The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

The court was quickly cleaned and the game resumed.

Jiang Yingyu feels that no one cares about him, hey!It's kind of contemptuous.

It may be that An Sheng's previous strength made them afraid, almost half of the people surrounded An Sheng, trying to jam him to death.

And at this moment, An Sheng is still holding the ball in his hand, and he can't pass the ball for a while.

Suddenly, An Sheng heard a slap behind him, "...this guy."

The familiar sound of finger bones made An Sheng smile.

After judging the position, when the person on the left happened to come to grab the ball, An Sheng raised his hand and threw the ball back...

With the ball in hand, Jiang Yingyu took the ball and slipped quickly before everyone could react.

Those people were about to chase, when Jiang Yingyu stopped abruptly holding the ball, didn't he plan to get closer to the backboard before shooting?

With such a question in mind, everyone watched Jiang Yingyu slightly bend his knees on the verge of stepping on the three-point line, raising his hand and throwing it.

The whistle sounded, and the referee made a gesture, three points.

The auditorium burst into cheers, Liu Qiang slapped his leg, watching the referee with both eyes almost unable to take it back.

Jiang Yingyu turned around calmly, then raised an eyebrow calmly at An Sheng.

Only An Sheng knew about the calm look on his face, this guy was very proud of himself.

"Tsk, arrogant." An Sheng smiled and shook his head, gave Jiang Yingyu a thumbs up and shouted, "Awesome!"

The teammates rushed over and gave Jiang Yingyu a high five.

However, a three-pointer might be luck, and others regarded it as a coincidence, and still didn't take him too seriously.

Until Jiang Yingyu threw into the frame one by one, and the score was about to be tied, Jiang Yingyu finally felt that the enemy valued him.

And most of the firepower around An Sheng was finally attracted by Jiang Yingyu, allowing him to finally catch his breath.

The game was in full swing, and the cheerleaders were almost screaming. In the last 10 minutes, whether it was the players or the audience, everyone felt their heart beat faster. Every time they scored a goal, they couldn't help shouting. .

As soon as An Sheng received the ball, he turned around and was about to pass it to Jiang Yingyu, when his eyes suddenly went dark...

"Uh..." An Sheng let go of the ball, covered his eyes with one hand, and arched his whole body.

The referee blew the whistle and sentenced the opponent's No. 8 to a foul.

"Anzi! How are you, Anzi!" Zhao Wen rushed over with someone, yelling anxiously.

An Sheng's glasses were knocked off, and his temple was still aching. The whole left side of his face seemed to be covered with a layer of chili noodles. It was hot. He gasped and said, "Glasses, my glasses fell off..."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" I don't know who asked such a sentence, but the referee raised his hand to signal for a 2-minute break.

I don't know if it was because of being hit on the head, but from the moment the glasses flew out, some inaudible screams and cries kept pouring into An Sheng's ears, accompanied by a headache that gave him a headache. Current sound.

sizzle...

Nourishes...

His brain was getting more and more painful. He pressed his eyes with one hand and his ears with the other, but it still didn't help... Those voices still poured into his ears from between his fingers.

Jiang Yingyu supported him, his mind was confused, and he looked around to find where his glasses went.

"I found it, I found it, I'll give it to you..." Jiang Yingyu searched around before he saw the black-rimmed glasses that had been kicked aside by someone. Just as he reached out to pick it up, there was a click, and the glasses were in front of him Being trampled underfoot.

"..." He slowly raised his head, looking up from the white sneaker, it was the number 8 that An Sheng had told him earlier.

Jiang Yingyu quickly got up and raised his hands and twisted the collar of the other party's clothes and pulled it in front of him, "You fucking! Do you want to die! Ah? Now move your feet away immediately."

The man was almost out of breath as he pulled his collar, he just coughed.

This time, people from the two teams surrounded each other, pushing and shoving each other. Zhao Wen supported An Sheng by the side. Something was wrong with An Sheng at the moment, his whole body was covered with goose bumps, and he was still trembling, Zhao Wen thought It's really cold today, so I reached out and rubbed his arms.

The referee blew the whistle to let Jiang Yingyu let go, and if he didn't let go, he would be sent off the field. Maliciously causing trouble and fighting, this is not a small matter.

The audience didn't see clearly what was going on, but when they saw that the two sides were about to fight, they all stood up and wanted to take a closer look.

Someone shouted with a microphone, "Teachers from both sides please come here, teachers from both sides please come here."

Liu Qiang couldn't hold it anymore, stepped forward and took Jiang Yingyu's hand and shouted, "Jiang Yingyu, let go, what are you doing, let go, isn't it messy enough?"

As if he didn't hear it, Jiang Yingyu grabbed the man's collar and kept his eyes fixed on No. 8, saying word by word, "Keep your feet up, apology!"

Jiang Yingyu is not usually a gentle person, and he is not from the looks of it, but now he became ruthless, and No. 8 couldn't hold on for a while, so he had to say to his feet, "I'm sorry."

After pushing the person, almost sitting on the ground, Jiang Yingyu picked up the glasses.

"..." It was so broken that it couldn't be worn anymore.

Liu Qiang pulled his students to the side, and then spoke earnestly one by one, but everyone buried their heads, not knowing whether they listened or not.

