After Becoming a Male God, I Broke Three Big Guys

The preliminary basketball game of the grade is scheduled for the last self-study class on Wednesday afternoon.

Qiao Yu took some time to play basketball in the system space, of course, only her consciousness entered.

Interestingly, her virtual coach actually looks like Kobe.

The system is such a mouth-watering fragrance sometimes.

Most of the time, she practiced some shooting skills, and she was more pretentious when it came to walking. She was a girl after all, and she was not very good at confrontation with boys.

It took about 50 class hours, and at the end of the class, the system also arranged a mock competition to test the results.

If anyone could see her conscious space, they would see a group of basketball players over 2 meters tall walking their chicks.

It gave Joe a serious blow to his self-confessed shooter.

In the end, she usually spread salted fish on the basketball court, and strongly urged the system to replace a group of high school students.

Qiao Yu himself has dance skills and good physical coordination. Coupled with the temporary training camp, he still has a good fight with a group of high school students who have not received professional guidance, and he has successfully regained his confidence.

The game is held in the school gymnasium. It is said that this kind of competition between classes is rarely visited by outside classes.

But the news that Qiao Yu was going to participate in the competition is unknown who released it, and the auditorium of Class 7 was full, and all of them were girls who skipped class.

Ye Xiguang was also there.

She thought that with a personality like Ye Xiguang, she would rather stay in the classroom and write novels, but she didn't expect him to come.

Now sitting on the far side, leaning against a group of girls from outside the class, a tall, thin boy, trying to lean towards the aisle, looks like a little outcast daughter-in-law.

Qiao Yu thought it was cute and funny.

The game was about to start, Qiao Yu sat down on the bench, surrounded by a circle of girls handing out ice water and towels, envious of his own and enemy teammates.

"I'm so sour, how can all men live so differently?"

"There is no kingly law in this face-seeing world!"

"I'm so sore, I can't play well."

At this time, Zhang Lun's role came into play. Although he was like a lemon, he had a very big picture. At this time, he endured a stomach of sour water, patted the shoulders of his teammates, and comforted: "It's alright, don't worry about it. Little things, they're all cheering for our class anyway."

Class 7, as a liberal arts class, met class 22 in science, and lost a cut just for the average height.

The first half was barely evenly divided, and the score gradually widened in the second half.

Gradually, the team members became exhausted, and when they accidentally stumbled, they tripped and sprained their feet.

Qiao Yu, sitting in the auditorium: ... I knew that this disaster would happen today.

The referee stopped the game, and the injured classmate was helped off the field. At the same time, Qiao Yu stood up, moved his ankles, and prepared to play.

The audience suddenly burst out with neat cheers:

"Come on, Joey-"

Qiao Yu was also shocked by this, she paused, turned around with a smile, and waved to the girls on the stage.

The cheers on the stage grew louder, as if to overturn the stadium.

The game continues.

Qiao Yu took the wrong position, took the ball from his teammate, jumped up with his feet, made a three-pointer, scored!

Zhang Lun gave her a high-five.

The teammates found that although Qiao Yu was out of position, he pitched the ball very accurately and passed the ball to her one after another.

The situation gradually improved, but there was not much time left, and Qiao was unable to turn the tide after scoring a few three-pointers.

But anyway, the liberal arts class's face was saved.

Zhang Lun touched the mineral water with her, "I thought you really didn't know how to play, but you were bluffing me." The words were obviously more cordial, and it was easy to bring the boys closer together when they played together.

Qiao Yu smiled and joked: "Maybe the talent bonus."

After talking, I asked the team members to have a meal on Saturday. On weekdays, only day students like Qiao Yu could go out to eat, so Saturday was just right.

But unfortunately, Qiao Yu had to go to Beishi for an interview this Saturday, and he really couldn't.

However, the interview may not be easy. Qiao Yu only said that he would go to other provinces on Saturday and Sunday and could not come.

Zhang Lun also said frankly that it doesn't matter, and we will make an appointment next time.

At this moment, a group of photos have already been passed to Chongli's post bar.

This usually lifeless post bar has been injected with living water since Qiao Yu's arrival.

[Chongli] Come and pay homage to the beauty of our school's school grass.

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Several photos are of Qiao Yu playing basketball and candid shooting on the bench. There are even photos of Qiao Yu turning his back and smiling and waving to the audience.

Whether she is watching the game quietly with her hands folded in her seat, or she is jumping high and shooting easily, she has satisfied the youthful fantasy that is only found in youth campus movies, and stimulated the hormones of girls.

The comments downstairs broke 300 within an hour, making people wonder how many people in Chongming smuggled their mobile phones.

2L: This look is really amazing. It can be directly hung in the cinema as a poster.

3L: Why didn't I skip class this afternoon to watch my boyfriend play! !

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228L: Brother's mouth is not the mouth, spring water on the banks of the Seine; brother's waist is not the waist, Saburo's machete! Brother I can! !

229L: I'm going to be angry if I fall in love with my boyfriend upstairs.

230L: Above, as long as you eat a few more peanuts, you won't get drunk like this.

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The game was over and everyone left the gym for dinner.

Ye Xiguang walked at the end alone, watching Qiao Yu's back drift away.

His new deskmate was a dazzling boy, he felt that way from the first time he saw her.

The morning glow of that morning was brilliant, but it was only enough to embellish her, nothing more beautiful than her.

Yes, beautiful.

Such words are rarely used to describe boys, but Ye Xiguang felt that it was appropriate for her.

Ye Xiguang must admit that Qiao Yu has qualities that attract him.

So much so that even though he felt that he and Qiao Yu were from two different worlds, he couldn't help but break open the cocoon that sealed him off, calmly, and tentatively approached her.

Although Joe met her...not necessary.