She is in the fog

Everyone was not optimistic about Li Bufan, and did not think that his appearance would change the unfavorable situation of the team. On the contrary, they thought that Li Bufan would only hinder the team.

Unexpectedly, after Li Bufan came on the court, the situation on the field gradually reversed. At the end of the first half, Class 1 had surpassed Class 5.

During the half-time break, Qian Ziyue gulped down mineral water, his Adam's apple moving up and down and his eyebrows furrowed.

Wang Wei was anxious and yelled at him, "Qian Ziyue, are you capable? You said all these harsh words, but you were beaten like this? How could you be overtaken?"

Perhaps because he was temporarily behind, Qian Ziyue was also in a bad mood. He twisted the mineral water bottle into a ball and threw it to the boy next to him, saying rudely: "What are you yelling about? Do you think I'm not in a hurry? If you can do it, go ahead."

"I was watching from the sidelines, and I was even more anxious than you were playing inside. I couldn't wait to play on the court myself." Wang Wei rolled his eyes. "If I knew how to play basketball, I would have signed up long ago! Oh, you guys have to work harder. Class 1 has been suppressing us for so long, you should fight for your dignity!"

Qian Ziyue was very impatient. He wanted to win more than anyone else present.

The halftime break was over and the second half was about to begin. Qian Ziyue handed the handkerchief in his hand to the logistics classmate in the class, looked at the "21:15" on the scoreboard, took a deep breath, and then stepped onto the basketball court again.

Perhaps because of his excessive desire to win, Qian Ziyue seemed more impetuous than in the first half. He made frequent mistakes and even committed an obvious foul, resulting in a free throw.

As the score got bigger and bigger, the cheers from Class 5 gradually faded, and their morale dropped. On the contrary, as Class 5 continued to score goals, the cheers from Class 5 continued. It was really like heaven on one side and hell on the other.

However, worse things were yet to come. During a pass, Qian Ziyue was knocked down by a teammate and fell heavily to the ground. He seemed to have sprained his ankle and kept crying "Ouch, ouch" while holding his ankle. The referee then suspended the game and came forward to check the situation.

The guard of Class 5 looked down at Qian Ziyue on the ground and said coldly, "You guys hit him, don't try to blame our class."

Qian Ziyue grimaced in pain, raised his head and glared at the man fiercely, then with the help of his teammates, he stood up with difficulty, holding up one foot, and was reluctant to put it down.

"How is it?" the referee asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Qian Ziyue tried to put his feet down, and as soon as the soles of his shoes touched the ground, he felt a piercing pain from his ankles to his brain.

He quickly retracted his feet and shook his head dejectedly.

The referee signaled to them that they could make substitutions. Qian Ziyue glanced at the people on the sidelines. Zhan Peng was not there, and there was no substitute.

As the sports committee member, Qin Yiran quickly turned his head to Fang Yuan and asked, "How about you go up?"

"I, I can't do it." Fang Yuan subconsciously took a step back with a very resistant expression.

She looked at Zhang Tao again: "What about you?"

"Forget it. I'm not a good fighter." Zhang Tao frowned and didn't dare to take on the task.

Qian Ziyue's skills are already top-notch in the class, and he can't beat him, let alone others. Given the current situation on the field, I'm afraid no one would dare to take on the task.

"No one wants to play?" Qin Yin looked around unwillingly, "If we play, at least we have a chance to win. If we don't play, we will really lose. Don't you want to fight?"

Seeing the boys in the class cowering, Qin Yin couldn't help but lower his head in frustration and sighed, "If that's the case, then I have no choice but to admit defeat."

Just as she was about to explain the situation to the referee, Qin Yin saw He Xi squeeze into the crowd in a casual manner, wearing a number 5 white basketball jersey. Ming Mei followed beside her, holding her school uniform pants in her hands.

Qin Yiran rushed to her side and asked, "He Xi, you've put on your full set of equipment, are you going to play?"

When Qian Ziyue used Li Bufan to belittle all the girls, He Xi admitted that it was the first time she wanted to abandon her class honor and hoped that Li Bufan would win. But now Qian Ziyue was out, and he was defeated miserably. Qian Ziyue lost to Li Bufan, and the competition between them had come to an end. Li Bufan slapped him hard in the face.

At this time, He Xi didn't want Class 5 to lose to Class 1. Moreover, from her own heart, she also wanted to compete with Li Bufan.

He Xi crossed his fingers, moved his wrists and fingers, and twisted his neck and ankles. "Let me tell you in advance, if I lose, I will not be responsible, so don't blame me then."

"How dare you!" Qin Yiran began to be polite to her. She recalled a spring night when He Xi was the only one on the lonely basketball court. She slapped the basketball and made three consecutive three-pointers without even hitting the backboard. Her movements were very standard, and it was obvious that she had been systematically trained.

Qin Yiran's guess was correct. He Xi was the main player of the school basketball team when he was in college. He also represented the school in the college basketball league. Although he was not a powerful character, he had been systematically trained by professional coaches, which made him more professional and calm.

Class 1 was full of arrogance at this time. One boy couldn't help but say, "How about this? If there's no one, then don't fight. If you surrender, you lose half."

He Xi didn't bother to pay attention and walked straight to the basketball court.

At the referee's signal, the game continued.

