Chapter 95 You Can't Beat Lu Yuanqiu
Chapter 95 You Can't Beat Lu Yuanqiu
"Okay, okay, girls, just stand as I told you to."
Hearing this shrill voice, Bai Qingxia, who was sitting on the steps, raised her eyes from the textbook, supported her face with her little hands, and silently tilted her head to look in that direction.
On the east side of the playground, on the badminton court without a badminton net.
A young man wearing black leather pants, with pierced ears, a fashionable hairstyle, and a somewhat delicate and charming body language clapped his hands.
His name is Li Tejiao, a male student in Class 2 of Grade . He is also a second-level aerobics athlete and the president of the school dance club. His mission this time is to teach the girls cheerleading.
Right in front of Li Tejiao, there were about thirty or forty young and beautiful girls. They stood in the positions that had just been assigned to them, looking at the boy curiously.
Hu Caiwei suppressed her laughter and whispered to Chen Fei beside her: "Why does he look like someone who can't hold back shit?"
Chen Fei also covered her mouth and smiled: "Shh, keep your voice down, be careful that his boyfriend hears and comes over to beat you up."
Li Tejiao raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows, folded her hands and asked, "Are there any sisters who have learned dance before?"
Only a dozen girls slowly raised their hands with a lack of confidence.
Li Tejiao said with a smile: "Okay, okay, it seems that most people have no basic knowledge."
"For people who don't have any dance skills, the most difficult step in doing cheerleading is to learn how to open yourself up and show off your body beauty."
After saying that, the handsome boy made three consecutive chest-puffing and hip-lifting movements to one side: "Just like this, see? Open yourself~"
There was a burst of laughter from the girls at the scene.
Li Tejiao was not angry either. She continued to hold her hands and said, "There is still a week left. Let's take it slow. Today I will teach you some of the simplest and most basic dance moves. When the uniforms arrive tomorrow, we will put on the uniforms and start practicing, okay? Don't be shy, follow me."
"Come on, one, two, three."
About thirty or forty girls, some clumsily some flexibly, imitated the basic dance moves demonstrated by Li Tejiao.
Although it was not very neat, it made the girl sitting on the steps gradually lose her concentration.
——Mom, why do we have to stretch our legs before learning to dance? My legs hurt.
——Because you have to endure bitterness before you can taste sweetness.
——If Xia Xia is really in pain, mom has candy.
——Oh my god! My Xia Xia was born for ballet. Come on, let mommy hug her!
——Xia Xia, do you know? You were just like a little swan on the stage. You will definitely become a big swan standing on the stage like your mother in the future!
But mom.
I have tasted a lot of bitterness, but still haven't turned into a swan.
"Zheng Yifeng, come on!"
A sound from the basketball court interrupted the girl's thoughts.
Bai Qingxia took a deep breath, lowered her head with a lonely expression, and raised her hand to sweep away the dead leaves that fell on the textbook.
It was already difficult enough to just survive, how could she dare to even think about becoming a swan again?
The girl turned the pages of her textbook.
Lu Yuanqiu glanced at Bai Qingxia on the steps at this time. Seeing that she was sitting there safely, he retracted his gaze and shouted to Zheng Yifeng with a smile: "Come on!"
Zheng Yifeng is very handsome, perhaps he is what girls call a Japanese handsome guy, handsome because of his aura.
But Lu Yuanqiu could not feel this kind of atmosphere. He only felt that the drowsy Zheng Yifeng revealed a full sense of decadence.
But when Zheng Yifeng walked outside the three-point line and turned around, Lu Yuanqiu found that his eyes were completely open.
At this moment, the handsome young man's decadent look had completely disappeared, replaced by a serious and calm expression.
He took the basketball thrown by Wang Ping, gently extended his right foot, and exhaled. "Come on, Zheng Yifeng, let me see what you can do."
Wang Ping took a step forward with his right foot and assumed a defensive stance.
But suddenly, the handsome young man in front of him was as fast as the wind!
Wang Ping instinctively blocked the direction of his attack, but Zheng Yifeng feinted, turned around as nimbly as a cheetah, and made a layup, which went in.
A very simple layup.
The basketball fell to the ground, making "pop" and "pop" sounds. The handsome boy took the basketball in his hand again and glanced at Wang Ping with cold eyes.
This scene made Su Miaomiao's eyes light up.
"He's pretty fast and very skilled at layups."
Wang Ping commented.
He really didn't defend seriously just now. After all, the opponent was a student. There was no need to suppress him at the beginning.
The second time, Wang Ping defended more seriously, and it was not so easy for Zheng Yifeng to make a layup, but this actually allowed him to show off his other strengths.
Wang Ping was dazzled by Zheng Yifeng's dribbling show. He stood there with his eyes wide open.
Gao Qiang and others were also very surprised. Usually when they played basketball together, they were just playing around casually. Zheng Yifeng just shot the ball on the court. Although he was quite accurate, they had never seen him perform in any other aspects.
At this moment, Zheng Yifeng was skilled in using various crotch and behind-the-back dribbling techniques, with a strong sense of rhythm, and the awareness of dribbling was almost etched into his body instinct.
Wang Ping was almost knocked down by the opponent for several moments. In the second ball, after making Wang Ping stagger, Zheng Yifeng made a jump shot on the spot.
The ball hit the target.
Seeing this, Lu Yuanqiu crossed his arms over his chest and couldn't help but sneer.
This kid Zheng Yifeng is indeed a hidden talent.
At first, Lu Yuanqiu felt that if he relied on himself alone in the basketball game, he might not be able to beat Zhang Yifei.
Because Cao Shuang said that the members of Zhang Yifei's class team are very strong, and before the game even started, their team was already considered the champion team in the eyes of others.
But now, knowing that Zheng Yifeng had been playing dumb all along, Lu Yuanqiu finally gained confidence.
After this kid scored three goals in a row, Wang Ping got a little angry. He started to take it seriously and jumped up to block the fourth goal successfully.
Zheng Yifeng looked at Wang Ping in surprise, but heard the physical education teacher say: "You have strong ball control ability, I admit, but your physical strength is not good. I don't know if you feel it yourself, but after attacking three balls, your speed has slowed down a lot."
Wang Ping started to attack. He was worthy of being called the sports fanatic of No. 7 Middle School. He had a very strong physical fitness and made violent layups every time. Zheng Yifeng was completely unable to stop him and soon began to breathe heavily.
After scoring the fourth goal, Wang Ping turned around proudly and looked at Zheng Yifeng, who was panting behind him. Perhaps he was too excited and forgot that they were teacher and student. He said sarcastically, "You can't beat me, right? You little trash."
When Zheng Yifeng heard the word "garbage", his expression froze, as if he was recalling a memory deep in his heart, and he frowned tightly.
Su Miaomiao walked forward dissatisfiedly and scolded: "Wang Ping, you are a sports major, why are you bullying other people's children?"
When he heard the word "child", Zheng Yifeng raised his eyes in surprise again.
After a while, he lowered his head and spoke in a low voice: "Teacher Wang."
Wang Ping turned around and looked at him: "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"
Zheng Yifeng clenched his fists: "We are not useless, nor are we trash... At least Lu Yuanqiu is not. You can beat me, but you can't beat him."
After saying that, he glanced at Su Miaomiao inconspicuously, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he left the basketball court with his head down.
Wang Ping silently turned his head and looked at the smiling young man with a crew cut standing next to him.
(End of this chapter)