Author: Filthy Machine Translation
The basketball was thrown into the basket steadily. Ling Jue's hand was also on the basket. Seeing the basketball land on the ground, she jumped down steadily and intercepted the bouncing basketball. She let it spin on her fingertips and looked at Liu Hu lying on the ground. A smile appeared on her lips.
2Ouyang Ye's eyes were wet. Was Ling Jue avenging him?
Ai Zhiqi was also stunned. Did Ling Jue ask Liu Hu not to leave the court just now to avenge Ouyang Ye?
She moved her lips. Then, she had misunderstood Ling Jue just now.
Ai Zhiqi stood up and looked at the crowd that had stopped in the field. She raised her voice and apologized to Ling Jue. "Ling Jue, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you just now. Liu Hu did not do anything wrong. It was just a mistake on the field just now. It's just playing basketball. It's inevitable that you'll get hurt."
2She looked at Liu Hu on the ground. The skin around his eyes was broken. Not only were they bruised, but they were also bleeding. She felt extremely good when she knew he bullied Ouyang Ye!
2Ling Jue raised her eyebrows when she heard Ai Zhiqi's words. Ouyang Ye's girlfriend was really smart. She knew to say such words at a time like this.
2The referee looked embarrassed. Ling Jue's leap just now was indeed too heaven-defying.
Everyone could see that it was just an accident.
Ling Jue jumped up. Liu Hu had jumped forward by himself. It was also Liu Hu's own fault that he was kicked away.
Just like Ouyang Ye just now.
2However, compared to Liu Hu's action of hitting Ouyang Ye just now, Ling Jue's action was much more unexpected.
"Send him to the infirmary!" Liu Hu was really sent to the infirmary because he could no longer open his eyes. He lay on the ground in pain.
2Mu Aonan saw his teammate being carried down and rushed over angrily. "Referee, Ling Jue fouled! He kicked someone! He should be sent off!"
2"Yo." Qi Ye crossed his arms over his chest and retorted with disdain, "Little classmate, you're really lying through your teeth. Just now, Liu Hu from your class also went on stage after hitting Ouyang. Now, Ling Jue is just shooting the ball. Liu Hu from your class is running over to be a stepping stone. Be careful. He ran over on his own. Could it be that Ling Jue dragged him to his feet?"
2Mu Aonan could not win against Qi Ye. "You..."
2He looked at his instructor and realized that his phone was held upside down before he made a call. He gestured at him to not speak.
"Hey, hey, hey, leader, you're right..."
2Mu Aonan's lips twitched. "Your phone is held upside down."
2The instructor of Class A 2 froze. He then explained, "That's how this phone is used. Hey, leader, I'm talking to a student. Okay, okay, okay. I won't talk to him anymore. Please continue with your work."
2He walked away on the phone. No matter what the referee said, how could he fight with Qi Ye? As a rookie, it was better for him to pretend to be on the phone.
2Seeing that the instructor did not help, Mu Aonan swallowed his anger.
Ai Zhiqi put a hand on Ouyang Ye's shoulder and said teasingly, "Ouyang Ye, this person's words are leaking."
2"Yeah, maybe he's changing his teeth."
2"Or maybe he has cavities, so he pulled them out and reinstalled them."
2"Oh, maybe he slipped in the toilet and fell down."
2"Pfft, then he might have chewed on the toilet. I wonder if the toilet was chipped."
2"..."
Lu Yilie listened to the couple's conversation and touched his forehead. Were the two of them showing off their love to the single dog while provoking the furious Mu Aonan?
Tsk tsk!
2The referee shouted at the end, "Continue the match!"
2The match continued. This time, it was Mu Aonan's turn. He glared at Ling Jue with hatred.
Author: Filthy Machine Translation
No matter how much he hated Ling Jue, there was nothing he could do now.
He could only shout, "Defend! Stop Ling Jue!"
2He did not pray for a goal now. He just prayed that the other side could not score.
Mu Aonan defended and was ready to stop Ling Jue at any time.
2Ling Jue stood under her own backboard and slapped the ball in her hand.
Mu Aonan also hoped that he could stall like this. As long as the second half was up and their score surpassed the other side's, it would be fine.
The crowd frowned. What was Ling Jue stalling for?
If he did not throw the ball now, time would run out.
"Here you go."
2Suddenly, Ling Jue threw the ball to Lu Yilie. "You go in."
2Lu Yilie widened his eyes in disbelief. Could he do it?
"Didn't you want Qi Ye to call you Lord? Now you've given up on yourself?" Ling Jue chuckled. "I'll assist you."
2Lu Yilie looked at his smile and held the ball in his hand. He calmed down and smiled. "Okay."
2He began to attack. Ling Jue opened a path for him and let him throw the ball.
Mu Aonan looked at Lu Yilie with disdain. He knew what Lu Yilie was capable of. He did not know how to play basketball at all.
As expected...
2A group of people blocked the other side. Lu Yilie ran into the circle and jumped high to throw the ball. While everyone was worried, the ball slowly fell and finally fell into... Mu Aonan's hand...
2"Come, continue!" Ling Jue was like the wind. The ball had just fallen into Mu Aonan's hand when she snatched it away and threw it to Lu Yilie, whose face was red. "Continue to throw."
2Lu Yilie took the ball and looked at Ling Jue's confident smile. He suddenly thought of his uncle. He wanted to become a great talent too...
2Lu Yilie tightened his grip on the basketball. He abandoned his thoughts and quickly dribbled the ball to shoot.
When he could not score, Ling Jue would snatch the ball back for him.
Let him continue throwing.
The crowd did not quite understand what Ling Jue meant, but they saw Lu Yilie's skill. He could not score the first few balls at all.
Later on, he gradually found the trick. Ling Jue threw a few balls to him, and he managed to score all of them.
Lin Mu and the others were also confident. Although they were tired from running, they suddenly felt much more relaxed when they saw Ling Jue's calm and playful expression.
"There are only ten minutes left." Lu Yilie panted as he looked at the big screen in the audience seats. It showed that there were only ten minutes left before the end of the game.
2The ball was now in Mu Aonan's hands. Ling Jue chuckled. "How many points will make them so much angrier if we win?"
2Everyone knew that shooting from the outside of the three-point line was three points, while shooting from the inside of the two-point line was two points.
Lu Yilie's shots were all from the inside of the one-point line. Even though he had scored ten goals, his score was still eight points lower than the opponent's.
Mu Chen continued, "One."
2The corners of Ling Jue's lips curled up. That's right, one. It was just one point. The opponent would probably be angered to death.
In the following matches, Ling Jue went easy and even let Mu Aonan score a few goals.
In an instant, the opponent surpassed them by several points.
The people in the audience were a little confused. Why was Ling Jue not as good as before?
The people from Class A 1 were extremely nervous. Was Ling Jue tired?
2The people from Class A 2 were very excited. Ling Jue was not going to make it. Hahaha!
2There were still five minutes left in the competition. They were definitely going to win!
"The spring breeze is blowing! The war drums are beating! The boys from Class A 2 are the most charming!"
2A group of girls screamed. Was their class going to win?
2This was great!
2They could have two days off!
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