When the dead house meets the upper paralysis

After the training session, only two days later, the first round of competition began.

The preliminary competition adopted an elimination system. The head of the sports department in the third grade went to draw the lottery. After returning, everyone said that he had a strong hand, because the opponent he drew was a player who had only played one or two games in the past two or three years and was eliminated. Faculty that went down.

So everyone was full of confidence before the game, and they all said that this time they would never let the opponent have a chance to play the second game.But who knows who owed it: "Then what if we are defeated by this department?"

The relaxed mood instantly turned dignified, and everyone in the sports department of the student union suddenly became nervous, fearing that their words would become a prophecy.After all, if you are against a stronger department, you will be considered a loser. It can also be said that the enemy is too strong. We did not expect it, but against a department of this level, you really lost. Then you can hold your head up and meet the seniors of the former basketball team who are busy struggling on the front line of the recruitment.

Mo Su hadn't actively joined the official players since the beginning, so he was taken as a substitute without even a small bench, standing next to several seniors in the student union, waiting to be dispatched at any time.

Fortunately, there was Cao Qinghui on the bench to accompany him. The two talked and watched the game. Although it was in the cold wind, they didn't feel that this time was too difficult.

Somehow, Xie Zifang, who can't even pitch, was selected into the first official team.He wore a dark blue tracksuit and a very large cashmere sweater over it, with a hat on his head and hands in his trouser pockets. He stood on the court with other players and a few students from the student union as if absent-minded. The central government discussed countermeasures and waited for the game to start.

Their opponent was standing on the other side, Mo Su glanced over and vaguely understood why Xie Zifang was selected.Although it is said that the opponent's ball is not very good, but just looking at it, Mo Su feels that the ignorant bystanders will definitely judge that the opponent can win the game.Because in fact, all the players are tall and strong, and they look like they are playing basketball.

Looking back at the players on my side, the sophomores and juniors are basically not too tall. The two tallest are all freshmen. One is a guy who is nearly 1.9 meters who is not familiar with Mosu. One is Xie Zifang.

Mo Su looked at Cao Qinghui in despair, "Do you think we can win this game?"

Cao Qinghui looked at him with a smile, "Do you think I look like God?"

Mo Su shook his head, "Not like."

Cao Qinghui continued to laugh, "Then how can I give you the answer?"

Mo Su didn't really think to find any answers from Cao Qinghui at first, he just expressed emotion, Cao Qinghui agreed with his emotion in disguise, so he was satisfied and didn't ask any more.

The start of the game was announced not long after. Mosu looked at the position. Xie Zifang was in the position of a center forward. , The scene where the ball is lost, and the ball is passed very accurately, and even knows how to read the situation, knowing where to pass the ball is most beneficial to one's own side.

After watching for a while, Cao Qinghui clicked his tongue twice, "It's not bad! You beat well."

"En." Mo Su nodded. Although neither of them mentioned who "plays well", Mo Su intuitively thought that they were talking about Xie Zifang. Anyway, among the players on the field, they were the most familiar with Xie Zifang.

But within 10 minutes, the situation on the field changed.

Although the opponent is indeed tall and powerful, it seems that he is really not playing well.In the beginning, Mosu's team relied on their superior skills to firmly suppress the opponent. They scored more than ten points in a row at the beginning of the game before allowing the opponent to score two points.After that, the gap was gradually widened. At first glance, this should not be regarded as a difficult game.

But 10 minutes later, the opponent's score was stretched too high, so they probably got anxious, their actions became rough, and the collision became much harder.

The other players on the court were relatively okay. After all, three of them were not playing for the first time and knew how to avoid injuries. The other one was also 1.9 meters tall. Even in terms of strength, they would not lose to the opponent by a few points.But Xie Zifang was the only one who played for the first time, and he was not very familiar with basketball at first. Sometimes he was too busy to take care of himself, so of course he couldn't pay attention to the opponent's movements.

After Xie Zifang was hit hard twice, although the referee called the opponent a foul, Mo Su and the others were already very angry.Seeing the students of their own academy being bullied by the opponent repeatedly on the field, no one can calm down.

Especially Mo Su began to feel annoyed.

I got used to it when playing games, Xie Zifang's account is smaller than him, although he often enjoys letting Xie Zifang get killed by monsters, but Xie Zifang is his cover, someone bullies Xie Zifang, he is the first to quit.

On the court, a second-year student passed the ball to Xie Zifang. The ball was passed very squarely, where Xie Zifang could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand. Generally speaking, no one would intercept such a ball.

However, Hengli stretched out an arm suddenly, and ran for the ball just enough, his elbow just hit Xie Zifang under the eye socket, causing him to sway to one side.

The whistle sounded and the field stopped.

Mo Su let out a "crap" and was about to rush over, but was stopped by Cao Qinghui, "What are you doing, little Sier, they are competing, there is a referee, you stay here."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience area.

Zhang Weiming had already run over to Xie Zifang, and asked with concern: "Are you all right, was the collision serious?"

Xie Zifang rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

The student who hit him was a little dissatisfied because he got a foul, "It's the first time I play basketball in a game, can't you hide? You must hit my elbow?"

Mo Su had already seen Xie Zifang being bumped, so he was already full of anger. Hearing what the other party said now, the anger that was caught by Cao Qinghui just now burst into flames, "Fuck, you don't know how to play basketball. Go ahead!" What kind of field? You think basketball is about hitting each other, and whoever you catch hits whomever you catch!"

