What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

At the beginning of the second half, the people in No. [-] Middle School basically focused on Yang Shaoqing and Shi He, and didn't pay much attention to Jiang Qixiao and the others who couldn't shoot correctly even if they got the ball.

When Yang Shaoqing got the first ball, he was surrounded by two people. Shi He was still far away, and he was also surrounded by people.The two people surrounding Yang Shaoqing found a gap in him, and rushed up together in an instant, trying to snatch his ball.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yang Shaoqing didn't turn his head back. He stretched his arms back and threw the ball. The basketball was firmly caught by Jiang Qixiao, who was not far behind him and beyond the three-point line.

Jiang Qixiao held the basketball with both hands, gestured towards the basket, kicked on the ground, and accurately threw the ball into the basket before the No. [-] Middle School players approached him.

Perfect three-point shot.

The audience was silent at first, and then whistles and screams broke out.

"One middle school will win—!" someone shouted first.

"Ah, number 11 is so handsome——!"

"Number 11 ahhh—!"

……

Yang Shaoqing came over and gave Jiang Qixiao a light slap, and nodded tacitly.

The members of the No. [-] Middle School were still in astonishment, and they didn't see whether the goal just now was lucky, or they were pretending from the beginning.

Jiang Qixiao didn't give them too much time to react. As long as Yang Shaoqing was surrounded, the whole team would throw the ball to Jiang Qixiao. Shi He, who played well in the past, also had the task of blocking people this time.

The score was quickly drawn. At the beginning of No. [-] Middle School, there were cheerleaders cheering by the side, and only the cheers of No. [-] Middle School remained on the field.

There is no doubt that Yizhong won the first victory of this competition.

What Jiang Qixiao didn't know was that after the first victory, his "information" was frantically reprinted by those female high school students.

The newly hired foreign aid turned out to be the school grass's supplementary teacher, and also the school grass's neighbor. He is so handsome and single, and has a good relationship with the school grass...

Jiang Qixiao somehow became famous among the high school students in the small county.

After the competition, Jiang Qixiao followed Yang Shaoqing and the others back to the resting classroom. The next match was between No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School. Whoever wins will be their opponent.

"Jiang Qixiao," Yang Shaoqing opened a bottle of water and took a sip, then said slowly, "Our next match is against No. [-] Middle School."

After the preliminaries, the winning teams will play against each other on the same day. They all know that there is no room for the sixth middle school to fight back against the upper third middle school.

It was the same last year. The No. [-] Middle School defeated the No. [-] Middle School last year, and then eliminated them.No matter how fierce the fight was, Yang Shaoqing and Shi He tried so hard to get back the score, but they still lost.

"Ah." Jiang Qixiao sat on the stool and nodded, looking at Yang Shaoqing, "I guessed it, what's the matter."

"Aren't you afraid?" Yang Shaoqing said expressionlessly, "It will hurt a lot if you get hit."

The ending sound also turned up on purpose.

Jiang Qixiao was taken aback by this sound change, "Oh..."

"Oh what." Young Master Yang rolled his eyes at him, "When you see someone deliberately bumping into you or trying to hit you, you just hide. Did you hear that?"

Although it is almost commonplace to get injured playing basketball, Yang Shaoqing still doesn't want to hurt Jiang Qixiao because of the school game.

For nothing else, he felt that this match wasn't worthwhile for Jiang Qixiao to be injured.

The tricks used by those gangsters in No. [-] Middle School are endless, and it's annoying to think about it.

"Are you worried about me?" Jiang Qixiao looked at him with a half-smile.

Yang Shaoqing was taken aback.

Jiang Qixiao and him looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned away.

He couldn't tell what was on his mind.

Why did Yang Shaoqing tell him to be careful alone? Is it because he is worried about him, or because his status as a "foreign aid" is not suitable for being injured for the school.

What exactly was I secretly looking forward to in my heart.

Jiang Qixiao laughed at himself, and suddenly he didn't want to hear Yang Shaoqing's answer. He stood up and walked to the window to watch the game on the field.

Yang Shaoqing looked at his back, slightly dazed.

