Chapter 44 Thoughts in Football

It will soon be the third class in the afternoon, and the third class will be PE class.

Jiang Xiuqi, a physical education teacher, is very young, only 28 years old. He is a teacher who graduated from a famous sports university. He is said to be one of Jiang Yachun's suitors. He is very handsome and usually likes to wear white clothes. He looks sunny and healthy because of regular sports.

"Everyone stand together!"

All the students stood in four rows, two rows of men and two rows of women. Soon, Jiang Xiuqi finished his words and let everyone move freely. The physical education class of the city's junior high school is like this. At the beginning of the school year, the teacher will arrange some agreed activities, but generally after two or three weeks, the teacher will distribute some sports equipment before class to let the students move freely.

Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Ye are football players in the whole class. Both of them play the power forward position on the court, so they often see long-distance attacks on the court.

They have to participate in the football match in every physical education class.

"Hey! Fan Rong, it is said that you play football well. Do you play football in this class? Ye Bihuang shook the ball and said to Fan Rong in a frivolous tone.

Fan Rong was really a little retarded. He turned around Ye Bihuang for a long time. Now Ye Bihuang talked to him without any doubt and said stupidly, "I like playing football the most."

Ye Bihuang looked at his stupid appearance and couldn't help but cover his face with black lines. He covered his head and said, "Well, let's go to the center of the court. Soon the people will be here, and there will be no place if it's too late."

Li Kuan Ye passed by and smiled. The two of them had been together since childhood. Naturally, he knew what Ye Bihuang was thinking.

The organizational ability of Lee Kuan Ye and Ye Bihuang is not bad. They always gather more than 20 people soon. Soon, the team was divided in the field center. This time, Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Ye are in the same group.

The ball is placed in the center, because there is no referee, and the person who wins the guessing will serve the ball. Fan Rong is also tall. He has been promoted as the captain by the opposing players. In this way, Ye Bihuang and Fan Rong began to guess.

"The stone." This is Fan Rong's gesture.

"Scissors." This is Ye Bihuang's gesture.

"Hehe, I lost. You serve." Ye Bihuang smiled gently and didn't let people see the murder in his eyes at all.

Suddenly, there was a wolf smoke on the court. All the players crowded together to grab a ball. Junior high school students didn't know how to arrange troops at all. As long as they played well, they would become... Lee Kuan Ye and Ye Bihuang cooperated very well. In an instant, the ball was biased towards Lee Kuan Yew. Lee Kuan Yew hooked the ball. Seeing someone coming to grab the ball, he kicked the ball to Ye Bihuang without love with the ball.

Ye Bihuang's sports awareness has been strengthened in his life. He carried the ball all the way, but no one can stop him.

"Oh..."

"Yeah... It's time to score. Lee Kuan Yew immediately cheered loudly, and Ye Bihuang's team began to cheer when they saw and didn't see. However, Fan Rong's people were all disgraced, because they would be punished if they lost - everyone lined up in a row and did ten push-ups.

However, this is not the worst. What's worse is that everyone doesn't want to lose - Lan Muxi is standing by the court and watching today.

"Muxi, where are you watching the football match?" Su Wen walked to Lan Muxi and asked with a delicate smile.

"Ye-, I think they play very hard." Lan Muxi covered her mouth and smiled, because she saw Ye Bihuang's lovely appearance of cheering.

Su Wen is Lan Muxi's best friend. Su Wen is in the fourth class of the second year of junior high school. She said that walking with Lan Muxi will definitely attract many people to look back. A tall and plump beauty and a charming and quiet school beauty, how can there be no reason not to turn back?

I saw Su Wen's handsome face, her eyes were dark, her cheeks were red, and her body was full of youthful and lively wheat-colored skin giving people a sense of health and vitality. Wearing a whole set of Nike's pure white and pink-edged sportswear, her slightly curly dark and shiny hair tied into a relaxed and lively braid, always It is the confident and lovely expression, thick eyelashes, pure eyes, shiny pink lips, revealing thousands of ** all the time...

"I remember you didn't like watching football games before, and you still hated smoke and dusty places." Su Wen looked at Lan Muxi with a strange look.

Lan Muxi's big eyes turned and said, "So am I interested now? I like watching football games, don't I? Why do you have so many problems? In order to hide the hot feeling on her face, she quickly jumped behind Su Wen's back and pretended to scratch her itching.

"Hey, I'm not talking about you. Your little girl can't be Sichun, is she?"

"You still say it!" Lan Muxi was not happy at that time, and his eyebrows were upside down.

When Su Wen saw it, she hurriedly grabbed Lan Muxi's little hand and said, "Walk with me, go around the field, go around the circle."

"Yes."

On Ye Bihuang's side, after all the members on Fan Rong's side finished the push-ups, they began a fierce battle again. This time it was Fan Rong and the others who started the ball.

Ye Bihuang went straight up. Fan Rong was a player who liked to carry the ball. As long as the ball was under his feet, he liked to carry the ball in various ways. In addition, the school beauty Lan Muxi frequently turned his head to look at the center of the field, and he was even more reluctant to throw the ball to others.

"Fan Rong, give me the ball!" Someone in Fan Rong's team shouted.

Fan Rong lowered his head but didn't hear it. He forcibly pressed the border with the ball under Ye Bihuang's siege.

"Hey." Ye Bihuang smiled coldly and stretched forward. If Fan Rong didn't know the current affairs, it would be enough for him to stand it. Fan Rong saw that Ye Bihuang's momentum was fierce and did not dare to win at all. Stop in place with the ball to look for the opportunity.

"Give me the ball." Lee Kuan Yew suddenly appeared from Fan Rong's side and took the ball away with lightning speed.

"Fuck..." Fan Rong spat and turned around to chase him.

"Hey hey, you're out of luck now." Ye Bihuang also began to accelerate. The amount of exercise on the football field was completely meaningless to him. He quickly surpassed Fan Rong and gestured to Lee Kuan Yew.

Lee Kuan Yew understood in an instant that after tens of seconds of dribbling, Fan Rong had already stood in front of the goal and began to wait for someone to take the ball over and then grab the ball.

Passed the ball to Ye Bihuang in an instant.

Ye Bihuang received the ball and opened his foot in an instant. He only heard the muffled sound of the ball. The ball rushed to Fan Rong with an incredible progress parallel to the ground.

Fan Rong's intuition was black in front of his eyes, his stomach suddenly ached, and he fell to the ground.

"Ah!" Fan Rong's screams immediately stunned everyone. All the athletes on the court gathered around and asked Fan Rong how he was doing.

"Fan Rong, are you all right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it just now." Ye Bihuang did a very realistic role. He squeezed through the crowd, hurriedly held Fan Rong's hand and apologized.

Although Fan Rong was very suffocated, he slowly sat up and said with a wry smile, "It's okay. Mistakes on the court are inevitable."

Ye Bihuang raised the corners of his mouth, sneered, and said in his heart, "Just pretend. I don't know the thoughts in your heart?"