My Sister is a Big Star

  Li Liang took his place, and just turned around, he saw the basketball flying out of Lao Wang’s palm, “I’m going, you’re making another three-pointer...”

  Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliang rushed for the rebound at the same time, intending to grab the ball.

  But at this moment, a figure soared into the sky in vain, like getting rid of gravity. He jumped very high, his feet almost reached Lao Wang's waist, "pop", and he slapped the basketball. The basketball draws a V shape, and it rolls far away.

  After the old Wang landed, his hands were still shooting the posture, and his face was dull with "this is impossible, this is impossible".

  Looking at other people again, it's a daunting look!

  Qin Ze ran to pick up the ball. After returning, he saw everyone staring at him blankly. He threw the ball into Lao Wang's arms and raised his head: "I saw worship in your eyes."

   "Damn, you can cover it so high? How can you do it?" Old Wang exploded.

  Li Liang: "We may have played a match-fix."

  Liu Ziqiang: "666"

  Zhao Bayang: "Qin Ze, your jumping ability...it's unscientific, when have you been so stupid?"

  The other three people were also amazed and shouted.

  Qin Ze was also taken aback. The thought in his mind just flashed through, and his body followed suit and made a jump. With his jumping ability in the past, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this height, but he found that he was actually not at the limit, and he could still jump higher.

  It turns out I can jump so high.

  He thought of the twelve-danjin internal training method for the first time, and insisted on exercising these days, but even so, it is impossible to bring earth-shaking changes to the body, so only the internal training method can explain it.

  "System system, is it because of the internal training method?" He communicated with the system in his heart.

"Yes!"

   "I'm going, is this the rhythm of going to heaven. But I only practiced for a few days."

   "Rapid progress in the early stage, no fuss. You can only say that your previous physique was too weak."

  Qin Ze ignored the system's complaints and was so excited. I have only practiced for a few days, and I can jump so high. What if I practice for a month and practice for a year? Doesn't it break the world record every minute?

  I seem to see the scene of flying over the wall and fighting the sword.

  Haha, I want to fight ten!

After being stunned by Qin Ze, the old Wang was more restrained, and he didn't dare to shoot three-pointers blindly anymore, and he was restrained. But Qin Ze adapted to his explosive power and speed, and gradually became better. Several steals made the 303 dormitory squatters loudly applaud, but it is a pity that our own team, including Qin Ze, has a very poor shooting level. It is almost the probability of 10 shots and 9 goals.

  The breeze is breezy, and there are more and more people on the court twenty minutes after lunch. The basketball court seemed a bit crowded. Later students had no place, so they discussed with the students on the court, based on ten balls, several groups of rotation.

   "Several students, can you let us on the court, we have to play the whole court." Someone stood outside the sideline of the court and said with a smile.

  Qin Ze turned his head and looked strange.

  The guy who spoke was Zhang Mingyu, the school boy who was slapped in the face by him a few days ago. He had a basketball in his arm, wearing an Adidas jersey, and a pair of four-digit Nike sneakers on his feet. The school grass is worthy of the school grass, the hair style, the sword eyebrows and the stars, and even the body is so good, belong to the kind of sunny sportsman who is thin in clothes and fleshy.

  The school's gaze swept across the crowd, as if he hadn't noticed Qin Ze's existence, and didn't even look at him.

Several animals in the 303 and 304 dormitories are on the upswing, and there is no free space right now. Of course they are not allowed.

Behind Zhang Mingyu was a group of strong men in basketball uniforms. One of the guys with a short head went under the hoop and grabbed the basketball that hadn't made it. Let us have the space."

  The tone is carefree, not at all polite, very domineering.

  Lao Wang raised his brows: "Where's the coach? The basketball team's training time doesn't seem to be now."

  Pharaoh has a buddy who is also on the basketball team, and he hasn’t seen anyone at the moment.

   "Can you control it? Our basketball team will train whenever we want." The Ban Cun youth stared at him.

   "I care which green onion your basketball team is." Zhao Baliang, with a stubborn waist and a stubborn body, pointed to the basketball on the young man's hand: "Return the ball and roll the calf."

  The man in the northeast is simple and rude, and he is not counseled when he is in trouble. Not to mention, his figure is quite awe-inspiring.

   "Forget it, let's play halftime." Zhang Mingyu persuaded in time, took the ball from the young man's hand, and threw it to Zhao Bayang. Then led a group of people from the basketball team to the opposite hoop.

  After playing for a few more minutes, several people on Qin Ze's side were sweating and panting. Although there is no sun today, it is the end of June after all. The weather is muggy and there is a lot of water loss.

Qin Ze wiped his sweat and glanced at Zhang Mingyu and the group of people who were playing vigorously on the opposite side. Not only was the school grass handsome, he played the ball very well, he dribbled the ball smoothly, and his shooting posture was standard. Presumably he was also a master of the court in middle school. . In the middle and high schools, the people are handsome and good at playing basketball. They are very popular with girls. If they are still a bully, then it will be against the sky. Nine out of ten girls want to give him monkeys.

  And Qin Ze is a template for passers-by, only to look up to the protagonist.

   "Pause, I'll buy a few bottles of water, you guys practice shooting." Qin Ze greeted him and ran out of the court.

  The supermarket in the school is not far from here. During the five-minute round trip, Qin Ze bought a bottle of energy drink for each person and ran back with a plastic bag. He can play for about 20 minutes, and he has to go to the classroom to study the Mathematical Model Fund with Professor Li.

  When Qin Ze returned to the court, he saw a long-planned "conspiracy". The arrogant and domineering young man glanced at Zhao Baliang and others, smiled, leaned back, and threw basketball hard.

