Pull girl: school grass and school bully love me

Chapter 138 The end of the first half

Most of the time has passed, everyone is extremely exhausted, and the team members are panting heavily.

Yu Zhenni looked at the score on the monitor and couldn't help but sweat for Han Zhenxing.

It is already 68:14.

The third class is obviously at a disadvantage, and the gap is getting wider and wider. It seems that it will be difficult to catch up.

"Brother Zhenxing, you have to work hard, don't lose to that rascal Murong Xue."

Yu Zhenni prayed silently in her heart.

"Although his skills are good, if you defend hard and don't take it lightly, it is still possible to beat them."

Yu Zhenni couldn't help but worry for Han Zhenxing in her heart.

She rubbed her hands again and again, and even her fingers were red.

Jingzi glanced sideways at Zhenni Yu and said to her.

"Yu Zhenni, it's useless for you to be anxious. Besides, you just rubbed your hand, can Han Zhenxing and the others score a goal?"

Jingzi questioned Yu Zhenni from the side.

"Huh? Did you break your hand?"

Hearing what she said, Yu Zhenni lowered her head and looked, why are her hands so red!
I was too anxious just now, so I didn't notice it, but now I was reminded by Shizuko, rubbing the red hot piece.

"I'm just worried!"

Yu Zhenni made a mischievous smile at Jingzi, and quickly put down her hands, not daring to do it again.

Jingzi stared at her with wide eyes, as if Yu Zhenni was a monster.

The environment on the court is still very tense, and everyone is ready to go, rushing for the next goal.

Finally, the ball moved again.

The students in class four ran with the ball, and the students in class three kept grabbing the ball.

It was hard to pass, the ball stopped and moved up and down the court regularly.

At this time, the classmate with the ball raised it upwards, and the ball flew towards the net.

Just when everyone held their breath and followed the ball closely.

The whistle sounded, and the ball just thrown did not go into the net.

The dropped ball rolled to one side.

The whistle blew and the first half was over.

The score at this time was 68:14.

It seemed that Murong Xue's match was definitely a win.

(End of this chapter)