Chapter 64 (1/2)

On the other side, across the field.

Jiang Qinghua Jiang guides the country.

”This year, we play dual core.”

”Two points in front, Li Zheng and I

”Chen Sen is waiting for the opportunity to take the ball, the oil barrel is stuck in the rebounding position, and Liu Yonghui runs more.”

”Last year, it was just bad luck, but I lost three points.”

”Li Zheng, a secret weapon, will join us this year, and we will win.”

When people heard the words, they were full of momentum, and victory seemed to be in the bag.

But Jiang directed himself, but looked at the other side anxiously.

Ling Shijie is also staring at him.

Jiang Qinghua shivered and turned back.

In the final analysis, he is a good student, or afraid of this.

Last year, he was in opposition to Ling Shijie. He was beaten by elbows. The guy swung his elbow and came to his face.

Or, give him to Li Zheng to defend

Let this kid suffer a little bit.

As soon as Jiang Qinghua came up with this idea, he erased it.

One yard to one yard, class victory is the first.

The style of Ling Shijie is beyond Li Zheng's control.

I'll be able to get by myself.

He raised his voice and continued.

”This year, it's still defensive.”

”I stare at Ling Shijie.”

”The others find their own match.”

”Li Zheng, you should keep an eye on the one with glasses.”

Li Zheng raised his hand and said: ”I haven't played the whole court. I should run a lot. My physical fitness can't last too long. Otherwise, I'll play seven minutes in the first half and then rest in the next half, and then decide the follow-up arrangements in the middle of the game.”

”Yes.” Jiang Qinghua looked to the substitute, ”warm up at any time, ready to replace Li Zheng.”

Just then, Zhang Xiaoke trotted over with a big bag of drinks.

”Buy I bought it... ” She breathed heavily and handed the bag to Li Zheng.

”Too slow.” Li Zheng took out a blue bottle of Red Bull and drank it.

Looking at Li Zheng, everyone was envious.

It's good to have a slave.

”You still Is that the main force? ” Zhang Xiaoke wiped his sweat, a little empty.

”Ha ha, your master is so strong that he is Mitsui Shou of our class four.” Jiang Qinghua said with a smile, ”the problems are the same as Mitsui's, the physical strength of middle-aged people.”

”Ha ha ha.”

Li Zheng himself also laughed: ”I'm practicing.”

Zhang Xiaoke was suddenly surprised: ”ah, that person is our school?”

Following her eyes, Ling Shijie is squatting on the edge of the court chatting with people.

Everyone was busy and took back their eyes, not daring to look at him.

”What's the matter?” Jiang Qinghua asked.

”That's him. He's been hanging around the gate of our school with a group of people It's terrible. ” But you spit Be careful. ”

The players were a little flustered.

Jiang Qinghua, nothing like a smile: ”it's OK, Ling Shijie I know, it's not that I haven't played with him. In a moment, how to play and how to play, Ling Shijie will give it to me, you don't care.”

”I'll wait for an opportunity to make up for it.” Li Zhengdao.

Liu Xin also thumped on his chest: ”Lao Tzu is against Qiao Bixia. I'm not afraid of anyone on the court.”

More students gathered at the edge of the field.

Tang Zhifei, the leader of the team, came to the field with almost the whole class to cheer.

Lin Qijing was sleeping in the classroom because of a cold.

Li Zheng felt very sorry.

She's a big part of resilience.

I can only find a way to squeeze more juice from Zhang Xiaoke.

At 12:30, 10 minutes from the start of the match, the vast majority of the two classes have gathered to the sidelines.

Many of the other classes did not compete today, and some people came to watch the fun. Of course, Jiang Qinghua's traditional fan group was indispensable.

Of course, there are also a few supporters of Ling Shijie.