Demon Development System

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"Regional defense!" Qiao Bixia beckoned standing beside the club and shouted, "Give me your position!"

"Wow!" Xu Mengxi also shouted for help.

Under the guidance of Joe's shouts, the defense of the fourth class finally had some rules.

Within the three-point line, Liu Xin was the center, defending the city for a lap, and waiting for it.

Jiang Qinghua attracted the slime monsters to get around.

Marathon is just a marathon.

I **** run you!

On the second shift side, as usual, frequent switching began.

But in the face of Joe's guidance of the regional joint defense, there was no chance of playing for more than ten seconds.

The ball passed into Ling Shijie's hands. He saw that there was not much attack time and bullied Liu Yonghui's short stature, which forced a jump shot.

But at this time, Qiao Bixia suddenly opened her arms and fanned.

At the same time the tiger's eyes widened as if to eat him.

"RUAA!!!" Qiao Bixia shouted suddenly.

The tiger reappears.

With this roar, Ling Shijie shrank on the spot, and his movements also deformed.

Even the other team members were awakened by instinctive fear, the back spine was cold, and the pace was a meal.

Only Liu Xin steadily blocked the rebound.

After all, he is a man who has rubbed Qiao Bixia over eight hundred times.

Little scene.

Sure enough, Ling Shijie's investment was weak and out of standard.

Liu Xin also had a pre-judgment about this, and Youshen grabbed a rebound.

Then, according to what Li Zheng said.

First look at the location.

He decisively found Jiang Qinghua sprinting to the opponent's half marathon.

This is the fast break position.

Liu Xin immediately rounded his arms, no matter how far away, he threw the ball desperately like throwing a discus.

"Defense!" Ling Shijie turned around and shouted.

The second team members then ran.

Four people, but none of them moved.

Rest in place.

Director Li arranged it, and now is the time to widen the physical gap.

Whether the goal is scored or not, there is no dispute.

Jiang Qinghua used the advantage of bouncing to meet the expectations and received the ball.

He turned back to visit the slime monster and layup unpleasantly.

The slime monster had already given up, but when he saw that his rhythm was alive again, he just threw himself over.

Jiang Qinghua looked at the timing and deliberately waited for him to invade his body area before taking a layup.

The slime monster couldn't take it anymore, and slapped it on Jiang Qinghua's arm.

Jiang Qinghua's shot was disturbed, and the ball regrettably bounced onto the rim.

"Doodle!!"

The whistle sounded.

The referee teacher Wang raised his hand and signaled: "Foul, free throw!"

After Jiang Qinghua secretly rejoiced, Li Zheng nodded at Lao Yuanwan.

Behind him, the second class of people ran back from afar, and also threw himself empty, not too tired.

The four shifts just came here.

One side is keeping fit, one side is consuming, one in and one out, the benefits are obvious.

Next Jiang Qinghua made a free throw.

Standing alone in front of the free throw line, he had a sense of freedom he had never had before.

It seemed that the snot stuck on his hand suddenly wiped off.

Raise your hand and shoot.

The first goal, steadily progressed.

Then come the second ball.

Wow!

A little crooked, popping out of the frame.

Liu Xin and Jiang Qinghua played too much, already subconsciously stuck in this direction, and grabbed the rebound.

Looking back, Li Zheng was halfway back, and he happened to be standing on the edge of the three-point line, with no one watching.

He didn't think about it, and passed it on.

Li Zheng is also cleverly dying, as in the opening scene, he has already taken off while catching the ball.

Shot.

Uh!

Once again, you should be online.

This is Li Zheng's third three-pointer.

17:23.

6 points left.

The people on the sidelines went crazy.

"Ah!"

"Li Zheng Niu Niu--!!!!!!"

A long absence.

Boiling again.

What is even more unexpected is that Jiang Qinghua's cheerleaders finally couldn't bear it.

Mutiny changed hands.

"Li Zheng MVP!!! Li Zheng MVP!!!"

The people in the fourth class hugged and cheered like crazy.

Only Qiao Bixia did not humiliate her mission, and she had no time to celebrate. She only shouted to defend her players.

Xu Mengxi was actually shouting for help, but no one noticed.

In the excitement, the second center of the center, as usual, is another long-range serve.

This time, Li Zheng invested in the defense more quickly, and Ling Shijie turned away from each other to chase the ball.

This time, Li Zheng's physical advantage during the ten minutes of rest was revealed.

Seeing more and more approaching.

Even more terrifying.

"RUAA!!!" Qiao Bixia yelled at Ling Shijie again.

Ling Shijie was so scared that his heart pumped.

He was forced to be half a step late by this lion roar.

Li Zheng has long been accustomed to this trick, taking advantage of the momentum and leaping for help.

The body stretched a little longer.

Snapped!

You got it!

Hold the ball.

Landing.

Hold on.

The audience cheered.

"Li Zheng! Ahhhhh!"

"handsome!!!!"

"Fuck it! Fuck it!!"

At this time, Li Zheng's recovery value has repeatedly broken the peak.

【Total rate: 572.5↑↑↑↑↑】

Li Zheng didn't dare to look at the vitality value more. He held the ball for a moment, and then raised his hand to signal that the rhythm was slowing down and the attack was solid.

Ling Shijie only struggled to return to the defense, shouting when passing the referee teacher Wang: "The inner tank shattered my liver, you don't care?"

