The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Bian Jing followed Yue Yangye in the gymnasium, he needed to break a sweat.

Running the basketball in his hand to shoot towards the three-point line, just when he thought the three-pointer was secure, a Cheng Yaojin jumped out of the middle, with amazing jumping ability to stop the ball, and passed it in the opposite direction.

Seeing Xie Ting's perfect leap, the girls in the surrounding area completed the ball grabbing and passing in one go, and the screams resounded across half of the campus.

Waiting for him to be here!

Bian Jing looked at Xie Ting, he was dizzy now, he didn't want to win or lose when he came to play, he just wanted to sweat.

Xie Ting met his eyes, and when he saw his shadow reflected in the brown pupils, he hooked his lips and smiled triumphantly: "Brother Jing, let's have a competition?"

Bian Jing took off one wristband and threw it to him: "Whoever loses is the grandson."

Xie Ting put on the blue wristband, put it on his wrist, and said to Bian Jing who had already run away: "This time we can't blow up!"

In plain sight!Borderlands can't be relied upon.

The two great gods broke the ice, and Yue Yang was the happiest.

Yue Yang quickly split up two teams, split the basket, and gave Xie Ting and Bian Jing a dramatic first ball to grab the ball.

Sure enough, the moment his hand touched the ball, Xie Ting had already jumped and snatched the ball away.

Xie Ting raised an eyebrow at him triumphantly.

Bian Jing defended quickly, he was fighting with senior seniors who came to vent the pressure, winning or losing with a Buddhist mentality, Xie Ting's side was all from Class A, Yue Yang and Cao Wei were in his group.

Xie Ting's group crushed unilaterally, and the score gap widened and widened until it got dark. Half an hour before the evening self-study class on the third year's side started, the group of seniors left first.

Only Xie Ting and the brothers from Class A were left to face off against the side scene.

Seeing this situation, Xie Ting didn't play four against one, that's disgraceful.

Discussed with Bian Jing: "Brother Jing, you play singles with me, you take the ball, you win if you pass me by three balls, we will talk about the reconciliation in another day."

Side view is fine.

Twilight is falling, and the horizon is sparsely lined with horizontal lines. Two teenagers, each wearing blue wristbands, are fighting on the battlefield.

Xie Ting's defense was strict, and he couldn't break through both on and off the road.

Bian Jing changed direction, hugged the ball in his arms, and bumped his back with his back. Xie Ting was bumped into his arms, and took a few steps back.

After the collision, Bian Jing seized the opportunity and ran towards Xie Ting's basket.

Two and a half steps, a beautiful dunk.

Xie Ting turned around and saw that Bian Jing was holding onto the basket with both hands, his calves raised up, in a posture of showing off.

The scenery around him was in flux, and time and space circled around Xie Ting's line of sight at a rotating angle, making it blurry.He also couldn't hear the voice of cheering for the side scene.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the back of the teenager who is hanging on the backboard in a very cool posture.

High-spirited and touching.

That bump, the heartbeat in his chest missed a beat with the force of the side scene, Xie Ting clearly felt it.

Even now, his heartbeat has not fully recovered to the state before being hit.

Xie Ting blinked, and the side scene came to him quickly, provoking him with a victorious attitude: "Didn't you eat?"

The final sound of "Na" is long and light, mixed with Bian Jing's nasal sound with a cold and fever, Xie Ting's soul was thrown out of his body.

The second ball is still a side shot.

Bian Jing won a ball, and the desire to win was aroused. At this moment, he only wanted to win, but he didn't notice that Xie Ting looked at him with sophistication.

Fortunately, Mr. Xie's muscle memory from being on the court all day long has not dissipated. Even though he was absent-minded, he still won the second ball.

The key to winning or losing is the last ball.

Yue Yang was nervous off the court, and Cao Wei was nervous with him.

More nervous is the little loquat.

"I bet fifty cents, Brother Jing wins."

Cao Wei Yueyang let out a "huh~" and looked at her in disgust, Little Pipa added: "Add a pack of spicy strips."

Yue Yang followed up: "Then I'll bet on a cup of milk tea."

Cao Wei's family was in business, and he could see the situation clearly, so he immediately said, "I'm the banker, betting on a tie."

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, Brother Cao will get fifty cents plus a pack of spicy strips or a cup of milk tea.

Little loquat spat at Yue Yang: "Shameless."

Cao Wei didn't care, and shouted: "Look, look, Brother Ting has served."

This last goal is very important. It is related to the social status of the two people on the court, and it is also related to the Wumao spicy strips and milk tea off the court.

Bian Jingye spent the whole afternoon, when the night was dark and the school's street lights were still on, the visibility of his eyes was reduced, and Xie Ting couldn't see clearly.

He just dribbled the ball by experience and muscle memory.

Xie Ting specializes in the bottom lane, and the side view is shortsighted. Xie Ting has the advantage of eyesight, his left hand covers for his right hand, and passes the ball from the right under false pretenses.

Bian Jing reacted quickly. When Xie Ting jumped up to shoot, he jumped hard. The moment the ball flew out, Bian Jing stretched his five fingers and tried his best to miss the ball line.

It doesn't matter whether the last goal is scored or not.

Both of them tried their best to jump, and they lost their confidence in whether they could land safely.

Finally, when Xie Ting fell to the ground and was pushed down by the side scene, his pupils dilated again.

Yue Yang's mouth was also opened into an O-shaped mouth, and he was surprised to see the sound of the two falling together in the middle of the court, Brother Jing riding on Xie Ting's body.

"Fuck?"