Learning Demon Cultivation System

impossible.

Sports are Li Zheng's dead end.

Will this kind of person be the main force?

Impossible to kill.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoke's provocation, Li Zheng suffocated: "Are you here again?"

"It's you, it's just a change of look, don't be so bloated." Zhang Xiaoke raised his hand and said, "If you fail to meet the conditions, you will buy me Nutrition Express every day from now on."

"Teacher Tang just said not to do this."

"No more than three people will do."

"Hey, well, since you've brought it to your lips." Li Zheng said with his chin resting, "It's just...for a while, I really can't think of any value for you."

"Damn, my connections are all over the city's high schools, okay?" Zhang Xiaoke waved his hand, "Then save up for now and talk about it when you think about it."

"Alright." Li Zheng gestured, "Before, in a high school sophomore basketball game, the average unilateral score was about 35 points. Can I win as long as I score 12 points?"

Looking at him, Zhang Xiaoke panicked: "Ten...sixteen points..."

"fourteen."

"it is good!"

The two heads tilted, and no one paid attention to the other.

"Aqiu!!" Lin Yujing's symptoms continued.

……

At the same time as the bell rang for the end of the last get out of class in the morning, Tang Zhifei emerged from the door.

"The basketball game starts at 12:40."

"The teacher has prepared drinks and snacks."

"Everyone is going."

"The main force is going to eat quickly."

"Liu Xin, don't eat too much!"

The students rushed Wu Yang Wu Yang out of the classroom.

Li Zheng was also in a hurry.

It is best to wait half an hour after eating before moving.

Time is too tight.

Like last year, the school basketball game was played during the lunch break.

Among them, the second year of high school is arranged this week.

The competition system is a knockout round. Including two liberal arts classes, there are a total of eight teams. According to Lin Yujing's quick calculation, there will be seven games.

Matches are determined by drawing lots.

On Monday and Tuesday, two games are played at the same time every day at noon to determine the semi-finals.

On Wednesday, the two semi-finals are also played simultaneously to determine the duo.

Thursday, the finals.

Today's opponent is the same as last year, the second class.

Lost 28-31 last year.

Among them, Jiang Qinghua scored 22 points alone.

Today, it is time to avenge shame.

Of course, for Li Zheng, the vitality value is more important.

He will decide whether to unlock the "Wu Shuang" seal based on the number of spectators.

Once the seal is released, it will enter an infinite recovery state for 15 minutes.

Harvesting dozens of hours is certain.

But it is still very difficult to challenge 100.

……

Twelve twenty.

The main players of Class [-] and Class [-] have already arrived at the basketball court.

Looking at each other across the field, staring at each other.

Unlike Jiang Qinghua, who was outstanding in the fourth class, the level of the second class was relatively average.

The only thing that stood out was their captain, a tall power forward.

In basketball, he was on par with Jiang Qinghua.

In study, he is even more inseparable from Liu Xin.

He was Ling Shijie, the big boss who missed two of the monthly exams and was on the verge of being dismissed at any time.

It's different from Jiang Qinghua's sunny, occasionally gloomy handsome guy.

The word "ruffian" was written all over his face.

The hair is slightly long, and it has been permed into a small curl, so it is called a natural curl.

There is no doubt that he is the kind of person that Li Zheng can never get within 20 meters.

He was also the kind of person Li Zheng imagined he would eventually become after taking the degenerate mission route.

Ling Shijie squatted in front of the formation, his arms drooping to his knees, squinting at the opposite side.

His teammates naturally stood behind him, with the air of a big brother and a little brother.

"Humph."

Ling Shijie looked at the members of the fourth class who were warming up and laughed out loud.

"The fourth class is the most rubbish except for the liberal arts class."

"These idiots have a tactic - pass the ball to Jiang Qinghua."

"Jiang Qinghua can indeed."

"I've already fucking wanted to do him too."

As he spoke, he spat, turned his head and pouted at a dark cropped man: "Jiang Qinghua will leave it to you, is it okay, ooze monster?"

The inch-cut boy nodded steadily without saying a word.

He looks stupid, and he has a bit of the demeanor of the film and television character "Xu Sanduo".

Of course, his nickname is not for nothing.

His strength is actually extremely terrifying. He has only played for less than a year, but he has already become the main force of the class.

Unlike other players, his offensive ability is 0, and all his energy is only used for defense.

A person, once marked by him.

No matter if the ball is touched or not, no matter where you are, no matter who is attacking and who is defending.

He's 100% sticky, tight, and disgusting like super sticky snot that can't be shaken off.

Hence the name - ooze monster.

His marking like this would drive the opponent to a mental breakdown almost every time, cursing and even fighting while trying to get rid of him.

After all, everyone is here to play basketball.

Only him, the excitement is very strange, it seems that clinging to someone and crippling him will make him happy.

In the basketball game in the first year of high school last year, Class Two had already won before he came out of the mountain.

Now, the boys in the second class feel that they are sure to win.

Chapter 64

On the other side, across the field.

Jiang Qinghua Jiang guides Jiangshan.

"This year, we play dual-core."

"Two points in the front court, me and Li Zheng."

"Chen Sen waited for the opportunity to hit the ball, Oil Drum got stuck on the rebound, and Liu Yonghui ran more."

"Last year, I was just unlucky and lost by three points."

"With the addition of the secret weapon Li Zheng this year, we will surely win."

When everyone heard the words, they were also full of momentum, and victory seemed to be in their pockets.

But Jiang directed himself, but looked at the opposite side with some worry.

Ling Shijie was also staring at him.

Jiang Qinghua shuddered, and hurriedly turned around again.

After all, he is a good student, but he is still afraid of this.

Last year, he was facing off against Ling Shijie, and he often got elbowed or something. That guy swung his elbow and came straight at his face.

Or, hand him over to Li Zheng for defense...

Let this kid suffer a bit too.

As soon as Jiang Qinghua had this idea, he erased it again.

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

Li Zheng couldn't stand Ling Shijie's style of play.

That's why I can bear it myself.

He took a breath and continued.

"This year, it's still matchup defense."

"I'm following Ling Shijie."

"Others find their own match."

"Li Zheng, stare at the man with glasses."

Li Zheng raised his hand and said, "I haven't played the whole game, so I should run a lot, and my physical fitness can't last long, or I'll play for 7 minutes in the first half, then rest, and then decide on the follow-up arrangement at halftime. "

"Yes." Jiang Qinghua looked at the substitute, "Warm up at any time and prepare to replace Li Zheng."

Just as he was talking, Zhang Xiaoke trotted over with a big bag of drinks.

"Buy... I bought it..." Panting heavily, she handed the bag to Li Zheng.

"It's too slow." Li Zheng hurriedly took out a can of Red Bull in a blue bottle, and started to drink it.

Looking at Li Zheng, everyone was envious.

It's nice to have school slaves.

"Are you... really the main force?" Zhang Xiaoke wiped off his sweat, feeling a little faint.

"Hehe, your master is so strong that he is Mitsui Shou from our fourth class." Jiang Qinghua laughed, "The problem is the same as Mitsui Shou, middle-aged man's strength."

"Hahaha."

Li Zheng himself laughed too: "I'm practicing now."

Zhang Xiaoke was startled suddenly: "Ah, that person is from our school?"

Following her gaze, Ling Shijie was squatting on the sidelines chatting with someone.