What if there are no inhibitors?

During the whole day on the 25th and the morning of the 26th, in the preliminary round, 12 teams competed cross-legged, and the top six teams with the most points advanced.

In the afternoon of the 26th and the morning of the 27th, knockout rounds plus semi-finals.

On the afternoon of the 27th, only one venue was used, and only one game was played, and that was the much-anticipated finals.

Song Zhiwei lived an unbearable sex period in the hotel, and the game here was not smooth.

The people from the No. [-] Middle School stumbled and stumbled into the finals, but on the other hand, the No. [-] Middle School led by He Shengze easily crushed and entered the finals steadily.

Song Zhiwei was always thinking about Han Lu and questioning him in the hotel——

What about the sheets? What about the sheets?

He was agitated.

As a result, the date of sex this time was half a day earlier than usual.

Noon on the 27th.

He finished his shower in the bathroom by the time his period was completely over and the bunny ears on his head were gone.

He was sitting on the sofa, rubbing the softness while tapping on his phone.

During this period, Han Lu did not call him once.

This detail is a bit heartwarming. --

In the circle of friends, Jian Chao posted a photo. In the photo, he was in the center, smiling and making comparisons.

The background is the changing room, a group of beautiful flesh/bodies.

The most conspicuous thing was Han Lu who was sitting in the back, he was bending over to tie his shoelaces, his side face was as stunning and beautiful as his front face.

Jian Chao wrote: "Master, we have reached the finals hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" ! !

A string of meaningless words, Song Zhiwei thought he would say according to his personality: Then let me write the new history of No. [-] Middle School, we are the new crown!

As a result, it was rare for the other party to keep a low profile this time.

However, it also disclosed a very important piece of information, Han Lu and the others reached the finals.

Song Zhiwei poked Ruanruan's chin: Ruanruan, do you want to see Big Brother Han Lu?

Ruanruan's two front legs hugged his thumb: I think so much.

Song Zhiwei got up: let's go.

When he had lunch and walked to the competition venue, the athletes were already in the backcourt, so Song Zhiwei didn't come forward to talk, and found an audience seat to sit down.

Jian Chao pressed his legs with a big movement, while Han Lu drank a bottle of water casually beside him.

A boy suddenly said in distress: "Han Lu, we are the ones who dragged you down."

The other boys came over, and someone agreed, "That's right."

Playing basketball is indeed not the strong point of the No. [-] high school bully. It is almost Han Lu who dragged them into the finals.

Most of the time, it was Han Lu's three-pointer to save the field.

If they were a little stronger, they wouldn't make Han Lu so tired.

Han Lu smiled: "Don't say that, we are a team. If we lose, no one will laugh at us. If we win, the No. [-] Middle School will be upset. Anyway, the pressure is not on our side. Play with peace of mind."

"You actually think so?" The boy was surprised.

Han Lu raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what should I think?"

There is nothing wrong with following the objective facts. He also wants to win, but before he wants to win, the psychological pressure of the players is very important. If he is afraid of the second middle school, it is impossible to win.The boy's mouth was bald: "I thought you must win He Shengze." It was a normal sentence at first, but the boy's expression was: It's over, it's over, I said the wrong thing.

Inadvertently, people realized that Han Lu and this No. [-] middle school player should have "enemies".

And the way He Shengze looked at Han Lu, with sharp eyes with a blade in his eyes, was really not easy to mess with.

Seeing them all frowning, Han Lu couldn't help laughing and said, "Use basketball to solve things on the basketball court, and I can solve other things by myself."

As soon as the words fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not because we let Han Lu be overwhelmed by the "rival in love".

Two in the afternoon.

The game officially begins.

Unlike other races that are played at the same time.

There was only this one finals. Countless parents and students from other schools gathered around. The scene was spectacular.

In the first half, No. [-] was always under pressure, but the gap was not too big.

The parents around Song Zhiwei who don't understand basketball talked a lot.

"There is a doll in the No. [-] middle school who is very good. Several people in the No. [-] middle school guard him. If they can't guard him, they will score in the No. [-] middle school."

"Most of the points in No. [-] Middle School were scored by him."

"Yeah, yeah, basically you just score when you throw the ball, can this baby play in the CBA?"

