The art department's flag kicked off with a ball, especially the dunk after the intercepted ball and the shaking of the basket, which made the girls who passed the half-time stand up and cheer for it.?

The same is true for boys. They obviously didn't expect that the Art Department could not only get one point first, but also get one point with a dunk. Such a wonderful start made the boys who didn't have any hope for the Art Department at the beginning change their views again.

"It's a bit interesting." Xiao Yunlong on the bench saw a clue, but he was not in a hurry to play. Basketball relies on the cooperation of the whole body. The overall level and the strength of one person are far from enough. The beginning may determine the morale of the opening, but it cannot determine the whole game. He believes that his players can still win easily, take a candy, put it in his mouth, and chew it. "Mumble, I hope I can bring the points closer, give me a sense of urgency, and let me play on the court."

"Fuck, you actually dare to insult me. Okay, brothers, don't be polite. We must hit this face back." Wang Zihao looked at the contemptuous look of the center who scored the ball, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth and shouted at the other players.

The players of the sports department had a knowing look at each other and the ball attacked.

A strong and muscled point guard began to dribble at the three-point line, one breaks through and one fake move, and shoots upwards in front of the three-point jump, protecting the ball with his left hand, and his right hand is under the ball, preparing to shoot, and his eyes swept to the defender of his No. 0 man, intending to commit a foul, but when he flew forward, the No. 0 man suddenly flew away, which made him not expect that the psychological gap caused his body to shake. However, the athlete's psychological quality and the feel of years of training allowed him to continue to shoot the ball, brush, and score a hollow goal, but his body hit the floor.

The referee blew the whistle and the art ball was in Liu Xiaojun's hand and was about to march towards the opposite side. The small player Zero suddenly screamed. "Ah, it's bleeding!"

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Liu Xiaojun and others heard the screams of No. 0 and looked over.

"I'm fine, he's bleeding, he's bleeding a lot." Player Zero said, pointing to the sports point guard who had just made a three-pointer, with a floor mark, and two blood columns hanging on his nose, which was slightly crooked.

"Old Liao, are you okay?" Wang Zihao and others looked over after hearing the sound.

"I'm fine, the ball!" Lao Liao reached out and wiped his nose, but saw a player from the Art Department who had arrived at their penalty area at some point. He directly made a hollow three-pointer on the undefensive three-pointer and easily recovered a score he exchanged for with "blood".

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The whistle sounded and the goal was valid. Wang Zihao and others saw that they were about to visit. Liu Xiaojun and others were not sure what was going on.

The cheers of cheering for the Art Department sounded again, louder than before, and more people supported them than before. In fact, most people had a heart of sympathy for the weak, and the Art Department's competition against the Sports Department was not favored by others. Now, two consecutive easy scores were directly seen by these people.

"Damn, you are actually playing tricks with us. Lao Liao, can you still fight?" Wang Zihao's face was a little distorted, and he looked at Lao Liao and asked.

"No problem, a little blood will just make me more motivated and serious." Lao Liao stared at the No. 0 player who suffered a big loss, fell down and even got a lottery, almost disfigured. There was a flame rising in his eyes. If it weren't for the competition now, the impulse would have been disqualified. The National College League was about to start for some time. He didn't want to lose the quota that could participate, otherwise he would have rushed over long ago.

"Don't shoot three points, just hit the inside line, everyone goes in and let them see what real melee fighting and strength is." Wang Zihao looked at the thin arms and legs of the Art Department and ordered.

"Yes." Every member of the sports department had a cruel smile on his face.

"It seems they are going to fight hard, just empty the penalty area and remember what I said before the game." Player Zero stared at Wang Zihao's mouth, read his lips, and ordered the players of the art department.

"Okay, ok." Two consecutive goals have greatly increased the morale of the Art Department. At the same time, they have no impression of this classmate who seems to be harmless and has no idea. They just trust them more with a dead horse as a living horse.

So, according to this style of play, the Sports Department wanted to have a "bad battle" and prepared two people to fight for a force, but the two who were defending them retreated, allowing them to collide with their own people and get back two points.

When they complained and looked at the two people in the Art Department with a relaxed and smiled, and pity on your eyes when you let you score a goal, the Art Department quickly attacked and directly opened the game by two points.

Next, under the leadership of Wang Zihao, the power-based sports department dunked one after another, shaking the basket, and they couldn't find a way to vent, and became more and more angry.

The Art Department also won one backward, hook, relay, and direct shot with various pure skills, efficient cooperation, and high acting skills...

"Fuck, md, I can't find the leak!" After the second quarter, Wang Zihao clenched his fists and looked at the score that was still two points away in the stands, grinding his teeth into a creaking sound.

They played two sessions, but they didn't say that they were just a bunch of art departments, but they seemed to be led by the other side. No matter how they beat them, they were all two points away. After two sessions, they were still behind. More and more audiences in the audience chose to support the art department, and fewer and fewer people supported the sports department, which made them who were used to being arrogant and glorious, so how could they bear this "humiliation"?

"It seems that the opponent has found a good team leader." Xiao Yunlong looked at the player No. 0 who was leisurely drinking the juice handed by the beautiful manager on the opposite side, sitting on the bench, crossing his legs and resting, and a sense of fighting arises in his eyes.

"Yes, when Brother Long said this, I also felt that there was something wrong with that little man. Every time I defended him, he would disappear if he was not careful. When it was my turn to drive the ball and break through, he would always appear in front of me inexplicably."

"Yes, that number zero often appears inexplicably, it's scary. It looks very skillful, but every time I'm made the center of gravity unstable and full of flaws. Even though I can easily break my ball, he keeps it. Only when we tie the score or reverse, when I have no flaws at all, I don't know what method to use, the ball is in his hands, and there is always someone on his side who will wait under the basket, tie it directly, and then reverse."
Chapter completed!