Li Zheng, although groggy, could hear one person’s voice clearly.
"Master," Zhang Xiaoke’s eyes were full of tears, "hold on, Master."
"Go stand over there..." Li Zheng weakly waved his hand, "It’s just a nosebleed."
"Don’t move." By now, Tang Zhifei wasn’t concerned about the ga anymore. He firmly held Li Zheng’s face, inspecting carefully, "The nasal bone doesn’t seem to be broken. First, follow to see the dical staff, then we’ll decide whether we need to go to the hospital."
"It’s nothing... Teacher Tang..." Li Zheng raised his hand to his nose and squinted hard, trying to concentrate on the ongoing ga, "The bleeding has stopped, I can go back on the court."
"Forget about the ga," Tang Zhifei insisted as he pulled him away.
"I’m really fine, I have to play the whole ga," Li Zheng silently checked his status.
[Overall Rate: 625.2↑↑]
[Remaining Ti: 04:25]
Over 600?
He then realized that hardly anyone was watching the ga at this point.
All the girls were looking at Li Zheng with concern.
Li Zheng suddenly understood.
Could it be that being wounded in a fierce battle also added to his charm?
He might as well bleed a bit more, to show everyone—
What, damn it, is called a real man.
Tang Zhifei, unable to argue with him any longer, had to ask the deputy monitor to call the dical staff and get sothing like a cotton swab.
Li Zheng also hurried, drinking water in big gulps, anxiously watching the situation on the court, restoring as much vitality as possible.
On the court.
Clang!
Liu Yonghui’s mid-range shot failed.
Liu Xin’s hands, still sared with Li Zheng’s blood, managed to snatch the rebound.
By then, he had lost his senses, not caring about the risks, he forcefully shot from the inside line.
Bang!
Blocked hard by the opposing center.
Accompanied by sighs of pity, Class 2 quickly counter-attacked again.
Even though Qiao Bixia and Xu ngxi were shouting defensive commands, Class 4 was still too slow.
Jiang Qinghua was not slow, but was stuck to Sli Monster, his movents as sticky as mud.
The mont Li Zheng was off the court, the rhythm once again slipped away.
Just as Class 2’s new power forward was about to make a layup.
"Tweet!" Teacher Wang blew the whistle sharply, scolded Jiang Qinghua, "You want to lose by default, is that it?"
Everyone then realized, in his desperation, Jiang Qinghua simply pushed Sli Monster.
An intentional foul.
"This is a tactical foul, Teacher Wang," Jiang Qinghua wiped his mouth and said, "That’s how they play in professional gas."
Teacher Wang was so annoyed he was itching all over.
He should have ejected him on the spot.
But rembering what his brother Qiao Sheng had entrusted him with.
He dared not.
"I’m warning you, this is the last ti," Teacher Wang then blew the whistle again, "Class 2, free throw!"
Jiang Qinghua then breathed a sigh of relief, looking toward Li Zheng at the sidelines.
Li Zheng nodded firmly.
Well done, Old Jiang.
Tactical fouling is a technique also used in professional leagues, intended to delay ti, preferring to let the opponent take free throws in order to earn opportunities in open play.
It’s a dirty move allowed under the rules.
Jiang Qinghua’s move was very tily, delaying a minute or two to let Li Zheng stop the bleeding, and back into the ga as a fierce contender.
Li Zheng also tried to do a little jump on the sideline.
He couldn’t jump at all.
Damn this body.
I really shouldn’t have skipped P.E. class.
Watching as the tir got ever closer.
He was anxious, yet powerless.
He wished ti would stop.
Suddenly.
"Ah Qiu!!!"
Hearing this voice.
Li Zheng felt.
Ti really did stop.
He turned around.
Lin Yujing was rubbing her nose, sprinting over with her head down.
For so reason, the surrounding classmates all made way.
Even Tang Zhifei stepped aside.
Lin Yujing ran all the way up to Li Zheng.
Bowing her head.
She grabbed Li Zheng’s hand.
Quietly placing the cotton swabs she was holding onto his hand.
Without a word, she turned and ran.
But after running two steps, she stopped.
She turned back and glared at Li Zheng.