When the other party was scolded, he immediately became angry. He pointed at Mo Su and came over, "Who the hell are you scolding? You? I can hit whoever I want to fuck. What's the matter with you? Who the hell are you?"

Mo Su straightened up and rushed over, but Cao Qinghui didn't stop him even if he wanted to, "I'm yelling at you. What's the matter? You love bumping into bumping into bumping, do you still have a little bit of sportsmanship? If you can't beat it, just hit someone , are you ashamed?"

The opponent's hand was faster than his mouth, and he was about to hit Mosu in the face with his fist. However, Xie Zifang was faster than him. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted it back and cut it behind him. But extremely sinister, "Dare to touch him, believe it or not, I will cripple your hand."

The opponent screamed, and the referee and students from the student union of the opponent's department rushed over to pull him away. At this time, Mo Su was also dragged down by Cao Qinghui, so to speak, let him calm down for now and stop causing trouble.

Xie Zifang let go of the student and let him be dragged away by people from their department.

Because of such a dispute, the referee called people from both student unions over, and finally discussed for a long time. The student from the other side was sentenced to leave, but both sides were not allowed to have any more trouble, otherwise they would be disqualified from the competition together.

The game restarted, and after Mo Su calmed down, he ran to Zhang Weiming, the only person he knew in the student union, "Brother Zhang, I want to play too, can you let me play?"

Zhang Weiming glanced at him. After the quarrel just now, both sides were a little excited. The original gap was still there, but neither side continued to score goals, and the field was stalemate for a while. "Why, the trouble just now wasn't enough, and you still want to go up and continue the trouble?"

Although Mo Su was still angry in his heart, it was beyond control after all. He giggled, "No, I just... want to play ball and win glory for the department!"

Zhang Weiming sneered, "Come on!" Then he glanced at the field again, still a little worried, "Don't join in the fun, you are tall enough, but you have thin arms and legs, you have to go up later , They are more honest now, just wait, they won't hold on for long, and they might pick you up to bully when they see you going up."

Mo Su pursed his lips and bent his arms, doing a bodybuilder's signature move, "Although we are thin, we have muscles. Believe me, Brother Zhang, let me go up and beat them to pieces."

Zhang Weiming remained silent for a while.He looked at Xie Zifang on the field. Although he said he was fine just now, he could tell that the impact was not light.After thinking for a while, Zhang Weiming nodded decisively, "Okay, I'll go and tell the minister to replace you up and Xie Zifan to come down, you stay for a while."

"Okay." Mo Su happily agreed, and almost drew a smile on his face with his hands up and cheering.

Zhang Weiming went to talk to the minister of the sports department for a while, and finally the minister reluctantly agreed to let Mo Su go up and play.

But after this fight, Mo Su didn't come down again this time.

Because although Mosu is tall enough, his body looks a little thin, and he is not very active in basketball games. No one expected that Mosu's basketball is very good.

When Mosu passed through the opponent's two tall and burly players for the first time and shot directly at the basket, Zhang Weiming's eyes hardly fell out.

The basketball threw a beautiful arc in the air, went straight into the net, and hit the ground with a bang, causing the audience to erupt.

Afterwards, Mo Su didn't forget to give the other party a middle finger, and said frightenedly: "Believe it or not, I will let you not even get ten points?"

The opponent who caught the middle finger was naturally inexplicably angry, but Mosu had already quickly ran back to his basket, ready to defend.

The other party got angry and had no way to vent, and was warned by the referee and his own student union not to cause trouble again, so he had no choice but to use basketball to earn back a little face.

Unexpectedly, Mosu did what he said. Although his legs were so weak that he could hardly take a step at the end of the game, but sure enough, in the next 20 minutes, the opponent only scored nine points and a three-pointer. Add three more pitches, and the score difference between the two teams has already exceeded [-].

As soon as the whistle sounded for the end of the game, Mosu immediately sat down on the ground and couldn't get up again.

In winter, the sweat dripped down his face in strands, and his breath was so weak that he couldn't make a sound.

A group of people rushed over and wanted to lift Mosu to the sky, but Mosu hurriedly waved his hands and refused, "No, don't...I'm about to throw up, don't touch me."

So a group of people put him down again, and Zhang Weiming found the savior of the basketball team at this time, so he was very stupid, "Are you all right, are you tired? How tired are you?"

Mo Su gave him a white look, thinking that his question was so boring that he thought it was a waste of energy to listen to it.

Xie Zifang squeezed in from outside the crowd, bent down, looked down at him, "I'll carry you back."

Mosu raised his head with difficulty, Xie Zifang put on the hat attached to his clothes again at this moment, and turned his back on the light, so that he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could guess that he must be expressionless.

After staring for a while, Mo Su suddenly remembered the way Xie Zifang grabbed the wrist of the man who scolded Mo Su just now, threatening him not to move him. Mo Su had never seen such a sinister expression.

However, Xie Zifang's defense made him inexplicably uncomfortable in the presence of the public.

Damn, he's not a woman, why should he be protected by another man!

Mo Su thought so, so he was arrogant, he turned his head, found Cao Qinghui who was also crowded in the crowd, and waved, "Boss, come, I will give you a chance to carry the hero back."