My online enemy is my wife

Ma Zihua and the others couldn't afford to lose in the second quarter, but their mentality has been beaten badly, and it will be difficult to adjust back.

Ma Zihua lost the ball frequently, and listened to the comments outside the court. The more he wanted to play well to prove himself, the more his body and mind became disobedient. When Lao Hu snatched a ball again, his mentality completely exploded.

"Ma Zihua is dead, there is no need to pass the ball to him." Tang Yue, a sports specialist, glanced at Ma Zihua and gestured to the rest of the team.

The others froze for two seconds, then nodded to show that they understood.

Seeing Tang Yue's hand gesture with sharp eyes, Feng Ru's thin lips curled up into a mocking sneer, Feng Ru turned sideways and gestured to Lu Haoyu and the others.

A few minutes later, the audience gradually realized that Ma Zihua seemed to have become a transparent person. His teammates no longer passed the ball to him, and his opponents no longer defended him. He was obviously still running on the court with his teammates, but everyone ignored him.

Finally, when his teammates ignored him at the basket again and passed the ball to Tang Yue, Ma Zihua looked ashen and retreated to the edge of the court stiffly.

Seal or sneer, waste.

Ma Zihua's mentality broke down and he left the stage. Feng or took a look at Lao Hu. Lao Hu whistled lazily, wiped the sweat off his face, and retreated to the sidelines to rest.

The 5V5 game turned into 4V4 in the blink of an eye, and the audience was stunned.

"Fuck, what's going on, the game is going well, why is there a reduction in staff for no reason?"

"Ma Zihua's mentality has completely collapsed. His teammates have to give up on him. Will he continue to be a monkey?" Is your demeanor still very confident?"

"I don't know much about basketball, but why do I feel that the game is better if there is one player missing from each of them."

"It's not your illusion. Tang Yue and the others have regained their rhythm without a laggard. They played back and forth with the school bully. Of course, the game was exciting."

"I don't really want to talk if I understand it, but...Ma Zihua's mentality is really bad, how long have I been fighting, tsk."

"Why are you talking so much, I only know that the school bully is so fucking handsome today! Ahhhh, why didn't I know he was so handsome playing basketball, ah, this waist, these legs, I am, I am so amazing!"

"Ah ah ah ah, good ah, how can he be so handsome! Mom, I'm in love."

"I'm going to betray, really, the school bully is suddenly so handsome, I'm going to abandon the school bully and fall in love with him."

"You go to the iceberg, I still prefer the gentle and gentleman style of the school grass. It would be great if I could see his heroic performance."

"Don't dream, Yanqin is in a weak and sick state, how can he play basketball, I have never seen him on the court."

"You haven't seen it, how do you know he can't fight. Another lemon extract, nothing but sour."

"Hey, what's the fuss, I'm different. I love both school bully and school grass, and I love them both getting together even more."

After the two sides lost one person each, the game was more exciting and beautiful, and there were constant applause from the outside.

Although Feng or their team is aggressive, Tang Yue is very good at three-pointers. He seems to be able to make shots from any angle. He has been biting the score with a slight gap of 1 or 2 points. In the last 2 minutes of the game, he It even surpassed by 1 point.

There was a burst of cheers from Class One and Class Seven, as if they had already decided that they were the winners of this competition.

Feng Or pursed his lips. If the game entered the third quarter, Ma Zihua and the others could save some face, but Feng Or didn't want to give him even a little bit of face.

He's just so mean.

Yanqin is so good, you, Ma Zihua, dare to step on him and praise others even if you are nothing.

In the last minute of the game, Feng or a dodge intercepted the ball from the opposing defender, and rushed to the basket with the ball.

Tang Yue had long been guarding against Feng He's final counterattack. Relying on his physical advantage, he raised his hands high and stood in front of Feng He, not giving Feng He any chance to shoot.The two are about the same height, and if Feng Fu throws the ball rashly, there is a high probability that he will be blocked by the opponent.

Seeing that the time was getting shorter and shorter, Feng or tried twice, but failed to deceive Tang Yue with fake moves. Just when the referee's physical education teacher was about to blow his whistle, Feng or took the ball and did not advance but retreated. After pulling away a little, knees bent slightly, he bounced back and threw the ball high with both hands.

With a pop, the basketball fell into the basket.

