Xueba school grass is cut from white to black

Chapter 240 The Pitching Game
They walked to the edge of the basketball court, and Huo Lanxu dribbled the ball casually. Seeing her bright eyes and eagerness to try, he passed the ball over:
"Try?"

Jun Zhimiao nodded quickly, took a deep breath, and threw the ball to the ground——

The ball bounced off the ground and hit her jaw extremely fast.Jun Zhimiao backed away in fright, he stretched out his hand to stop the ball, rubbed against the back of his hand, and his fair skin turned red.

Huo Lansu pinched her nose amusedly, and showed her how to dribble:

"Don't throw it too hard, and don't throw it too lightly, it's just the right amount of strength."

"Don't hit the ball hard, just push it down, it mainly depends on the elasticity of the ball itself."

Jun Zhimiao threw the ball down, felt the ball hit her palm, she froze for a moment, unconsciously exerted force on her hand, and slapped down——

Chen Qiheng just turned his head, and when he saw this scene, he laughed until his stomach ached:
"Sister, it's pushing the ball! It's not about hitting the ball, okay?"

Jun Zhimiao blushed, and stuffed the ball back into Huo Lansu's arms: "Basketball is too difficult, I want to quit in time to stop the loss."

Otherwise, I will be ashamed and thrown directly to the academy!
Huo Lan looked back slowly, glanced at Chen Qiheng, and comforted her:
"You can practice slowly,"

Jun Zhimiao frantically shook his head: "No, I'll play next week, I can't practice well."

Huo Lansu didn't want her to take time off to practice basketball because she had a rare break, so she just wanted to say that she would not practice.Suddenly remembered what Xi Chengying said.

Miaomiao is with you, and she has made no progress in anything except studies.

His dark eyes darkened, and his voice became softer:

"I'll practice with you, okay? Let's go to practice in the morning,"

Jun Zhimiao lowered her head and did not speak. He patiently coaxed her a few more words before she curled her lips and said, "Okay, then I will persist."

She stood back and reached for the ball.Unexpectedly, Huo Lansu raised the ball high and smiled at her gently:

"Let's not practice dribbling for now, let's go play a pitching game."

She was taken aback: "I, I won't."

"Just cast whatever you want."

Holland led her back to the three-point line, first demonstrated to her the shooting posture, force, and shooting point, and then pointed to the two ends of the three-point line:

"There are five positions in total. We stand on both sides, and we will move one position after we score one goal. Whoever scores five goals first will win the game."

When Jun Zhimiao heard that it was a comparison with him, his eyes widened, and he put his hands on his hips angrily: "Then it is impossible to win, okay?"

Huo Lan twirled the ball back with his fingers, smiled at her and said:

"I vote once in each round, and you can vote three times. If you win, you can continue to vote. If I lose, I will give you milk tea for a month."

Jun Zhimiao's eyes lit up: "Deal! I'll throw it first!"

"it is good."

She carefully recalled Huo Lansu's action just now, raised her hand a little higher, and then threw the ball forward after finding a good angle.

The basketball hit the backboard, rolled twice around the rim and fell outside.

"Ah, what a pity."

Huo Lan went back to pick up the ball and threw it in her direction. After Jun Zhimiao caught the ball, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and his black eyes were full of jokes:
"There are two more chances."

"……hateful!"

Jun Zhimiao gritted his teeth and made two more serious shots, but both missed.One of them was outright non-stick, she stomped her foot angrily and said:
"It must be a bad position, I missed one out of three chances!!!"

Just as Huo Lansu picked up the ball, seeing her puffy white cheeks, she smiled happily and said, "Do you want to change positions?"

"What's the difference, aren't they all in the corner?"

Jun Zhimiao folded his hands on his chest, puffed his cheeks and said:

"You vote."

Huo Lansu smiled, held the ball high with one hand, faced the basket, and then threw the basketball over.

The basketball draws a beautiful parabola in the air, hits the backboard with a bang, and the basketball falls into the basket.

The crowd erupted in exclamation, Jun Zhimiao was stunned, unable to speak when looking at him.

Huo Lan turned his head back and blinked at her, smiling like a summer morning glow, casually good-looking.

"Come in."

He walked over to pick up the ball, saw that she was still in a daze, stretched out his hand to pinch her tender cheek, and said affectionately:

"Then I continue to vote?"

Jun Zhimiao glared at him angrily, Huo Lansu smiled, and hit the basket with his original posture.

This time, he just didn't touch anything, and the ball rolled off the court.

He obviously wasn't serious, looking at her while throwing the ball.Jun Zhimiao saw him pick up the ball, and shouted angrily:
"You clearly look down on me!!"

"No."

Huo Lansu threw the ball to her, his black eyes were like pebbles washed by the stream, clean and clear.

"I slipped my hand when I shot and the ball flew out, sorry."

His tone of apology was very serious, and his black eyes were slightly curved, as if filled with moonlight.Jun Zhimiao was stunned for a moment, holding the ball in both hands, his voice weakened:
"fine."

As soon as he apologized, she felt that she was bullying him.

She stabilized her thoughts, fixed her eyes on the basket and threw the ball, and she even made it the second time. Jun Zhimiao jumped up excitedly and raised her chin slightly towards him.

"Hey, it's 1:1 now~"

Huo Lansu stood there, not being provoked by her at all, and looked at her with a gentle smile:
"Miao Miao is awesome."

Jun Zhimiao was taken aback for a moment, his face was a little red, and he was a little annoyed.

She was so angry that she was teased instead of being provocative.

The follow-up luck was not so good. Jun Zhimiao took many shots before scoring two more goals. Huo Lansu made the last throw and easily scored the fifth goal. He stood at the end and smiled at her:
"I won."

The two were separated by two free throw positions, and Jun Zhimiao looked at him dejectedly, unable to smile:
"I feel that I am really not suitable for sports, I am suitable for Wen Wenjing..."

"You can beat four strong men by yourself, do you think you are suitable for Wen Jing?"

"That time there was a weapon, okay!!!"

The students around looked at them immediately, and found that his voice was a bit loud, Jun Zhimiao coughed lightly, and looked at him with his mouth flat:
"Anyway, anyway, it's not very suitable... hey, please cooperate with me!!"

Huo Lan chuckled, and walked slowly behind her, holding her elbows with both hands, resting his head slightly on her shoulders, motioning for her to look up.

"The eye, the ball, and the backboard are in a straight line. Don't use too much force when you push it out. If you use too much force at this distance, the ball will rebound and roll out when it hits the backboard. The first time you throw the ball is because you are too hard. Otherwise, you should be able to score. of."

His voice is gentle and soft, making people unconsciously follow his words.

Jun Zhimiao listened carefully, and only after taking aim did he throw the ball. His strength was a little lighter than the first time. After hitting the backboard, the ball rolled around the basket and fell down.

The ball is in.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Jun Zhimiao suddenly became excited, the person behind her held her waist, warm breath fell on her ears, and gently teased:

"It's not the first goal to score, so excited."

She was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that they were so close unconsciously, so close that she could hear his heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)