Although Jiang Yan scored a very pulling and highly skilled ball.

I also yelled loudly.

But after all, it is not a good bird. The level of long-term cooperation with Li Yan is much higher than he and Gu Fei, and their skills are much better than the other three of their team. They only scored 15 points in the first half.

Jiang Yan made two three-pointers, and the rest were basically Gu Fei's goals. Only Wang Xu scored a penalty and scored 1 point. For Wang Xuzhen, he was weird like a schoolboy ’s two-handed free throw gesture. Jiang Yan said Very surprised.

During the intermission, he glanced at the scoreboard, 28:15. Such a score is a bit sad. This difference, with this technology and cooperation, is absolutely impossible to catch up. If this is In the official game, when playing in the second half, it was only possible to fight with the noble feeling of "can't make the point difference wider".

"Chang two people," said Li Yan, sitting on the floor of the court. "Luo Yu Zhao Yihui rested, changed two of their substitutes to play, and practiced."

"I see," Captain Wang Xu nodded. "I can't play without substitutions. I don't see this level in the second class. The sparring is too good and the confidence is fragile."

Jiang Yan sat silent while sitting on the side. When he shot the ball, he only felt the wound hurt. When he landed, he didn't feel much, but now he rests for two minutes and feels that the wound hurts like a fire.

He looked at the enthusiastic teammates next to him, and did not say that he would make a substitution. If he changed, he would rely on Gu Fei alone, and he would not be able to play a match, and there was no need for practice.

Besides, he didn't want to let Wang Xu know that he was hurt. Wang Xu was so obsessed with the scene that "you had another fight with the monkeys". He was a little overwhelmed.

"Would you like to rest?" Gu Fei whispered in front of him.

"No," Jiang Yan said, standing up and moving his arms, "let's talk after you hit."

"Okay," Gu Fei glanced at him, and called several players over. "Adapted to the first half, counted a bit, I went from the sideline to the basket in the second half. You still look at people, pass more, don't Laodai, they are very good at breaking the ball. The ball was given to Jiang Yan. I am responsible for scoring. "

"Okay, just execute as Dafei said." As a captain, Wang Xu was unable to assign tasks and had to forcefully make a summary.

In the first half, Jiang Yan always felt that Gu Fei was playing a little bit. He seemed to be testing Wang Xu's skills. From the beginning of the second half, he was not the same as before, like Sa Huan.

At this time, Jiang Yan found that Gu Fei's moving speed was quite amazing. Although Liu Fan and theirs were familiar with him, they couldn't keep an eye on him.

His line is very simple. The sideline goes straight to the basket and receives the pass to make a layup. Someone stops him and distributes the ball to Jiang Yan or another teammate. Jiang Yan then passes the ball back to him.

This style of play is very cool, Jiang Yan played a little hard, you have to pay attention to the position of the people on the court, but also pay attention to Gu Fei pass without seeing the shot.

The score chased after five or six points, but Jiang Yan couldn't help but: "Where do you go when you pass the ball?"

"I watched it." Gu Fei said.

"I'll just **** pass you ten steps away." Jiang Yan pressed his voice.

"Don't you all come here?" Gu Fei said, "I didn't lose it."

"... Lost it?" Jiang Yan was speechless.

"It's mine." Gu Fei answered calmly.

"Fart your fart," Jiang Yan said. "Did you lose what you lost?"

"Brother," Gu Fei smiled, looked at him, "are you the captain of your school basket?"

"What to do with you," Jiang Yan looked at him, "I'll tell you that you look a little."

"I see." Gu Fei said.

Gu Fei changed a little after I knew it. He would use the corner of his eye to scan the approximate position of Jiang Yan, but even after this glance, he still has such a teaching method. Anyway, let me see where you are, and I will See, how to pass or how to pass.

Jiang Yan is too lazy to say anymore. Anyway, Gu Fei and the good birds are not playing in a street basketball style. There are no rules. They force their teammates to be 100% tacit, and they play like Sahuan. It ’s like taking two substitutes. After taking the drug, he committed three rules within ten minutes.

"Pay attention to proportion," Jiang Yan was helpless. "We are the only people who have graduated to let Lao Xu enter."

"Cool!" Guo Xu waved his arms as he ran past him.

The game was still going on, Jiang Yan didn't have time to manage so much and followed.

Wang Xu broke the ball from his own substitute in the opponent's team, and suddenly roared as if God was coming: "Ah-"

Jiang Yan saw that he was immersed in excitement with the ball and seemed to have no intention of passing or attacking. He had to clap his hands: "You **** pass!"

Wang Xu looked back and passed the ball with his arms.

