As the referee's whistle blew, the game came to a moment's pause.

Song Yi and the others also saw Yang Xiuwen, and they surrounded him sweating profusely.

took the towel handed by Shan Xiaodan and a few people, wiped it indiscriminately, and complained to him for a while, "Third child, you still know how to fucking come back." Brothers, for you, your life is almost gone! ”

Yang Xiuwen stopped Wang Li's intention to pick up his pants, and asked confusedly, "Boss, what are you talking about?" What for me? ”

Hu Yuan took the herbal tea handed by his classmates, poured it violently, wiped his mouth and explained, "Your daughter-in-law is remembered, and my brothers wanted to be angry for you, but the present world is too cruel, and we are angry!" ”

Zhang Jun held his head and twisted it to the side, "See, that big donkey, he always goes to Xiaotong when he has something to do, saying that he is discussing poetry and prose, but is there anything to discuss with flowers?"

Sun Qian said that Xiaotong ignored him at all, but he was still cheeky.

Look, he's winking at Xiaotong again. ”

Yang Xiuwen looked up, Li Xiaotong, Sun Qian, Yu Xiaofei, and Zhao Li looked at them in the corner of the court.

There was even one more in the crowd, Feng Min! Why is she here?

It seems that they seem to have a very close relationship, and they talk and laugh.

Li Xiaotong had already seen him, his face was very excited, as if he was going to call him, as if he remembered something.

She glared at him from afar, muttering.

Fixedly focused, he heard "Xiuwen, you're back." Hum! Big badass, nymph! ”

Yang Xiuwen looked puzzled, what do you mean? Could it be that Feng Min told her something, but he and Feng Min didn't, nothing, right?

Feng Min made a gesture at him from afar, OK. What's OK?

The referee on the pitch began to urge at this point.

Hu Yuan was replaced by him, and Wang Li put on a white vest over the T-shirt, and the big 3 characters on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

Multi-pocket pants, hiking boots.

Looking at his dress, he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. IS THIS PLAYING COOSPLAY, PERFORMANCE ART?

As soon as he came back, Song Yi and the others naturally took him as the leader and came to the center of the court half-pushing and half-pulling.

After a brief understanding, the opponent of the Department of Archaeology is the Department of Literature of the same year.

At this time, the donkey man Zhang Jun said came to Yang Xiuwen.

He is very tall, about 1.85 meters, fine, split-headed, very white skin, and quite energetic.

Wearing a yellow Liu Ning brand sports vest, shorts, and a pair of red and white endurance sneakers on his feet.

It seems that the family is in a good situation.

looked at him condescendingly, "You are Yang Xiuwen, you have a good skin, no wonder Xiaotong doesn't accept me."

Boy, let's make a bet, how about betting on Xiaotong?

From now on, if you score another 10 goals, I lose.

On the contrary, when you leave Xiaotong, she needs someone she can rely on, not a silver-like wax gun head, which is useless! “

Song Yi, Zhang Jun raised his fist and was about to rush up, but was stopped by Yang Xiuwen.

He looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth went up.

I think I mentioned it when I heard Wu Qilong's "storytelling", Yang Xiuwen's expression when facing human traffickers. Song and Zhang knew that he was angry.

"Big donkey, what's your name?" Yang Xiuwen asked.

"You! Hum! My name is Qiu Chuhao, what do you want to do," the boy said.

Yang Xiuwen shook his head, "It's nothing, I just want to ask, I seriously suspect now that you entered the Department of Literature through connections."

Because those who do learning, write poems, and write articles must first respect all things in the world and pay attention to emotions in order to create masterpieces that are touching and resonant.

How can it be so naïve that you don't even understand the most basic emotional respect.

Xiaotong is a human being, a living, flesh-and-blood person, with feelings.

It's not an object.

But if you have a shred of respect, you shouldn't bet on her.

Good! Since you want to gamble, I will accompany you, and the bet will be changed.

From now on, just let you score a goal and I lose.

The last time I saw you, I bent over my knees and took a detour. But if you want to lose, you must go and apologize to Xiaotong, and shout three more times on the spot - I am a bad seed! How, dare? “

Song Yi and the others were in a hurry, and just as they wanted to speak, they were stopped by him waving his hand.

said, "Boss, He Jun, don't ask, believe me!" ”

When Qiu Chuhao heard this, he was very happy.

I guessed in my heart that this kid was either mentally retarded or arrogant.

Now the situation is that the winner is decided, and scoring a goal is not a matter of hand.

Immediately agreed, "Okay!" All those present testify that you can't be fooled then! ”

Yang Xiuwen ignored him, turned back to Song Yi and the others and said, "He Jun, the boss is the avant-garde, pass it to me when you get the ball."

Second, Xiao Kai, you are the central defender, and you will pass the ball to me when you get it.

I'm the defender, and today I'm going to show you what it means to stand up and win! Get ready! “

After more than a year of getting along, the students of the Department of Archaeology have a blind trust in Yang Xiuwen, as long as he says yes, then it will definitely do!

The referee's whistle remembers that the game resumes again, and the losing side serves.

Yang Xiuwen stood under the basket, holding the ball with one hand, tossed it, patted it again, raised his eyes and visually measured the distance of the opposite rebound.

Then he raised his hand, and the basketball in his hand spun and flew out.

"Bang bore, bang!" The whole court shot from a distance and went in.

The whole stadium was silent in an instant, everyone looked at each other, what did we see? Ultra-long-range shot, also hit.

As the referee shouted "Goal valid, three points." ”

The scene exploded, and the students of the Department of Archaeology jumped up from the steps by the court.

Shouting "Yes! Squad leader, good job! Squad leader, squad leader, squad ... ”

There were also a few girls in the cheering group of the literature department, and at this time they began to look at him frequently, exchanging heads, "Who is that boy?" It looks pretty handsome, why didn't I find it before! “

"You didn't hear, they all called him squad leader!"

"I used to think Qiu Chuhao was very handsome, but now that I see him, I know that goods have to be thrown away, and people have to die compared to people!"

"Be quiet, don't let them hear it, Qiu Chuhao is as bad as you said, it's okay."

When they spoke, their voices were not small, and Yang Xiuwen could hear them, not to mention Qiu Chuhao.

He had a dark face at this time, staring at Yang Xiuwen, "Don't be complacent, it's just a blind cat that meets a dead mouse, let's see!" “