The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 275 Let Me Come

On the field, the alternating gray and white uniforms are like arrows on the string. At the moment the starting whistle blows, they move in response to the sound, moving like the wind, and their hands are like electricity. A ball has become the goal of the whole field. , was played in the parabola and between the palms and fingers, everyone was full of fighting spirit, taking care of their teammates while staring at the ball sharply, like all the beasts in the jungle attacking and confronting all in unison, except... one person.

And that person is the name that thousands of girls in the arena are screaming desperately in their throats.

"School grass, school grass, sweep the audience!"

"Lu Jingyun, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, come on, come on!"

The moon was buried in the sound of the crowd, and it made my teeth itch. I squinted my eyes to watch the game, concentrating on it, but smiled and said nothing.

Huazhi looked dazzled and thrilled, and when she heard the excited trio and Zhou Hui's voice, she almost forgot that she was here to cheer, but seeing the moon so calm, she was not so calm.

She doesn't know much about basketball, so she can only pinpoint the right time to score a goal to cheer, but Yue Yue has studied it several days in advance, and it should be very thorough for her to worry about it for a few days. Why are you standing and watching now? Don't cheer for Mr. Xiaocao?
"Moon, don't give up on yourself. Although other people's voices are loud, I believe that the school grass will definitely hear your voice first."

Huazhi covered her ears, squeezed her throat and shouted in her ear.

"Then he is amazing, he may have installed a filter outside the eardrum."

The moon joked casually, but her eyes never left the most dazzling boy on the field. At this time, she would not bother him.

Lu Jingyun takes the center position. The center is often the backbone of a team. It is commonly known as the "Yao Ming position". When it is in our penalty area, it is the team's last barrier. The second he stands there, no ball goes over the backboard.

When approaching the enemy, his innate height advantage will make him a powerful inside scorer, with various hooks, jump shots, and dunks. As long as the center is strong enough, the penalty area will become his world.

But obviously, Lu Jingyun has not fully utilized the strength of the center forward. He can only be regarded as a good defender in the penalty area. Ren Marshal and Hao Han, who are skilled in skills and have a set of fake moves, can shuttle and dodge in the second team with ease. He shoots the ball, dribbles the ball perfectly, but he just can't get into the net. At the critical moment, there is always a powerful hand of a popular girl who blocks the shot, hits the ball back, and completely blocks it.

The school girl with a strong fan filter, just this simple action is enough to make the young fans and Huaichun girls screaming.

"Wow wow - did you see that!"

"Master Xiaocao is so handsome, you can stop this!"

"Height advantage, ah, I really want to be held high!"

But this scene is completely different in the eyes of boys. What does it mean to only defend and not attack?I also don't cooperate with the players. I don't know what else it can do besides delaying the progress of the game and tired eyeballs.

Everyone watched for a few minutes, swallowed and rolled up their sleeves anxiously, looking at Lu Jingyun with a bit of hatred for iron and steel, this school girl is not just a showman, blocking the ball with his height advantage Suction powder?

The arena was played in full swing, and the heroes were passionate, but a ball got too hot, but they couldn't get in. It was like a piece of fat hooked to the mouth and couldn't be eaten.

However, the center forward in the penalty area of ​​the white team still slowly slowed down the pace, except for passing and blocking the ball when necessary. Compared with a group of "jungle battles", he is more like a graceful and slow king of beasts, looking down The audience quietly watched the fighting of their own subjects.

But the moon knows that he is observing the overall situation. The marshal at six o'clock is best at feints, assaults, and defenses. The role of the team's actions, Zhang Shuo and Zhao Lei have a tacit understanding, always looking for various opportunities for three-step layups.

A good soldier only needs to go to the battlefield and fight bravely and fearlessly, but a good general must not only have a strategizing strategy and invincible strength, but also cannot fight unprepared battles.

This competition is divided into four quarters. Although Lu Jingyun knows Hao Han well enough for the confrontation between the first and second classes, he doesn't know much about the others, especially the marshal who is as skilled as anyone in the field.

If you go head-to-head with him, you will only play a long and exhausting game, but as long as you find a tactical attack point, hit the snake and hit the seven inches, catch the thief first and catch the king, the game will be broken in one blow.

But for the current situation, Tian Ji's horse racing tactic, which is about giving up and gaining in the end, is the most suitable. It seems...he is planning to give up the first race.

No, it looks like he's about to go out.

He was faster than he had imagined, and more arrogant, like a snake releasing venom, he only needed one hit, and his shots were always fast and ruthless, and he would be graceful and calm when he won.

But at this time, an unexpected situation suddenly appeared.

Point guard Xue Kai of the white team frequently held the ball, probably because he hadn't achieved any results after playing for seven or eight minutes. He was afraid that his position was inappropriate and the players would lose their fighting spirit. basket.But the experienced marshal could tell at a glance, pressing forward with defense every step of the way, and his skillful moves made him look like he could steal the ball right away.

At this time, Hua Zhi, who finally understood half of it, clapped his hands excitedly, jumped up and shouted, "Marshal! Come on, come on, Marshal! Marshal is the best!"

As soon as the beloved girl's voice came out, especially when she was still cheering for other boys, Xue Kai, who was already desperate, immediately lost his footing, was disturbed, and walked continuously when he was at a loss. This has already happened in irregular games. Serious foul.

The marshal put down his defense, and the referee blew his whistle and made a foul gesture.

The boy lifted his ball uniform to wipe his face, brushed his hair casually, and threw a bright and bright smile at the moon and flower branches from a distance.

"yeah!"

Huazhi jumped up happily, and blew a victory kiss to him, and the moon also smiled and applauded.

"I didn't expect that Marshal, a kid who can't usually tell, has a good figure~"

Huazhi deliberately told the moon that the marshal's eyes full of desire just now were obviously the desire to show victory and praise in front of his sweetheart.

The moon clapped her hands, glanced at Xue Kai who was downcast and annoyed, then looked at the heartless flower branches beside her, smiled lightly and shook her head helplessly, Miss Hua didn't know that she had hurt her little butter heart.

Due to the white team's foul, the gray team routinely got a free throw opportunity. Under peaceful conditions without external influence, the marshal made every shot.

On the scoring platform, a sign was turned over, and one point was accumulated for the class. The team members hugged together happily, and the students behind them also encouraged and cheered.

The crowds of cheerleaders were a little dissatisfied when they saw that the school grass team not only failed to score a goal, but was also fined a point, but the momentum of cheering became more and more violent.

"Sorry, it was my mistake."

Xue Kai looked at the goal scored by the first class, and his mentality was a little broken. He lowered his head and said in a sullen voice. In fact, the main reason for his collapse was that Huazhi's shouts were not on his side.

Wang Dali and Cang Song came over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "It's nothing, what's the matter."

After speaking, he looked directly at Lu Jingyun and the boss's eyes, which was self-evident.

The latter gathered the players together, not knowing what to say.

Huazhi also seemed to have noticed that scene, it was almost a convention that at the end of a game, people cheered for the winner and at the same time they always liked to peek at the expression of the loser.

"Little Kaizi made a mistake, he seems a bit depressed, but your guy went to comfort him, I've never seen the school girl so caring~"

The moon looked up and saw the shape of his lips. He was not comforting, but said three words - let me do it.

I don't know why, but when she heard these three words, she was a little bit like a blood boil. Thinking about it again...the combination of "blood boil" and these three words seems a bit wrong, right?
The second quarter started with almost no time interval. The gray team won their first match and their morale increased greatly. The white team also recharged their batteries, not to be outdone.

And the biggest change is that the white team's center forward has started to work hard.

(End of this chapter)