I suspect you are not a good student

At the beginning of the second game, the third class could still take advantage of it.

But after a few balls, Xie Chuhong's physical strength obviously had problems, and his offensive dropped sharply. Class [-] immediately took advantage of the fire to loot.

At the beginning, the sports committee didn't pay much attention to the lost points. It's normal to win or lose. He didn't expect these points to be the key to turning the game around.

The opponent seemed to be aiming at the breakthrough of their main attackers, and focused on hitting Xie Chuhong's hand with the serve. The cooperation was not enough, and Xia Wanli's reluctance to make up for it would not have much effect.

After a few balls, they immediately disrupted the seemingly indestructible rhythm of them falling apart as soon as they moved.

"Six to eleven, class eleven scored!"

Another ball that Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong didn't have a tacit understanding and wanted to miss when they collided.

Xia Wanli was standing in the middle of the court at the time, unable to walk: "Can I have a snack, I'm tired of catching the ball..."

Huihui lost the chain on their own side, and he didn't know what he was doing one by one, jumping up and down all over the field, and saving the ball so hard.

The two parties were silent, Zhou Shiyi walked back and forth on the spot with his hips akimbo, while Xie Chuhong stood silently.

Chi Che hadn't spoken for a long time in the second half, watching the excitement ahead like an outsider.

When the ball is found, he catches it, and when he needs to serve, he just serves it. The score doesn't affect his mood at all, and he calmly watches Xiong Cong yelling at the opposite side to continue his efforts.

The contrast between the atmosphere on both sides of the venue was sharp, and the situation began to be one-sided again.

Duan Heng crossed his arms and wondered: "You put away their mobile phones, did you want to win too much? Why are everyone in your class a little absent-minded."

Now that I think about it, Class Three won the first game smoothly. In fact, it all depended on personal recklessness, there was no cooperation at all, and it was more of an element of surprise to win.

Now squad [-] has adapted to their combat effectiveness, and they crushed them to death with a little effort.

"It stands to reason that your class did well in the exam this time." Duan Heng has nothing to do every day, and only studies the transcripts of other classes. In the top three, Zhou Shiyi made a big leap forward, and both the sports committee and the little trumpet passed the test, five hundred and seventy-eight, it should be a high morale, why are you all drooping?"

Bai Siming was speechless. What is this person doing memorizing the grades of students in other classes every day: "You can't stop your mouth even if you win."

"Hey, why can't you afford to lose? Didn't I learn from you? I care about the students' mental state." Duan Heng brought the topic to the part he was most interested in recently. There is someone who looks like Chu Hong, who accompanied you to school a while ago?"

Bai Siming didn't answer at all: "It's not good to call it 'Xiongxiong'."

"That Congcong, it's not important. What's important is that I heard that your leg was broken for your ex-wife? But it was said that it was broken for your friend?" Duan Heng caressed the ring-wearing hand The cast on Bai Siming's left leg is abnormal.

Bai Siming slapped him away: "Your class won the second round."

Duan Heng raised his head in a daze.

How come you won after paying off a few balls just now?

The score was fixed at six to fifteen, and class eleven won.

A group of onlookers from the third class next to them watched the six members of the sports committee come down from the field, and did not dare to say a word, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding invisibly.

Dan Ningyu was the first to greet her with a smile: "Oh, it doesn't matter, I just bring a mobile phone. Lao Bai must be a parent who can say a few words and won't confiscate it."

None of the six spoke.

The sports committee is now full of thoughts about the last goal just lost.

Previously, Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong just bumped into each other, and in the end even the ball flew over, and the two ran to the front and watched the ball together waiting for the opponent to catch an own goal, which was outrageous.

The sports committee put his hands on his head, and Yi Ming, who was walking behind, said directly: "If you two don't want to fight, you can end and change players. They don't care about mobile phones, but I do."

As soon as these words came out, the sports committee's temper that wanted to lose was immediately frightened back to the stomach.

The atmosphere was solidified, and Luo Yaoyao and Luo Tian, ​​who came late to help the teacher with work, didn't dare to say hello, so they could only weakly ask the seniors next to them, "Did Class Three lose?"

"No, there is still one round, but there was a quarrel."

"Arguing?" Luo Tian was surprised.

Outside the crowd, Zhou Shiyi sat on a stone bench, looking down at the ground in a daze.

I don't know what Xie Chuhong said to Yi Ming coldly. When they realized it, Yi Ming had already stepped forward and wanted to grab his collar: "Don't think that the test score is great, why don't you try to say something nonsense?"

No one heard what Xie Chuhong said just now. The sudden change stunned everyone present, and even Class [-] looked over.

Zhou Shiyi got up abruptly, and was about to lift his legs to pass when he was rushed in front of him by an unsightly figure.