Teacher Wang glanced at Qiao Bixia.

It is also a trembling.

But thinking of his brother's account, he just waved his hand: "Can't NBA spectators also interfere, play hard."

"Fuck!"

"Who the **** are you? You're going to **** another one?" Mr. Wang's hand went into his pocket, as if he wanted to draw a card.

"it's okay no problem……"

At the same time, the sisters from the sidelines are steadily increasing.

Legend has it that a high school sophomore came out.

Sakura Lake Marbury.

Fourth shift Mitsui Shou.

Come and have a look at some.

On the field, Li Zheng knows that the resilience is rising steadily, but at this moment, he dare not spend any energy to see the vitality value, only focusing on the game.

The previous run was not in vain, not only broke the ball, but also regained the pace of the game.

The confidence of the fourth shift is also more abundant, even more cheering.

But Li Zheng still dared not go all out, and he had to leave enough energy to play for 15 minutes.

In the next few minutes, the two sides went back and forth.

10th minute of the second half.

The score is 29:31.

It was tied by two points.

There is a final 5 minutes until the end of the game.

Everyone in the audience ran slower, as if they were confined to the quagmire.

The physical strength has bottomed out.

It is inevitable that Li Zheng's technical actions will also be deformed.

Rao is that he rested for a small half, plus deliberately reserved, at this time also a little breathless, legs are sore.

He was standing in his defensive zone, his eyes were a little spent, and everything was blinking.

But he must be here.

The second class of this attack, the ball passed from one to the other, and finally it reached Ling Shijie.

Ling Shijie took a deep breath, dribbling only to Li Zheng's area.

Li Zheng lifted his breath, struggling to defend.

He could feel that Ling Shijie's dribbling movement was a little different from before.

It seems that he is determined to break in.

No matter how tired Li Zheng is, he can't make him do what he wants.

Seeing that the route was blocked, Ling Shijie drove the ball on his back, leaning on Li Zheng to squeeze in.

Li Zheng is far inferior to him, but he does not give up and gritts his teeth.

Who would have thought that such a person as Li Zheng would have such a day.

In order to win the class game, I put all my life into it.

The female classmates on the sidelines were almost crying.

"Li Zheng!!! Come on!!!"

"Ah ah Li Zheng!!!"

Ling Shijie struggled to push it in for seven or eight seconds, but he didn't eat it.

Seeing that the offensive time is running out.

He glanced at the scoreboard.

"Fuck..." Ling Shijie gritted his teeth, suddenly caught the ball with both hands, raised his arms high, and suddenly turned back and flicked his elbow.

With this flick, the tip of the elbow hit Li Zheng's nose bridge.

Li Zheng hadn't felt the pain, but his eyes were black.

The body leaned back uncontrollably.

He fell to the ground.

The pain hit his head.

Then came a smell.

"Doodle!" Teacher Wang ran wildly with his voice, "Ling Shijie, you can't fight anymore!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but my elbows aren't pressed." Ling Shijie leaned over with a smile and stretched out his hands. "It's alright, brother."

He was startled when he leaned over.

Li Zheng's face was covered in blood.

Nostrils are still running out.

"People, you are in charge!" Qiao Bixia shouted far away, "This is not a serious foul? This should be judged!"

Those who cheered on both sides also shouted.

"Really...It's not intentional..." Ling Shijie crouched beside Li Zheng, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up. "It's fine to have a nosebleed... Don't pretend, get up quickly..."

However, Jiang Qinghua rushed over with red eyes, and overturned Ling Shijie: "You pretend to be a **** grandson!"

Liu Xin also quickly lifted Li Zheng: "Brother Li, hold on, let's go to the hospital."

"It's okay..." Li Zheng wiped his nose and shrugged off the blood stains on his hand, barely standing upright.

The bridge of the nose hurt suddenly, and soon passed, but the head was still a little heavy, and the legs were softer.

"All right!" Liu Xin helped Li Zheng to the sidelines. "Your legs are soft, stop bleeding first."

While supporting Li Zheng, he stared at Ling Shijie with red eyes: "Fuck your mother..."

On the court, Jiang Qinghua grabbed Ling Shijie's collar: "You **** consciously rolled off the court!"

"Why." Ling Shijie also pulled the collar to show the physical education teacher, "Teacher, what do you say, is it a serious foul?"

Teacher Wang of Physical Education struggled to push the two away and get in the middle.

"Ling Shijie, sent off!"

"Four servings!"

"Whoever fouls again will be directly penalized."

"The two of you are entangled again, and both are negative."

This penalty made Jiang Qinghua feel better.

Under the pull of Chen Sen and Liu Yonghui, he temporarily swallowed this breath.

Ling Shijie snorted, spit, and turned back to the team members to explain: "I put the kid to a halt, and then play the whole, as long as Jiang Qinghua doesn't let go, we will win."

The players resisted in their eyes, but they did not dare to say anything in the face of Ling Shijie.

The whistle sounded and the game continued. The substitute temporarily played for Li Zheng. Liu Xin had to return to the court first.

Watching the game start again, Li Zheng only stood on the sidelines in a daze.

Accompanying that nosebleed, he seemed to have vented with a sigh of relief.

Lifting your feet is difficult.

He felt that several hands were helping him to wipe the blood, and someone was helping him to block his nostrils.

It's messy, I don't know who it is.