The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

"Pingluo, Pingluo, it's really good, Class [-], Class [-], I'll turn you over!"

The cheerleaders are very strong right now, and everyone laughed and bumped each other's fists when they heard these two sentences.

"come on!!!"

The game has officially started.

Every time a goal is scored, the cheerleaders on both sides will scream and cheer for a while, and everyone's emotions will also rise.

"Hey," Liu Qiang touched Jiang Yingyu next to him, "Why don't you go up?"

There are so many big and tall enemies on the enemy side, and An Sheng is the only tall one on their side, which seems to be a disadvantage no matter what.

Jiang Yingyu stared at An Sheng on the court and said, "I'm a substitute."

Liu Qiang was taken aback, "Substitute?"

"En." Jiang Yingyu replied without saying a word.

After An Sheng scored another goal, the voices of another group of girls suddenly erupted in the auditorium.

"An Sheng! Awesome! An Sheng! Super handsome!"

Jiang Yingyu turned his head and took a look, hehe!It's that little hot girl. The girls next to the hot girl are still holding An Sheng's name in their hands. I didn't expect An Sheng to have little fans!

Jiang Yingyu turned his head, An Sheng on the court was indeed dazzling, with a good body proportion, unlike others who were either too thin or too fat, the most important thing was that his skin was fair enough.

Even with such thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, it didn't reduce his appearance much, but Jiang Yingyu was always worried that his glasses would fall off.

An Sheng without glasses can only be a blind man.

But until the end of the game, An Sheng's glasses were safely placed on the bridge of his nose. They won without any suspense. The score was pulled far away by An Sheng alone, with more than 30 points.

Seeing An Sheng walking towards him, Jiang Yingyu raised his hand to touch his fist, and handed him water.

He gave out a bottle to everyone who came next.

An Sheng gulped and drank, and took a while to speak, "How about it, handsome."

Jiang Yingyu looked at him and smiled, "Handsome, your colorful pretentious light almost blinds my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes."

The others also laughed when they heard his words. After all, winning makes people feel good.

Liu Qiang also praised them, "Yes, if you maintain this mentality, you will definitely win. Then I will treat you to hot pot."

Everyone was even more excited when they heard that there was something to eat.

This weather is quite suitable to eat hot pot, it's hot, Jiang Yingyu is also a little hungry right now.

Next, they just sat in the auditorium and watched. According to what Zhao Wen said, different tactics were formulated according to different schools. Their Jiang Yingyu card has not been played yet, and no one else knows his strength. It can be regarded as a killer. .

Four teams were eliminated in the morning, and four teams competed for the championship, second and third place in the afternoon.

After the game in the morning, Liu Qiang took them to the school cafeteria to eat something casually, and returned to the stadium early.

There is no air conditioner here, and there are few people at the moment, Jiang Yingyu glanced at his arm, and the goose bumps came out from the cold.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it vigorously, An Sheng thought he was doing something and touched him.

"What are you doing, the mud is almost coming out," An Sheng said.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yingyu couldn't help taking a closer look at his arm, "No, I wash it every day."

An Sheng reached out and rubbed Jiang Yingyu's head, laughing nonstop.

Jiang Yingyu lowered his head and felt An Sheng's fingers interspersed in his hair, feeling a strange comfort.

In the afternoon, Zhao Wen went to draw lots again, this time it was a little later.

But there are only four teams, and there is no difference.

At the beginning of the afternoon, I also enjoyed a dance performance. It was a dance performed by the cheerleaders of the four schools. Everyone was excited and planned to ask for the phone number.

The ball game has already started, but An Sheng frowned. After a while, he turned his head and whispered into Jiang Yingyu's ear, "Did you see that number 8 in the orange dress, his hands are very black, and the other party has several Everyone has fallen, if we meet, you must remember not to confront him head-on."

The orange No. 8 is indeed not easy to mess with at first glance, with a fierce look on his face, and every time he fouls a person, the smug look on his face makes people want to punch him on the ground.

No, the player who was sent off by Wu was so angry that he almost got into a fight with him, but no matter how angry they were, they lost the game.

"Well, I know," Jiang Yingyu said, "and I'm wearing an amulet."

After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and the wristband was securely worn on his wrist, An Sheng saw it and smiled.

"Okay, I have the amulet, so I don't have to worry about it." An Sheng said.

When it was time for them to play in the next game, Jiang Yingyu was still sitting on the bench. Liu Qiang knew their tactics, so he didn't ask questions like he did in the morning.

Jiang Yingyu was familiar with the team they were playing against. Didn't they come here with the little hot girls?

Just before clamoring to come and see him, Pingluo's new boss.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. The girl he likes likes someone else, and this other person is in front of him. If he thinks about it, there will be a fight. An Sheng knows that the other party has opinions on him, but he doesn't care. The darker it gets, the more precautionary measures must be taken.

