I suspect you are not a good student

There are many secret signals in regular volleyball games, most of which are tactical arrangements.

Different fingers represent different tactics, and different teams will also use unique hand gestures for the sake of confidentiality. They are all issued after the whistle is blown, in order to make the opponent unprepared.

But they are amateurs, it's not that complicated, it's just a simple exchange of who to fight before the "fight".

When the fast ball came over, Xie Chuhong sent the ball flying again as expected.

"Eight to seven, class eleven scored!"

Xie Chuhong's offense is strong, but he has given points to class [-] in defense. Almost as long as the opponent takes back the right to serve, he can always make up for some points.

Xie Chuhong was also very annoyed by this, and the sports committee comforted him: "It's okay, this time it's already stronger than before, and when they fight again later, they will definitely win."

No one wants to put pressure on Xie Chuhong, but Xie Chuhong himself knows that the last few points are crucial, maybe the champion will be buried in his hands because he can't catch the serve.

"Lower the center of gravity a little more."

Zhou Shiyi looked at the person behind him with raised brows, and finally couldn't help reminding him slowly.

Maybe Xie Chuhong didn't realize it himself. Before, he would only think about being unable to do it and let people down, but now he is thinking about the class and the collective honor.

Zhou Shiyi guessed that he probably also considered the mobile phones that everyone was caught in the evening self-study.

Everyone looked at the field and waited to see if Xie Chuhong could catch the ball. As a result, Class [-] also started to play cards unreasonably.

Xiong Cong looked at the overall situation, and turned his hands behind his back again to compare a number.

The server moved quickly, and sent the ball without waiting for the reaction of the spectators watching.

They actually went straight for Xia Wanli in the back row, and no one could figure out what was causing the trouble.

Xia Wanli had been a free agent before, and his level of first pass and catch was on the bright side.

Xia Wanli himself was a little confused, he easily caught the ball, and let Chi Che pass it to the sports committee.

The Sports Commission put the ball in the air in the front row to prepare for Xie Chuhong's attack.

After a rest in the second half of the second round, Xie Chuhong had recovered most of his physical strength with Yi Ming helping him in this round, and his run-up, take-off, and smash at the end were unambiguous.

But Class [-] seemed to have been prepared for the location of his smash. The person guarding there sent the ball forward with his wrist, and then put the ball straight into the sky.

Almost as soon as the ball flew up, Xiong Cong jumped up and quickly hit the ball from the setter position. The whole process was so smooth that the sports committee didn't even have time to react, and it was even said to be blocked.

The ball flew straight towards Zhou Shiyi, the height was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, it just hit his chest.

Xia Wanli knew it was going to be bad when he saw it from the back row. Zhou Shiyi didn't have enough experience in catching the ball, so the ball happened to be in his hands.

Class [-] didn't intend to drag a single person to the end, and didn't even give him a chance to correct it. After Xie Chuhong's oil was wiped out, and Zhou Shiyi's was wiped out, there was only the last few points left, and they were defeated one by one.

"Use your chest!" Xie Chuhong said quickly.

Without even thinking about it, Zhou Shi subconsciously withdrew his hand that was about to stop the ball and did so. He let the volleyball hit his chest and bounced down. Then he squatted down to press down his wrist, and used the front of his forearm to prop up the ball smoothly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The hitter usually hits the ball close to the pole because most of the balls that come off the setter are lobs.

In order to jump to the proper height for Zhou Shiyi's ball, Xie Chuhong even started a run-up from the sideline of the field, facing the ball and Zhou Shiyi's posture of crossing his body, anyone would think that this was another standard Xie's fierce attack buckle.

The Xiong Cong team members all squatted again at the drop point that Xie Chuhong was accustomed to, but when Xie Chuhong touched the ball in mid-air, he suddenly let go of his strength.

The hit volleyball barely crossed the net, landed in front of the empty net in their class, bounced and rolled away.