There was an illusion that Jiang Yan was about to suffer a heart attack. He easily got rid of the entanglement of Chen Jie. No one was staring at him at this moment. At this time, normal people should know that the pass was passed to him.

It never occurred to Wang Xu that he passed the ball to Gu Fei with his arm folded, and Gu Fei was so entangled by Liu Fan that he was almost dancing.

Jiang Yan could only watch this scene silently.

Gu Fei didn't expect that Wang Xu would give him the ball in this case. In his busy schedule, he reacted quite quickly. He stretched out his hand and patted it before Liu Fan touched it.

This slap like a volleyball smash changed the trajectory of the ball and flew over to Jiang Yan's face.

"I fuck!" Jiang Yan was startled, feeling that his heart was about to pop out of the rib wound.

Fortunately, he raised his hand reflexively, and the ball just hit him.

"It's all **** blind!" He cursed, and he didn't bother to take care of the ball, and rushed to the basket like a tank with anger.

Anyway, time is running out, and there is no time to make adjustments.

After rushing to the basket, he found that there was no chance of shooting. Liu Fan's close-knit technique was super skilled, and he followed him all the way around and turned him around.

Jiang Fei did n’t see Gu Fei in Yu Guangli. Only Wang Xu and Lu Xiaobin were stared at him. At this time, he could n’t turn around. Liu Fan ’s hand was shaking in front of his eyes. As long as he got a good shot, the ball would Robbed.

"There's no time--" someone yelled outside.

These two points will be gone if no more shots are made, Jiang Yan has no other choice but to guess that Gu Fei should come to respond at this time, not behind the basket, but behind him.

So he hooked his hand backwards, passed the ball back, followed by Liu Fan and turned his head.

Gu Fei stepped forward, steadily received the ball, seamlessly connected a three-pointer, and the ball drawn a long arc in the air.

"Come in! I fuck!" Wang Xu shouted, "Three points!"

Jiang Yan gave a thumbs-up. Although the game has not changed much, he did shoot beautifully.

The whistle sounded and the audience was over.

"It's good! I think it's good, although the score ..." Wang Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the scoreboard. "I'm 11 points behind? Hey, but it's still good!"

Everyone agreed while sweating.

"It almost matched," Jiang Yan pulled his clothes, feeling that the wound was probably because he saw sweat, and it hurt a bit. "I don't look at my teammates or the other side, I just stare at the ball. This has to be changed."

"Well, you're right," Wang Xu nodded, summing it up again and again, "It depends on one's own person and on the other person, not just the ball."

It's not that the good birds left after completing the sparring task, and a group of people excitedly discussed Lao Xu coming over.

"Hurry up and change your clothes," Lao Xu said, "I have already taken ten minutes off for you in the politics class. Do n’t affect other students when you return to the classroom."

Everyone went to the toilet in the gym to wash their faces and pee.

Jiang Yan waited until everyone came out before entering. After washing his face, he lifted his clothes in the mirror and looked at them.

"Fuck! Your uncle," seeing blood leaking out of the gauze over the wound, he couldn't help but whispered, "you, grandpa."

At this moment there was nothing on his body that could handle the wound, and he didn't want to go to the school doctor. This kind of injury school doctor had to report it at a glance. Lao Xu knew how he might affect him with love ...

A whistle passed behind him.

Jiang Yan quickly put down his clothes and glanced into the mirror, and Gu Fei was coming in.

"Is there a band-aid?" He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I use a band-aid for this injury?" Gu Fei said, "I ... go to the school doctor's office and get you some gauze."

"No," Jiang Yan frowned. "The school doctor wants to ask?"

"I'll get it and no one will ask," Gu Fei looked at his wound again. "Why didn't you say that was the case yesterday?"

"What can I say?" Jiang Yan said.

"Wait for me." Gu Fei turned and went out.

Jiang Yan sighed while holding the sink. He was distracted when he was playing the ball, but he did n’t feel too painful. Now he relaxes and feels hot and hot, with his spine in the middle. Sharp pain.

He carefully peeled off the gauze and looked at it, slightly reddened and blood leaking out, but it looked fine.

I haven't suffered from this kind of **** injury for a long time. I have also fought several times since high school. Most of them were a little bruised, and I was very depressed when I saw blood on my body.

Is this for Li Baoguo?

No matter, Li Baoguo is too lazy to ask what is happening now.

The key is that Li Baoguo hasn't contacted him since yesterday. He didn't know if he went to play cards again or was intercepted by those people.

Thinking about it, he felt a little panicked. What did Li Baoguo do? Has this trouble been solved or not? Will there be other troubles in the future?

This time I was beaten in the street. Will I be found at home next time?