Luo Yaoyao saw his brother teleport over like a gust of wind, rescued Xie Chuhong from Yi Ming's hands, with a smile on his face, and squeezed into the middle of the two: "If you have something to say, why are you still making a move?" .”

Yi Ming glanced at the color of his school uniform and said with disdain, "Who are you?"

A sophomore in high school came here to make trouble.

"Oh, I'm the vice chairman of the student union." Luo Tian responded quickly, "I was sent to maintain order in the venue."

"Vice-chairman?" Yi Ming stared at the man standing behind him and smiled. "I dare to hit your chairman. What's wrong with the vice-chairman?"

With the two parties as the focus, everyone on both sides is watching.

No one doubted that Yi Ming didn't dare to make a move, and everyone present knew that his relationship with Xie Chuhong was incompatible.

Duan Heng probed: "Isn't it in vain if I help you pass?"

Bai Siming was as steady as a mountain: "No need."

Duan Heng: "Why don't you use it? What if there is a real fight?"

They were all full-blooded young guys, and a group of teachers looked at him and felt flustered for him.

"It could have turned the big thing into a small one, but now you're going over and you're really going to fight." Bai Siming came over to the other side of the eleventh class, and Xiong Cong, who was eager to persuade the fight, also stopped him.

Xie Chuhong and Yi Ming were in a stalemate, and the closest one was their third class.

Chi Che thoughtfully watched the girls in the class step forward to smooth things over, and next to his ears was Xia Wanli's dazed murmur: "Are the two of them real, or are they just pretending..."

Xia Wanli is a little dumbfounded now, he was putting on a show today because he was having an affair with Chi Che, and he never thought it would turn out like this.

In the end, Zhou Shiyi stood next to the two and made his conclusion: "I will play the setter, Yi Ming will play the main attack, and the sports committee will play the secondary main attack."

For a moment, all eyes were on him.

Zhou Shiyi acted as if he hadn't noticed Yi Ming and Xie Chuhong's quarrel at all, and simply said, "I'll try my best to take Xia Wanli's first pass, and I'll let you two see the position."

Originally, the two main attackers in their class were Yi Ming and the Sports Committee. It was he and Xie Chuhong who joined the lineup that changed the lineup.

Although the secondary main attack is not more offensive than the main attack, Zhou Shiyi still took the initiative to give up his position to the sports committee, and the physical committee played well.

"Then I won't serve either." Chi Che said abruptly, "Let Xia Wanli serve, and I will serve as a free agent."

After two innings, Class [-] had found a way to catch his serve, so there was no need to continue.

Seeing that this group of people was completely ready to mess around, Yi Ming finally couldn't care less about being angry: "Xia Wanli's serving and receiving are okay?"

Xia Wanli immediately puffed up her cheeks: "Don't look down on me, I'm a good serve too!"

Yi Ming: "With your height, can you pass it?"

Xia Wanli: "?"

The child who drank milk every day just to grow a little taller was instantly poked in the sore spot.

The intermission ended after the referee blew the whistle, and Chi Che returned to the field expressionlessly carrying the man who was jumping up and shouting to teach Yi Ming a lesson for Xie Chuhong.

Xia Wanli bared her teeth and claws in his arms, so arrogant.

The first ball at the beginning of each round has nothing to do with winning or losing, and it takes turns in order.

The Sports Committee won the right to serve in the first game, which is to win an extra serve for the third game.

On the opposite side, Class [-] saw Xia Wanli who was standing on the serving line, and his unbelievable reaction was exactly the same as Yi Ming's.

Zhou Shiyi had already switched positions with the sports committee, and Xiong Cong was stunned when he saw him standing alone in front of the net across a net: "There is still one round, brother, it won't happen."

After wasting Chi Che's side kick and scoring, and then wasting Zhou Shiyi's height advantage and letting him make a setter, is this really going to mess around?

All questioning eyes were focused on Xia Wanli, the child stood there holding the ball in a huff, without even making a move to slap the ball on the ground, when the whistle sounded, he raised his hand and threw it into the sky, which was just a slap.

With a height of just over 1.7 meters, he didn't even move his feet to take off, he just padded.

When the volleyball landed on the court of Class [-], everything happened too fast, everyone was blinded, and there was silence inside and outside the court.

Xia Wanli was very unhappy when he didn't respond to the "horn" that represented the victory. He pouted and shouted to the sidelines: "Referee! It's [-]-[-], Class [-] scored!"

Xiong Cong: "Good guy..."

Yi Ming was dumbfounded, the ball that was so fast and ruthless that it passed his field of vision just now was really sent by that milk bag of Xia Wanli?

Only the sports committee was the most joyful, rushing to the backcourt and slamming someone on the shoulder: "Wan Li, you can do it! You can't reveal it!"