The referee whistled excitedly: "Nine to seven, the third class scored a lob! The game has come to the match point!"

If Class Three continues to score the next goal, they will directly win the championship.

But if Class Eleven scores the next goal, Class Three must win two more goals if they want to win.

According to the rules, a team must be two points ahead of the other team to be considered a victory.

Director Tang tutted and shook his head on the sidelines: "I didn't pay attention to it before. I didn't expect our school to have such a high level of volleyball and talk about tactics."

"Scholars love to talk about tactics." Luo Tian bared his teeth bluntly.

But in fact, the lob is not a tactic at all, it's just that this ball was played by Xie Chuhong who almost dunked the whole game, so it is naturally different.

Xiong Cong stood across from him with his hips akimbo, and he was convinced: "You didn't hold back for three rounds just to get the match point, did you?"

"No." Xie Chuhong looked at people, and finally smiled, "I originally wanted to win the final championship point."

Xiong Cong: "..."

The matter of tactics was indeed first brought up by Xie Chuhong.

Compared with hard power, they all have similar cooking skills, no one practices every day, even if they work hard, they can't surpass much, they can only pay attention to tactics.

For six people, each of them takes the time to learn a move, and we rehearse a few times together during practice, which is more than enough.

At such a critical moment, Bai Siming was not used to hearing the silence of the people around him, and asked him, "Why don't you stop talking?"

"I have nothing to complain about. Your class plays so well. It's not shameful to lose." Duan Heng smiled and lay flat when Zhou Shi caught the ball, "How generous is our principal's brother?" Well, our class lost because they didn't have hot pot to eat, not me."

The implication: as long as he is thick-skinned, he is not afraid of not being able to catch him.

Bai Siming laughed a little angrily at him.

At the point of the match, everyone on the sidelines couldn't help but hold their breath, even the autistic scoring referee was excited.

From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Class Three would win, not for anything else, but to get off work early!

He is a physical education teacher, when did he stay in school so late.

His wife has sent countless text messages urging him to go to the kindergarten to pick up his children!

The whistle blew, and Ban San served.

According to the general routine, the ball should be frozen in time. Across the net, the two sides first eye-to-eye battle for [-] rounds, and then serve with a hard blow. There was an inseparable tug-of-war, the world was eclipsed, the sun and the moon were dark, the score was tight, and the match point was infinitely extended.

But the actual situation is that Xia Wanli took the ball and exchanged a glance with Chi Che before softly sending the ball out of the teeing area.

Everyone watched helplessly as the ball hit the net, crossed it with difficulty, and finally rolled down the net and bounced to the ground.

The scene was quiet for a while.

Director Tang humbly asked Luo Tian for advice: "Is this a point, or does wiping the net count as a reissue?"

Luo Tian suddenly came back to his senses: "It's not ping-pong, of course it counts as wiping the net! Teacher, hurry up and blow the whistle! Get off work, you can get off work!"

The referee's ears were red, and he almost thought that he was talking too loudly in his heart and the students could hear him, so he whistled and announced the result.

"Ten to eight! The third class is effective in serving and wiping the net! Congratulations to the third class of the liberal arts in the third year of high school, for winning..."

Before he could finish his blah blah report, a large group of people from the third class nearby were already crazy about it.

There were only a few boys in their class, except for the six on the field, the remaining boys were just about to raise their hands and cheer, when they were drowned by the referee's reading, the girls rushed towards the volleyball like locusts crossing the border. In the carnival.

The originally overcrowded "audience seats" instantly became bald, and Xu Heshen was one of the few people who faced Luo Tian face to face.

The referee around him was reduced to outside the encirclement, and he was still working quickly on the closing words that filled the screen of the mobile phone. The young man looked at the people surrounded in the center with an unclear expression.

Luo Tian is actually a little confused: "... do the seniors love hot pot so much?"

No matter how many bonuses there are, if one class is assigned, everyone won't get much.

