Madam spoiled by villain again

Chapter 67 If you win them, no one will dare to call you trash

After listening to Qin Xirao's words, Rong Ji's eyes burst out with intense splendor.

He stared at Qin Xiluo closely, and raised his lips, "Brothers! This is taught by God Ye himself, show your best strength!"

Playing against people who are taught by idols and beliefs is a passionate challenge for everyone who loves basketball.

The eyes of the student from the Physical Education Academy were shining, and the dejected momentum was swept away. He bent down, fixed his eyes on Qin Xiluo, and said in a loud voice, "Yes!"

Qin Xiluo raised her chin, her eyes were slightly deep, and she said slowly to the students in class ten behind her, "If you win against them, no one will dare to call you trash."

Tang Xin and his party were stunned.

The girl's slender and beautiful back is reflected in the field of vision, her white fingers, fingertips are like butterflies resting on thin ice, they will melt away with a light touch.

She is so fragile that it hurts, but she stands in front of them and tells them that she can lead them to win.

The blood that had been suppressed for a long time, violently, and belonged to a boy burst out from the bottom of his heart at this moment, and rushed straight from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

The momentum of the students in class ten also completely changed at this moment.

Tang Xin gritted his teeth, "Young master is not a waste!"

Lu Xiu, "It's embarrassing to let a girl stand in front of us... this is the only time in this life!"

At the moment when the fight started, the spectators off the court also jumped up from their seats in shock at the overwhelming momentum of both sides.

"Damn it! Is this a sudden bloodbath?"

"Sports! Come on! Crush them!"

"Brother Rong, show the strongest aura in your gym! Fuck them to death!"

Qin Xiluo's terrifying shooting performance in the last game gave the students of No. [-] Middle School a faint hope of winning.

When the game rises to collective honor, prejudice and barriers become no longer important.

"Yizhong! Come on! Counterattack!"

"Brother Yao! Come on!"

"Boss Qin! Come on! Shoot! We want to win!"

This is a crazy shopping.

Run, pass, intercept, shoot, kickback!

Mutual exchange.

There is no redundant emotion of regret.

Just one thought—

To win!

For the first time, the students present realized that Class No. [-], who was regarded as trash by everyone, was no worse than anyone else when they really worked together.

Their running speed and momentum were not much slower than the top students in the sports academy.

Tang Xin, who was the least favored, passed the ball at a speed that could be called a ghost.

There is Ji Yao who kicks back.

Qin Xirao has a shot.

Seeing the rapidly rising scores, the students in No. [-] Middle School were so excited that they screamed passionately, almost breaking the roof.

Time is decreasing minute by minute.

The scores of the two sides were tightly locked.

With the last 15 seconds remaining, No. [-] Middle School was only one point behind the Sports Academy.

The students of No. [-] Middle School pushed each other up onto the table and roared together, "Tang Xin! Pass the ball! Hurry—"

Tang Xin stared at the basketball thrown in the air by Lu Xiu, his eyes were never focused before, and he quickly caught its trajectory.

Before the opponent's hand arrived, he stretched out his hand and swung the ball hard. Like a shadow, the ball rubbed against the opponent's wrist and turned in the other direction.

In that direction, Qin Xirao opened his hands and waited.

With a "bang--", the ball successfully fell into those cold, white and good-looking hands.

Qin Xirao picked up the ball, with a slender body, quickly ran down the hurdle.

With trembling hands, the student from the Physical Education Institute shouted, "Brother Rong, stop her! Stop her firmly!"

A middle school student blushed, "Boss! You've fought so hard, go!!"

(End of this chapter)