My daughter-in-law, Teacher Qin

The basketball he was holding in his arms was snatched by Ji Cheng from Li Zelin, the sports committee, just now, and he stuffed it to Qin Shuhao as soon as he snatched the ball.

It made the boys in their team pinch their waists to dislike Qin Shu for making trouble.

In the end, Ji Cheng stared back at him, saying that Qin Shuhao is the younger brother he brought here to play, if you look down on him, you will not give me face.

Who can not give face to Boss Ji who dominates a radius of ten miles?

Let go of your hand and wave, let's fight, San Linger, we are optimistic about you~

Even Qin Shuhao could feel the disgust of the female classmate sitting on the edge of the basketball court towards him.

In fact, you can't blame everyone. Who told him that he is not good at playing basketball?Also short.

Ji Chengcai didn't care so much, he just let Qin Shu have a good luck with his school uniform jacket.

"Okay, okay."

Qin Shu walked quickly trembling.

All the big boys on the court were also moving, staring at the ball in Qin Shuhao's hand, and everyone wanted to snatch it away, and then there was a fiery fight.

But everyone was hindered by Ji Cheng, the big Buddha, and they didn't dare to grab it, they could only work and wait for Qin Shuhao to miss the shot.

I saw that Qin Shu looked like an old man, bent over like pulling weeds.

But holding the ball in his lower abdomen, he approached the three-point line with small steps, and his eyes were still looking around at his "opponent".

Li Zelin, who was facing the brunt of Qin Shuhao, was getting impatient waiting.

He pinched his waist and looked at Qin Shuhao, "Sanlinger, does your stomach hurt? Is it okay? Don't delay everyone if you don't know how to play."

Qin Shuhao was told that he was useless, so he held his face and stood up a little bit, moving his wrist up and down to pat the ball.

The posture of slapping the ball and trotting forward is very similar to that of a primary school student, but this is already all his kung fu.

Being angry with others really gave him motivation, Qin Shuhao took small steps and ran to the basket protecting the ball.

The people behind the left and right didn't dare to snatch it from him, but they were so close to him. If Qin Shuhao missed, the ball would go into their hands.

This created an illusion for Qin Shuhao that he could avoid these great powers, and looked around looking for Ji Cheng's figure with the corners of his mouth raised.

He saw Ji Cheng's basketball jersey with a blue background and white borders, and Brother Ji was diagonally in front of him with his arms wide open.

"Deskmate!"

Qin Shuhao, who was holding the ball, tried his best to throw it towards his brother Ji, his feet were off the ground, and the basketball was dropped.

A group of students around also followed up, jumped, and blocked the ball.

The brown-red basketball fell along a parabola. Qin Shuhao threw it with great strength, but it was still an arm's length away from Ji Cheng's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Cheng stared at the sphere with sharp eyes, and his body was like a tense arrow leaving the string.

Bounce forward, race against a group of boys rushing towards you, and snatch the basketball in one fell swoop.

Finally, take a quick step forward and make a layup.

There was a burst of cheers on the pitch and a goal was scored.

A group of boys automatically ignored the little dwarf Qin Shuhao, and you fought over each other to play basketball in full swing.

Qin Shuhao, who finally made some progress, was finally dragged by his boss Ji to join the team.

However, he couldn't touch the ball in his hands, so he followed their team and ran back and forth on the field for dozens of laps.

After the half-time ball was played, the boys were all hot dogs.

Everyone is wearing a thin short-sleeved upper body, but Qin Shuhao is still wearing his bulky school uniform jacket.

Everyone sat by the flower bed to rest, those who didn't have water went to the canteen to buy water, and those who had water rolled up their short sleeves to fan the wind.

Qin Shu was so hot, he clasped his hands on his knees and panted heavily, his fair little face was stained with a lot of blush.

Ji Cheng, who came from behind, looked at the stubborn Qin Shuhao and didn't take off his clothes.

Frowning, Yu held his school uniform back collar in disgust and asked him to stand up.

It's like picking up a smooth-haired cat.

Twist the fabric of the school uniform to make Qin Shuhao stand facing him, and pull down the zipper of Qin Shuhao's school uniform with one hand.

He taught him a lesson, "You don't feel the heat?"

Li Zelin, who smelled of sweat, sat down next to the two of them, looked at the water glass standing on the flower bed, and was about to unscrew the cap when he picked it up.

"Hey, it's hot, Sanlinger, drink your water."

Qin Shuhao was panting, and Ji Cheng took off his school uniform, which was still a long-sleeved white shirt. He was still out of breath and looked down, watching that Li Zelin had already unscrewed his water glass, "Drink."

Ji Cheng, who took off Qin Shuhao's coat, looked at the slightly undulating white cloth in his eyes, and heard the conversation between the two people next to him.

His sharp gaze immediately turned to Li Zelin, and Qin Shuhao's glass of water that was already near his mouth.

In his head, he subconsciously told Ji Cheng and Qin Shuhao that others should not touch the glass, and snatched the water glass from Li Zelin's hand without saying a word.

Qin Shuhao was dumbfounded.

Li Zelin choked with fright, and the unswallowed water spewed out as if poking his lung tube.

"Pfft...cough cough, cough cough cough...Ji Cheng, what are you doing?!!"