The Dream of Rebirth

"All rest for 5 minutes. The second half will start after 5 minutes." The referee blew a whistle, and the players of both sides returned to their side to rest.

Miao Fei and Meng Jiang quickly passed mineral water up to them, "Take a break!"

Ren Ziyao and the others were so overwhelmed that they didn't even bother to speak, and the alternate substitutes next to them lay half on the ground, out of breath.

The boys from Class [-] came to watch the battle today. Perhaps it was the friendship left over from the military training. The boys in this class were so united that even the class teacher was amazed.Some girls also came, but most of them were admirers of these few class grass, busying around behind the life committee.

The life committee member is a girl named Yang Hong, she is not tall, she is also delicate and quiet, and she also looks anxious at this time.

"Squad leader, think of a way." Yang Hong had a hint of distress on his face. "I see they're exhausted."

"Okay. Miao Fei, go and ask, who else in our class can play basketball?" Meng Jiang ordered after thinking about it.

"Okay, sir, don't worry." Miao Fei saluted.

"Ruijun, besides what you just told me, are there any hard rules?" Meng Jiang turned around and asked Shen Ruijun.

"Except for those just now, the rest is not important, as long as the referee is not sincerely looking for trouble, basically there is no problem."

5 minutes passed quickly.Meng Jiang stopped Ren Ziyao and the others, "You guys rest for a while, and then change back later." After finishing speaking, he dragged the other four people who had just been selected by the whole class to the stage, and suddenly turned around and ran back halfway, "By the way, There are hawthorns in my schoolbag, how many do you eat?"

This hawthorn was taken out of the space by Meng Jiang just now and put in his schoolbag. It is a product of space.Although it is not comparable to medicinal materials such as ginseng, it is the only space.With Meng Jiang's breakthrough to the foundation building stage, the space has undergone major changes. Not only has the area expanded, but it has also expanded into a mountain that could only be seen through a vague film before.

The hawthorn tree is from this mountain, but Shen Cong transplanted it to the gate of the courtyard with his spiritual thoughts, so that he can pick and eat a few at any time.Meng Jiang never liked to eat sour food, but seeing Shen Cong's expression of enjoying eating, he couldn't help but take it off and eat it, but in an instant, his organs all over his face were sour.Shen Cong just snorted lightly when he saw it, and ignored him.

Meng Jiang really didn't understand why Shen Cong liked this kind of sour food, but although the taste of hawthorn was not flattering, he felt refreshed after eating it.Meng Jiang didn't expect to eat this food to strengthen his body, but only hoped that these brothers could recover a little bit.

As soon as Meng Jiang and the five entered the field, the students watching the battle around them became quiet for a while and then became excited.Meng Jiang blushed a little. These people were booing because they had never seen such a short basketball player.In order to be able to compete with the opponent, the other four students were selected according to their height, which further complemented Meng Jiang's pocket size.

On the opposite side stood a boy who had already stood under the basketball hoop, and it was the specially recruited boy Lin Xiaobo who was the leader yesterday.At this moment, he was looking at Meng Jiang with a half-smile, "You finally came up. You kept me waiting for a long time."

"Yes. Now that we have agreed, I will naturally come up and fight with you."

"Okay, don't talk so much, let's start!" The boy licked his lips with a bloodthirsty look.

Beep—a whistle sounded, and the second half officially began.

The atmosphere in the second half was tense from the start.The five Meng Jiang and Lin Xiaobo were not playing at all, but hitting each other with the ball, cleverly avoiding the rules.

Meng Jiang picked a few people who couldn't play basketball in the first place.They didn't come to play basketball at all, but to make trouble.Before playing, Meng Jiang quickly explained to them what they could not do and what they could do. As for scoring goals, it was not their goal at all.

These few candidates were chosen very well, everyone was big, just enough to keep Meng Jiang firmly behind him.

