Respect is worse than resignation

Cheng Xuebei held the excited Yang Ke tightly while looking for Yin Yiming in the chaotic arena.

I saw that the tallest members of the civil engineering team were jointly intercepting Yin Yiming from near the midfield.

Cheng Xuebei was shocked, and subconsciously tightened the arms around Yang Ke's waist.

Relying on the advantage of height and strength, the opponent double-teamed from left to right, even if he couldn't grab the ball, Yin Yiming would still have to smash it into a photo. The stretcher team needs to prepare quickly...

The hearts of the audience were all in their throats, but Yin Yiming seemed to have not seen his opponent, maintaining the established offensive movements and routes, with a calm face.

"Wow, how does this work!!!"

Yang Ke was jumping anxiously on the table in the stands, but saw two construction team members, looking determined to win, rushed towards Yin Yiming aggressively.

The two students charged too hard and collided into one ball at once, and almost at the moment before the collision, the basketball passed through the gap between the four arms of the two of them, crossed a beautiful parabola, and swished into the basket. Only the red and white Nets trembled slowly.

"Good shot!!!" "Wow!!!" "Damn!!!"

Cheers erupted from all corners of the stand, forming a powerful sound wave that swept the audience, and the atmosphere was pushed to a peak in an instant. It could not be calm for a long time, and even the referee on duty was a little stunned.

"Where is Yin Yiming, who is Beibei Beibei, Yin Yiming was knocked flat, and I can't find it at all."

Yang Ke stared at the hundreds of degrees of myopia and looked around for Yin Yiming's trace, running around in a panic.

The table in the stands was strenuous and shook slightly. Cheng Xuebei couldn't stand the feeling of fear anymore, so she forcibly carried Yang Ke off the table, "Yin Yiming is fine, but I should take you to get a new pair later. Glasses. Don’t worry about others if you’re blind, if you fall off, you’ll be honest.”

Yang Ke followed the direction pointed by Cheng Xuebei, and happened to see Yin Yiming, who was holding her head in her hands and slowly recovering from a half-squatting position to an upright position.

"Good job! It's all right. Beibei, go and buy me a yoyomei-flavored sorbet, I want to suppress my shock."

Cheng Xuebei: "..."

There are many ways and excuses for begging for feeding, but the one from Yang is always the most sci-fi one.

"Student, are you okay?" Yin Yiming looked at a construction team member beside him, and found that she had been covering her left eye, and was immediately worried.

The injured construction team members bowed their heads and did not speak, but the captain of the construction team became a little restless, and stepped forward suddenly, pushing Yin Yiming's shoulder.

Yin Yiming raised his breath subconsciously, dodged, and the civil engineering team leader pushed the ground, directly hitting the referee who came to check the situation.

The little fresh meat from the sports department lay on the gun innocently, and began to dissuade him dumbfounded.Yin Yiming seemed very unaccustomed to such a fierce scene, frowning immaturely and staring aside.

Cheng Xuebei and Yang Ke were filled with righteous indignation, and suddenly heard someone behind them seriously comment: "No, no, I can't afford to lose at all. I'm still the leader of the first team. How can I trample on sportsmanship like this!"

"Wenxi!!??"

Yang Ke opened his eyes wide, "I am a god, Teacher Wen, you should be in class now, you are a teacher, you actually skipped class?"

"Oh, oh, is that right, I have class today?" Wen Xi took out her mobile phone very calmly, and looked at the electronic timetable very seriously.

Cheng Xuebei was so shocked that her eyes split open, "What kind of international jokes are you making? You can forget about it. As a teacher, you forget to go to class. Is this one of the teaching accidents? No, didn't you come here just now, did you say to go back to work? "

Wen Xi couldn't pretend anymore, so she made a grimace, "I discussed it with the students who just came to class, and changed it to make up during evening self-study. Now that the tide has been turned back, let's bring everyone here and enjoy the victory joy."

All the students who came behind Wenxi expressed their agreement with a smile on their faces, adjusted their volumes, and expressed solidarity with their team members. The uniform cheering slogans and self-made small slogans were really shocking.

Cheng Xuebei pulled Yang Ke's sleeve silently, and conveyed a suspicious message with her eyes: Wen Xi didn't go to coordinate the class change at all, she just went to organize a professional cheerleading team and come back!

Yang Ke silently took out his favorite Yoyomei and gave it to Cheng Xuebei to appease her: Do you still need to analyze it!

If there is only one truth, this is it!

After a short period of confusion, the game finally entered the countdown stage. The originally strong lead was instantly wiped out. In addition, the captain left the field with six fouls, and the morale of Civil Construction was hit.

