Fast Travel: Black Moonlight: She got the Counterattack strategy script

After school.

[The other missionaries you mentioned are nearby? 】

Yu Xin reluctantly followed the address given by the system and came to a dilapidated playground. She stood on the uphill side and squinted down. There were overgrown weeds, moss everywhere, and the old basketball hoop was also in tatters.

Yu Xin suspected that the system had lied to her. Even the driver didn't know where this stupid place was. The system didn't even have a map, so she spent 50 yuan to go around with the driver. Show her this?

Yu Xin rolled his eyes.

"Ah-"

The sound of the car in front suddenly stopped.

There is a situation!

Yu Xin's eyes lit up, and he hid secretly to take a closer look. Several motorcycles and electric vehicles were parked below.

"System, which one below is your accomplice?"

[It is too far away to be detected. 】

Not detected?

Yu Xin visually measured the distance. Well, it was indeed a bit far.Thinking about it, she walked towards another downhill direction, slowly groped towards the crowd below and hid in a corner, but before she could ask again, she was stunned when she saw the people surrounded.

"Why is this heroine here? Didn't she leave with Jiang Zhiting as soon as school was over? What is going on in this situation?!"

The playground below.

Everyone who got off the car was divided into two groups. Jiang Zhiting grabbed Lu Jiao's schoolbag and pulled them behind him.

"Wait a minute, let's start when Brother Chi comes! I want to see who is better in your No. [-] Middle School or our No. [-] Middle School!" Jiang Zhiting snorted and glanced at the people opposite him with contempt.

"What are you talking about? You will suffer when our brother Heng comes! Be wise and admit defeat now!"

The guy from the No.[-] Middle School on the opposite side couldn't help but choked in amusement when he saw his proud look. Jiang Zhiting didn't make any more concessions and followed suit. After going back and forth, the guy from the No.[-] Middle School had obviously fallen behind.

Jiang Zhiting became more and more complacent when he saw that he had the upper hand.

Lu Jiao, who was watching silently from behind: "..."

That's it for the chicken fights in elementary school.

I want to go back to eat and sleep.

They were supposed to go back as soon as school was over, but who knew they were stopped just a few steps out of the school gate.

When I heard it, it turned out that the No. [-] Middle School and the No. [-] Middle School made a bet to have a basketball game, and then the losing side would have to admit that its skills were poor and would have to pay for the winning side’s team members’ food expenses for a month.

When Jiang Zhiting heard the words 'food expenses', he followed her immediately. Lu Jiao didn't want to think about it and just wanted to go back to sleep. However, the helpless and stubborn Jiang Zhiting didn't trust her and dragged her into the car.

Lu Jiao pinched her earlobe and then reached out to pull Jiang Zhiting back, who was still talking. Then she stepped forward to interrupt their conversation.

"When does it begin?"

"We haven't finished yet. What can we do?" People in No. [-] Middle School had noticed her a long time ago. They heard that Jiang Zhiting had a younger sister, but they didn't know that she was so beautiful!

Everyone took a few more furtive glances.

"You can't go back until after the competition?" Lu Jiao looked at the leader opposite and saw him nodding and asked: "What competition? How to compete?"

When Jiang Zhiting heard something was wrong, he pulled her over and asked, "Why are you asking these questions? Let's just wait. I just sent a message asking that our people will be here in a moment, and the people from their No. [-] Middle School haven't arrived yet." Woolen cloth."

As he spoke, a voice suddenly broke through.

Everyone looked over, and the people from No. [-] Middle School waved their hands when they saw who it was.

"Brother Heng! Here!"

Guan Heng stopped the car coolly, threw his school uniform jacket over his shoulders, with a charming smile on his lips, a high nose, and a handsome profile. When he looked over, his eyebrows seemed to be raised.

Lu Jiao: "..." Why does it feel a bit artificial for no reason?

"Who is this?" she asked.

Jiang Zhiting: "Guan Heng, the president of the basketball club of No. [-] Middle School, he is the one they are waiting for!"

"Great?"

Jiang Zhiting whispered: "I have won many awards! Anyway, I can't beat him. The only one who can beat me is Gu Qingfeng."

Lu Jiao raised her eyebrows: "Why haven't our people arrived yet?" Everyone has come, and there are only two of them here!Is this effect so slow? !

When can I go back to eat?

It's already 05:30...

Forget it, don't wait.

When someone approached, Lu Jiao immediately said: "Compete for what? Let's compete now!"

Hurry up and finish the competition and go home for dinner.

Jiang Zhiting: "...?"

Crowd: ? ? ?

Guan Heng was also obviously stunned. Why was the plot different from what he thought?

At the basketball court.

Lu Jiao and Guan Heng stood face to face.

Guan Heng held the basketball and asked Lu Jiao with a bright smile: "How about this one-on-one match is based on offense. Five goals will determine the outcome. Three-pointers will count as two goals?"

Lu Jiao was about to respond to Jiang Zhiting and grabbed her: "Don't be too hasty to respond, auntie! I tell you I can't beat him!" If he loses a month's money, who will pay for it?

Wasn't he the one who came out in the end? !Where did he get the money? !

"Who said you competed with him? I competed with him." Lu Jiao said it lightly, and everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

"Don't be ridiculous! How can you, a girl, compare yourself to a boy?!" Jiang Zhiting hurriedly teased her.

The basketball in Guan Heng's hand was snatched away before he could react. Lu Jiao glanced around and said with a smile: "Clear the court."

She spoke clearly, and although she was smiling, the words she spoke made everyone present feel an unquestionable aura, and everyone subconsciously withdrew from their seats.

Lu Jiao was very satisfied. She slapped the basketball a few times and asked Guan Heng, "Are you defending or attacking?"

Guan Heng couldn't help but become interested. He gave Lu Jiao a flirtatious smile and said, "You go first."

"Row!"

After saying that, Lu Jiao quickly dribbled the ball over. Guan Heng immediately smiled and went to defend. He obviously didn't care about Lu Jiao playing with him, but he was indeed good at playing basketball, so he followed suit. One goal

After seeing Lu Jiao actually score two points and then score a three-pointer, Guan Heng couldn't help but stop laughing, and looked at Lu Jiao in front of him and couldn't help but become serious.

Three points count as two goals, and Lu Jiao has already scored three goals.

He suddenly discovered something just now.

The girl in front of me really knows how to play, and...

He also realized a problem.

That is what is called a "heroine's halo".

When Guan Heng attacked and swatted the ball to avoid Lu Jiao grabbing the ball, he suddenly smiled and said: "You did have some tricks up your sleeve, but you still can't compare to my classmate Lu Jiao."

"Really?" Lu Jiao's eyes were smiling.

Guan Heng curled his lips, as if to prove it.

The next second, he jumped hard on his feet, raised his hand, raised his head and aimed intently, and suddenly threw the ball, successfully scoring a three-pointer.

There was a roar of cheers from the outfield.

After the ball fell, he quickly picked up the racket and hit Lu Jiao with an eyebrow raised in amusement: "Yes! Do you want to beat me, classmate Lu Jiao?"

Lu Jiao didn't want to talk nonsense with him and gave him a cold look. She used her petite body to quickly rush over to grab the ball. Then she avoided his defense and raised her head to stare before Guan Heng could react.

With a raise of his hand, the ball passed through an arc and was thrown into the three-pointer.

Five goals determine the outcome, and three goals count as two goals.

End of one on one.

Guan Heng: "..." Fuck!