After a while, the referee ran over and stood in front of An Sheng and asked him, "Can you still hold on?"

An Sheng lowered his head and nodded.

"Okay," the referee turned around and said to Liu Qiang, because Jiang Yingyu's matter was really bad, so he was sent off immediately.

When Liu Qiang heard this, his face was filled with embarrassment, "But... he is the only substitute, and if he is punished again, there will be no one left."

The referee glanced at them, bit his whistle and nodded.

"An Sheng," Jiang Yingyu handed him the glasses with only one frame left, "Stop hitting, it's boring, let's go to the hospital when we get up."

An Sheng was supported by Zhao Wen and sat on the stool, with his hands on his knees and his head hanging motionless. After a while, he stretched out his hand to take it. When he raised his head, everyone saw that it was at his left temple. Downward, the entire left face was swollen with a thumb-wide red line, as if it had been drawn with a rolling pin, it was so red that it didn't look like it.

And the left eye near the temple was already soaked in blood, which looked very scary.

"Your eyes..." Zhao Wen was taken aback, pointing to An Sheng's eyes and said, "What should I do, An Zi is not going to be blind! I'll fuck it, hit me so hard! Or else Let’s go to the hospital for a while.”

Jiang Yingyu looked at An Sheng's face and didn't say a word, just stood beside him biting his cheek. He had never played a game before, so he didn't know that he could do this even with a ball. It was driving people to death.

He doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

The group of people surrounding An Sheng also looked sad. The former teammate had already been sent to the infirmary because of bleeding too much.

This game was coming to an end, and they were almost able to win, but such a thing happened at such a critical moment, it was a shame for everyone.

Knowing that everyone was reluctant, An Sheng shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "No, finish the treatment first, it's okay, I have all kinds of medicine at home."

Jiang Yingyu clenched his fists tightly, glanced at the opposite person, and the cheap No. 8 gave him a middle finger.

And there was a silver ring on that finger.

fuck it!

Jiang Yingyu has never experienced the feeling of being so angry that he exploded. At this moment, his whole head is hot, which makes him have a special urge to kill.

"That bitch is really ruthless." An Sheng felt that his throat was a little dry, his left eye squinted uncontrollably, and he couldn't even open his right eye. Is this not in vain?"

There was still bluffing in the ears, although the noise was still painful to the brain, but now they could barely hear what they were saying.

Zhao Wen also echoed, "That's right, Anzi has suffered a lot today. If he doesn't win a championship, then it's not a waste of time."

They have won this championship!It's all come to this point, the thousands of dollars can't go away.

Jiang Yingyu nodded, okay, I can't beat those sons of bitches to death!

After resting for a while, everyone returned to the court to continue. An Sheng stood up slowly, Jiang Yingyu helped him, An Sheng was a little shocked now!

He tried to open his eyes wide to express his surprise, "You...why is there a fire here?"

Vaguely, it looks as big as a thumb.

An Sheng was really curious, he couldn't control himself and reached out to touch Jiang Yingyu's left crotch...

Before touching it, Jiang Yingyu slapped him on the hand.

"Where are you touching?"

This is to give him a live bird hunting, right?Great crowd.

"Hiss..." An Sheng gritted his teeth and put his paw to his mouth and blew twice, "I'm worried about you, I'm afraid that thing will burn you, why are you whipping me!"

An Sheng is not quite right!

Jiang Yingyu frowned and stared at An Sheng for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch An Sheng's forehead, no fever.

It's just that what fire will grow on his crotch?

He thought that An Sheng might have been affected by the blood in his eyes, causing him to see wrongly.

An Sheng still stared at him with a puzzled look on his face. After watching for a while, he pulled Jiang Yingyu away, turned him around, and touched his ass with one hand...

"Right here," An Sheng said, the color here is the darkest!

Jiang Yingyu only felt the corners of his eyes twitch, turned around and dragged An Sheng into the court.

The referee awarded two balls to An Sheng, everyone took their positions, An Sheng stood holding the ball for a while, the hand that touched the little flame just now was hot now, and the shouts in his ears were also No more, the moment he touched it.

An Sheng was deep in thought, but Zhao Wen and the others were in a hurry. Seeing that the referee was about to blow the whistle, Zhao Wen had no choice but to call out to An Sheng, "An Zi, you can cast whatever you want, it's fine."

He couldn't even see where the frame was, An Sheng squinted his eyes as if he was blind.

Apart from Jiang Yingyu who is a good pitcher on their team, An Sheng's pitching can definitely be ranked second. Now that they are blind, they can only rely on Jiang Yingyu.

An Sheng raised his hand to compare, it should be this position.

After the ball was thrown, it fell to the ground in the anticipation of everyone. Seeing the ball that An Sheng almost scored, Zhao Wen almost cried. In fact, An Zi couldn't see anything, and he was able to throw it to this point. , It is also a physical reaction from playing in normal times.

When a ball missed, there was a burst of ridicule on the other side. Jiang Yingyu also heard someone say that blind people still throw balls.

... I will tell you what pitching is in a while!Jiang Yingyu glared at those men and gritted his teeth secretly.

The second ball, after An Sheng threw it casually, he beckoned someone to grab the ball.

He also knew that he might not be able to make the shot, so as soon as he made the shot, he turned around and prepared to run to their own field, but he was stunned when he turned around.