Chapter 63: snowman

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When Zhang Xiaoke scratched his head and scratched his head.
A bleak figure blew through.
The warm scene suddenly caught a layer of frost.
Jiang Qinghua floated on the podium like a wandering soul and picked up the wiper.
Wipe the blackboard weakly.
In the desolation, the chalk foam drifted down.
It's snowing.
And he is the snowman. .
This bleak, some people look in the eyes.
Zhang Yue went through two or three steps, grabbed the wiper, and wiped the blackboard seriously.
"Leave me alone..." Jiang Qinghua sighed.
"Isn't it a penalty to wipe the blackboard? There is nothing to be depressed about," Zhang Yue turned his head and scolded. "At noon basketball, we are all waiting for you to play."
Jiang Qinghua looked shocked.
The two days of combat were too intensive.
I almost forgot this.
Basketball game.
It's a fight between men.
There will be no trouble with Qiao Bixia, nor will there be interference from Lin Yuejing.
What's more, this time the opponent's second class is the enemy of this class.
Last year, they lost to them and stopped in the quarterfinals.
Today is the time of shame.
Thinking about it, Jiang Qinghua unconsciously glanced at Lin Yuejing who was blowing his nose.
Every time I play with you, I am inexplicably out of order.
It's time for you to see, I'm really full of firepower.
High school basketball game.
It is my hometown of Jiang Qinghua.
It's where men turn over.
Take a step back and say, even if Lin Yuejing doesn't come to watch.
Girls from high school to high school will come here.
Lose you.
Won the world.
Not bad.
Jiang Qinghua immediately renewed his enthusiasm, grabbed the wiper, and wiped it vigorously: "Don't interfere with men's affairs."
Zhang Yue instantly fascinated.
That handsome Jiang, he is back.
"Eh, I think they are quite decent." Zhang Xiaoke put away 300 selected questions while watching the drama. "It is said that the monitor is good at playing basketball. Should our class win?"
"Last year lost, not necessarily this year." Li Zheng also subconsciously moved his wrist, "Everyone is making progress."
"Hehe." Zhang Xiaoke laughed and scolded as he looked at him. "What are you doing, can you still play?"
"The whole game is difficult, and half of the effort is almost the same." Li Zheng nodded.
"Can't stand you." Zhang Xiaoke smirked. "Relax, if I cheer, I will win this year. You can help me out to buy a bottle of beverage at noon. I can be more energetic when I call for cheer."
"It's you who should buy Red Bull for me." Li Zhengxun thought, "The school shouldn't have a urine test, take a drink."
"Ha ha."
"I am serious."
"Good, I will buy it." Zhang Xiaoke hummed, "But when I said uglyly, I didn't give it in vain. If you didn't get on the court, you didn't get a ten or twenty, what should you do?"
Zhang Xiaoke thought very clearly.
impossible.
Sports is Li Zheng's dead door.
Will this kind of person be the main force?
Killing is also impossible.
Li Zheng looked at Zhang Xiaoke's provocation and suffocated: "Are you coming again?"
"It's you, only changed the shape, don't be so inflated." Zhang Xiaoke raised his hand, "If you can't meet the conditions, buy me a nutrition express every day in the future."
"Teacher Tang just said not to do this."
"No more than three people."
"Hey, okay, since you have delivered it to your mouth," Li Zheng said with a cheek. "It's just... for a while, I really can't think of any value for your use."
"Don't you, my personal relationship is all over the city's high schools." Zhang Xiaoke waved his hand, "then save it first, and think about it again."
"Alright." Li Zheng said, "Previously, in a high school basketball game, the average unilateral score was about 35 points. Can I win if I only score 12 points?"
Zhang Xiaoke looked at him like a panic: "Ten... sixteen..."
"fourteen."
"it is good!"
The two heads are tilted, and no one cares.
"Aqiu!!" Lin Yuejing's symptoms continued.
...
Tang Zhifei emerged from the door while the bell rang during the last get out of class in the morning.
"The basketball game starts at 12:40."
"The teacher prepared snacks for drinks."
"Everyone will go."
"The main thing is to go to dinner."
"Liu Xin, don't eat too much!"
The students hurried Wuyang Wuyang rushed out of the classroom.
Li Zheng is also anxious.
It's best to start after half an hour after eating.
Time is too tight.
Like last year, the school basketball game takes place at noon and lunch break.
Among them, the second year of high school is arranged this week.
The format of the competition is a knockout. Counting two liberal arts classes, there are a total of eight teams. According to Lin Yuejing's speed algorithm, he has to play seven games.
The match is determined by the draw.
On Monday and Tuesday, play at the same time at noon every day to decide the semifinals.
On Wednesday, the two semi-finals also took place at the same time, and the duo were decided.
Thursday, the finals.
Today's opponent is the same as last year's second class.
Last year lost 28 to 31.
Among them, Jiang Qinghua scored 22 points alone.
Today, it is time to be ashamed.
Of course, for Li Zheng, vitality is more important.
He will decide whether to unlock the "Unparalleled" seal based on the number of sisters watching.
Once the seal is unlocked, it will enter an infinite recovery state for 15 minutes.
Harvesting dozens of hours is certain.
But challenging 100 is still very difficult.
...
12:20.
The main players of Class 4 and Class 2 have already arrived at the basketball court.
Looking across the field, staring at each other.
Unlike the fourth class Jiang Qinghua, the second class is relatively average.
The only thing that stands out is their captain, a tall power forward.
In basketball, he is comparable to Jiang Qinghua.
In learning, he is even more inseparable from Liu Xin.
He is the big man who is missing two exams in the monthly exam and is always on the verge of dissuasion-Ling Shijie.
It is different from Jiang Qinghua's handsome man who is full of sunshine and occasionally cold.
His face was filled with the words "Ruff".
The hair is slightly longer, and a small curl is permed, which is said to be a self-winding curl.
There is no doubt that he is the kind of person that Li Zheng can never get closer to within 20 meters.
He is also the kind of person that Li Zheng imagined, who would eventually become a degenerate mission.
Ling Shijie squatted in front of the battlefield, arms folded to his knees, squinting at the opposite side.
Teammates naturally stood behind him, quite a kind of momentum between the big brother and the younger brother.
"Hum."
Ling Shijie glanced at the warm-up team of the fourth shift.
"The fourth class is the most garbage except for the liberal arts class."
"There is a tactic for this group of pressure-pass the ball to Jiang Qinghua."
"Jiang Qinghua can indeed."
"I also want to him too long ago."
He said, spitting foam, and turned back to a dark, inch-headed man, said: "Jiang Qinghua handed it to you, no problem, soft mud monster?"
The inch-sized boy said nothing, and nodded steadily.
He looks stupid as a whole, quite a bit like the movie character "Xu Sanduo".
Of course, his nickname is not in vain.
In fact, his strength is extremely terrible, less than a year after playing, but has become the main force of the class.
Unlike other players, his offensive ability is 0, and all his energy is only used for defense.
A person, once marked by him.
Regardless of whether you touch the ball, no matter where you are, no matter who attacks and defends.
He will be 100% sticky and close to his body, as disgusting as a super sticky nose that can't be shaken off.
So named-the slime monster.
With such a mark, almost every time, his opponent will be crushed psychologically. While trying to get rid of him, he will swear and even fight.
After all, everyone is here to play basketball.
Only he is very excited, and seems to stick to a person to abolish him, it will make him happy.
Last year, when he was in the first grade basketball game, he hadn't gone out yet, and the second class had already won.
Now, the second-class boys feel even more victorious.