"You think too much. The students in the No. [-] middle school are either academic masters or rich in family. How can they let their children play basketball?"

The first half is over.

Seven points short of No. [-] middle school.

This is a score that is not too exaggerated, and Han Lu can catch up with two three-pointers.After all, there is still so much time left in the second half.

But if you want to get the seven points in the hands of No. [-] Middle School, it is a bit difficult.

According to the normal situation, there is basically no hope of winning the crown.

The whistle blew, and everyone walked towards the waiting area, with a bit of dejected expression on their faces. Although Jian Chao didn't say it on the surface, they all naively thought that they could write school history.

In the end, I was still taught to be a man by reality.

Han Lu was the most relaxed among them. He took a sip of mineral water in a leisurely manner.

Others were infected by him, and their mentality gradually stabilized.

It's not the end yet!Just do it!

The moment Han Lu raised his chin to drink water, he casually glanced at the auditorium, and suddenly stopped.

Song Zhiwei smiled obediently, and he made a mouth shape: "Come on—come on—"

Han Lu suddenly smiled brightly.

This smile is Cupid's arrow, which goes straight to their hearts.

The girl in front of Song Zhiwei screamed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Han Lu! Come on! My sister loves you."

"My sister loves you too." --

The people from No. [-] Middle School stared at him unkindly.

He Shengze saw Song Zhiwei in the crowd.He smiled brightly and well-behaved, completely different from the shy and cute smile in the past, like two people.

He also asked other junior high school students in No. [-] Middle School.

Those people didn't dare to say things against him on the surface, but they actually mocked him a little bit, hysterical, and said that Song Zhiwei had completely changed his appearance.

Why don't you tell your fortune?

After a short break, the second half begins.

In the 10-minute tug-of-war, neither of the two schools scored a goal.Always throw the ball -- block the shot.

Or throwing the ball -- not going in.

It's nothing to Yizhong.

It is indeed a deadly mockery of No. [-] Middle School.

He Shengze wanted to widen the gap in the competition, but the reality ran counter to his thinking. His complexion became worse and worse, and he became colder and colder.

The other No. [-] middle schools are also quite impetuous and angry. The No. [-] middle school has crushed their No. [-] middle schools in terms of performance, and now they are playing [-]-[-].

If they can't beat No. [-] Middle School, how about their face?

No. [-] Middle School is only good at Han Lu.Just guard against him.

But Han Lu is so damn annoying, it's like bringing a fan club to a game, but whenever he makes a three-pointer, the voices are much louder than ordinary people, which puts them under a lot of pressure.

No. [-] Middle School gets bigger and more impatient, but No. [-] Middle School has a stable mentality.

in such a state.

One point, one point, recovering the score! !

And the time came to the last 10 minutes!Two points behind one.

No. [-] Middle School is getting more and more anxious.They exchanged glances with each other, and they didn't want a crushing victory, as long as they could win the championship.The huge pressure made them sink, and the two sides never had a chance to pitch again.

Sweat dripped down everyone's face like rain, and some sweat remained on the eyelids, but it didn't make them dazzled.

In the last 3 minutes, everyone was exhausted, like two wild beasts fighting for territory, obviously bloodstained but fighting more and more energetically, because the victory or defeat is at this last moment!

The winner is king!

The loser is the bandit!

The last 30 seconds—Han Lu, who got the ball, made a feint for a second, and the three people in front of him moved at the same time and then stopped.

Han Lu couldn't get past this heavy line of defense, because everyone was wary of him.

With a dribble, Han Lu passed the ball to Jian Chao.

10 seconds - Jian Chao ran to the basket relying on flexible positioning.

8 seconds—Jian Chao took off.

"Stop him!!" The commander of the Second Middle School, He Shengze, roared with distorted face.

Three people take off at the same time to block the shot.

Like a big net covering Jian Chao.

The ball in Jian Chao's hand suddenly flew backwards.

3 seconds—Han Lu caught the ball and jumped one step away from the three-point line.

Time slowed down, the wind lifted Han Lu's shirt, and the shoelaces tied with bows were flying in the air like slow animals in anime.

One second - a beautiful three-point hollow ball! !