  The hard rubber basketball roared through the air and almost turned into a black shadow, which happened to hit Li Liang's head.

   "Boom!"

   A muffled sound frightened everyone, Li Liang staggered forward, did not even hum, fell softly to the ground.

  Everyone was shocked, and they stepped forward to see him with hollow eyes and a dull expression. At the same time, they were relieved and angry.

  Li Liang's brain was blank, and he was sluggish for a few seconds before regaining his senses. He touched the back of his head, shit, and made a bag. Suddenly jumped and yelled: "TM's, that tortoise son smashed your grandpa."

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the young man ran over, picking up the ball first, and then came to apologize: "The ball flew, unintentionally, unintentionally."

  On the basketball court, it is common for the ball to fly around and hit people, but the unintentionally flying ball will not hit people too hard. It is rare for Li Liang to pick up the bag from the back of his head.

   "You TM don't have eyes, have you smashed people like this?" Zhao Bayan said angrily.

   "We didn't mean to play, did we make mistakes?" The Ban Cun youth spread his hands.

   "If an apology is useful, why do you want the police to do it?" Old Wang said with a calm face.

   "Then you go to the police." The young man sneered.

  Not to mention Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliang, several people in the 304 dormitory were also angry and cursed.

   "My classmates are all over their heads. Are you guys playing like this?" Liu Ziqiang frowned.

  On the other side, a few guys from the basketball team also came over, and Zhang Mingyu gently said: "Sorry, the ball just now was really unintentional. We didn't pay attention. I'm sorry this classmate."

   paused, and smiled: "If the injury is serious or not, go to the infirmary to be safe. I will pay the money. If you are not at ease, you can also go to the nearby hospital. Come to me with the payment slip afterwards."

  What does this mean, you smashed someone, and a few lightly sorry words are over. Do you pay for medical expenses? Shouldn't it be yours? The most annoying thing is that I will get a bill to reimburse you afterwards? What kind of talk is this, smashed people, and don't even bother to go to the infirmary?

  Li Liangqi almost vomited blood. Does he care about the medical expenses? The attitude of the other party made him unbearable.

  Zhao Baliang was a violent temper, and when he strode over, he was about to hit someone. Liu Ziqiang held him tightly.

It was originally they were responsible for this matter, but it was justified and unreasonable to beat people. University is no better than middle school. Fighting is not a trivial matter, especially gathering people to fight. In the slightest case, the punishment is serious, and the severe case is expelled. , Yes, go to the game.

  Fighting in middle schools is because the students are strong-spirited and immature. In addition, they are generally underage. If nothing happens, they will be fine. Universities are different, and they are legally responsible.

  Furthermore, this kind of thing is an unintentional mistake, and the other party also apologized, it made a big trouble, and Zhao Bayang and the others could not get any benefit.

   "Let’s go quickly, take your classmates to the hospital, so that we won’t be blamed on us." The young man shrugged, holding the basketball and turned away.

   "Boom!"

  A whistling object hit the back of his head, although it burst, the liquid shot.

The   ban-inch youth has a much stronger physique than Li Liang. He was not smashed and screamed. The basketball in his hand slipped, clutching the back of his head, and turning his head about to split.

  Everyone present was shocked, and all turned to look at the culprit.

Qin Ze brought a drink and walked slowly without apologizing. Instead, he complained to Zhao Bayang: "Are you deaf in August? I asked you to pick up the drink. I told you that you didn't hear it for a long time?" Zhao Baliang, who was stunned, apologized to the Ban Cun youth: "Oh, I'm sorry, I feel so bad, I didn't smash you, I missed it."

   "****You are paralyzed."

The slab-inch youth roared and kicked Qin Ze.

  Qin Ze came first, kicked the guy's abdomen with his foot, kicked him to the ground, and said coldly: "Want to fight? Come on!"

  I really can’t believe it, he would say such a fascinating line.

   totally does not meet the setting of my passerby.

  Qin Ze turned his head and said to the partner behind him: "I just saw it, this guy deliberately hit people."

   "**** Fairy board."

   "Chik."

   "Death, when we are bullied, right?"

  Pharaoh Zhao Baliang and others suddenly changed their expressions. It really hurt people deliberately. This is a challenge. What a great basketball team?

  Everyone is on fire, no one is a mud bodhisattva, and there is no anger. Just now they arrogantly asked them to give up the venue, and it was already unpleasant, and then they deliberately hit people again, making it clear that they were bullying.

   Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, and the tense atmosphere here also attracted the students playing around. They watched. Zhang Mingyu hurriedly stopped the angry companions. Staring at Qin Ze gloomily, "Everyone is an adult, so resolve the conflict in another way."

  "This is the court. I will use basketball to decide the victory and lose. I apologize for losing." Zhang Mingyu twitched his mouth and revealed a sinister smile: "Not only must I apologize, but also shout three times "Grandpa, grandson dare not."

  "Ding! The main mission, the sage is revealed in front of people (2/15):

  Please start a game with the basketball team represented by Zhang Mingyu and win. 300 points will be awarded for success, 300 points will be deducted for failure. "

"Yes!" Qin Ze agreed. The fight was too low. The loss was miserable, and the victory was not much better. Moreover, with so many people present, it would be easy to alarm the school leaders, and the punishment would be light by the time. After being expelled, the old man might beat him to death.

  The main reason is that the system has sent a task, and it won’t work if you don’t spell it. At the same time, Qin Ze was vigilant and rewarded 300 points for the mission. Isn't this a bit too much? The reward points for the first mission are also three hundred, but that is the bonus for the "first". It can be seen that this task has a much higher degree of difficulty than the previous translations of Russian and sisters and sisters.