Turn it upside down or break your blood?

I think I feel cold.

Gu Fei came back very quickly. When he entered the toilet, he took a small bag with alcohol iodophor and gauze tape.

"I help you?" Gu Fei asked.

"I ... myself." Jiang Yan took a little cotton wool and poured a little alcohol up.

After knowing that he was more interested in men than girls, he was unwilling to have any physical contact with people. Except for Pan Zhi, anyone would be uncomfortable when they touched him.

Especially Gu Fei, who looks good and has pretty hands, is always worried that she will have any extra thoughts.

However, holding the cotton wool in one hand and rubbing it with the cotton wool in the wound was not very easy to control. When you changed the cotton wool, you loosened your clothes and slid down to the wound.

"Wang Xu said you were forced." Gu Fei looked at him and said something.

"Well," Jiang Yan answered. "Why do you give him a thumbs up?"

"Yeah, you're pretty good," Gu Fei said, "do you want to show your self-improvement?"

Jiang Yan sighed and gave him an alcohol bottle and glanced at him: "I'm afraid you don't have a number on your hand, you can count on playing."

"I treated the wound myself at the age of four," said Gu Fei, taking the bottle in his hand and pouring it onto the cotton wool, "skilled worker."

Jiang Yan said nothing.

Four years old?

Bragging, he didn't remember when he was four years old.

However, Gu Fei's movements are quite proficient. The cotton swabs are very light on the wound, and the speed is very fast. I don't feel any pain, and I'm done.

Jiang Yan looked at the faucet next to him.

"You can't get better when you hurt the game," Gu Fei covered the gauze on the wound. "Press it by yourself."

"It doesn't matter much." Jiang Yan held the gauze and quickly glanced at Gu Fei's fingers. Gu Fei's fingers were very long, especially the little finger. It was very suitable to play the piano ... He continued to look at the faucet.

Gu Fei quickly fixed the gauze with rubber strips: "Okay, you can take these and change them yourself."

When he returned to the classroom, the political teacher was angry on the podium.

The buzz on the bottom was not suppressed by her anger. A group of "basketball players" had just finished a game, and it was just when the excitement was too bad.

"Your general Xu is simply indifferent!" The political teacher patted the podium. "I don't plan to take a grade in the midterm exam. I see it! You can go to the basketball exam! Actually, what time do you play in the class! It's not me. Optimistic about your class, just like your class ... "

Jiang Yan lowered his head quickly and sat down in his own position. Generally, such a school bully was given to the teacher's face. When the teacher was angry and scolded, he would behave more honestly.

But Gu Fei didn't cooperate so much, slowly returning to the position in the scolding of the teacher, and finishing the posture of the jacket before sitting down.

"Hey Dafei," Zhou Jing whispered, looking over his shoulder, "hey ..."

Before the words were finished, the political teacher slammed on the podium: "Zhou Jing! Go out for me!"

"Ah?" Zhou Jingzheng said.

"Go out!" The teacher yelled at him.

Zhou Jing hesitated, stood up, took his coat on, went out the back door and stood in the corridor.

"The next two! Give me out too!" The teacher pointed at Jiang Yan and Gu Fei again. "Everyone else is back, you are the slowest! I don't want to go to class! I don't want to go out and stand!"

Jiang Yan looked at his teacher. Although he had been careless and absent from class, it was the first time that the teacher pointed his nose out of the classroom.

Gu Fei was very obedient, more obedient than when the teacher asked him to take the lesson. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, he stood up, took out his clothes and went out, leaning against Zhou Jing on the railing of the corridor.

"You!" The teacher continued to point to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan sighed a little speechlessly, and got up and went out. He didn't have to take clothes, and he didn't have time to take off his jacket.

"Listen to Wang Xu and say that you are very aggressive right now?" Zhou Jing was not depressed at all because he was kicked out of the classroom, and he continued on the railing with his previous problems.

"It's awesome," Jiang Yan said.

Captain Wang Jiuri asked everyone to play as a hopeless and hard-working team member, but he couldn't help but start playing.

"Is Dafei on the field?" Zhou Jing asked, "Wang Xu said Lao Xu begged you that you didn't agree."

Jiang Yan almost didn't hold back the music, Wang Xu still insisted on the setting that Gu Fei could not play, but it was okay to make a play and make people really want to interview him.

"Yeah," Gu Fei turned his head, "I am a person with no sense of collective honor."

Gu Fei was standing to the right of Jiang Yan, and when he turned his head, his breath swept across his face. He quickly hid, jumping twice in place, bypassing Zhou Jing calmly, and chopping the railings to look downstairs.

