Chapter 751: Shame

"One, two, three!" More people joined the slogan.
at last!
Liu Dongyu couldn't hold on, the center of gravity was pulled forward, and the whole person fell to the ground unexpectedly. However, due to the effect of inertia, the people in front stepped on the back of Liu Dongyu who was in the front one after another.
"what--"
With a muffled hum, the first person to rush up turned out to be Meng Xiaonan.
"Hey—Liu Dongyu! Are you still alive!" Meng Xiaonan slapped his face while shouting his name.
The audience fell into a weird silence just now.
"Don't shoot!" Liu Dongyu opened his eyes and said with a half smile: "You shot to death if you didn't die."
"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and carry it to the infirmary!" Han Qilu dropped the rope and walked to Liu Dongyu's side and asked about his injury.
Everyone at the scene recovered at this time. The teachers contacted the infirmary, and soon the infirmary carried the stretcher over.
"Let me go and take a look, you guys don't follow, you have to continue the competition." Meng Xiaonan put down this sentence and rushed away from here with the stretcher.
An Chuxia wanted to follow Liu Dongyu, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to stay. She followed, Liu Dongyu might not be happy...
Although it seemed a bit sorry for Xiao Mingluo to do this, it was the only thing she could do for Liu Dongyu.
As for Xiao Mingluo, looking at the direction where Meng Xiaonan was leaving, his eyebrows suddenly became a "Chuan" character, which seemed to be very tangled.
Although they won this round, no one smiled. Even the most popular female fans at the time also reduced their smiles, while Liu Dongyu's fans all went to the infirmary.
The whistle sounded again. After the teacher announced the victory, he emphasized the safety issue. He even called several doctors in the infirmary to wait here to avoid accidents.
"What are you in a daze!" Han Qilu slapped Xiao Mingluo's shoulder with a palm.
Xiao Mingluo immediately returned to his senses and looked back at Han Qilu and said in a low voice, "Am I too scumbag?"
"Oh?" Han Qilu condensed his eyebrows, and said playfully, "You only found out that you are a scumbag now?"
Xiao Mingluo's expression froze, and then he glared at Han Qilu, then lowered his voice and said, "I was a little bit jealous of Liu Dongyu. I must be crazy, I must be crazy."
He said reproachfully, Han Qilu shrugged, and then he said: "It's crazy. But... if I were you, I would be more radical than you."
"Right?" Xiao Mingluo said, shaking his head, and walked to the place where the lottery was drawn.
As soon as he walked on his front foot, Han Qilu walked up to An Chuxia on his back foot, took her shoulders to her ear and asked in a low voice: "Liu Dongyu likes Jiangnan things, how many people know?"
The expression on An Chuxia's face froze, but soon returned to normal: "There is no one else."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qilu stood up straight, glanced at the direction Liu Dongyu was being carried away, and said softly: "Then don't let the third person know, forever."
In this way, it is good for everyone.
An Chuxia was silent for a while, did not answer, but nodded.
She knew that Liu Dongyu did not want to let the third person know.
At the beginning of a new round of competition, Han Qilu and Xiao Mingluo's class defeated the opposing team almost without any suspense, all the way to the final round.
The one who can fight to the final round is not the one who eats dry food. The class of Han Qilu won in the first round, but lost in the second round.
"Which side will win? I really hope Master Qilu will win, but I also hope that my class will win." A girl from the opposing class said entangledly, attracting the contempt of the people around.
Philia sneaked up to An Chuxia at some point and asked vaguely while chewing on Snickers: "Chuxia, do you think Master Qilu can win?"
"I don't know." An Chuxia shook his head decisively.
Almost all the opposing teams are big guys, and even the members of the basketball club who receive devil training every day are very suspicious of them.
"Okay." At this moment, the referee walked to the middle of the red cloth strip and held the rope tightly with his hands. The two sides were already fighting secretly, and they began to exert force before they said anything.
The referee had to wave his hand to let both sides release the rope first.
An Chuxia also looked at Han Qilu nervously. She was really more entangled in her heart than the girl just now. On the one hand, she hoped that Han Qilu would win, and on the other hand, she didn't want him to win.
This kind of psychology, let alone how tangled it is!
"Hold on after the whistle sounded." After the referee said this, everyone posed again and tightened the rope in their hands.
The moment the referee put his hand on the red cloth strip again, Han Qilu suddenly let go of the rope under the eyes of everyone.
When everyone was puzzled, he lifted his chin and said arrogantly to the opposite team: "You fat guys, listen, if you dare to win this round, Han Qilu, I will ask you for tea later!"
After finishing speaking, he ignored everyone's gaze, took the rope again, and said to the referee: "It's time to start."
Threat! This is obviously a threat!
It's impossible!
Using this idiom to describe Han Qilu seems to be not enough.
"Wow! Master Qilu is so domineering!" "Master Qilu is so handsome!"
The female fans began to booze frantically. Just when An Chuxia thought that the other team was going to be violent, the leader of the other party unexpectedly laughed and said, "We just want to win and we don't have that ability!"
In a word, boos all around.
She was so compromised...An Chuxia was so shocked that her jaw was about to fall to the ground.
The whistle sounded, and the rope was still wobbly at first, but in the end, Han Qilu's team suddenly exerted their strength, and the red cloth strips kept them in a certain direction.
"Qu" There was another whistle, Han Qilu's team won, and everyone cheered.
The referee announced the final result, but Han Qilu went straight to her and looked at her with his lips pressed, with a smug smile in his eyes: "I won."
With all eyes in full view, she curled her lips and spit out four words: "Victory is not martial."
She was the only one who dared to say this in the public.
"What victory is not martial..." Han Qilu took a few deep breaths before calming himself down: "The fat guys didn't let us at all? An Chuxia, you want to bet and lose!"
An Chuxia looked at Han Qilu's eyes, it was difficult to tell the authenticity.
But speaking of it, if the tug-of-war really depends on strength, Han Qilu's team will not necessarily lose.
But how can she admit it? If you admit it, it means you have to take the initiative to kiss him every day! This is too shameful, right? !