"of course not……"

Several boys glanced at the grade director who was still standing next to Luo Tian, ​​and obediently swallowed the explanation in their throats.

Everyone's enthusiasm can only show that there are really many people who were caught by Lao Bai yesterday with their mobile phones.

In Class Eleven's prediction, Class Three wanted to "humiliate" them by taking them off the volleyball throne.

After all, it was General Changsheng who lost the battle, or was defeated by the liberal arts class they had "oppressed" for a long time, how strange it is.

But it doesn't.

The third class has become the "light of liberal arts", and no one cares what happens to the opposite science class. Before Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi can react, a group of girls have already packed them into the vehicle and headed straight to the hot pot restaurant in the shopping mall next door Get ready to cash out your prize.

Before leaving, it was Dan Ningyu who explained the truth to Luo Tian: "The mobile phone belongs to the mobile phone, but it's true that the seniors love hot pot. It's because our class boys don't understand."

Luo Tian squeezed next to each other, wanting to betray his beauty, and squeezed into the car together, but before his face could be stretched out, he was kicked out together with Duan Heng.

The euphemistic name is: the third class has a private party, and the idlers should not be disturbed.

In the end, the dreamy victory, the group of people still felt incredible on the way to eat hot pot.

Originally, there were forty people in a class, and it was not easy to fight, so we had to walk over together. As a result, the girls in their class were too far away to say anything, and they didn’t know where they got the van. Membrane, how many can be stuffed in the car.

In the back two rows of seats, there were originally six seats, but one was stacked on each lap, and they sat down to eight.Four vans plus Bai Siming's own car are more than enough. Although he is lame in his left leg, it doesn't affect the automatic transmission.

But who can tell Xie Chuhong, why Zhou Shiyi, who is 1.8 meters tall, can't have a separate co-pilot, so he has to squeeze him in the back row?

Still in the back row.

"Maybe it's a gentleman."

The Sports Commission was next to the two of them, huddled and restrained, for fear of crowding the Disciplinary Commission who sealed the three of them in a corner.

It's not that everyone deliberately targeted Zhou Shiyi like this, it's because all the boys in their class are only treated as being squeezed into the back row.

Of course the precious co-pilot has to be reserved for girls.

Xie Chuhong didn't say anything, but Zhou Shiyi already had a voice in his head, and this man definitely said in his heart: But he doesn't want to be a gentleman at all.

Just as miserable as them were Chi Che and Xia Wanli who were in the row in front of them.

It's strange to say that these two people also quarreled before the opening, but why are there no disharmony at all when they are together now, and they are even uncharacteristically quiet.

Just after playing, every player was sweating all over and didn't dry off, and they didn't look like they had any clothes on.

Xie Chuhong was not much smaller than Zhou Shiyi at all, and the two of them were so fleshy|close to the flesh|stacked in the deepest part of the seat, they were stuffed so tightly that they couldn't move, Xie Chuhong could only sit obediently in his brother's arms and let them touch each other The part becomes hot.

Although they helped each other on the field and eased the atmosphere, but because of the previous confession, it would be somewhat embarrassing to be directly next to each other in such an intimate way.

According to Zhou Shiyi's style, pretending to be dead is his strong point no matter what, but he just stared out the window for a while and couldn't bear it anymore.

The van drove all the way, stopping at the traffic lights all the way.

In order to stay as far away from his embrace as possible, Xie Chuhong was hunched sideways and hugging the front seat tightly, when he suddenly felt a pair of hot hands pinching his waist.

"do not move."

Xie Chuhong was so frightened by him that he was about to say that the car was moving when he heard his brother's extremely deep voice repeat in his ear: "Don't move your butt..."

Finally realizing something was wrong, Xie Chuhong hugged the back of the chair, his spine froze immediately, and the temperature of his cheeks rose.

Now they kind of understand why Chi Che and Xia Wanli didn't move at all in the front row...