As the referee blew his whistle, the game stopped temporarily.

Song Yi and others also saw Yang Xiuwen and gathered around him, sweating profusely.

He took the towel handed to him by Shan Xiaodan and others, wiped it randomly, and complained to him, "Third brother, you fucking know how to come back. My brothers are almost dead because of you!"

Yang Xiuwen stopped Wang Li from taking off his pants and asked confusedly, "Boss, what are you talking about? Why for me?"

Hu Yuan took the herbal tea handed to him by his classmate, took a sip, wiped his mouth and explained, "Your wife is being taken care of. I wanted to vent my anger on you, but the world is too cruel, and we have been vented!"

Zhang Jun held his head and turned to one side, "Did you see that big donkey guy always went to Xiaotong whenever he had something to do? He said he wanted to discuss poetry and prose, but did he bring flowers to discuss it?"

Sun Qian said that Xiaotong ignored him at all, but he still went on shamelessly.

Look, he is ogling Xiaotong again."

Yang Xiuwen looked up and saw Li Xiaotong, Sun Qian, Yu Xiaofei, and Zhao Li watching them from a corner of the court.

There is another person in the crowd, Feng Min! Why is she here?

It seemed that they had a very close relationship and were talking and laughing.

Li Xiaotong had seen him a long time ago, and his face was very excited, as if he wanted to call him, as if he remembered something again.

She glared at him from a distance and muttered.

After paying close attention, I heard "Xiuwen, you're back. Humph! Big bad guy, playboy!"

Yang Xiuwen looked confused, what do you mean? Did Feng Min say something to her, but he and Feng Min didn't, so it was nothing, right?

Feng Min gestured at him from a distance, OK. What's OK?

The referee on the court started urging him at this time.

Hu Yuan was replaced by him, and Wang Li wore a white vest over his T-shirt. The big "3" on the chest was particularly eye-catching.

Multi-pocket pants and hiking boots.

Looking at my outfit, I felt a little bit dumbfounded. Is this acting Y, a performance art?

As soon as he came back, Song Yi and others naturally led him and half pushed and half pulled them to the center of the court.

After a brief investigation, I found out that my opponent from the Department of Archeology was from the Department of Literature in the same class.

At this time, the donkey Zhang Jun was talking about came to Yang Xiuwen in the literature department.

He is very tall, about 1.85 meters, thin, with parted hair, fair skin, and very energetic.

Wearing a yellow Liu Ning brand sports vest, shorts, and a pair of red and white endurance sports shoes.

It seems that the family is in good condition.

Looking at him condescendingly, "You are Yang Xiuwen, you have a good skin, no wonder Xiaotong doesn't accept me.

Boy, let’s make a bet, how about we bet on Xiaotong?

From now on, if I let you score ten more goals, I will lose.

On the contrary, if you leave Xiaotong, she needs someone she can rely on, not a silver-like wax gun tip that looks useless but is useless!"

Song Yi and Zhang Jun raised their fists and were about to rush forward, but were stopped by Yang Xiuwen.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

I remember when I heard Wu Qilong's "storytelling", he mentioned Yang Xiuwen's expression when he faced the trafficker. Song and Zhang knew that he was angry.

"Big donkey, what's your name?" Yang Xiuwen asked.

"You! Humph! My name is Qiu Chuhao, what do you want to do?" the boy said.

Yang Xiuwen shook his head, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask. Now I seriously suspect that you entered the literature department through connections.

This is because those who engage in learning, poetry, and articles must first respect all things in the world and attach emotions to them, in order to create masterpieces that are touching and resonant.

How could you be so naive and not understand even the most basic emotional respect?

Xiaotong is a human being, a living person with flesh and blood and emotions.

Not an object.

If you have any respect at all, you shouldn't take her as a bet.

Okay! Since you want to bet, I will accompany you and change the bet.

From now on, if I let you score a goal, I will lose.

The first time I saw you, I bent down and took a detour. But if you want to lose, you must go and apologize to Xiaotong, and shout three more times on the spot - I am a coward! How about it, how dare you? "

Song Yi and others were anxious. Just as they were about to speak, he waved their hands to stop them.

He said, "Boss, He Jun, don't ask, trust me!"

When Qiu Chuhao heard this, he was very happy.

I guessed in my heart that this kid was either mentally retarded or extremely arrogant.

The current situation is that the outcome has been decided, and scoring a goal is not something that can be easily achieved.

He immediately agreed, "Okay! Everyone present will testify, and you won't be able to cheat!"

Yang Xiuwen ignored him and turned back to Song Yi and others: "He Jun, the boss is the forward, pass the ball to me when you get it.

Second brother, Xiaokai, you are the central defenders. When you get the ball, pass it to me.

I'm on defense, and today I'm going to let you see what it means to win while standing! Get ready!"

After more than a year of getting along, the students in the Department of Archeology have a blind trust in Yang Xiuwen. As long as he says it will work, it will work!

The referee's whistle is remembered, the game continues again, and the loser serves.

Yang Xiuwen stood under the basket, holding the ball with one hand, bumping it, then patting it, and raised his eyes to visually measure the distance of the opposite backboard.

Then he raised his hand and the basketball in his hand spun and flew out.

"Bang, bang!" The long-range shot from all over the field went in.

The entire stadium went silent for an instant. Everyone looked at each other. What did we see? A super long-range shot, and it hit.

As the referee shouted, "The goal is valid, three points."

The scene exploded, and the students from the Department of Archeology jumped up from the steps beside the stadium.

Shouting loudly, "Okay! Monitor, well done! Monitor, monitor, monitor..."

There were also several girls in the cheering group of the literature department. At this time, they began to look at him frequently and whispered to each other, "Who is that boy? He looks quite handsome. Why haven't I noticed him before?"

"You didn't hear, they all called him monitor!"

"I used to think Qiu Chuhao was very handsome, but now that I see him, I realize that you have to throw away when comparing goods, and you have to die when comparing people!"

"Keep your voice down, don't let them hear. Qiu Chuhao's performance is not as bad as you said, but it's okay."

When they spoke, their voices were not so low that Yang Xiuwen could hear them, let alone Qiu Chuhao.
Chapter completed!