Learning Demon Cultivation System

The score is 29:31.

It was tied by two points.

There are still 5 minutes until the end of the game.

Everyone in the audience moved a little slower, as if trapped in a quagmire.

Physical strength has bottomed out.

Li Zheng's technical movements were inevitably deformed.

Even if he rested for a short half-time and deliberately reserved, he was a little out of breath at this time, and his legs were so sore that they were numb.

He stood in his own defensive area, his eyes were a little dazzled, and everything flickered.

But he has to stay here.

In class two's attack, the ball was passed back and forth, and finally it was in Ling Shijie's hands.

Ling Shijie took a deep breath and dribbled the ball towards Li Zheng's area.

Li Zheng breathed out, dragging his feet and trying to defend.

He could feel that Ling Shijie's dribbling movements were a little different from before.

It seems determined to break in.

No matter how tired Li Zheng was, he couldn't make his wish come true, so he could only face him to death.

Seeing that the route was blocked, Ling Shijie dribbled the ball with his back and squeezed in against Li Zheng.

Li Zheng's body was far inferior to his, but he did not give in, he gritted his teeth and resisted.

Who would have thought that a person like Li Zheng would have such a day.

In order to win the class competition, I put my life into it.

The female classmates on the sidelines were almost in tears.

"Li Zheng!! Come on!!"

"Ahhh Li Zheng!!!!"

Ling Shijie tried his best to push it in for seven or eight seconds, but he couldn't eat it.

Seeing that the attack time is running out.

He glanced at the scoreboard.

"Damn it..." Ling Shijie gritted his teeth, suddenly grabbed the ball with both hands, raised his arms high, turned around and threw his elbows suddenly.

With this flick, the tip of his elbow hit Li Zheng's nose.

Before Li Zheng felt the pain, his eyes turned dark.

The body fell backwards uncontrollably.

He fell down heavily.

Only then did the pain invade his head.

Then there was a fishy smell.

"Doo!" Teacher Wang ran over with a loud voice, "Ling Shijie, you can't fucking hit me anymore!"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't press my elbow." Ling Shijie smiled and stretched out his hand, "It's okay, brother."

When he leaned over, he was startled.

Li Zheng's face was covered with blood.

Still dripping from the nostrils.

"Old Wang, take care of me!" Qiao Bixia yelled from afar, "Isn't this considered a serious foul? This should be a penalty!"

The cheerleaders from the classes on both sides also shouted.

"Really... really didn't mean it..." Ling Shijie squatted beside Li Zheng, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up, "A little nosebleed is not a problem... Don't pretend, get up quickly..."

But Jiang Qinghua rushed over with red eyes and overthrew Ling Shijie: "You pretend to be a fucking grandson!"

Liu Xin also quickly helped Li Zheng up: "Brother Li, hold on, let's go to the hospital right away."

"It's okay..." Li Zheng wiped his nose, shook off the blood stains on his hands and barely stood up straight.

The pain in the bridge of the nose passed quickly, but the head was still a little heavy and the legs were softer.

"Okay!" Liu Xin helped Li Zheng to the sidelines, "Your legs are weak, stop the bleeding first."

While supporting Li Zheng, he turned to Ling Shijie with red eyes: "Fuck you..."

On the court, Jiang Qinghua pulled up Ling Shijie's collar: "You fucking get out of the court on your own accord!"

"Why?" Ling Shijie also pulled his collar to show the physical education teacher, "Teacher, how do you say this, is it a serious foul?"

Physical education teacher Wang pushed the two of them away with all his strength and blocked them in the middle.

"Ling Shijie, send him off!"

"Class four serve!"

"Whoever fouls again will be directly judged as a loser."

"If you two continue to entangle, you will both lose."

This penalty made Jiang Qinghua feel better.

Pulled by Chen Sen and Liu Yonghui, he temporarily swallowed his breath.

Ling Shijie snorted, spat, turned around and confessed to his team members: "I'll get rid of that kid, and then we'll fight as a team. As long as Jiang Qinghua doesn't let go, we will win."