Fadeback jumper.

This is Jordan's stunt.

"I'm in a hurry... This is so fucking handsome!"

"Ahhhh... I'm so handsome!!!"

"Fallback jumper, slam dunk, fuck/he/mother, Brother Feng is so handsome!"

"My Brother Feng, No. [-] A in the third middle school, don't accept it!"

"Mom!!!"

"The game is over!" The physical education teacher blew his whistle, announcing that they had won the game 2-0.

There was a silence outside the arena, and then roaring applause broke out. Even the girls who couldn't understand the game screamed crazily.

"Fuck, Brother Feng, your last shot is so fucking handsome. When did you practice the fadeaway jumper?" Lu Haoyu rushed over, excited. His idol is Jordan, and he wanted to practice this signature in his dreams. stunt.

"My Brother Feng is awesome. Not only did he shave Ma Zihua's bald head, making him scoreless, but he also won the game 2-0. With his level, if he wants to enter the school team, he can't even be a substitute. "Old Hu said loudly on purpose, and Ma Zihua's face turned completely pale when he heard this.

Facing the cheers of the crowd, Feng Or still had the same cold expression. He glanced at Ma Zihua, his peach eyes were half a smile, his thin lips were slightly hooked, cold and mocking, "Remember the bet, keep your mouth clean in the future point."

Ma Zihua's face turned pale and pale for a while, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

After playing two games in a row, everyone was sweating profusely, and it was so hot that they went to the basketball hoop to get their coats, and discussed going to the supermarket to buy ice water to drink.

Feng You picked up his coat, made sure that Yanqin's cell phone in his pocket was not bumped, and said, "I'm treating you, you can do whatever you want..."

"..." Looking at the person standing by the basketball hoop at some time, Feng You suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

"The weather hasn't warmed up yet. Drinking ice water is easy to cause accidents. Drink this." Yanqin carried a bag of sports drinks and said with a smile, "I'll treat you for you. It's okay, classmate Feng."

Frozen or stunned, ears began to feel hot.

When did Yanqin come? !

He saw himself playing... he didn't see that fadeaway at the end, did he? !Feng Or couldn't help being ashamed. The fadeaway jump shot was Yanqin's favorite and best shooting skill, and he practiced it quietly for a long time.

"No, no problem, you... When did you come?" The cold and mocking expression on Feng Or's face disappeared instantly, and he stammered.

"Well... when you first met." Yan Qin smiled.

Lu Haoyu and the others stared dumbfounded at the school bully who had been yelled "No. [-] A in the third high school" by the audience just now. The human-shaped refrigerator that had been exuding air-conditioning all over his body suddenly malfunctioned. He explained, "I, I didn't fight, I just played..."

Is this a hallucination?

Lu Haoyu remembered the chat content of the bunch of rotten girls in the post on the school post bar, his throat rolled, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Milk fierce, can this label really be attached to Brother Feng?

"I saw it." Yanqin handed the drink to Lu Haoyu and the others, "You guys played really well, the game was very exciting."

Lu Haoyu was very flattered, and Lao Hu also showed joy.They have all seen Yanqin's majesty in the barbecue restaurant, the shadow of a famous tree, being praised by such a big boss makes them more proud than the cheers of the audience.

"Of course, Brother Feng is the undoubted MVP, the best player in the audience." Yan Qin approached Feng He, handed him the cup of silk tofu milk tea, and said in a low voice, "You remember our agreement, I am very happy."

Feng Ru raised his eyes to take a quick look at Yan Qin, then lowered his eyes to look at the word "tofu" on the milk tea in his hand...the tips of his ears continued to feel hot.

Yanqin remembered his preferences.

"Haha, that's right, our brother Feng is definitely the MVP."

"Brother Lang, did you see Brother Feng's slam dunk? It's so handsome!"

"If you want me to say that the fadeaway jumper is the best, I'm dreaming... Hiss!" Lu Haoyu was drinking water and still didn't forget to speak, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot, and Feng Or stepped hard on his instep.

"Drink the water and don't talk." Feng You said indifferently.

"..." Lu Haoyu didn't know what he said wrong, but he knew how to read his face, shut up silently and drink water honestly.

