Chapter 83: accurate

"Rely, play now, play now! Lose me, call your father!"
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"
"Forget it!"
"Keep the body! Take care!"
Zheng Matt screamed and clawed. The boys stopped him from the top, bottom, left and right directions, and dragged the man back. It took a lot of effort to get him back to the court.
Regardless of how Zheng Matt yelled, the ambiguity remained consistently calm, and the boys’ eyes were clear, and they did not feel that there was anything wrong with what they said.
Lin Xiangxi remembered that the answer to the "I" word, and the current "you can't beat me", know that he is actually answering questions very seriously.
"Yes is" "No, it is not", this is what it is. It’s just that he is serious, and ordinary people probably have a hard time agreeing.
The game started soon, and Zheng Tianming went back to play with enthusiasm. But he had just had such a trouble, and the back of the originally tight stand was once again bustling, and he was in the small gossip center.
Their class boys and girls whispered, and asked what happened just now. How did the transfer students get into trouble? Even in the 1st class, some people are asking Zheng Tianming who to fight?
Among all the students who noticed the scene, the first class deputy captain Hana’s classmates reacted the most. The Hanamaki was set in the spot and looked at the stands in the distance, thinking that he was blind. After a while, he made two steps and made two steps. He rushed to his class stand and grabbed Lu Zhihao and shouted: "Come tell me, I am blind!"
"abandon..."
Lu Zhihao is carrying out the words, taking time out of the opposite side of the stands and continuing to bow: "taste."
At a certain moment, Lu Zhihao suddenly stopped, and he suddenly looked up and looked at the opposite side, revealing a look of "I am not dreaming."
They were watching the 13th class at the same time, where they were sitting in a gray sweater.
The boys' skin is very white, a little thin, not wearing uniform uniforms, so it is conspicuous, and the reason why they feel "worry" is because Lin Chaoxi is sitting next to the boys.
Although the two are separated by two meters, there is no communication at all, but...
"I... I think you may be blind." Lu Zhihao swallowed.
"Rely!" The flower slammed and leaped down to the stand and rushed to the opposite side.

After Zheng Tianming’s fuss, the 13 classes of stands were again commotion.
Class 1 main class and school grass-level figure Hanhuan students traversed the entire course and stood in front of their classmates, who owe themselves millions of dollars.
Han Huan’s face was blue and green, but he slowly raised his hand. He not only looked as usual, but also naturally said hello. He said,
I haven’t seen you for a long time.

Hanamaki: ...
"I haven't seen your sister for a long time!" Hana took a look at her face. "There is no us in the eye, why don't you come back!"
Lin Xiangxi nodded like a garlic, watching the flower roll shocked, she felt that his reaction was very proud.
Hana suddenly squinted at her: "And you, why don't you tell us, you traitor!"
Lin Zhaoxi raised his hand in the distance: "I am very stunned, and I am very shocked. I only saw him in class this morning."
Hanamaki: "Why are you sitting so far?"
Lin Xiangxi thought that you really did not open the pot. I spent a long time and couldn’t think of a good reason. I can only admit: "I am shy..."
The flower roll is speechless and turns to look at it, meaning how you sit so far.
I thought about it and finally calmly replied: "Me too."
Xia Feng sent a clear and calm voice to the boys, and Lin dynasty did not come to blush.
You are not necessary, you are so serious at this time...

The flower roll came, and Lu Zhihao, who was on the opposite side of the stand, stood up. He held the word book and dragged it over with heavy and unbelievable steps.
Not only is Lu Zhihao unbelievable, but the 13 classes of students are also the same, because this is already the third person to come to their class to transfer students trouble. When Lu Zhihao stepped into the stands, it made the 13 class students stunned. The famous class student Zhang Liang also stepped down from the stands.
At that time, the referee had already entered the game and the game was about to begin. Zhang Liang did not care that the referee blew his whistle. His face was gloomy and traversed the entire venue. He followed Lu Zhihao's path to their grandstand and walked to the front.
This is the fourth.
Not only Zhang Liang, Wang Feng and Lu Ming of the opposite class also wanted to come over, but the referee finally decided to maintain order and stop them.
Lin Zhaoxi looked at the three students in front of the class, this feeling of worshipping the mountain is what is going on.
"Are you back?" Zhang Liang opened his mouth coldly.
"Ok."

Why did you go to the garbage class and have not pursued it?