No. [-] Middle School wore yellow uniforms, and the players were all darker, so they were very conspicuous on the field. Jiang Qixiao was inexplicably reminded of the fluorescent powder he was wearing when he first met Shi He.

Could it be that the tastes of high school kids here are like this?

As expected, No. [-] Middle School had no power to fight back. Except for scoring a few goals at the beginning, they were suppressed all the time.No. [-] Middle School seemed to have deliberately drained the water, but it didn't appear that the hands and feet were not clean.

Suddenly, Jiang Qixiao seemed to see a familiar figure on the field. He was a little surprised, and when he took a closer look, it was Wang Zhong who stood beside Zhou Laoqi last time.

He actually came to be a foreign aid?

It seems that the playing is very average. If you don’t want to hire some powerful players, the ones hired by No. [-] Middle School are all tall. I don’t know what’s the use.

Jiang Qixiao didn't understand how the level of students who often stayed at school to play was so low that they couldn't beat these so-called foreign players.

Simply incredible.

"No. 5 of No. 9 Middle School is the main force," Shi He said, standing next to him, "No. [-] is the one who hits the dirtiest. Remember to stay away from him, he hits very hard."

Jiang Qixiao glanced at the two people Shi He had mentioned.

Both of them are a little shorter than Yang Shaoqing. Among them, No. 9 has a fashionable hairstyle and a very naughty expression, which makes him stand out among a group of ordinary-looking people.

"How is Wang Zhong doing?" Jiang Qixiao asked.

"It's okay." Shi He said, "Just don't underestimate the enemy."

Jiang Qixiao followed No. 9 of No. [-] Middle School with his eyes, wanting to see how his hands and feet were so dirty.

To his disappointment, player No. 9 didn't have any outrageous moves, and occasionally made a few shots and even blew a kiss to the girls in the audience.

Many girls follow this pattern. Wherever No. 9 smiles, there will be cheers from cheering girls.

Jiang Qixiao couldn't help but think, if Yang Shaoqing was as good at teasing as No. 9 of the No. [-] Middle School, then it would be fine. I guess it would be useless if the school leader's horn was turned up to the maximum.

It is expected that the third middle school will win the sixth middle school, and the next game will be the duel between the fourth middle school and the fifth middle school.The level of No. [-] Middle School is not bad, but there is almost no chance of winning against the No. [-] Middle School that Zhao Xiang calls "fat and strong".

Jiang Qixiao watched the game seriously and was a little surprised.

The strength of No. [-] middle school is the most average among the players he has seen here, and the level is much higher than their overall level. Even if they can win the next round, it seems that they have no chance of winning the championship.

But fortunately, their goal is only to win three hits.

Before it was time for them to play against No. 9 Middle School, the players shook hands with each other, and Jiang Qixiao happened to meet No. [-] of No. [-] Middle School.

He stretched out his hand and smiled politely at No. 9. The expression on No. 9 was quite funny. He didn't let go of Jiang Qixiao's hand, and said in poor Mandarin, "Hi, classmate No. 11."

Jiang Qixiao was taken aback, "Hello."

"You're very handsome." No. 9 slowly let go of his hand after feeling the gaze of the captain of No. [-] Squadron. "If you lose the call, how about giving me your phone number?"

"...?"

The voice he said was not low, at least in such a noisy environment, all the team members heard it.

Jiang Qixiao looked at No. 9 in astonishment.

"Crazy you." Shi He glared at No. 9, and pushed Jiang Qixiao's back away.

"Hey!" No. 9 smiled and waved at them, "What a miss! I just want to sell it to a little girl!"

The players took their positions and the game began.

This time, the members of No. [-] High School did not hide their strength any more. They all chose to attack fiercely. They grabbed the ball at the beginning of the game and took the lead.

No. 5 is really strong. As soon as the ball was passed to him, he immediately got under the backboard as quickly as possible, wanting to get on the board for a dunk.Not to be outdone, Yang Shaoqing chased after him and kicked his legs, just in time to shoot out the ball he was about to throw.

