Chapter 129 Ace [Pred]
Li Li and Su Lingfei sat in the front row of Zhang Weidong... Seeing the two of them sit down... Zhang Weidong laughed and said to Li Li, "Sister Li, I didn't expect you to like basketball!"
"I don't like watching basketball. Ling Fei insisted on pulling me over to watch it. I don't know what's going on today." Li Li replied.
When Su Lingfei saw Li Li say this, she didn't know why a faint red cloud floated up on her white face. Her big autumn-like eyes subconsciously and secretly glanced at Zhang Weidong, but she didn't expect that Zhang Weidong was also looking at her.
As soon as her eyes met Zhang Weidong's questioning eyes, Su Lingfei felt guilty for no reason. Then she stared at Zhang Weidong and said, "Can't I like to watch basketball?"
"What's wrong? If you like it, just watch it. What does it have to do with me?" Zhang Weidong glanced at Su Lingfei angrily. He really suspected that there was something wrong with this woman's brain today.
Lu Yafen and others were dumbfounded when they saw Su Lingfei, the first beautiful teacher of Zhang Weidong's college, talking like this. They have never seen a male teacher in the college who has been so tuckold by Mr. Su, and they dare to talk about her problems in front of her.
But they like it very much!
In fact, Su Lingfei can't explain why she suddenly wanted to watch basketball. It seems that since Zhang Weidong said that she wanted to sign up for the basketball game in the morning, she couldn't sit still. Now when Zhang Weidong said this, he seemed to pierce a secret in her heart that she didn't even know. He couldn't help blushing, stalking the swan-like white and slender neck, and saying, "Why is it none of your business? I just want to see how you were eliminated!"
When Li Li heard the words, she first rolled her eyes, and then seemed to think of something. She looked at Su Lingfei and Zhang Weidong with meaningful eyes.
"Mr. Su, I think you must be disappointed. Mr. Zhang is a real basketball master." Lu Yafen and others immediately retorted.
"Cut, just his body, is he still a basketball master? Who believes it?" Su Ling glanced at Zhang Weidong and said disdainfully.
Li Zhao also didn't believe it. He turned his head and smiled and said, "Don't praise Mr. Zhang. The higher you hold it, the worse it will be."
After saying that, Li Li gave Zhang Weidong a blank look at Zhang Weidong with a strange face and said, "You really are too. Look at which of the people below, who are not tall and big. They have to sign up for some basketball game. Be careful later."
Zhang Weidong just wanted to say something. The people over there had arrived. Cao Yong'an waved to him below and shouted, "Mr. Zhang came down to play ball."
Zhang Weidong smiled and got up and went down to the venue.
"Let's divide into two groups first and have a match." Cao Yong'an saw Zhang Weidong coming and began to arrange the game.
There are many veteran players here. Knowing this rule, they nodded with a smile when they heard the words. Seeing that everyone agreed, Cao Yong'an began to group.
Zhang Weidong and Cao Yong'an were divided into one group, while Li Zhongmeng was divided into another group.
After the grouping is over, gather on one side to arrange the position.
"Do you think it's better for Wei Dong to play as a scoring guard or a small forward?" Because Zhang Weidong's shooting is very accurate, the grouping score is good, and Cao Yong'an asked Zhang Weidong.
There is a basketball course in the college physical education class. Although Zhang Weidong usually doesn't play basketball very much, he still knows that the scoring guard and the small striker are important scorers of the whole team. In particular, the small striker is not only the most important scorer of the team, but also has a strong singles ability.
Since he was for the bonus, Zhang Weidong didn't want to be too low-key. What's more, Su Lingfei's words also made him a little unhappy. It seemed that his body could only be hit and trampled, so Zhang Weidong said without thinking, "Little forward."
Cao Yong'an and others know only a few times about Zhang Weidong's skills just now. If they hadn't seen Zhang Weidong's bouncing ability so well and just looking at Zhang Weidong's body, Cao Yong'an would certainly not have suggested Zhang Weidong to play as a small forward. Even with this suggestion, he still felt that Zhang Weidong was more suitable for playing as a shooting guard. He also thought that Zhang Weidong chose the position of shooting guard, but he didn't expect Zhang Weidong to choose a small forward without thinking about it.
"Mr. Zhang's physical collision against the small forward may be a little fierce. Isn't it a big problem for you?" Cao Yong'an hesitated and kindly reminded that the other three team members also nodded in agreement.
Zhang Weidong naturally knew what they were worried about. He smiled and said, "It's okay. Don't look at me being thin. In fact, I'm hurt."
Seeing Zhang Weidong say this, Cao Yong'an and others had nothing to say, so they decided that Zhang Weidong would play a small forward.
Of the five people, only Zhang Weidong is a newcomer, and the other four are well-known and old partners, so Zhang Weidong's position is certain, and the other four people have set their own positions without much discussion at all. Among them, Cao Yong'an played the most bitter and tiring power forward position with the least chance of shooting and scoring.
After Zhang Weidong's distribution, Ji Zhongmeng's team was also assigned. Although Li Zhongmeng is tall and handsome, he is also a newcomer, and his treatment is much worse than that of Zhang Weidong. He plays in the same position as Cao Yong'an, a power forward.
Today, there is a beautiful woman from Su in the stands watching the battle. Who doesn't want to perform well and get a top scorer. Of course, Li Zhongmeng is no exception. Unexpectedly, it is the life of a hard worker. He has his share in dirty work, but his share in shooting. However, Li Zhongmeng is a newcomer, so he relies on an uncle who is the deputy director of the Municipal Science and Technology Bureau. At this time, it is not easy to openly disobey the arrangement of these old teachers.
