I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

The breath of the boy's words brushed against his ears, arousing warmth.

Nan Yirong turned his head slightly to avoid it, and pushed the mineral water bottle beside the chair.

Ran Yuanxing understood, stretched out his long arm and picked it up. He wrapped his hands around the bottle cap, and before he could use any force, the bottle cap came loose with a "click".

Obviously, Nan Yirong unscrewed the bottle cap in advance, even if he didn't take the initiative to open the mouth, the water was still ready to be handed to him.

At that moment, Ran Yuanxing felt an indescribable feeling slowly surfaced along the limbs.

But when he stretched out his hand to grab it, it felt like a gust of wind, passing through his fingers and disappearing.

Ran Yuanxing held the bottle in a daze, and looked at Nan Yirong uncontrollably.

"?" Nan Yirong was puzzled.

The four younger brothers surrounding Nan Yirong were startled by his eyes, and were about to greet Zaan when Zhang Ming and the others came to discuss the tactics for the second half with Ran Yuanxing.

The four had no choice but to give up.

After a 10-minute rest, both sides recovered a lot of strength, and the game continued.

At the beginning of the second half, the two sides went back and forth and played very intensely.

Class ten still adopted the strategy of two people staring at Ran Yuanxing, but this method was not as effective as in the first half, because Ran Yuanxing "pretended".

Whenever No. 7 and No. 9 on the opposite side predicted in advance that he was going to grab the ball and started to take action, he stood there as if nothing happened;

And when the opponent felt that he couldn't catch the ball and relaxed his defense, he suddenly exploded and operated vigorously.

So with such superb acting skills, Ran Yuanxing scored several points in a row. Within 8 minutes of the opening, the difference between the two sides was reduced to three points.

The opponent continued to score and the momentum was high, but his own score stagnated. The mentality of the five members of Class 10 gradually became unbalanced, and their actions began to become rough.

The atmosphere on the court was therefore tense.

Finally, in the 10th minute of the second half, a conflict broke out between the two sides——

The cause was that Class Ten missed a shot, and No. 5 on the opposite side of Li Chenghe took off to grab a rebound, and his body collided, causing the ball to fly.

It stands to reason that if the basketball flew, it would be fine to grab it next time, but number five on the opposite side went crazy and reached out and pushed Li Cheng hard.

Li Cheng was unprepared, his feet hadn't landed on the ground yet, he was caught by the force, his body flew obliquely, and hit the ground with a "bang".

Everyone on the field was focused on grabbing the ball, but suddenly saw a figure fly out and fall to the ground, and they were all dumbfounded.

When there was a cry of pain from over there, everyone woke up like a dream.

Ran Yuanxing was the first to rush over and said nervously, "Are you all right?"

Li Cheng's face was distorted by the pain, he held onto Ran Yuanxing's hand with difficulty, and got up bit by bit, while breathing in "hiss hiss".

He twisted his thigh, and when he moved a little, it hurt like a needle prick.

Ran Yuanxing had been observing him, but his face gradually turned cold. He carefully supported Li Cheng, and turned to look at No. 5.

No. 5 didn't have any psychological burden at all, and he was proud of it. He showed a provocative smile in front of Ran Yuanxing, and even mouthed in the air: unhappy?hit me……

The anger rose in an instant, and Ran Yuanxing's head exploded in a "coax". His eyes were still on No. 5, but he slowly smiled.

No. 5 originally looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, but when he met his smile, his face suddenly changed, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

At this time, there was a long whistle of "Woo--" on the field.

The referee rushed over slowly. He first showed No. 5 a yellow card and sentenced him to a malicious foul. Then he came to care about Li Cheng's situation. After confirming that Li Cheng would not be able to participate in the next game, he raised his hand to signal Class 1. Substitution.

The eyes of the court all focused on Nan Yirong at once.

Everyone in the auditorium didn't know why, but at this moment, there was no sound, and everyone looked at him quietly.

Nan Yirong stood up slowly, calmly met everyone's different gazes, and stretched out his hand to unzip the school uniform jacket on his body.

The "swish" zipper opened, revealing a basketball uniform with the number 6 inside, and his injured left hand, which was wrapped in bandages, was also exposed.

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar.

Nan Yirong turned a deaf ear and walked towards the field.

Holding his coat in their hands, the four younger brothers couldn't help chasing him a few steps forward: "Brother Nan, your hands aren't healed yet, so forget it."

Nan Yirong didn't look back, he raised his right hand and made a "stop" gesture.

The four younger brothers sighed, and returned to the bench like a little daughter-in-law.

The students around the auditorium were still "buzzing" talking, but Ran Yuanxing felt that the whole world suddenly quieted down, and he only saw the boy in his eyes - facing the light of the gymnasium, walking towards him step by step.

When Nan Yirong stood still in front of him, he couldn't help laughing, squeezing the anger in his heart, like a punctured balloon, it blew away.

Class 1 replaced the substitutes, and all the players arrived. The referee made a gesture and was about to blow the whistle to announce the continuation of the game.

Class Ten suddenly submitted an application for a substitution, and wanted to replace their No. 5, and the referee agreed.

Liu Mingdong came on stage.

A whistle blows and the game begins.

Because of the foul on No. 5 just now, the referee gave class 1 the right to serve this time, and Goldman Sachs got the ball.

The basketball "bang bang bang" bounced up and down, affecting the hearts of everyone on the field.

According to the tactics, Nan Yirong retreated to the three-point line while keeping a close eye on the ball.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a figure bumped into him suddenly, and he was startled, his body reacted faster than his brain, his sneakers "stained" a few times, wiped the floor and slid a big step to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

"Heh", Liu Mingdong didn't take it seriously when he missed the blow. He smiled with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stared at the gauze in Nan Yirong's left hand, his eyes were full of malice.

Nan Yirong frowned in distaste: This Liu Mingdong fights only in the next three ways, and he is merciless in his shots.

That afternoon, Nan Yirong had scruples, so he lost a half-stroke in the fight and was scratched on his left hand. But in the end, Nan Yirong's eyes were red, and no one on the other side retreated - he was injured on the surface, Liu Mingdong and the others It's all internal injuries.

After the fight, he thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that Liu Mingdong would still insist on punishing him under the eyes of everyone.

The two of them clashed, which immediately attracted the attention of other people on the court.

Nan Yirong focused on the overall situation, shook his head, and signaled that he was fine.

Everyone then pressed their minds and continued the game.

Ran Yuanxing seemed to notice something, he glanced at Liu Mingdong from time to time.

In the next few minutes, Nan Yirong was highly concentrated. He paid attention to Liu Mingdong, and Liu Mingdong also paid attention to him, but he never made any further movements.

Nan Yirong relaxed slightly, but Liu Mingdong caught his flash at this moment, raised his hand suddenly, and smashed the ball that should have been passed to his teammate towards Nan Yirong's left hand.

The ball was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and "欻欻欻" roared towards it, with momentum like a rainbow and an arrow, Nan Yirong's mind went blank for a moment, and it was too late to avoid it.