Chapter 114

In essence, Qiao Nan and Qin Qing are people of the same character. They like quiet and hate sweaty outdoor sports. To put it bluntly, they have a burden of literature and art.

Yu Yang is naturally active. He has to encourage his good brother to do anything. Qiao Nan is used to cleaning up his mess. It's a satisfactory thing to be injured on duty and leave office at the moment.

Qin Qing pulled the corners of her mouth and sat down. She changed her tricks and played with the water bottle in her hand. She said calmly, "it's a VIP seat to watch the game here."

The implication is that she not only doesn't play, but also acts as an audience in the waiting area.

Joe Nan, who choked just after drinking a mouthful, looked at her faintly, "can you have a little classmate love? At least for my disabled sake."

He pointed to his swollen foot in an attempt to win sympathy.

Of course, the handsome young man with a better number of paragraphs directly stood up and gave a straight ball, frankly saying: "I haven't played basketball, I can't help."

This is not an excuse, but a fact.

As the eldest son and grandson of a thousand year old scholar family, she needs to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting and western classics, but outdoor sports are strictly prohibited, because sweating and extremely destroying beauty are never the choice of celebrities.

However, Qiao Nan was severely shocked. After looking at her up and down for a long time, he murmured, "yes, I guess you have to worry about Zihang."

The two men sat not far away, so Qin Qing could hear each other's voice. At that moment, he turned his head in doubt and asked, "what's his business about my game?"

This sentence sounds strange.

"Cough, well, I think it's better to wait for him to speak." Jonan coughed twice, with a strange look on his face.

Qin Qing felt that everyone was abnormal when she came back after half a month, but she didn't wait for her to ask again. The whistle of the second quarter game had sounded. Luo Dashao, who was carrying righteousness words, really didn't let the substitute play. After changing his jersey, he became more and more tall and handsome, so that the girls in the stands covered their hearts again and again.

He tied up one and a half long hair with a rubber band, listened to the cries around him, and threw his clothes out of the field, "ah ye, help me take it."

The white short sleeved shirt fell into the hands of the boy. The girls in the stands envied red, but the boy just smiled, nodded and simply said, "come on."

He didn't see any extra emotion. Although Luo Zihang was lost in his heart, he still played chicken blood in this sentence of refueling. He broke the opponent's path three times and won six points in just three minutes. The rapid momentum made the opponent devote most of his energy to protection.

"It's a good tactic to beat the East and beat the West." Qin Qing, who watched the basketball game seriously for the first time, figured out some fun and occasionally could communicate with Qiao Nan around him.

There is no doubt that Luo Zihang on the court is handsome and glittering so that people can't open their eyes, and his absolute advantage in power also reduces the pressure of his teammates and gives his own members more room to play.

"Shit, stop Luo Zihang. Don't let everyone pass. Some people stopped the striker." the captain of class 3 soon found the loophole and became furious.

Last year, they broke into the inter school finals. Although their means were somewhat despicable, it was the first time they were beaten on the spot. At this time, they collided with Luo Zihang, and all the new hatred and old hatred were red eyed.

However, Luo Zihang was so big that he couldn't help playing basketball well. As a school bully, he was first-class. He didn't succeed in blocking him several times.

Seeing that the score gap was a little equalized, the captain of class 3 was cross-hearted and directly greeted him with his back hands. Yu Yang, who was jumping up to block the cap in front, was blocked by one person on the sideline, and the other jumped up from behind.

At the moment when his sight was blocked, Qin Qing and Qiao Nan frowned at the same time, and then the next second they heard a thud.

"Ah!" Yu Yang fell to the ground, holding his leg and his face turned white with pain.

Luo Zihang rushed to check his injury for the first time. Looking back at the people of class three around him, the fire at the bottom of his heart burned to the top of his head, "fuck your ancestors!"

He took an arrow step forward, grabbed the captain's collar and directly carried the man into mid air.

"Ah, that was our mistake. Don't be impulsive, Mr. Luo. Yan Hua is not allowed to fight." the captain of class 3 immediately raised his hand and made a surrender, cunningly beating the rake first.

"Move my brother, I'll cut you as well." Luo Zihang clenched his fists so violently that even the referee's teacher came forward with a tough attitude. He looked like he would never stop until he poked a hole in the sky. "It's not a broken basketball game. I didn't pay attention to it at all. Today is what I'm going to do..."

"Zihang." a hand suddenly stretched out in the chute and pressed his arm. The young man's pleasant and clear voice was like a cool wind blowing over, interrupting his violent words, "don't fall into the trap. They were intentional."

Deliberately hurt Yu Yang, provoked a dispute, forced Luo Zihang to start, and then easily eliminated his strong opponents.

"Hiss... Zihang, ah Ye is right. Don't be fooled by these villains." Yu Yang endured the pain and stood up with cold air, and advised him.

Last year, Luo Zihang had a fight and was recorded as a demerit. If he made another mistake this time, even his student status would have to be red.

"... shit." finally he endured again and again. Luo Zihang rudely spit out dirty words and let go and threw the other party to the ground.

The captain was already ready to be beaten. He was still full of surprise at the moment, but he soon showed a mocking expression and continued to stimulate: "your team has a bad start. Look, four people have been hurt and there are not enough alternates. What else to fight with us next? It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible."

The number of injured exceeded the upper limit, and even the team could not get together. It seemed that there was only failure left.

But Luo Zihang was unwilling. This kind of oppressive thing made his temper reach the edge of out of control, and his fist kept clicking, "you grandchildren..."

The more angry he is, the happier the other party laughs.

Just the next second, a nice voice came in, "add me, the number is enough."

With me, that's enough.

The young Qinglang's voice was neither high nor low. It echoed over the stadium, but it shocked the atmosphere of the whole audience for a time.

When it was, the captain of the third class smiled and followed the prestige. When he saw the young man's white and handsome face, his eyes subconsciously showed disdain, "it turned out to be the so-called dark horse of the seventh class. I think you'd better forget it. It's not good to be like the top student on the cold bench."

The other party has something to say, which is clearly threatening that she will be injured in the end.