It can be said that even if Meng Jiang made some fouls occasionally, the referee would not easily see them.And Meng Jiang took advantage of this advantage, and raised his hand to gather all the auras that could be gathered on campus, and used them for other purposes.

The faint spiritual energy can only be seen in the eyes of monks and individual people, and ordinary people see it as nothing to do with air.Meng Jiang took advantage of this advantage to control the aura to block his own basket time and time again, and relied on his short body to quickly grab the ball.

It's okay to be small.The best player this year does not necessarily mean the highest player, only skill is important.

Although he has no experience or skills in basketball, Meng Jiang is still a monk no matter how bad he is, and he has a thorough understanding of his own physical condition. After all, the most basic homework is to cultivate one's body, nourish one's qi, breathe, and even understand one's own internal organs. very thorough.On the other hand, Meng Jiang's physical fitness is also beyond the opponent's flattery.

Having already fought with the slightly inferior team of five, and then met Meng Jiang, who was physically strong and not human, the opponent already felt very strenuous.In addition, after the other four people grabbed the ball, they didn't intend to shoot at all, but passed the ball with fake moves, and hit people with real moves, which made no one on the other side feel overwhelmed.

Lin Xiaobo is not a vegetarian either.It's just the exhaustion of physical strength, and the anxiety caused by not scoring more than a dozen goals made him start to lose accurate judgment.

Meng Jiang roamed the court, and he already had a certain degree of control over everyone's physical strength and mentality.Seeing that the few people headed by Lin Xiaobo began to show signs of fatigue, they knew it was time for him to attack.

Looking at the still 33:6 on the crude scoreboard, Meng Jiang smiled wryly.If you don't score goals, you don't want to win, but to win, you need to use aura.In order to prevent the opponent from scoring just now, he has used a lot of aura. This is not a space, and the aura is so thin that it can be ignored.

He gave the other people around him a look, saw them nodding slightly, and Meng Jiang started shooting.

"Meng Jiang!" Han Chu, the tallest boy, intercepted the ball and quickly passed it towards Meng Jiang.The opponents dodged subconsciously, because experience told them that this person can't play ball, he can only hit people...

Small chances are enough.Meng Jiang had never touched the ball for a long time, and because of his small stature, the others had already ignored him, except for Lin Xiaobo.

Yesterday's three-pointer impressed Lin Xiaobo very deeply. Part of the reason why he was very tired was because he was always paying attention to Meng Jiang.It can be said that the core figures on both sides are already tired.

"Received!" Meng Jiang was waiting for the ball to come, and his current position was just beyond the three-point line.The aura in his hand caressed the basketball in his hand, and the ball flew out of his hand, passing the two people in front of him who wanted to block the ball and heading towards the opposite basket.

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Ten minutes into the second half, the first goal finally came.

Lin Xiaobo watched the basketball go into the basket and spat.Then he yelled at his teammates a few times and changed the way of attack.

The other party is really professional.Meng Jiang wiped the sweat off his brow.The enemy who has changed his strategy is even more difficult to deal with. It takes him a lot of energy just to successfully receive the incoming ball and then shoot smoothly, not to mention preventing the opponent from scoring.But seeing the score getting closer, Meng Jiang felt that it was all worth it.

"Who is that kid? He played really badly... His shot was really accurate..." Many people began to ask in private.It is unbelievable that a short boy who looks like a junior high school student can score three-pointers one by one under Lin Xiaobo's nose.

Quietly, Meng Jiang's name began to spread.

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Letter No. 8 Short Story Theater: The Son Is the Father 2

"I heard that you serve concubines every day, and that you do all kinds of tricks on the bed, making those women want to die. I wonder if it's true?"

"Son..." The prince trembled his lips and didn't know what to say, he always had a bad feeling...

"I heard that you can control seven daughters overnight. I wonder if it's true?"

"Father...I..."

"Okay, don't talk too much!" The king waved his hand, "Let me see the weapon you used to control the seven girls that night!"