go, let's go." Don't be embarrassed here.

Brother Braids took the phone and checked it carefully to make sure there was no damage.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school looked at his overly careful movements and muttered, "I can still break it for you, how many years has a broken mobile phone been used, no wonder you can't be contacted often." Let's get a better phone."

Brother Braided tightened his back molars, automatically ignored his last two words, stretched out his hand again, and raised his chin at the next few players who were also withdrawn, "And theirs, give it to me."

The coach angrily put a few mobile phones in his hand and waved his hand impatiently, "Give it, take it and leave quickly!"

Out of sight is pure for these people!

Anyway, they are no longer members of his team, and they all leave early, so as not to lose their face here again.

The team members took their mobile phones and followed behind Brother Braid, turning around and leaving without stopping for a moment, as if they were just here to wait for this moment.

"Just now he went to No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School again, do you think the coach knows?" Some team members can't help but gossip.

"I don't know, if you know, it's not as simple as letting them go." The other player knew the coach well and spoke confidently.

The coach of the thirteenth middle school heard their chat, and gasped.

Not worrying at all! I have to think about how to deal with the situation on the Internet next!

During the short lunch break, the dean of students, the vice principal, and the principal all called him several times, but they were all temporarily delayed by him with the reason that he was playing, but the final solution still has to be thought of by him, the coach......