"Really?" Zhou Jing looked at Jiang Yan again in doubt, "Don't lie to me?"

Jiang Yan looked at him. Zhou Jing wasn't a bad guy, but when he saw that virtue was the kind of person who talked like a horn, he told him that he would not need to turn around and had already propagated it.

"Um." Jiang Yan nodded.

"But Wang Xu also said that you are very good now ... how could it be that I haven't watched them play," Zhou Jing frowned, thinking for a second, and his eyes brightened, "I rely on this is your tactic? Say you're special! "

Although Jiang Yan wanted to ask him what he meant by bragging that he was bullying and threatening his opponents, he nodded.

"Ah ..." What did Zhou Jing want to say? Gu Fei's cell phone rang and interrupted him.

The call was from my mother. Gu Fei answered: "Hey?"

"Have you finished school!" Mom's anxious voice came out, "Er Miao doesn't know how ..."

Gu Fei heard Gu Miao's scream, and he jerked a bit, "I'll go back immediately."

After hanging up, he turned and rushed down the stairs.

There are several reasons for Gu Miao's screaming. The past two years are usually due to water, but it is not necessarily a reaction, only occasionally, and the mother knows it and usually pays attention.

Now Gu Miao's response should have nothing to do with water. What's wrong?

He rushed out of the school gate, and the guard wanted to stop him from reaching out without asking.

Gu Fei felt tired when riding back on a bicycle. This feeling of exhaustion suddenly struck up every time. For a moment, he felt that he could sleep until he was too old to close his eyes.

He doesn't feel tired physically, and he doesn't feel tired anymore. He can't resolve the tired heart only. Mom can ignore it, and can yell a few words with vent, but Gu Miao can't.

He was cautious, while allowing Gu Miao to fight against all possible injuries himself, at the same time he was always guarding against accidents that would suddenly occur at any time.

When running upstairs, he could hear Gu Miao screaming across the door.

The old lady at the door opened the door and looked at him with a worried look: "Er Miao ..."

"It's all right." Gu Fei opened the door and entered the room.

Mom was sitting on the sofa hugging Gu Miao, who buried her face in her chest and screamed.

"Er Miao, Er Miao, don't shout, you see your brother is back," Mom patted Gu Miao's back, "Gu Fei is back ..."

Gu Fei used to take Gu Miao from her mother's arms, rubbing one hand on her back, and gently pinching one hand behind her neck: "It's all right, Ermiao, it's all right."

Gu Miao squeezed his neck, still screaming, and his body was shaking.

Gu Fei frowned. Gu Miao was not afraid, but angry.

"What's wrong?" Gu Fei said softly, "Tell my brother, why are you angry?"

"Angry?" Mom looked at him puzzled.

He pointed to Gu Miao's schoolbag, and his mother brought the schoolbag to him. He took out Gu Miao's book and book and flipped over and asked, "Is it a book? Or a book? Did someone tear your book?"

Gu Miao's screams went down, but she was still screaming, mixed with the ambiguous words: "Drawing."

Gu Fei opened her new typebook. Before turning two pages, she saw that one page was messed up with red strokes. The wrestling villain could see the skateboard next to it, and there were words on both sides.

Pig, dumb, dumb ...

"Er Miao, stop," Gu Fei put down his book, holding Gu Miao's shoulder, "look at me, look at me."

Gu Miao's screaming finally stopped, looking up at him, his eyes widened.

"Do you know who it is?" Gu Fei asked.

Gu Miao nodded.

"This matter," Gu Fei looked into her eyes, "brother can you handle it for you? Brother to talk to this classmate."

Gu Miao stared at him for a while and shook his head.

"No?" Gu Fei asked.

Gu Miao continued to shake her head.

"Then what do you think?" Gu Fei asked, "Tell my brother."

It took Gu Miao a long time to say something lightly: "I."

Gu Fei didn't know how she would handle the matter herself, but no matter how much he asked, Gu Miao stopped talking and gave him no response, turned into his room and closed the door.

"What's wrong with my life ..." Mom covered her face and sat on the sofa and whispered in a low voice, "Married Wang Ba Dan, could not bring her own child ... Did I do anything bad in my life ... I want to Find someone to accompany ... "

"Mom, go home first," Gu Fei said.

"My son is so cruel to me ..." My mother went into the room, crying, covering her face.

Gu Fei squeezed his brows.

The room was quiet and there was no sound.

He quietly looked at Gu Miao from the crack of the door. Gu Miao was lying asleep on the bed holding the quilt, and her mother was quiet.

He sat back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

After resting for almost half an hour, he opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and called Ding Zhuxin: "Sister Xin, are you free to sit at night?"