The game officially began soon, and both sides sent players to the jumping area to grab the ball. Zhang Weidong's jumping ability is obvious to all. Naturally, he was pushed out. I don't know if it was because the teachers were afraid of losing face in front of Su's beautiful woman. He really thought that Li Zhongmeng's jumping ability was better than himself. Anyway, Li Zhongmeng was unanimously pushed out to grab the ball with Zhang Weidong.
Seeing Zhang Weidong and Li Zhongmeng grabbing the ball together, Sui Zhao and others immediately got excited as if they had been injected with stimulants. They actually stood up and shouted, "Come on, Mr. Zhang, get down Mr. Li!"
It's really more popular than people. Li Zhongmeng was so angry that he almost fainted as soon as he heard it.
At this time, the referee blew the whistle and then threw the ball high.
Li Zhongmeng took a breath in his heart. Seeing this, his legs suddenly exerted force and jumped high. Seeing this, Zhang Weidong raised a contemptuous sneer at the corners of his mouth. With a gentle tap on his toes, he rushed up like an arrow and jumped up like an arrow. His two ape's arms were so comfortable, and he easily grabbed the ball. Then throw it casually and shoot directly.
The basketball crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and then snorted into the net!
The whole basketball injury suddenly became quiet, and everyone forgot to breathe. Su Lingfei and Li Li's eyes widened, and their eyes almost fell to the ground.
The tall and handsome Li Zhongmeng is a scum compared with the little white-faced Zhang Weidong at this time!
After a while, there were bursts of Tang's sound in the stands.
The applause woke up Cao Yong'an and others. They all took a breath of cold air, especially Li Zhongmeng's group. After taking a breath of cold air, they couldn't help laughing and scolding, "Damn it, why don't we just admit defeat!"
Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhang Weidong knew that his performance was a little out of line just now. He scratched his head with some embarrassment and smiled, "It's just good luck, just good luck!"
Zhang Weidong didn't say it was okay. In this way, all the people in Li Zhongmeng's group rolled their eyes and scolded in their hearts. Why have I never been so lucky!
Cao Yong'an and others in the same group as Zhang Weidong all laughed proudly.
After a while, everyone started the game again under the reminder of the referee.
Next, Zhang Weidong restrained a lot, but even so, he still made nine out of ten shots, and Qi and Li Zhongmeng were even more competitive. Although poor Li Zhongmeng was tall and big, he was also in the position of a power forward, but under Zhang Weidong's intentional suppression, he didn't even grab a rebound. It was not easy to stand well once. His teammate passed a ball to him. As soon as he got up and shot, he was severely covered by Zhang Weidong. He was so depressed that he just wanted to vomit blood. What depresses him most is that every time Zhang Weidong grabs his rebound, Sui Li and others will shout that Mr. Zhang plays well.
Although Li Zhao and Su Lingfei don't know much about basketball, Zhang Weidong's easy-handed shooting, as well as dexterous, quickly breaking the ball, jumping into the dunk, all of which dazzled and amazed them. At this time, Zhang Weidong still had a thin little white face in their eyes, which was simply more Jordan than Jordan. Even Su Lingfei forgot the identity of Zhang Weidong's pervert. A pair of autumn-like big eyes stared at Zhang Weidong's elegant and free posture, and the expression of obsessiveness in her eyes was unknown.
A game ended with the victory of Zhang Weidong's group without any suspense, and poor Li Zhongmeng not only scored zero eggs, but also had zero rebounds as a power forward, which made him very ashamed.
As soon as the game was over, captain Cao Yong'an immediately called out the most awesome slogan of the basketball team of the Environmental Engineering College: "This time our goal is the first, no second!"
High-tech Street Supreme Entertainment City, in a large box in Kyang on the second floor.
Cao Yong'an, who had drunk too high, stood in front of the screen with a microphone in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He hysterically roared and sang the theme song of the TV series Water Games. There are also seven or eight teachers on the sofa, all of whom hold beer in their hands and shout at the wine from time to time. It can be said that they sweep the floor, without the steady image of being a teacher in the past.
Zhang Weidong looked at the group of university teachers and professors in front of him who had completely put aside their usual stability and prudent and completely relaxed, and couldn't help shaking their heads, and then got up and went out of the box. He really can't stand the smoke and cancer in the box, as well as Cao Yong'an's broken voice.
After the game this afternoon, Zhang Weidong was identified as the soul of the basketball team of the Huangong College without any suspense. He was also the trump card of the Huangong College basketball team in the "Wujiang Cup" this time. Poor Li Zhongmeng was completely unable to let go of his hands and feet because he was pressed by Zhang Besides, he was kicked directly out of the basketball team.
Because of the hope of competing for the first place, Captain Cao Yong'an suggested that everyone go to dinner and sing together after the internal competition of the college, which led to the scene of the box tonight.
As soon as he left the box, Zhang Weidong immediately felt much more relaxed and comfortable. He looked back at the closed box door behind him and remembered that the group of college teachers who were usually knowledgeable and detached in the eyes of others were now crooked, crying and howling, and couldn't help shaking their heads again with a smile.
Zhang Weidong was shaking his head when he faintly heard a few familiar shouts and curses. Zhang Weidong couldn't help frowning slightly and walked in the direction of the sound.