Reject The System A Thousand Times And Start A Perfect Life

It took less than five minutes to start.

What is it like to be led by seven points?

In addition to feeling a little hopeless, everyone in class 1 had even hotter faces.

How embarrassing!

Hu Qianhao thought of An Ran who was still watching his game outside the court.

My heart is half cold.

It's pretending to come by yourself?

This is beaten like a grandson, how can you pretend?

In this case, An Ran might be disappointed, right?

Hu Qianhao only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he lost the air of just now.

"Hey, cheer up."

At this moment, Xie Te patted Hu Qianhao on the shoulder and said.

"Ah good."

Hu Qianhao came back to his senses.

"It's just a seven-point lead, we haven't lost yet."

Lu Yang also cheered everyone up.

Besides, they still have Wang Yue behind them.

Cheng Xiong tilted his mouth, his face was full of sarcasm: "You are too weak, I thought it was a fun battle, but this is the end?"

"Don't be too happy."

Lu Yang said lightly.

This time the ball was passed to Schett.

Xie Te held the ball, and Gao Xueyou came up to meet him again.

Gao Xueyou said: "Give up, you can't get past me."

"Try it."

Shet rushed forward.

"Hehe, are you still here?"

Gao Xueyou was about to follow suit and intercept the ball again.

But Schett suddenly passed the ball.

The attack just now was just a feint!

Hu Qianhao got the ball.

He's already standing outside the opponent's three-point line.

"Stop him!"

Cheng Xiong roared.

Immediately, the three of them rushed towards Hu Qianhao.

"It's now!"

Hu Qianhao knew that if he didn't make a move, he would have no chance.

Standing outside the three-point line and throwing the ball.

The ball flew towards the basket under everyone's gaze.

closer and closer.

"Boom!"

Hit the board, the ball missed.

Hu Qianhao was desperate.

The opportunity that I finally got, was buried like this.

But at this moment, a Daoist figure rushed over, grabbed the basketball on the backboard, and threw it in.

It's Lu Weiting!

When everyone was about to despair, he stood up.

"Oh!"

A group of people who had been suppressed for a long time cheered.

Although only recovering two points.

But let everyone's morale rise!

Cheng Xiong sneered and said, "That's good, that's good, I let you pick it up, but it won't be so easy in the future, I'll let you experience what real despair is."

"Cheer up! Let the Sabbies from class 1 see how powerful we are!"

"Crush them!"

Since Lu Weiting scored a goal.

Everyone in class 2 seemed to be in a state of madness.

Everyone played fiercely, and everyone in class 1 couldn't defend at all.

2 points, 3 points, 5 points, 7 points.

The score gap is constantly widening.

On the other hand, Class 1 has never scored a goal.

After 15 minutes, the gap between the two teams has come to a terrifying 24:2.

Such a huge difference.

Let the crowd of onlookers ridicule.

"Hahaha, class 1 is too weak, isn't it, was beaten by class 2?"

"Class 1, it's really average."

"I've said it a long time ago. Class 1 cannot be the opponent of Class 2. Such a result has long been expected."

"Oh, I would have done my homework in the classroom if I knew it was so worthless."

"Hahaha, it's still worth watching. It's really cool to see Class 1 being brutalized."

The first half is almost over.

The morale of Lu Yang and others has fallen to the bottom.

Hu Qianhao panted heavily and kept wiping the cold sweat off his head.

I feel like crying.

why!

Why am I still being beaten like a grandson after practicing basketball technology for so long!

Obviously I want to show An Ran my excellent technology!

Lu Yang called a timeout this time.

The referee blew his whistle.

Lu Yang called everyone over.

With a wry smile: "I didn't expect the gap between our two classes to be so big. Let's go to Wang Yue, otherwise the score may not be able to come back."

Chen Lei sighed: "I feel that Cheng Xiong on the opposite side is no worse than Wang Yue. I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover the situation if he is on Wang Yue now."

Everyone lowered their heads.

Yes, Cheng Xiong is too strong.

They beat them to despair.

Even if they play together as a team, they can barely defend against Cheng Xiong.

At this time, Xie Te smiled and said: "You guys underestimate Wang Yue too much. I have been his opponent and understand his insurmountable strength."

"Come on, everyone, Wang Yue will definitely be able to restore this decline when he comes up."

Schett is not talking nonsense.

Although the pressure from Cheng Xiong was great, it was not at the same level as Wang Yue.

When facing Wang Yue, Xie Te seemed to be looking up at an insurmountable mountain.

But when facing Cheng Xiong, at most he stood taller.

"Brother Yue Yue."

Hu Qianhao said.

He is very depressed now.

If it wasn't for his insistence on being able to start, everyone wouldn't have fought so hard, right?

"Hey, you've played very well. Our team only scored one goal from Lu Weiting."

Xie Te patted Hu Qianhao and said.

Lu Yang immediately told the referee about the request for a substitution.

Hu Qianhao walked towards Wang Yue and said in shame: "Brother Yue, go ahead, I didn't fight well, I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Wang Yue stood up from the chair, flexed his muscles, and said with a smile.

"If I hadn't insisted on grabbing your starting position, I wouldn't be beaten so badly now."

Hu Qianhao said.

"We didn't lose again, why are you so frustrated?"

Wang Yue looked towards the basketball court: "Seeing how arrogant they are, I really want to teach them a lesson."

"Brother Yue, you must work hard!"

Hu Qianhao was rather unwilling: "We must defeat these guys!"

"It's easy to say."

Wang Yue patted Hu Qianhao on the shoulder and walked to the basketball court.

And with the news of the replacement came.

There was another explosion outside the basketball court.

"Hahaha, the little prince of the brush is on the stage, and the boy with the back is replaced."

"Damn, I'm still wearing the number 23 jersey, isn't that too crazy?"

"How do you say it? Did you say anything on the 23rd?"

"The No. 23 jersey symbolizes the god of basketball, and most people dare not wear it."

"Hahaha, that's how it is. No one in class 2 dares to wear the number 23 jersey, but there are still people in class 1 who dare to wear it. I'm afraid they will be beaten and doubt their lives."

Shen Mushi frowned.

All the unfavorable comments came from my ears.

She said silently in her heart: "Wang Yue, basketball is not calligraphy. If you can't turn the tide, why bother to get yourself humiliated?"

Qiao Zixuan's eyes lit up.

When Wang Yue didn't go to school just now, he saw their class being beaten so badly.

Everyone was downcast.

Now Wang Yue is finally on.

Qiao Zixuan shouted at the top of her voice, "Wang Yue, come on!"

With this shout, other students also shouted.

"Come on, Wang Yue!"

"The more amazing you are, beat them up for me!"

"Wang Yue, come on!