"Temporarily assigned to this place, said that after two weeks is the placement test."
"Oh, specifically mention the placement test, are you provoking me?"
Oh: "No."
"Do you say that you are still trying to finish our Zhongming class?"
Lin dynasty couldn't stand the two words in the middle of the day, interrupting him: "There is still no effort, just take the option."
"You want to test too?" Zhang Liang sneered, "Don't dream."
Zhang Liang said that after turning around, it was very cool. However, Lin’s understanding of him, this is the forced restraint after the excitement, referred to as the performance.
Sure enough, after going down two steps, Zhang Liang suddenly turned back and frowned. "You are in class 13, you have not participated in the number of opportunities. This year, the garbage class is not eligible to participate in the selection test."
He sat quietly listening and didn't respond.
"Can't you understand people?" Zhang Liang frowned. "Go to the teacher and fight for it!"

In this time of the wave of people worshipping the hills, the game has already begun, and their class is 0:2 behind.
Zheng Matt waved his youth on the court. After two rounds, he scored 4:2.
After the flower roll finished greeting, the next game, Zhang Liang bypassed the majority of the stadium, returned to his class position, and Lu Zhihao was greatly embarrassed, sitting in the last row of their class stand, did not regard themselves as outsiders.
I haven't seen each other for three years, and even the best friends will be unfamiliar, but Lu Zhihao is honest and straightforward, and his style of speaking is the same. Instead, the distance between them is very close.

It’s hard to call a multinational phone to tell us to come back?
Lu Zhihao complained.
"There is a sudden return, I did not expect it before."
"Is the grandfather's body still okay?" Lu Zhihao was nervous.
"It's still stable."
"That's good." Lu Zhihao sighed, but thought of something, "How can you come back?"
"Use a little."
"any solution?"
Hearing the words, he first looked at her and said: "Rebellious."
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Lu Zhihao knows that it is inconvenient to say that he will not lie to them, so he will stop. He turned to the topic, "What are you going to do next, and take our class after two weeks?"
"I haven't read the book yet, I don't know the difficulty, I'm not sure if I can get it."
It’s not only Lu Zhihao, but also Lin’s grief:
You see a ghost!

They yelled at him in unison.
I am helpless, and I am really serious about telling the truth.
"No explanation." Lin Chaoxi and Lu Zhihao stopped him again.
He shook his head and paused, then asked: "What is going on in the selection?"
Surrounded by the sound of "squeaky", the supporters were connected in the stands, and the stadium was noisy. They were very quiet here.
Lu Zhihao briefly introduced the rules of the junior high school mathematics league.
The number of competitions is mainly based on school registration and training institutions. Ma Pingping, the mathematics leader of their grade, is more snobbish and does not like slow class students. Therefore, she does not give other classes this time. The recommended places for junior high school will only be 1, 2 Two Zhongming class students came out.
"If it doesn't work, ask someone to look for a training institution. If your family doesn't agree, let me ask my mom." Lu Zhihao said finally.
After a moment of contemplation, I did not agree, but turned to ask her: "What about Master?"
Lin Xiangxi thinks that you actually know that your master is doing a cram school, but she still shakes her head: "His class is not formal, just make up the lessons for the children of the welfare home, and teach the familiar children by the way."
Yan’s nod to express understanding, and Lin’s accident was that she even asked her:
What do you think?

What you think is of course, you think that we are now 13 classes, how can we participate?
Lu Zhihao gave a face and did not dismantle the truth that her current performance was very bad. Lin Zhaoxi turned to the opposite side of the stand. She looked at the class and said, "I feel that it is not good enough to go from the training institution."
"Then we think of it ourselves." Yan Zhi said to Lu Zhihao.