Shi Hyuk, standing under the backboard, caught the ball accurately, dribbled the ball and ran towards the basket.At this time, No. 9 came straight up to him. Shi He sensed that something was wrong, and instantly threw the basketball to Jiang Qixiao who was three meters away, but No. 9 had already leaned against him, as if gently hugging him. Shi Hyuk touched his chest.

It looks like this to outsiders.

Only Shi He knew that No. 9 secretly elbowed him in the ribs just now.

Not too heavy, but painful.

Oh shit.

After Jiang Qixiao caught the ball, he noticed something strange and didn't have time to hesitate. He gestured towards the basket for a second before throwing the ball.

Three points.

The girls around shouted.

The game continued, Jiang Qixiao had no time to pay attention to Shi He, and began to cooperate with Yang Shaoqing to play.

The training of the previous few days was very effective before this, I don't know if it was because of fear or something, this time Li Hao and Qin Gang were timid and couldn't let go.

There may still be shadows about what happened last year.

Seeing them like this, Jiang Qixiao was very irritable, but he restrained himself and didn't want his emotions to affect the game.

How did Yang Shaoqing and Shi He fight with these people last year...

The basketball was taken away from Li Hao by No. 5. Yang Shaoqing seemed to be aiming at him. He chased after him with a brisk walk and defended in time. He made several fake moves to confuse No. 5, and seized the opportunity to take it away in an instant. The ball jumped under the backboard in three or two steps.

No. 5 followed him almost every step of the way, preventing his thoughts of dunking, and the two of them kept touching each other.

Yang Shaoqing rolled his eyes, brought the ball in front of him, turned his back to him, jumped to the left, smashed the ball with both hands, and jumped up with his right leg.

Number 5 followed suit.

Yang Shaoqing made a fallback jumper and threw the ball too high, and No. 5 failed to intercept it.

"what--!!!"

Yang Shaoqing's fans immediately screamed.

"Strike!" Shi He shouted.

It seemed that they were infected by the atmosphere on the field, Li Hao and the others seemed to be less afraid.

Jiang Qixiao smiled knowingly, and inadvertently saw No. 9 of No. [-] Middle School staring at Yang Shaoqing expressionlessly, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason, feeling bad.

God seemed to want to show how accurate Jiang Qixiao's sixth sense was. As soon as the match continued, No. 9 began to have physical contact with Yang Shaoqing intentionally or unintentionally.

No. 5 was still attacking without emotion, and with No. 9's entanglement, Yang Shaoqing couldn't resist him immediately.

Jiang Qixiao's heart trembled, and he approached No. 5, squatting with his hands outstretched, ready to intercept him.

No. 5 chose Yang Shaoqing's posture just now, with his back to Jiang Qixiao dribbling the ball with one hand and blocking him with the other.

Jiang Qixiao entangled with him for a few seconds, reached into No. 5's chest and slammed the ball out, quickly adjusted back to the position, moved under the basket and jumped up to shoot.

Unexpectedly, No. 9, who was closest to him, was close to his back. When he threw the basketball, he blocked it with his long arm and rejected Jiang Qixiao's ball. Qi Xiao instantly lost his balance and fell heavily under the backboard.

Jiang Qixiao was stunned for a moment.

"Beep!" The referee blew the foul whistle.

Yang Shaoqing immediately came over and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Qixiao up from the ground, and looked at No. 9 with a slightly deeper look.

"Wow," No. 9 smiled slightly, "Sorui Suorui, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Yang Shaoqing turned his eyes and looked at Jiang Qixiao.

"It's okay, my butt hurts a bit." Jiang Qixiao frowned.

"Stay away from him." After Yang Shaoqing finished speaking, he had no time to take care of him, and walked to the center of the court again, and began to play seriously.

At the end of the first quarter, Yang Shaoqing and the others fell behind by a few points.

Shi He seemed to be in a bad mood. People in No. 9 Middle School knew that he could play. There were special people guarding him, so it was difficult to get the ball.Although Jiang Qixiao joined this year, but because of the spoiler on the [-]th, it was only a little better than last year.

No. 9 attacked Yang Shaoqing several times, and was only fouled twice.

Yang Shaoqing didn't let out a sound, and didn't know if it hurt or not.