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Song Nanyu and Wang Jing were also embarrassed on their faces, they didn't expect Liu Qingming to play so badly. Don't you go down if you play such a bad ball, what is this for?

Suddenly, Liu Qingming moved. I saw that Liu Qingming's dribbling speed suddenly accelerated, although compared to others, it was still not too fast. However, it was clear that he was moving. It's moving beyond the three-point line.

Zhang Jianhui hadn't reacted yet, but saw that Liu Qingming had moved outside the three-point line.

Seeing Liu Qingming jump up and throw the ball to the basket outside the three-point line, Zhang Jianhui also showed some disdain on his face. Can't even get lucky, this green hat still wants to shoot a three-point shot?

Even the other boys on the field thought the same thing.

Especially Liu Qingming's very non-standard pitching posture, which looks very funny, makes the boys on the court almost want to laugh.

Just listen to the sound of 'rubbing'.

The basketball thrown by Liu Qingming crossed a beautiful parabola, no more, no less, just right, hollow into the basket.

At the same time, there was another shrill referee's whistle. When Liu Qingming threw the ball just now, he walked with the ball again.

Liu Qingming shook his head slightly, showing some helplessness on his face. It's really depressing to do things that he is not good at, he is already very careful, but he didn't expect to forget about this stubble again.

Zhang Jianhui and the group of students were stunned, not because Liu Qingming walked with the ball again. This kind of thing was expected by them. It's just that what they didn't expect was that Liu Qingming actually threw the ball in. It doesn't matter, though. On the pitch, such coincidences are not uncommon. Sometimes, people who don't know basketball at all can hit one or two balls.

"Xiao Jing, look, Qingming has scored a goal...... Song Nanyu said to Wang Jing with a little excitement.

"My sister, walk with the ball...... Wang Jing's face rose black lines.

"Huh?" Song Nanyu showed some embarrassment on his face, paused and said, "No matter what, it's finally a goal, come, let's cheer him on......"

......

Li Siyue saw Liu Qingming score the goal, and her eyes just showed some surprise, and then she heard the whistle, but she couldn't help but be discouraged again. She was also depressed, and I have to say that their little teacher Liu is really a big wonder.

"Such a good opportunity, he actually walked with the ball, alas......" Chen Yi said weakly as he sat on the steps.

"Forget it, wait to lose"

Several other cheerleading girls also sat down.

Zhao Shuai, they also had a look of regret. However, they didn't think about it that much. Whether Liu Qingming fouled or whatever, it was all in their expectations. Like Zhang Jianhui and them, Liu Qingming actually threw the ball in. It was a big surprise. They didn't have anything else to think about except for the three-point shot.

The competition quickly entered the fierce competition again.

After the sophomore class got the ball, he didn't make a shot when he shot it. A boy in the seventh class of the third year of high school got the ball, and he wanted to attack, but he was defended by the opponent. He was ready to pass the ball, and most of the seventh class in the third year of high school was also entangled by the other party.

Only Liu Qingming was dangling alone, and no one paid attention to him.

The boy quickly passed the ball to Liu Qingming, and then ran towards Liu Qingming frantically. What he meant was that Liu Qingming would pass the ball to him after receiving it, so that he would have a chance to break through the opponent's defense.

But after Liu Qingming got the ball, he didn't pass it to the boy at all. Instead, he slowly dribbled the ball and walked towards the three-point line.

The boys in the seventh class of the third year of high school kept shouting at Liu Qingming and asked him to pass the ball. After all, they finally got the ball. If Liu Qingming walks with the ball again, he will be finished again.

But Liu Qingming ignored them this time. Because, he can see clearly, the boys in their class have been completely entangled to death by the second class of the third year of high school. It's useless for him to pass the ball, it's better for him to pitch it himself.

Zhang Jianhui ran to Liu Qingming to stop Liu Qingming, he wanted to snatch the ball in Liu Qingming's hand. However, no matter what, he couldn't touch the ball. Although Liu Qingming's ball was dribbled very slowly, but somehow, Zhang Jianhui just couldn't touch the ball. Every time, it's just a little bit worse. Zhang Jianhui could almost feel that his fingers were about to touch the ball, but he was moved a little bit by Liu Qingming.

Zhang Jianhui felt that he might be too big. After all, the lion fights the rabbit, and you need to do your best.

However, what Zhang Jianhui didn't expect was that he even used his strength to feed, but he still couldn't even touch the ball.

The boys in the third and second classes of high school next to him were also a little confused, and the level of this teacher Liu was obvious to all. It's a rookie who has never been exposed to basketball at all. However, what is the matter with their little teacher Zhang?

Could it be that their teacher Zhang is more delicious than Teacher Liu?

Now the situation on the field is obvious, Liu Qingming slowly dribbles the ball forward, leisurely like shopping on the street. And their little teacher Zhang is jumping around, jumping up and down, like a monkey. However, I couldn't even touch the edge of the ball. On several occasions, their little teacher Zhang almost slipped because of too much force.

The eyes of the students on the steps around them were also a little surprised.

The scene at this time seems both comical and eerie.

Just as Zhang Jianhui jumped up and down, Liu Qingming had already moved outside the three-point line. I saw Liu Qingming jumping up, and the basketball in his hand was thrown to the basket again.

Zhang Jianhui also stopped moving, and in just a short moment, he was already sweating profusely.

Whether it was the people in the seventh class of the third year of high school, or the people in the second class of the third year of high school, they all ran desperately to the basket. Everybody's ready to grab this rebound.

There was another 'rub' and waiting, and it was still as beautiful as the hollow basket just now.

The boys in the two classes on the field had some oddity on their faces. Is it still a coincidence? This little teacher Liu is too lucky, right?

Many people also looked at the referee, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle and shout to walk with the ball. But after waiting for a long time, the referee didn't react at all. It was a puzzled look on the referee's face.

A large group of people are also puzzled, didn't they just walk with the ball?

Zhang Jianhui had a feeling of seeing a ghost, what happened just now, why couldn't he grab the ball. How could he not have grabbed the ball? No matter how much he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

"Siyue, look, look at ......" Chen Yi shook Li Siyue's arm and said to her.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it, don't let me watch it......"

Li Siyue had already taken out the textbook, closed her eyes there, and silently memorized the English words. She couldn't bear to look at it anymore, she really felt a little sorry for their little Teacher Liu.