During the time they were sitting and chatting, the scores on the court alternated. There was a lot of gunpowder on the field, and there were countless small disputes.
One class was completely closed to the man, and in just two games, the Hanamaki was already panting. Their class was under the leadership of Zheng Tianming, and now the score is 57:59, they are two points ahead of class.
Zheng Tianming passed the ball and was hit by a team member. At the time, they were near the scoreboard. Zheng Tianming was hit by a short distance and squatted directly on the table. The scoreboard and the small table were directly knocked over.
"Ah!" The horror of the whole scene was ringing.
The table and chairs fell over and Zheng Tianming landed heavily and did not move for a while.
The other team members hurryed around and a group of people shouted for a long time, and Zheng Matt’s classmates barely stood up. His knees and arms wiped out a boutonic wound, bloody: "Do you is not intentional, stupid!"
The first thing he stood up was to take the neck of a class squad Chen Chu and push people to the basketball frame: "Do you deliberately, is it so dirty to play?"
"Sorry, I just really slipped my feet." Chen Chu said very gently.
Chen Chuyue is like nothing, Zheng Tianming is more angry, he looks at him, his fist is going to swear, the referee and the next teacher hurriedly persuaded, and took some effort to separate the two sides.
Zheng Tianming panted and sat on the sidelines, and the class members rushed to help him deal with the wound urgently. But just sat down, he picked it up again, and remembered the score: "Teacher, the score is wrong, we clearly lead 3 points, how is 57:59!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was quiet.
The teacher in charge of the flop score looked at the scoreboard with suspicion and then subconsciously confirmed to the surrounding players.
"I remember very clearly that the score is 57:59." Class 1 students said.
"No, we clearly lead you three points, I always remember this!" Zheng Tianming shouted with certainty.
Lin Chou frowned. She didn't pay attention to the score when she was chatting, but the scoreboard before Zheng Matt was knocked over was indeed 57:59.
The biggest reaction is definitely the 1st class player: "Is there such a thing to play with you? You said that you have three points for three points. You just got this score before you fell!"
"Yeah, I seem to remember this..."
More than one class, the confusion sounded in their class, although the voice is small, but everyone sees Zheng Tianming's eyes are uncertain.
When I heard my captain say so, what did the 13 players think: "Is the score not right?"
"Seems?"
"Yeah, it used to be 46:49"
"Get out of the way, there is no such score!"
"Do you have such a slap in the face, obviously there is, not before the wrestling, before the teacher turned over the wrong!"
As a result, other players are also thinking of something.
"It seems like I just blown up, turned the scoreboard?"
"I remember that there was a free throw."
"No, is it like that we have fouled a class in our class just now, and the teacher has turned over one class?"
There are many different opinions inside and outside the stadium.
No one knows how this can happen?
It may be that the field was too messy at the time, or there was no problem at the time of the score. Anyway, this happened.
The players on both sides of the field are getting closer and closer. Originally, the game was full of gunpowder. Now it is even worse. The two sides push each other and no one wants to let them.
The Hanamaki did not participate in the battle. In this gap, he took a water bottle and sat down beside them. Even sitting in the enemy camp, he is very calm, and there is no way for him to take him in the evening.
"The score seems to be a problem, and it’s right to say it." After drinking a swig of water, the flower roll was very tired and surely said, "But it’s a fool to force you to fight but you have to come back."
Lin Zhaoxi looked at the scoreboard that was in dispute. Zheng Matt jumped in front of the teacher. His face was red, but he couldn’t tell where the problem was.
Chen Chu, the captain of class 1, has been listening quietly. It seems to be very graceful. At some point when he wants to fight, he suddenly shouted: "Everyone calms down first, and our class has retired a bit."
His prestige is very high, and the first class players are sure to retreat.
Chen Chu looked at Zheng Matt, a little helpless: "I don't seem to be able to say anything?"
"Rely, obviously you are playing!"
"We will first determine one thing." Chen Chu said, "Where are you going to beat this table, what is the score? I hope that Zheng will speak with conscience."
Zheng Matt’s face was red, but the child was a child after all. He was so excited. Although he was reluctant, he said very honestly:
It was 57:59 before the fall... but it must have been wrong before! He added the second half of the sentence immediately.
"But when you made a mistake, why didn't you say it?" Chen Chu asked.
Zheng Matt’s classmate was speechless and his expression was very tangled. Because of wrestling, his face was broken, the toothpick poked again, and his ears were broken. He looked very pitiful, but he was extremely persistent.
Lin did not watch the game, but I could see Zheng Ma Te’s expression. She thought he was right. As can be seen from the expression, the 1st class knows that the score is a problem, but it is deliberately arrogant.
"This delay, the game will definitely not finish." Class 1 squad Chen Chu said very much, "I really can't, you have to think that the teacher made the wrong score, we will let another point."
"Who the wants you to let!" Zheng Matt shouted.
"It’s a free throw for a while, and it’s windy for a while. You can’t say for yourself, when is the problem,
Chen Chu said with a smile.
If we can be smart, remember better, just fine.

This is a very humiliating meaning, and it is even more uncomfortable to match Chen Chu’s high expression.
"Just... is..." Zheng Matt’s eyes are already red, and he is desperately trying to remember, but he can’t remember it.
"Just count you more."
"Continue to play?"
The referee and the teacher who watched the battle began to persuade him, but Zheng Matt did not let go. Lin Xixi understands him very well. He doesn't care about that point, not even winning or losing. What he wants is the fact.
Although she does not like this child, she agrees with this kind of stubbornness.
How to prove?
Lin Zhaoxi thought of this, suddenly felt that she was stupid, she turned her head and looked at it, and asked: "Do you remember?"