The fierceness in her eyes gradually softened.
Her face also started to turn red.
Standing there, clenching her fists, she finally managed to squeeze out a few words.
"Cheer... cheer up..."
Boom!
For so reason.
Li Zheng felt like he exploded.
Lin Yujing, however, seed utterly embarrassed and was about to dash off.
But Zhang Xiaoke grabbed her by the collar.
"Ah, since you’re here, watch for a while, the more people cheering, the more strength."
"Don’t... don’t grab here..."
Zhang Xiaoke forcefully pushed Lin Yujing backward, while shouting at Li Zheng, "What are you foolishly waiting for, Master, hurry up and change the pads."
"Oh, I’m fired up." Without a second word, Li Zheng pulled out the tissue plugs from his nostrils and replaced them with cotton pads.
Looking at Lin Yujing, her head was buried deep, completely covered by her hair, her face totally out of sight.
This guy, he must have been watching the ga from the classroom window.
The mont he saw his own bruises, he imdiately ran to the infirmary to get the cotton pads.
Even though we are enemies.
Why?
Suddenly.
Li Zheng was moved.
It was the first ti he felt the power of a word—
Friendship!
Although we see each other as enemies, ti and again, we form deep friendships.
A mutual respect for each other.
This is the spirit that should exist between heroes.
Before he knew it, Li Zheng was filled with strength, his eyes no longer hazy, and his legs no longer shaky.
It was as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
Watching the two of them, even Tang Zhifei’s face turned red.
This...
You guys are putting on a show right in front of ...
Can’t you keep it down a bit?
Show so respect, will you?
What am I supposed to do now?
During the free throw ti for the second class, Li Zheng drank two big gulps of water, with the rest poured over his head to cool down.
Cool.
Like he was filled up with fuel.
Adrenaline rules!
Excitedly shaking his head, Li Zheng raised his hand and called out to Teacher Wang, "Class Four, substitution."
Teacher Wang, seeing the bloodstains on Li Zheng’s jersey, gave him a "?" look.
Li Zheng responded with a "!"
Teacher Wang then stopped the ga and substituted Li Zheng in.
This ti, entering the ga, Li Zheng felt as if he was accompanied by his own BGM, of Qiao Feng’s level.
This bloody fierce man, he’s back.
Suddenly, the whole arena cheered.
And it was an utterly irrational cheer.
"Kill them!"
"Ah Li Zheng!!"
"Go, go, go, go!"
Even so of the second class girls started to shout along.
"Impossible..." Ling Shijie crouched by the side of the court, forcibly swallowing back his saliva, "He can’t possibly still have the energy..."
Clearly, the barbarous and pompous him.
Doesn’t understand what real friendship is.
Li Zheng entered the ga, a king’s return.
Even though he was clearly exhausted, he was exceptionally fierce.
This ti, without Ling Shijie’s interference, Li Zheng moved around the court like an eel, no longer concerned about his stamina, although with every step, his calves scread in pain, he charged forward like a warrior.
Sprinting.
Catching the ball.
Breaking through.
Jumping.
Changing hands mid-air.
Laying up.
Swish!
Score.
31:31!
At that mont, he truly beca Marbury.
And just like Li Zheng, Class Four resurrected on the spot, desperately shouting that na repeatedly.
"Li Zheng! Li Zheng! Li Zheng!"
After scoring, Li Zheng raised his hand, covered his mouth with his index finger, and ran back in front of his class, lifting his hand.
Thanking my good classmates.
"Ahhhh!!!" The girls scread piercingly.
Tang Zhifei scread too.
Even the boys started yelling at the top of their lungs.
At that mont.
[Overall speed: 1031.2↑↑↑↑↑]
Li Zheng had already forgotten his own underhand tactics, for this mission, he was truly ruthless, even using a professional player’s celebration moves.
Amidst the screams, Lin Yujing quietly ran off.
She seed to detest such things.
Alas.
The fragile friendship, once again utterly gone.
Li Zheng shook his head as well.
Indeed, that celebration was too extravagant.
I didn’t want it to be like this either.
But there was no choice.
The rewards were simply too good.
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