But a person like Lu Haoyu really couldn't keep his mouth shut. He suddenly remembered something, turned his head and shouted to Ma Zihua and others who were drinking water and resting not far away, "Ma Zihua, hurry up, tell me loudly, you Who is daddy?"

Ma Zihua's mentality collapsed at first, but his face turned green when he heard Lu Haoyu's words.The spectators around the stadium hadn't left much, and shouting "Lu Haoyu is my father" in front of so many people, he really didn't have to come to school.

The audience who hadn't dispersed didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and shouted, "I'd like to admit defeat, Ma Zihua, you don't mean to deny it, do you?"

"That's right, Ma Zihua, tell me who your father is."

"Hey, Ma Zihua, you wouldn't be so cowardly, you weren't like this before the game."

It's also Ma Zihua who offended many people with his bad mouth, and he played really ugly in the game, otherwise there would not be so many people booing.

There were more and more booing, Ma Zihua gritted his teeth and said nothing, but Tang Yue and others who were standing with him were ashamed.Boys of their age have high self-esteem and thin skin. Seeing Ma Zihua's dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water and wants to deny it, he is a little ashamed to be with him.

"Ma Zihua, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. Don't lose your face if you lose the game. Shout!" Tang Yue is also a typical Jianghu man, honest and loyal. He can see it from the fact that he can help Ma Zihua play games out of the friendship of his classmates. come out.

"In front of so many people, it would be even more embarrassing if you repent and don't shout, Ma Zihua, please shout." The boy who played the game with him persuaded.

"It's easy to say, but it's not you who shouted. It's my brother, and now he's helping the school bullies force me."

Ma Zihua's face was distorted. Thinking of Tang Yue's abandonment of him, he speculated viciously, "Hehe, you suddenly didn't pass the ball to me in the second quarter and forced me to leave the field. The other party immediately followed suit. Now it seems that it must be you Collude, play a nice fake game to protect yourself, and then wait to see my jokes."

There are always such people in the world. Once something happens, it will always be someone else who is at fault, and you are the innocent victim.

"You..." Tang Yue was startled by Ma Zihua's shamelessness.

"That's right, even if the official members of the school team lose, they have to lose well..." Ma Zihua sneered.

"Fuck/Your uncle, you fucking say it again?!" Tang Yue was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up, and he punched Ma Zihua.

After being punched firmly, Ma Zihua became more and more convinced that he was the victim, and rushed forward with red eyes to wrestle with Tang Yue.

The onlookers were stunned and couldn't figure out why Ma Zihua and Tang Yue suddenly had an internal strife. The physical education teacher who was the referee was also frightened, and he rushed over to pull them apart.But both of them were strong, so he didn't pull them away for a while.

"Fuck, are they really fighting? Could it be that Ma Zihua wanted to deny that he was deliberately acting?" Lu Haoyu was amazed.

"It doesn't look like it. Why did you suddenly start fighting? Blame your teammates for losing? That's too grandson." After talking, Lao Hu laughed himself.

Feng Yu didn't speak, but thought in his heart that Ma Zihua really deserved a beating, he didn't even make a move and was finally beaten.

"Okay, since they started fighting on their own, let's make the bet. Before Ultraman comes, let's go." Yan Qin shook his head.

When Lu Haoyu and others heard this, they also felt that running away was the right way. If Ultraman came, even if they didn't fight, they would be caught and scolded at the teaching office, because they skipped another class to play a ball game.

The basketball court was surrounded by a separate iron net. Yanqin and the others were about to leave the court, just passing by the direction where Ma Zihua and the others were fighting.

Ma Zihua was knocked to the ground by a punch, looked up just in time to see Feng He and others passing by.He resented and blamed his teammates, but even more resented Feng He for being in the limelight. He didn't even want to grab the basketball at his feet and throw it in Feng He's direction.

There were still many people by the side of the court, and a girl couldn't help screaming when she saw it, "Shut up or be careful!!!"

Feng Or turned his head subconsciously when he heard the movement, seeing the ball getting closer and closer to him, but he was exhausted just after the game, and his body couldn't react for a while.

Seeing that the basketball was about to hit his face, a bony palm spread across his face, and at the same time Feng Or was pulled back by a strong force.

"Snapped!"

Yan Qin firmly caught the basketball with one hand, and blocked Feng or behind him with the other.

"Hit someone with the ball?" Yan Qin narrowed his eyes and said calmly.