"Shh!!!"

The coach blows his whistle.

time up.The ball went in! !

Three points at the buzzer! ! !

The audience cheered, even though many people were not the backup force of No. [-] Middle School, they were all surprised by this Jedi counterattack! ! !

Han Lu turned around without a moment's pause and found Song Zhiwei in the crowd.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and their eyes met.

Song Zhiwei's heart was pounding.

——This whole house is for you, but you only have me in your eyes.

He Shengze uttered a "grass" abruptly, ignored the coach's words, and left the field.In fact, it doesn't matter whether you listen or not.

That just one more point represents the victory of No. [-] Middle School.

Who can't figure it out?

The physical education teacher leading the No. [-] Middle School rushed forward and hugged them wantonly.

After a while, the scene began to disperse.

Song Zhiwei now!immediately!special!I want to see Han Yul and share the joy with him.

He ran from the audience, across the basketball court, to the locker room.The whistling wind blew on his face and ears, and he fought bravely, as if he had won a battle.

As a result, there were only other boys from the school team in the locker room, some were standing and undressing, some were sitting and chatting.There was also the sound of rushing water from the shower room inside.

"Holy shit I'm sweating all over my jersey."

"Han Lu's last move is really amazing. If I were a girl, I'm afraid I'd fall in love with him."

"Of course, it's all in one throw. If you want to fight back, don't you think it's serious."

"It's amazing, his hands are so flirtatious, I guess I'll be so excited that I won't be able to sleep for several days."

It seems that everyone is there, but there is no Han Yul.

Song Zhiwei asked Jian Chao, "Where is Han Lu?"

Jian Chao was taking off his shoes, and he planned to go in for a shower. Hearing Song Zhiwei's question, he joked, "What? You only see Han Lu in your eyes, and I'm your roommate too! Why don't you ask Jian Chao?" ?”

Song Zhiwei twisted Jian Chao's back: "Tell me, where did he go?"

"Tsk" Jian Chao got up, put on and took off his shoes, "Come with me."

Jian Chao took Song Zhiwei around two bends, and Han Lu and Sun Duo stood at the end of the corridor.

Jian Chao smiled and leaned against the wall: "Here, where is it?"

Han Lu and Sun Duo seemed to be chatting about something, and they were quite happy.

Song Zhiwei didn't dare to disturb him, he hesitated for a while, and asked, "What are they talking about?"

"How do I know, after all, they have known each other for so many years." Jian Chao winked.

Song Zhiwei frowned: "What do you want to say?"

"I didn't say anything."

At this time, Sun Duo didn't know what to say, and stomped his feet unhappily, apparently acting like a baby.

And Han Lu stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, very cool and handsome.

Song Zhiwei felt blessed for a moment: "You want to say that the person Han Lu likes is Sun Duo?"

Jian Chao changed his face in an instant: You know all this?Then he wanted to cover it up and said: "I didn't say anything."

Song Zhiwei gradually clenched his fist hanging by his side.

Jian Chao suddenly thought of the way Song Zhiwei was beating someone, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck: "I still have something to do, I'll slip away first."

Waited a while.

It seemed that Han Lu and Sun Duo were about to finish chatting, and they turned around.

Song Zhiwei was so frightened that he quickly hid to the side.

Anyway, he didn't want to see the intimate actions of the two.

Although it is exaggerated to say so, what he really thinks is that Han Yul should not fall in love.He always felt that Han Lu would not treat him so well if he fell in love.His tenderness, his jokes, and his excellence will all be given to another person.

In fact, he didn't want Han Lu to treat him well.Conversely, he is also willing to treat Han Lu presumptuously.

But the premise is that, like him, Han Lu must put the other party's memory first.

Han Lu walked back, was startled when he passed a corner, and looked towards Song Zhiwei: "Why are you hiding here?"

Song Zhiwei looked behind him: "Where's Sun Duo?"

Sun Duo walked in another direction.

Han Lu's voice sank: "Why are you asking her?"

Look, look, when it comes to the person you like, even possessiveness is so obvious.

Song Zhiwei held back his sourness, pouted his neck and said: "Sun Duo is very beautiful, and his temperament is also very good. I also have a cheerful personality."--