Lao Zhao clapped his hands nervously next to him: "Don't panic, don't panic, defend, defend!" ”

Jiang Zixuan took the lead in shouting and cheering for the class on the sidelines:

"Class 14 ......"

"Defend!"

"Class 14 ......"

"Come on!"

In fact, the players on the field have turned a deaf ear to these background sounds.

Xu Lei still has the style of a general, and he has not lost his sense of proportion in this case.

He whispered a few words to Qian Jiahao before serving, and Qian Jiahao finally didn't dare to wave again, and the two played a small cooperation to recover two points.

Soon a new opportunity arose.

Qian Jiahao was blocked outside the penalty area with the ball, Xu Lei ran out of a gap very smartly, and shouted while raising his hand:

"Qian Jiahao!"

The guy glanced at it, but subconsciously hesitated for a second.

In the moment of lightning, the defenders of Class 9 had already filled in in time, and Class 14 missed this fleeting opportunity.

Cooperation also depends on how to cooperate, Qian Gongzi is the kind that only needs others to cooperate with him, and does not want him to cooperate with others.

Damn it!

Fuck your sister!

Xu Lei really wanted to scold his mother.

Qian Jiahao hesitated, but in the end he didn't break through, and reluctantly shot on the outside line.

On the basketball court, the three no-sticks not only represent an offensive failure, but also the person who shoots often feels very unlucky, which will affect the feeling of the next period of time.

Sure enough, Qian Jiahao's state became sluggish.

Of course, after the one just now, Xu Lei will not give him another chance.

The situation in Class 9 is similar to Class 14, there is no such thing as "bench depth" at all, and substitutes are rarely rotated.

Therefore, by the end of the third quarter, the physical strength of the players on the court had decreased significantly, and the hands and feet of individual people had obviously begun to be irregular.

Both sides scored one more each, and now the score on the field is 14:17.

Class Nine played a sharp defensive counterattack.

Wang Hao, who was wearing the No. 24 jersey, rushed over with the ball, and the others had no time to return to defense, and only Lao Xiong was in front of him.

"Big Bear!"

Xu Lei shouted excitedly in the back, and the eyes of the audience converged.

The old bear subconsciously wanted to shrink a little, gritted his teeth when he heard the shout, remembered the sentence "crime against the whole class", and still steadied himself.

The other party didn't know if he didn't grasp the distance when his physical strength was exhausted, or he didn't expect that the old bear didn't retreat, and he had already bumped into the old bear head-on as soon as he raised his hand.

At the last moment, his fingers brushed over the old bear's cheek.

The sharp nails cut through the old bear's skin, bringing a thin and long strip of flesh from his face, and red blood quickly oozed from the wound.

This change was unexpected by everyone, and they were stunned all of a sudden.

After all, the people on the field were the closest, and Xu Lei immediately pointed at Wang Hao and roared:

"What the are you doing?"

Wang Hao was also a little stunned, he spread his hands and defended: "I didn't mean to. ”

"You didn't mean it, why do you have such long fingernails when you're a baller?"

This guy is notoriously dirty for playing ball, Xu Lei has a preconceived impression of him, and of course he feels that he is a black hand at this time.

But this is not unreasonable, those who play often know where they are most likely to get hurt, and cutting their nails is the minimum.

The basketball that fell to the ground rolled to the side, and no one cared about it for the time being.

The players from both teams all came over, and Xu Lei had already grabbed Wang Hao's clothes, and it seemed to be an all-martial arts.

The young male teacher who was the temporary referee was dumbfounded, and didn't even think that he should blow the whistle to stop it.

The first person to react outside the court was Zhao Mingcheng, and he immediately ran in without caring about anything else:

"Don't do it! Don't do it! ”

grabbed the emotional Xu Lei, and he opened his hand to block in front of the other fourteen class boys.

After all, Lao Zhao is experienced and calm.

He first glanced at the wound on the old bear's face, although the bloody look was a little scary, but it should not be deep in the flesh.

A little relieved, he immediately took control of the situation: "Don't fight, otherwise it will become unreasonable." ”

He set the tone first, and then said to the referee: "You go and call Mr. Wu over, and he will be in charge of the competition." ”

Mr. Wu is the head coach of the school basketball team, and he is blowing another game not far away.

Many classmates ran over worriedly, he waved his hand to call the class leader Jiang Zixuan, and carefully instructed:

"I'll take Xiong Yucheng to the infirmary now, and I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to find Teacher Xiong first, do you know? Let him come to the infirmary......"

"Then you go to the office of the English teaching and research department to find Ms. Wang, the homeroom teacher of Class 9, and tell her about the situation just now."

"Ask her to call the student's parents, and come to the infirmary after the call, and what is his name......

"Wang Hao." Someone immediately reminded you.

Jiang Zixuan nodded to indicate that she remembered, and asked Lao Xiong again: "It doesn't matter what you want?" ”

The old bear grinned in pain, and reached out to touch it with all blood, but he still shook his head at Jiang Zixuan pretending to be a tough guy.

Zhao Mingcheng explained to Xu Lei again: "You are fully responsible for the competition, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, but safety first." ”

"No fighting!" Again, he emphasized.

Xu Lei is a reliable person, he was a little upset just now, but now he has calmed down.

He exhaled and nodded.

After Lao Zhao finished a few words, he grabbed Lao Xiong and left, while Jiang Zixuan trotted all the way in the direction of the administrative building.

Lin Yi watched Lao Xiong walk in the direction of the infirmary, and wanted to follow together, but Xu Lei grabbed his arm: "Don't go, the game is not over yet." ”

Lin Yi thought about it, and with Zhao Mingcheng here, there should be no problem.

I couldn't help myself with the past, and if it was serious, I had to send it to the hospital, so I simply stayed.

However, when he turned around, he happened to meet Qi Yiming's gaze on the other side.

Qi Yiming was stunned at first, then smiled crookedly with bad intentions, and then gestured with his hand to cut his throat.

Although Lao Xiong's injury was not directly related to him, thinking of his cruel words before the start of the game and his current contemptuous attitude, Lin Yi was already furious in his heart.

Damn, I'm too lazy to be knowledgeable with you, the tiger is not powerful, when I am a sick cat, I will help you increase your memory for your father today.

The victory in today's game belongs to the old bear.

I said it!

He stretched out his thumb to Qi Yiming, then flipped it over and said with his thumb down, lip syncing:

"-eater, you!"

Qi Yiming didn't understand what he said, but it didn't matter, his attitude was already clear.

He felt a little excited, and things got interesting.

Teacher Wu rushed over with a whistle, and he exchanged venues with the young male teacher, and he was responsible for blowing the "endgame".

It's very informal, and it's in a hurry.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he had already heard what had happened just now, and after coming over, he didn't ask anyone, and directly gave a punishment to Class Nine with a quick knife:

Physical foul, ejection.

Two free throws and one throw.

Mr. Wu is the most authoritative professional in basketball in the school, and no one has raised any objections.

In fact, the students were still immersed in confusion and did not react.

The No. 24 Wang Hao didn't blow up the stab, and walked down the field honestly.

At this time, everyone didn't expect that a short little boy popped out of the sideline team of Class 9, walked up to him, pointed at him and scolded him loudly:

"You don't deserve Kobe's clothes!"