Poor Yin Yiming is still the key defensive target, attracting most of the opponent's attention, but she no longer spends her time on attacking independently, but uses her amazing speed to intersperse in various defensive loopholes, frequently assists, and creates a sense of security for her teammates. Very good shot.

In the last ten seconds, facing the scoreboard that was already far ahead, the entire financial scene began to count down in unison, and the waves of shouts resonated with boiling emotions.The physically exhausted team members finally relaxed and hugged affectionately to celebrate.

"Win!!! Beibei, wow, we actually won!!!"

"What is unexpectedly, pay attention to your wording, don't destroy my financial prestige."

"Yes, yes, I made a mistake. My lord, you are so majestic, why don't you hurry up and get ready to ascend the throne, the dragon robe is ready."

"Pfft, it's because of your poor mouth."

"Hey, happy to win."

Yin Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief after the final whistle, silently bypassed his teammates and classmates who were celebrating, slipped to the sidelines alone, and happened to bump into Yang Ke and Cheng Xuebei who were forgetting their feelings.

Squad leader Cheng Da was relying on his height to hug the frisky Yang Ke and turned around in a circle. Yang Ke didn't show any weakness, and directly pressed a kiss on the cheek of the squad leader.

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this... this this... this...

Yin Yiming took a step back and was inexplicably shy. He blushed and turned around to slip away from the crowd, but he saw Wen Xi tilting his head not far away and looking at her with a half-smile, and finally blinked thoughtfully.

"Little hero who won, won't you stay and celebrate with everyone?"

Wen Xi's voice reminded everyone that Yang Ke was the first to come over and hold Yin Yiming, and clapped his hands toward the backcourt of the stands.

Not long after, a small team of food trucks composed of canteen uncles and aunts entered in an orderly manner from the entrance.

The team members moved out of the way with shock and curiosity, and watched with wide-eyed eyes.

Each of these stainless steel dining carts has been polished to glisten. On the top of each cart, there is a huge dinner plate covered with a lid.

Yang Ke smiled triumphantly, and made a gesture of invitation to the uncles and aunts, and all the covers were lifted together.

"Wow!!"

The onlookers gasped, and the salute of attention was accompanied by sighs of arias, lingering endlessly.

Each plate was neatly filled with sliced ​​watermelons, with red flesh, dotted with a few black melon seeds, and a thin layer of green skin underneath.

For a moment, the alluring sweet fragrance permeated the audience.

Yang Ke wrinkled his nose mischievously, and snapped his fingers at the anticipating crowd. Everyone laughed and gathered around, sharing and eating, heartily.

The leading dining car had only one floor, and when the lid was lifted, it was not a cut watermelon, but a basketball carved out of a whole watermelon!

The green skin on the outer layer of the watermelon has been carefully removed, leaving only a thin layer of white tender skin carved into basketball patterns, revealing the red flesh inside, it is simply a beautiful work of art.

Yang Ke picked two of the most popular and the biggest ones and handed them to Wen Xi, then poked Yin Yiming again, "This basketball is for you, eat it, and you can call me senior in the future. Finance welcomes you. Finish eating." , Uncle Gua Nong’s sweat, don’t let it go to waste.”

The soft and bully classmate Yin Yiming was powerless to resist. He watched helplessly as the cafeteria uncle helped her cut melons with a smile, but was stopped by everyone, begging to take a photo first.

Yin Yiming decided to take the opportunity to start the final struggle, and teased Cheng Xuebei, "It's not good, let senior sister Yang Ke spend so much money."

Cheng Xuebei was studying the next financial schedule while eating the watermelon in Yang Ke's hand.Hearing Yin Yiming's glutinous voice, he smiled and patted her, "You can eat at ease, Yang Ke is a genuine capitalist remnant—the library behind the Three Teachings was donated by her father to the school, and a few watermelons are still enough to eat her."

The cafeteria uncle also happily interjected, "When Yang Chao was studying here, I knew he would be promising in the future. I didn't expect the daughter I raised to be so benevolent. Knowing that the watermelons in our hometown were unsalable, I wrapped up a big one in one go. The harvest of a melon field really gave us charcoal in the snow."

Wen Xi held a watermelon in one hand and a large handful of tissues sent by her classmates in the other, and raised her head with a smile, "Are you talking about Yang Chao, the former chairman of the financial student union?"

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Wen, that's my father." Yang Ke looked up from inside the watermelon, "Do you know each other?"

"Well, it's a classmate."

Yin Yiming had just put a piece of melon into his mouth, and he had no choice but to use [-]% of his internal strength to avoid the high-tech performance of melon seeds spraying out of his nostrils.