In basketball games, tall people with long limbs have an advantage. He Xi has grown taller than last year, now 171 cm tall, but she is still shorter than the boys on the court. She can only make up for her shortcomings by making up for her height. She decided to make up for her shortcomings by improving her flexibility.

Ideals are full, but reality is a little skinny.

She overestimated the tacit understanding between her and the boys in her class. Perhaps it was because she had never played basketball with them before, their tacit understanding was almost zero. If the five players on the court were compared to a complete person, then she and the other four were like a newly assembled body, each moving their own way, but all in vain.

While running, her teammate not only almost tripped He Xi, but also accidentally passed the ball to Class 1, allowing the opponent to score another goal. Deafening cheers suddenly came to her ears. He Xi put her hands on her waist, panting in confusion. She looked at her four teammates and finally understood why Qian Ziyue was knocked down by her teammates. When he was ruthless, he didn't distinguish between friend and foe and beat his teammates?

She decisively asked the referee for a timeout.

There was only one minute left in the timeout. He Xi gathered them together and made a long story short: "In the next game, all the balls must be passed to me, the white jersey. I am the only one wearing a white jersey in the whole stadium. Don't pass the ball to the wrong person again. Do you understand?"

Her voice was sonorous and powerful, as if she was giving them an order that could not be refused. The four of them nodded in agreement: "Understood, understood."

The game continues.

The four followed He Xi's instructions and passed the ball to the player in white jersey after grabbing it. He Xi did not disappoint their trust. After getting the ball, he made a fake move and quickly withdrew. Facing layers of defense, he jumped directly from the spot.

"call out--"
The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air.

A beautiful three-pointer.

As the basketball hit the ground with a "bang bang bang" sound, the students in Class 5 burst into screams. Some of them even hugged each other and jumped on the spot, as if they were as happy as if they had won five million.

Next, He Xi made two more three-pointers. Just as the third quarter was over, the referee announced that they could take a two-minute break.

He Xi looked at the score: 26:24. If they continued to play as usual in the fourth quarter, they should be able to win. She walked to the sidelines, and Mingmei handed her some water and wet wipes. She took the wet wipes and began to wipe the sweat off her face.

Seeing that she had finished wiping, Mingmei reached out her hand to take the wet wipes she had used and throw them away, but she didn't expect He Xi to look at Li Xingyu directly and said, "Spread your hands."

"Ah?" Li Xingyu was puzzled, but still spread out his palms obediently.

He Xi put the used wipes in her hand and said, "Take it and throw it away. Thank you."

Li Xingyu reacted, picked up the wet wipes and waved them in front of He Xi's eyes, and complained: "It's a bit polite, but not much."

"Just go if I tell you to. He Xi scored three three-pointers, what a great hero!" Wen Wan turned into a little fan of He Xi, with stars twinkling in her eyes, "He Xi, you are my god! Another three-pointer and we'll overtake!"

He Xi took the water Mingmei handed over, took a sip, and then said, "I'll try my best."

After He Xi finished drinking the water, Ming Mei took the bottle back and clenched her fist to cheer her up: "Come on!"

"Okay." He Xi nodded, his eyes becoming more determined.

Two minutes passed quickly and the fourth quarter began.

This was the last quarter of the game. Players from both teams were relatively cautious and changed their approach.

Class One is still leading in the score, so they adopted a strong defensive policy. Even if they don't score a goal, they can't let Class Five score.

It has to be said that their method was effective. Five minutes later, the score was still 26:24. If Class Five did not score in the next five minutes, the final victory of the game would belong to Class One.

However, perhaps because of his nervousness, or perhaps because there is always a loophole, Li Bufan made a mistake in the passing process and threw the ball in the wrong direction, and the basketball went straight towards the spectators outside the court.

According to the force with which she threw the ball, the basketball will definitely go out of the line. After the basketball goes out of the line, the possession of the ball will be transferred to Class 5, which is beneficial to Class 5.

But He Xi noticed that if the basketball didn't turn, this direction...

It is very likely to hit Mingmei who is outside the field!

Sure enough, the basketball flew straight towards Mingmei's face like a meteor.

He Xi didn't have time to think, and his body jumped up reflexively. When the basketball was about to go out of the line and hit Ming Mei outside the court, he flew to catch the ball and changed the trajectory of the ball.

"Snapped--"
He Xi fell to the ground and a layer of skin was scraped off his arm.

Without waiting for anyone to help her, she endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. She looked at Li Bufan opposite her and asked angrily, "Do you know how to pass the ball? Are you blowing it in someone's face?"

Li Bufan looked at Mingmei without saying anything, but her face was full of guilt. She was afraid that if He Xi hadn't stopped it, the basketball would have hit Mingmei. Fortunately... Fortunately, it didn't hit her.

Li Bufan turned to look at He Xi, and the expression on her face changed to gratitude. She was about to say something to express her gratitude, but her teammate next to her responded with dissatisfaction: "It's not your turn to speak to the people in our class. We are in a competition. Who asked them to stand so close? Even if they were hit, they deserved it."

He Xi thought he was being inexplicable and smiled contemptuously: "Did I ask you? Why are you so anxious to answer?"
She pointed at the white line on the ground and continued confidently: "Besides, please look carefully. They are standing outside the line and strictly abide by the rules. What right do you have to blame them?"

(End of this chapter)