There was some resistance in the eyes of the team members, but they didn't dare to say anything in front of Ling Shijie.

The whistle sounded, the game continued, the substitute temporarily replaced Li Zheng, and Liu Xin had to return to the field first.

Watching the game start again, Li Zheng just stood on the sidelines in a daze.

Accompanied by that nosebleed, he took a breath, and seemed to let it out.

Difficulty lifting feet.

He felt hands wiping the blood and someone plugging his nostrils.

It's a mess, and I don't know who it is.

Chapter 69 They Give Too Much

Although Li Zheng was in a daze, he could hear someone's voice clearly.

"Master." Zhang Xiaoke burst into tears, "Hold on, Master."

"Stay there..." Li Zheng waved his hands weakly, "It's just a nosebleed."

"Don't move." Tang Zhifei couldn't care less about the field at this time, straightened Li Zheng's face with both hands, and looked carefully, "The bridge of the nose should not be broken, first follow me to the teacher in the infirmary, and decide whether to go to the hospital according to the situation."

"It's okay... Teacher Tang..." Li Zheng raised his hand and touched his nose, then squeezed his eyes a few times, trying to focus on the game on the field, "The bleeding has stopped, you can play."

"Okay, don't worry about the game." Tang Zhifei pulled him to leave.

"It's okay, I have to play to the full." Li Zheng glanced at the status silently.

【Total speed: 625.2↑↑】

[Remaining time: 04:25]

More than 600?

Only then did he realize that there were not many people watching the game at this time.

All the girls looked at Li Zheng distressedly.

Li Zheng suddenly realized.

Could it be that he was injured in a fierce battle, and there is also a bonus for flirting with girls?

Then shed a little more blood, so everyone can see clearly——

What, fuck, is called a macho.

Tang Zhifei couldn't hold him back, so he had to ask the deputy squad leader to call the teacher in the infirmary to get a tampon or something first.

Li Zheng also seized the time, drank water, and watched the situation nervously. It was a point to recover a bit of blood.

On the field.

Bang!

Liu Yonghui failed in the CIC.

With Li Zheng's blood on his hands, Liu Xin insisted on grabbing the rebound.

At this moment, he has lost his mind, regardless of 21 [-], he made a strong shot from the inside.

Bang!

He was blocked by the big center on the opposite side.

Accompanied by the sound of regret, the second class launched a quick attack again.

Even though Qiao Bixia and Xu Mengxi yelled at the defense, the people in Class [-] were still slow.

Jiang Qinghua was not slow, but he was stuck by the ooze monster, and his running position was as sticky as mud.

With Li Zheng's end, the rhythm gave way again.

When I saw the new power forward in the second class was about to make a layup.

"Beep!" Teacher Wang blew the whistle violently, and cursed at Jiang Qinghua, "You want to directly judge the loser, don't you?"

Only then did everyone realize that in desperation, Jiang Qinghua simply pushed the ooze monster.

Forced foul.

"This is a tactical foul, Mr. Wang." Jiang Qinghua wiped his mouth and said, "This is how it is played in professional games."

Teacher Wang was so angry that his teeth itched.

The guy should have been sent off on the spot.

But he thought of his brother Qiao Sheng's entrustment.

I dare not.

"Warning, it's the last time." Teacher Wang blew his whistle again, "Class [-] free throw!"

Jiang Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Li Zheng on the sidelines.

Li Zheng nodded steadily.

Good job Lao Jiang.

Tactical fouls are a technique that can also be used in professional leagues. They are intended to delay time, and would rather allow the opponent to make free throws than fight for sports opportunities.

This is a dirty trick when the rules allow it.

Jiang Qinghua's move came at the right time. After a minute or two, Li Zheng stopped the bleeding, and he was another hunk.

Li Zheng also tried a little jump on the sidelines.

Can't jump at all.

Damn, this body.

I really shouldn't skip gym class.

Watching the countdown get closer and closer.

He is anxious, but also powerless.

Can't wait for time to stop.

Sudden.

"Aqiu!!!"