Before it even started, the little hot girl in the audience shouted An Sheng's name frantically. The brother's eyes were a little red. He pointed at An Sheng, gritted his teeth and said, "Be careful."

An Sheng turned around directly, stood in his position and was ready to grab the ball.

This game made Jiang Yingyu feel a little angry, it was too tasteless, that person kept fouling repeatedly, relying on not counting, he used various methods to block An Sheng.

Fuck!

The bottle in Jiang Yingyu's hand was slightly shrunken by him.

He could see that An Sheng's right foot was not normal, remembering the time in the car...

well!Blame him!

If An Sheng is not feeling well, he can change people, what can he do if he is blind.

He could see that An Sheng's feet were uncomfortable from below, not to mention the opponent was so close, An Sheng didn't know how many times he was stepped on by that person, and happened to step on that foot.

Seeing that person doing this several times, not mentioning other people, the little hot girl was the first to refuse. She scolded whatever was unpleasant, and was finally pulled out by the security guards.

The man was scolded to the point of committing five crimes, and An Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the second half, with the cooperation of Zhao Wen and the others, they also won the victory by three points.

An Sheng pretended to be calm and walked down on tiptoes. Jiang Yingyu wiped his sweat with a towel, "You sit next time, I'll do it."

An Sheng took the towel in Jiang Yingyu's hand and wiped it himself, smiling, "Isn't this a win? It's okay. I'm used to things on the court."

"You're our trump card, so we have to hide you," An Sheng said, "Let's go to the second half. When you play, you'll have to shoot a three-pointer to give us a face."

Jiang Yingyu still frowned, "Okay."

Three minutes, all right.

The next thing is that the two teams compete for No.3, and the two five-offenders meet, that is really exciting.

Until they played again, Jiang Yingyu was still sitting on the bench. Seeing that he hadn't played yet, the opponent on the opposite side readjusted their tactics. They thought that the one who had been sitting on the bench all the time The big and tall ones are their trump card. From this point of view, they are just a way to fill up the numbers.

Anyway, Ping Luoqiong and the others knew it, and there was no fuss about just a substitute to fill the number.

The championship match has a hot start.

An Sheng's feet were still in hot pain, he took the time to kick to relieve it, but within a few seconds the burning sensation came from his toes again.

Tsk!What a fucking fuck!

"Anzi, it's okay, or I'll skip the ball," Zhao Wen said standing behind An Sheng.

Because An Sheng is the taller among them, so these few games were played by An Sheng to jump the ball, but An Sheng's foot has something wrong, so it really can't be done.

An Sheng put his left hand behind his back and waved at Zhao Wen, rejecting him.

What a big deal!

As the whistle sounded, An Sheng looked at the ball being thrown overhead, jumped up violently, raised his hand and slapped it...

The sound of friction on the court was very harsh, and everyone paid close attention to the last game.

Jiang Yingyu watched An Sheng limping from time to time, and his heart also tugged.

This idiot!

Before halftime was over, one of them had an accident, his nose was hit, and the nosebleed flowed all over the place.

The referee blew his whistle to signal a timeout.

"Substitute, replace the substitute." Someone shouted.

Jiang Yingyu put the denim jacket on the stool, got up and walked towards the field.

"Ah!!! Jiang Yingyu! Jiang Yingyu! Come on!" Tong Lele's loud voice came from behind the crowd, Jiang Yingyu turned around and took a look, the girl was still shaking a piece of red cloth in her hand, she looked very wild.

The classmate with a nosebleed was helped down, and the amount of blood was really scary.

Jiang Yingyu walked up to An Sheng and patted him, "Can you hold on?"

No one expected another person who was replaced.

There's only one backup, and that's pretty fucking fucked up.

An Sheng waved his hand and bared his teeth at him.

Taking advantage of the time when someone was cleaning the blood, Zhao Wen leaned over and said to Jiang Yingyu in a low voice, "Their hands are too dark, please be careful, don't have physical contact with them, maybe they have rings on their hands or something." thing."

Don't mention the ring, it's just a watch. For players who play basketball, it can make the opponent uncomfortable.

Jiang Yingyu frowned and nodded, and looked around at the people who were discussing tactics, from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

Sure enough, one of them wore a barely noticeable ring on his hand.

Thanks to his good eyesight, most people might not be able to see it.

Fuck!

Jiang Yingyu asked, "The referee is from their school, right?"

An Sheng narrowed his eyes, "Yes, so we have to pay attention."

This is too blatant!

Jiang Yingyu snapped his fingers, and there was a crackling sound immediately.

An Sheng glanced at him and said nothing.