Chapter 45
Three points!And it's a perfect hollow ball!
The students in Class Nine immediately became overwhelmed, especially the eyes of a few girls, and their bodies screamed before their rationality.

Jun Jiu turned her head to look at them, raised her eyebrows and smiled, her originally frivolous movements were incomparably sassy and handsome.

Qin Zhiyang immediately whistled excitedly, "Jun Jiu, not bad!"

Jun Jiu smiled, but before she could reply, Cheng Hao's voice came from the other side, "Not bad, not bad? It was just a fluke! There won't be such a good chance in the future!"

"Really?" Jun Jiu didn't refute, but smiled irrefutably, this attitude made Cheng Hao feel even more uneasy.

He turned his head to look at Song Yifeng and the two, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "You two, be more serious! If anyone lets the other side intercept the ball again, I will automatically end the game!"

When Song Yifeng heard the words, he just gave Jun Jiu a sullen look, and didn't make a sound.

Seeing that the other party is getting serious, Jun Jiu doesn't dare to take it lightly. If it was before, she would not be afraid even if it was a 1v1 between her and Cheng Hao, but now her physical condition does not allow it, and all she can do is to win technically up.

After the three-point shot, the basketball was snatched by Qin Zhiyang. Facing Cheng Hao's eyes, Qin Zhiyang still had that hippie smile on his face, without any nervousness.

Looking at him, Jun Jiu had a rare headache, wondering if he really knew what it meant to be a national reserve team member?
"Jun Jiu, are you really thinking about going against me?"

When Qin Zhiyang was in a stalemate with Cheng Hao, Song Yifeng intentionally shifted his position in front of Jun Jiu, and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Song Yifeng, have you lost your memory?" Jun Jiu took two steps back, looking at him as if watching a joke, "I never thought of going against you, from the beginning to the end, you were the one who pushed forward, Overbearing, I'm not your father, why, do you still think I'm spoiling you?"

"It's not because of you!"

How nice it is to stay by his side and be an obedient puppet, who let him escape from his control on his own initiative!Those are the punishments and warnings he deserves!
At this time, Song Yifeng's expression was extremely gloomy, but Jun Jiu didn't care about him. The most important thing for her now was the current basketball game, which was related to the morale of Class Nine.

In terms of grades, she may not have a good way to make them catch up with the first class in a short time, but in other respects, she wants to let them know that they are no worse than any other class. The barrier of inferiority and fear in their hearts!

Under Cheng Hao's defense, Qin Zhiyang's dribbling time is about to exceed, and if he doesn't shoot and pass, he will foul.

Jun Jiu was ready to receive his pass at any time. After all, Cheng Hao watched too closely, and it was too difficult to break through and shoot in front of him.

"Qin..."

Seeing that there were three seconds left in the time, Jun Jiu just wanted to urge him, when the other party suddenly brushed his silver hair, smiling very charmingly.

Then he suddenly changed his pace, and when Cheng Hao was a little flustered, he quickly changed direction and turned his back to pass.

Cheng Hao is worthy of being a reserve player. Even if Qin Zhiyang used several moves in a row, he still blocked him before he shot. Qin Zhiyang seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago. During the time, he sneered at Cheng Hao, then leaned back, and threw the basketball in his hand suddenly, a backward jumper!
Cheng Hao froze, and before he had time to look back, the students in Class [-] on the sidelines had already shouted loudly, and rushed to the front again from the corner, even pushing everyone in Class [-] aside, such a reaction It was enough for him to know the result.

"Are you and Dong Xue okay?"

Jun Jiu didn't have time to spend time with Song Yifeng any more, and seeing his even uglier face after dropping these words, he walked away in a good mood.

"So it was you!" No wonder he felt that Dong Xue's attitude towards him had become cold recently, thinking that he had done something wrong, but it turned out to be Jun Jiu again!

"Okay, you, have you learned it before?" Jun Jiu didn't hide his surprise when he came to Qin Zhiyang's side. His set of movements was extremely smooth, and every step was calculated accurately. He was not an ordinary basketball fan It can be typed out.

With Jun Jiu's affirmation, Qin Zhiyang smiled even happier. Hearing his question, he turned the basketball in his hand triumphantly, "Secret!"

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that he knew that this virtue deserved a beating, so he quickly dodged away before Jun Jiu's hands were itchy, and ran to Ling Xiao to continue swearing.

"Ling Xiao, can you do it! Don't lose a point in a game!"

"Get out!" Ling Xiao kicked him away with a cold face.

Jun Jiu looked at these two people from a distance, with a soft smile in his eyes.

Probably because he was really stimulated by Qin Zhiyang's words, Cheng Hao couldn't move under the pincer attack of Jun Jiu and Qin Zhiyang, so he had to pass the ball to Song Yifeng nearby, but was directly intercepted by Ling Xiao. It's just a one-handed snap!
"8:7, the game continues!"

All of this happened too fast and suddenly, and the onlookers didn't realize it until the referee announced the score. The girls in Class [-] had already started screaming crazily, and the boys who were still rational before were also taken away. His blood boiled, his eyes glowed and he looked at the field.

"How is it?" Ling Xiao looked at Qin Zhiyang with a cold face.

"It's okay." Qin Zhiyang shrugged, even though he was very excited in his heart, his face still looked like that, "You have to have the last laugh."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Jun Jiu shook her head helplessly, but followed them.

The following competition is not so much a competition between Class One and Class Nine, but rather a competition between Ling Xiao and Qin Zhiyang, which is more accurate. Jun Jiu is only responsible for restraining Cheng Hao, without Cheng Hao, Song Yifeng And another person, Qin Zhiyang and the others really don't pay attention to them!

"who's that person?"

On the second floor closest to the playground, Lu Yao couldn't participate in physical education activities due to physical reasons, so he just came out to get some air, and saw the hustle and bustle on the basketball court. He was attracted by a boy.

"I don't know either, it seems to be a first-year student."

Even if Lu Yao didn't ask, Zhou Ting knew who she was talking about. There were six people on the basketball court, but only one was the most eye-catching.

In terms of body shape, he was the weakest of the six, but such a person became the dominant player in the audience.

Mingming Cheng Hao is strong enough to lift him up with one hand, but he can't even touch the side of the basketball under his obstruction. It is clear that the other two have been scoring, but without him leading the rhythm, the whole game will be very difficult. The situation is probably quite the opposite.

His white shirt was soaked in sweat, and his thin but not weak body line could still be vaguely seen. The scorching sun was shining brightly, and his youthful blood was chasing youth wantonly under the adoring eyes of countless classmates.

"Why, is our beauty Lu still interested in him?"

Zhou Ting was just a joke at first, and she didn't expect Lu Yao to answer, but she asked back with a smile in her ear.

"Isn't it okay?"

She caressed the position of her heart, her eyes slightly absent-minded.

Perhaps more envy.

Some people envy her that she comes from a prominent family and looks outstanding, and that she was born as a proud daughter of heaven, but what she longs for most is to be carefree and run freely like those young people.

(End of this chapter)

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