Learning Demon Cultivation System

She pounded wildly.

In the end, she could only bite.

Ahhh.

"Hey hey..." Qiao Bixia just let go, looked at the tooth marks on her arm and said with a smirk, "It still hurts."

"..." Lin Yujing wiped the corner of her mouth, turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Mengxi, can he really... after 10 minutes, he can ravage at will?"

"Really, I blocked him in the end~"

Lin Yujing's hands were itchy.

The mouth is also itchy.

Tooth hurts.

She stared at Qiao Bixia's arm.

Start rubbing your mouth.

"I reminded you." Qiao Bixia hurriedly pushed her to the bathroom, "Hurry up, I've been holding back all day, and I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Chapter 28 Comprehension

There are not many people on the basketball court.

Due to the early dismissal of get out of class today, boys from Class [-] occupied two venues.

Jiang Qinghua, Liu Xin and Li Zheng naturally got together in the same half.

Liu Xin is still blaming himself for Hu Chunmei's illness, and the oil thrown off during layups is a little less than before.

Jiang Qinghua and Li Zheng stood side by side to warm up.

"One on one." Jiang Qinghua said indifferently, "While there are still few people."

"Farewell, I'm sure I can't beat you." Li Zheng shook his head while doing radio gymnastics.

"How do you know if you don't try."

"You don't need to try to know."

"You don't understand." Jiang Qinghua grabbed the rolling basketball and tried hard to wipe the coolness and desolation from his ears, "You don't understand at all."

"I understand." Li Zheng took big strides and jumped up and down, "Actually, I just got lucky, that's all, I just want to relax in a low-key way, and it's best not to hit It—his classmate."

"Can you, don't jump and talk."

"..."

Just as Jiang Qinghua was about to say more, the coolness in his ears suddenly turned into a gust of wind, hitting him sideways.

He quickly raised his hand to block it.

Bang!

It's a basketball.

Fortunately, he quickly caught it.

But his hand still hurts.

This strength...

"Let's do it, Jiang Shuai." Qiao Bixia pressed her knuckles and walked all the way.

"Hi~" Xu Mengxi waved hello from the side.

There seemed to be a person hiding behind. Judging from the shiny shoes, it was Lin Yujing.

Jiang Qinghua swallowed bitterness with hatred in his eyes: "Did you...don't add extra classes in your third year of high school..."

"As for the evaluation and demonstration, the school dare not add it." Qiao Bixia ran over with a bang, and jumped into Liu Xin, "Yoo!"

Guchi!

Liu Xin was staggered by the bump. He looked back at Qiao Bixia, picked up the ball silently, and didn't speak.

"Hey, the oil barrel is not in condition today."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Liu Xin silently shot the ball and missed.

"It's okay, my sister will tease you." Qiao Bixia rubbed her hands and turned to look at Jiang Qinghua, "Stop talking, three on three, let's do it."

Jiang Qinghua glanced and walked away in a daze, tilting his head, not knowing that Lin Yujing was walking hard.

What, are you dodging your gaze?

Maybe, there is still a play.

Jiang Qinghua's expression was startled: "It will be done, but the confrontation between men and women is too bullying for you, so turn your eyes around."

"Come on." Qiao Bixia snatched the basketball from Liu Xin, "Come on, come on over here."

It is a random team formation method on the court.

Whoever the captain transfers to, he will be on the same team as him.

Six people quickly formed a circle.

Qiao Bixia turned the ball upwards and caught it again.

The eye of the needle was aimed at Lin Yujing.

Qiao Bixia brought her over and hugged her tightly.

Next, Jiang Qinghua transferred to Xu Mengxi.

In the last round, Qiao Bixia transferred to Li Zheng.

The result came out.

Qiao Bixia, Lin Yujing, and Li Zheng were on the team.

Team Jiang Qinghua, Liu Xin, and Xu Mengxi.

Everyone was disappointed with this result.

But at least Jiang Qinghua could confront Li Zheng head-on.

"Ten balls, three points counts as two." Qiao Bixia threw the basketball heavily at Li Zheng.

However, Li Zheng only raised his hand and lightly removed it, then dribbled the ball and bounced towards the halfway point.

"Okay." Qiao Bixia leaned closer to Lin Yujing's ear and said, "Pass him more balls, hurry up and exhaust his energy, and change teams after playing ten balls will torture him."

"Oh!" Lin Yujing nodded expectantly.

On the other side, Jiang Qinghua's team had no communication.

Xu Mengxi wanted to discuss the tactical arrangement a little bit, but only saw two awe-inspiring men.

Liu Xin stood under the basket and had nothing to love.

Jiang Qinghua was different. He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were burning.

This stubborn and unyielding feeling seemed familiar to Xu Mengxi, as if that brother Shuo had experienced it too yesterday.

Indeed, Jiang Qinghua hadn't been this serious for a long time.

This time, there will be no more losses.

Find out about Li Zheng!

The basketball court, its surname is Jiang!

Li Zheng, who was standing on the tee point, also felt this abnormal fighting spirit.

It seems that it has surpassed the game communication itself.

Forget it, let's avoid it first.

He then passed the ball to Lin Yujing.

"Hmm." Lin Yujing received the ball and waved his hands in a decent manner to organize the attack, "Hmm, ummm."

On the other side, Jiang Qinghua raised his arms and roared, "I'll keep an eye on Li Zheng, and I'll leave Yujing to you, who is that?"

"Oh..." Xu Mengxi greeted Lin Yujing.

"Hmm." Lin Yujing turned her head and stared, and immediately sent back to Li Zheng.

As soon as Li Zheng caught the ball, Jiang Qinghua rushed forward like a bull.

He was so frightened that he quickly passed the ball back to Lin Yujing.

Lin Yujing dribbled the ball twice, then passed it back: "Oh!"

Li Zheng lucked out and sent back.

Two people run forward, while you pass me, I pass you.

Staring back and forth, there were six or seven rounds in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Qinghua chased after him, but for some reason, his legs suddenly lost strength.

The game had obviously just begun.

He seemed to have heard the final whistle.

Every time Lin Yujing hit the ball hard, his heart seemed to be stabbed.

Every time Li Zheng returned a pass, he seemed to be a little shorter.

Running and running, he couldn't run anymore.

When the response comes.

He has been left behind by the two.

"Ah..." Jiang Qinghua looked back in a daze.

Stupid.

Li Zheng and Lin Yujing seemed to be in slow motion.

tacit understanding, warm.

Still flirtatious.

He seems to have realized something.

pain.

it hurts.

Boom, swish.

Li Zheng scored an easy layup.

Needless to say, this attack was quite comfortable.

The fast-paced passing of the ball back and forth quickly dumped Jiang Qinghua.

This ball is fun.

"Good shot." Li Zheng said to Lin Yujing.

"Whew." Lin Yujing turned her head, hoping that Li Zheng would run out of energy soon.

Qiao Bixia pressed Liu Xin to grab the ball and threw it at Jiang Qinghua: "No way, Commander Jiang."

Bang.

Right in the middle of the mouth.

Jiang Qinghua didn't struggle and fell on his back.

"Hey?!"

Several people hurriedly gathered around.

However, Jiang Qinghua stared blankly at the sky, as if he didn't feel any pain in his body.