Cheers broke out again from the sidelines, mostly from their own class—the phone was saved again!

Although it was common for Chi Che to score points in serve games before, it is very exciting for Xia Wanli to score points at this critical juncture.

"Why didn't you know that you still have this hand?" The sports committee didn't enjoy it, and then hit Xia Wanli's small body several times in succession.

Xia Wanli almost couldn't stand on his feet, but he was so happy in his heart that he wanted to be embarrassed but it was because of his face.

Until a scorching|hot body reached behind his back, he helped him say what was in his heart: "Wan Li has always served very well, but before you all let me serve, he has no chance."

If it wasn't for this person's words to match him, Xia Wanli couldn't believe that the "Wanli" was called by Chi Che.

The young man snorted, pursed his mouth and didn't look back, he just refused to give in to go down this step.

Otherwise, it seems that he is easy to buy!

As a result, the man raised his hand to caress the back of his neck, and touched the hot ear tip with his slender fingertips.

You don't need to look to know that it must be red.

With the beginning of Xia Wanli, the morale of the third class began to return.

In the final game, there were ten points in total. Class [-] dared not take it lightly on the opposite side, and the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

At the beginning, Yi Mingqian had limited experience in setters, because Xie Chuhong scored a lot of points. When assigning, he would subconsciously pass the ball to Xie Chuhong.

Zhou Shiyi was much calmer than him, feeding the two main attackers according to the situation.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered that Yi Ming's short and flat fastball was so powerful that almost as soon as the volleyball was released from Zhou Shiyi's palm, Yi Ming would appear one or two meters away from Zhou Shi and hit the flat fastball.

It will be a disadvantage if you face each other once or twice, but it will definitely not work if you do too many times.

So when he stood on the spot for the third time and was about to jump, Yi Ming just stepped on his feet and pretended to be a smashing ball. In fact, his feet didn't really leave the ground. Only then did he unhurriedly jump up and dunk a half fastball, the shot was brisk and neat, killing him with one blow.

Duan Heng clapped his hands and praised the time difference: "Amazing, the little speaker in your class has a very smart brain."

Yi Ming's shot was not as powerful as Xie Chuhong's smash, but Zhou Shiyi gave the ball at the right time, which completely opened his mind.

Just his "tricks" that he doesn't know where they came from are enough for Class [-] to drink a pot.

Use the time difference to get some points; pretend to be a short flat fastball, but actually rush to the setter Zhou Shiyi, and dunk the half-high ball close to the body to get some points; after taking off, avoid the opposite block and use the space difference to get some points.

After the whole process, the rhythm gradually improved, and Class [-] was beaten again. Seeing Zhou Shi throwing the ball to Yi Ming, he was a little apprehensive, and reflexively began to think about how he was pretending and what his real intentions were.

But in fact, Yi Ming just dunked the simplest and rude short flat fastball.

"Eight to five, class three scored!"

It was Xia Wanli kicking off again.

Xiong Cong was drenched all over, staring at the opposite side with his teammates sweating profusely.

The score difference between the two classes is not that big, but the battle situation is not anxious. If one is not careful, it may be late and the third class will take home the champion they have won for two years.

More and more people were watching the excitement from the sidelines, and even Director Tang, who had piled up a lot of unresolved matters, wandered over and walked beside Luo Tian and asked, "How about it, it looks like who is going to win?" gone?"

Luo Tian was nervous, and didn't realize that the person behind him was the grade director, and he didn't look back: "The last few balls, I'll go to the match point right away, I'll give you a place to watch for yourself!"

This excitement, Director Tang was almost amused, but he didn't care about it, he happily squeezed into the "watching platform" from the wall of people, and just saw the situation of the battle clearly, when he saw the school committee member of the third class who was always so milky on weekdays "crack "Hit the ball out with a bang, even with the sound of breaking through the air.

Class [-] reacted very quickly, almost catching the ball on the ground, and the rest of them continued to organize the attack.

The second pass was missed, but the position was not good. Xiong Cong could only take off from the back of the field and hit the high ball back.

Almost free.

As soon as he crossed the net, he was stopped by the sports committee who was not much shorter than Zhou Shiyi, stretching his arms, but Class [-] seemed to have foreseen it, and waited for the ball to return after being blocked. The main attacker immediately organized the second round of attack.

Jumping the ball and smashing, the two cooperated seamlessly.

"Eight to six, class eleven scored!"

The score was tight, and the atmosphere on the sidelines became more and more enthusiastic.

Xiong Cong calmly observed the situation on the other side, and winked at some of his team members.

He slowly returned to his position in front of the net, waited for the whistle to blow, and then put his hands behind his back to pass the message to the server.

- "Fight towards number two"

That is Xie Chuhong.