She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 252
Lin Qingyou observed the level of their basketball team in class seven in physical education class, and felt that the possibility of them being eliminated in the first round was as high as 90.00%.

Xu Changhao's goal at the beginning was Jing Xing. He heard that the squad leader played basketball very well, but unfortunately he had a wicked heart and no guts. He didn't dare to ask, so he could only save the country with curves. sister here.

Lin Qingyou thought about it for a while, and gave him a direct answer: "Don't think about it, he will definitely not go, he is already doing you a lot of face by sitting in the auditorium below and watching you play."

Xu Changhao still didn't give up. He dawdled until the day of the game, and brought a jersey over specially. Based on the consciousness that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, he came to seek death again fearlessly.

"Squad leader, I'm serious, you don't have to play in person, just show your face in your jersey and sit next to our team, you won't be tired at all." Xu Changhao said.

Jing Xing: "..."

"Sister Yuzu told An Ran last time that you are a person with a great sense of collective honor, and you have always regarded class honor as your own responsibility, and sister Yuzi also said that you are a gold brick, and you can move it wherever you need it. Now We need you in our basketball game!"

"..."

Jing Xing was irritated by his quarrel, turned his head and saw the little glutinous rice dumpling grabbing the jersey to look at, he didn't know what he thought of, frowned, and suddenly let go of his answer.

What did Xiao Nuomi Duanzi just say, those seniors in jerseys look so sassy?
Xu Changhao cheered, and immediately performed a 360-degree spin, jump, and spiral ascension to heaven.

Don't ask, it's a joy to ask.

The basketball game is scheduled for next Friday, and one week is enough time for Xu Changhao to study how to enter the court to make himself look more handsome. Du Mingyu watched him scratch his head and make gestures, and patted him on the shoulder earnestly, saying: "Huaer , It’s almost enough, at our level, there won’t be any little fans when we play.”

Xu Changhao turned his head and said, "Damn, that's why I thought about it, and that's why I wanted to drag the squad leader to suppress the place."

Du Mingyu was even more puzzled: "That would explain the problem even more. My little fan girl also looks at the monitor, so what does it matter to us?"

"..." Xu Changhao's pen stopped suddenly, "I think it makes sense when you say it this way."

On Friday, a rare sunny day in winter was ushered in. Xu Changhao enthusiastically handed out the basketball jerseys one by one. Lin Qingyou lay on the seat, not quite understanding where his enthusiasm came from.

"Why do you still maintain such high enthusiasm when you know that you will lose the game?"

Jing Xing casually put on the basketball uniform, put on the school uniform jacket outside, and replied casually: "Probably this is his last stubbornness as a loser."

Hmm... sounds reasonable.

The No. [-] Middle School is rich and powerful, and has built no less than a dozen indoor basketball halls and outdoor basketball courts. The venue for this winter basketball game for the second year of high school is in the gymnasium on the South Campus.

The temperature in the indoor basketball court is much higher than outside. Jing Xing's basketball uniform is a white sweater. After entering the gymnasium, he took off his school uniform jacket.

His face was so conspicuous, from the moment he came in, the girls around all looked over with their eyes.

Probably the legend of the school bully hitting seven was covered up by the boss's frequent show of affection, the girls were not so afraid of him anymore, and they looked at him more and more blatantly.

Both Xu Changhao and Du Mingyu were talkative, and they had been very popular since the first class of high school. Everyone in the whole grade knew each other, and many girls they knew came over to inquire about news.

"Obviously, Mouse, is the monitor of your class going to play soon?"

"I just saw the boss wearing a ball uniform, so he must play, right?"

Du Mingyu calmly shattered their illusions: "No, you're overthinking. Our monitor is the pillar of Class Seven, and he just came here to support the stage."

Thanks to Xu Changhao's persistence in participating, Lin Qingyou was fortunate enough to witness the most miraculous basketball game in her life, Class Seven—zero goals and zero points.

The level of the basketball team on the opposite side is also uneven, but their temporary bulk team from Class [-] is obviously more than enough to play, scoring goals is like playing.

Lin Qingyou thought it was amazing, how could Du Mingyu and the others not score a single goal after a basketball game, avoiding the basketball hoop [-]% of the time, how accurate calculation ability is needed.

From a certain level, Du Mingyu and the others are worthy of praise.

It was the cheerleaders of Class [-] who felt desperate. The students in the class were still cheering and cheering, but seeing the score gap from single digits, to double digits, to triple digits, the cheerleaders were also sluggish. Baji was discouraged.

Class [-] was still in the front row, and the girls covered their faces one after another, so they had no eyes to look into the arena.

After this game, they felt so embarrassed that they could dig out a big house with three bedrooms and one living room in the second ring road of Xiangzhou with their toes.

Jing Xing probably also felt that their fights were really bad, his dark eyelashes drooped low, and he looked listless, as if he was sleepy.

Ji Anran put away his support banner as if hiding his ears and stealing the bell, and said with a blank face: "I shouldn't believe the awesomeness of the mouse."

What beat the invincible hand of the third middle school, obviously was beaten by the invincible hand of the third middle school.

Qiao Yuyu's expression was equally numb, and she nodded mechanically, "That's right, besides embarrassment, I'm full of suffocation. Looking at the smug look of the mice, I thought they could at least enter the preliminary round. I didn't expect a preliminaries It’s just so terrible.”

After finally waiting for this torture-like basketball game to end, the audience from Class [-] in the auditorium packed up their things one after another, and fled this embarrassing and suffocating scene quickly.

Xu Changhao grabbed Ji Anran and Qiao Yuyu and tried to explain: "Sisters, I definitely made a mistake this time. It was a pure mistake. I haven't touched basketball for too long, so I feel a little raw."

Ji Anran opened his fingers one by one, rolled his eyes at him, and said: "Come on, let the ghosts listen to your nonsense."

Qiao Yuyu: "Mice, do you know? When we were sitting in the auditorium, the classes next to us were all yelling about how dare we sign up for the basketball game at this level."

Xu Changhao: "..."

In all fairness, he felt that his level was barely okay.

(End of this chapter)