novelslam Chapter 138 Fierce Battle
Chapter 138 Fierce Battle
On Monday morning, Zhao Qihang was constantly on the go.
In math class, Lu Xu wrote a function problem on the blackboard, turned around, and saw Zhao Qihang clenching his fist, his eyes drifting out the window.
The chalk flew over, hit his desk, bounced, and rolled to the ground.
"Zhao Qihang, stand up."
Zhao Qihang stood up, still in a daze.
How do we solve this problem?
He glanced down at the blackboard and opened his mouth.
Someone whispered a hint to him, but he couldn't hear it and just said a random number.
Lu Xu looked at him for two seconds. "Sit down. After playing ball this afternoon, will your brain be back to normal?"
The whole class laughed.
Zhao Qihang sat down, but before he could even warm the chair, he turned to look at Chen Xu. He moved his mouth slightly, but Lu Xu's gaze swept over him, and he shut up.
During the break between classes, people were discussing something in the hallway.
The news about Class 8 spread from Class 4, and Zhou Jiefang from Class 8 also spread.
"I heard Zhou Jie from Class 8 is really good. He scored over thirty points by himself."
"He single-handedly destroyed Class 9."
"Can Class Four beat them?"
"I don't know, but Chen Xu is also in Class Four, as is Song Huan..."
Xiao Yunqing sat in her seat, holding a pen, but did not write anything.
The sounds drifted in from the corridor, intermittently.
She didn't turn her head, but her ears were perked up.
Looking out the window, Song Huan stood in the corridor, leaning against the railing, hands in her pockets, looking at the playground.
A gust of wind blew by, and his hair moved slightly.
She lowered her head and ran her fingers along the edge of the textbook.
I wanted to go over and say something.
Speaking of basketball? She can't play.
Saying "keep going" is too dry.
What are you saying?
She thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything.
She pursed her lips and lowered her head to write her questions.
He wrote two lines, then looked up and glanced down into the corridor.
He was still standing there.
……
As soon as the bell rang for the end of the last class in the afternoon, Zhao Qihang jumped up from his seat.
The chair slid back a bit, scraping across the floor with a sharp sound.
Chen Xu also stood up, closed his textbook, and stuffed it into his drawer.
"Let's go, let's go." Zhao Qihang grabbed Chen Xu and ran outside.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.
The students in the classroom began to pack up their things. Some stood up and stretched, some grabbed their water bottles, and some called to the people next to them to go to the playground together.
The sounds of chairs scraping the floor, textbooks slamming on the table, and voices mingling together.
Song Huan capped the pen and stood up.
He pushed the chair back a little and turned to leave.
"Song Huan".
He turned around and saw Xiao Yunqing sitting in her seat, head down, speaking softly.
"Would you like me to give you a massage later?"
The voice was very soft, as if it were being squeezed out of the throat.
Her face turned red starting from her neck, then down to the tips of her ears and her earlobes, as if it were about to bleed.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Of course."
She looked up at him.
She smirked slightly, then quickly suppressed it, closed her textbook, stood up, and followed behind him.
Her steps were neither fast nor slow, her short hair hanging down the side of her face, covering her bright red ears.
A crowd had already gathered around the basketball court.
The fourth class was mostly occupied, and the eighth class also had quite a few seats.
Zhao Qihang was warming up by dribbling the ball on the court. He dribbled very hard, and the ball hit the ground with a loud thud.
Chen Xu stood under the basket, raised his hand to catch a ball, and gently put it in.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, put his hand on Song Huan's shoulder, and pressed it down once, then again.
Look across at the other side.
The students in Class 8 were warming up. A very tall boy was shooting a three-pointer. The ball went in cleanly.
Several people nearby applauded.
That's Jay Chou.
He threw a few shots, then stopped and glanced at Class 4.
Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment. "They're so tall."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
She pressed his shoulder again. "Be careful."
Zhou Shan squeezed in from the side, adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, and said, "I have a friend from Class 8, and she said these boys play really aggressively. Last time they played against Class 9, someone got knocked down, but the referee didn't even call a foul."
Xiao Yunqing tightened her grip slightly and patted Song Huan's head. "Did you hear me?"
Song Huan nodded.
The referee walked over from the sidelines, blew his whistle, and waved for the players to enter the field.
Song Huan stood up, took off her coat, and handed it to Xiao Yunqing.
She took it and held it in her arms.
He ran two steps onto the field and heard a voice behind him.
"come on."
The sound wasn't loud, but he heard it.
Without looking back, he ran onto the field.
Both teams are standing in the center circle.
Zhou Jie stood at the very front, only slightly shorter than Chen Xu, with clearly defined muscle lines on his arms.
He glanced at Class 4 with a detached expression.
"Class Four?" He glanced at Zhao Qihang. "Go back to your studies."
Zhao Qihang's face turned red.
Chen Xu didn't speak, staring at the basketball hoop.
Song Huan stood next to Zhao Qihang, her face equally expressionless.
The students from Class 4 heard it from the sidelines.
Someone cursed, "This Jay Chou is too arrogant!"
Xiao Yunqing held Song Huan's coat tightly, nervously watching the scene.
In the distant stands, Lu Xu sat on the steps, holding a glass of water in his hand.
Sitting next to me was the homeroom teacher of Class 8, surnamed Ding, named Ding Xun. He was tall and thin, wore glasses, and had his arms crossed.
"The kids in your class are pretty arrogant," Lu Xu said in a flat tone.
Ding Xun smiled and said, "It's normal to have a temper when playing ball."
Lu Xu didn't reply, but took a sip of water.
The referee tossed the ball up.
Chen Xu jumped up, touched the ball with his hand, and passed it to Song Huan.
Song Huan caught it, took two steps, and the defense from Class 8 had already moved up.
Two players were positioned to attack the ball, which was poked and bounced out of bounds.
Zhao Qihang rushed over and rescued him, then passed the ball to Chen Xu.
Chen Xu received the ball under the basket, turned around, and was immediately surrounded by two players from Class 8.
The ball was knocked away again, and Class 8 launched a fast break.
Zhou Jie received the ball in the frontcourt, and no one could defend him. He took three steps and made a layup, which went in off the backboard.
0:2.
In the next round, Class 8 made a steal, and it was Zhou Jie again.
He received the ball beyond the three-point line, dribbled once, and then pulled up to shoot.
The ball arced through the air and swished into the net.
0:5.
The cheers from Class 8 on the sidelines erupted.
The area around Class 4 became quiet.
As Zhou Jie ran back, he glanced at the fourth class's bench and smiled.
Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball across half-court, but was forced to the sideline, unable to pass the ball out.
Class 8 intercepted the ball again, launched a fast break, and made a layup.
0:7.
In the next possession, Zhou Jie received the ball beyond the three-point line, and no one could stop him.
He dribbled twice, stopped abruptly, and jumped to shoot, and it went in again.
0 is better than 10!
The students from Class 4 on the sidelines fell silent.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, clutching Song Huan's coat, her hands nervously crumpling the clothes.
She took a deep breath.
"Go Class 4!"
The sound exploded from the sidelines, crisp and clear, echoing throughout the entire stadium.
The students in Class 4 were stunned for a moment, then started shouting.
"Go, Class 4! Go, Class 4!"
The sounds overlapped, growing louder and louder.
Song Huan received the ball in the backcourt and dribbled it across half-court.
As the defenders from Class 8 closed in, he paused and glanced at Chen Xu.
Chen Xu positioned himself under the basket, his hand raised.
Song Huan tossed the ball towards the basket, Chen Xu caught it, turned around, and jumped.
The center from Class 8 rushed forward, but it was too late.
The ball slammed into the basket, and the backboard wobbled.
With a loud "bang," the entire room fell silent for a second.
Then cheers erupted from Class 4, like an explosion.
Zhao Qihang ran over and gave Chen Xu a high five.
Song Huan also ran over, and the three of them bumped fists.
The score became 2 to 10.
Class 8 is on offense, and Zhou Jie has the ball at the top of the arc.
He dribbled twice, changed direction to get past his opponent, broke through to the free throw line, and pulled up for a jump shot.
The ball bounced off the rim and rolled out.
Chen Xu grabbed the rebound and passed it to Song Huan.
Song Huan dribbled across half-court, and Class 8's defense retreated.
He glanced at Chen Xu under the basket, who was being guarded.
She glanced at Zhao Qihang again, feeling like she was being stared at.
He dribbled the ball to the three-point line and paused for a moment.
The defender from Class 8 closed in, his arms outstretched.
Song Huan tugged twice, took a step back, and jumped.
The defender rushed in, but it was too late.
The ball was flicked from the fingertips, arcing high, and bounced off the backboard into the basket.
5 is better than 10!
The sidelines erupted again.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, jumped, and almost dropped her coat.
Zhou Shan clapped happily beside her.
Zhou Jie received the ball in the backcourt and dribbled it across half-court.
This time he didn't play it himself, but passed it to his teammate.
A teammate breaks through and passes the ball to the center of Class 8, who receives it under the basket and jumps.
Chen Xu jumped up, stretched out his arm, and slapped the ball down with one hand.
The ball bounced on the ground, was picked up by Zhao Qihang, and passed to Song Huan.
Song Huan dribbled to the frontcourt, but Class 8's defense hadn't settled into position yet.
He accelerated to the free-throw line, stopped abruptly, and took a jump shot.
The ball spun around the rim and rolled in.
7 is better than 10!
The students from Class 4 stood up on the sidelines.
Some shouted "Defend!", some shouted "Fourth Class!", and some pounded on the railing, making a loud thumping sound.
Xiao Yunqing stood at the front, holding her coat, her eyes fixed on the court, not blinking.