Chapter 95 You can’t beat Lu Yuanqiu
“Okay, okay, girls, please stand according to the positions I told you.”
Hear this high-pitched 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, male. He is a student in Class 2, Grade 3. He is also a second-level aerobics athlete and the president of the school dance club. His mission this time is to teach girls how to do cheerleading.
Right in front of Li Tejiao, there were about thirty or forty young and beautiful girls standing. They stood at the stations they had just assigned and looked at the young man curiously.
Hu Caiwei suppressed her laughter and whispered to Chen Fei next to her: "Why does he look a bit like a person who can't hold shit in his butt?"
Chen Fei also covered her mouth, He smiled: "Shh, keep your voice down, be careful if his boyfriend hears this and comes over to beat you."
Li Tejiao raised his carefully manicured eyebrows, folded his hands and asked: "Are there any sisters who have learned dancing before? ?”
Only a dozen girls slowly raised their hands without confidence.
Li Tejiao said dumbfounded: "Okay, okay, it seems that most people have zero basic knowledge."
"What about cheerleading, for those who have no dance basics?" Say, the most difficult step is to learn to open yourself first and show off the beauty of your body~"
After saying that, the handsome young man made three chest-bulging and butt-raising movements to one side: "Just Like this, do you see it? Open yourself up~"
There was a burst of laughter from the girls at the scene.
Li Tejiao was not angry, and continued to hold his hands and said: "There is still one week, let's take our time. 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~”
Some thirty or forty girls imitated Li Tejiao clumsily or nimbly. Basic dance moves demonstrated.
Although it was not very neat, the girl sitting on the steps gradually became distracted.
——Mom, why do you have to press your legs before learning to dance? My legs hurt so much.
——Because you must first experience the bitterness before you can taste the sweetness.
——If Xia Xia is really in pain, mommy has candy.
——Oh my God! My Xia Xia was born for ballet. Let her mother hug her!
——Xia Xia, do you know? You were like a little swan on the stage just now. You will definitely become a big swan standing on the stage just like your mother!
But mom.
I have tasted a lot of hardships, but still have not turned into a whooper swan.
"Zheng Yifeng, come on!"
A voice on 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.
Just trying hard to live is already difficult, how can she dare to think of becoming a swan again?
The girl turns the pages of her textbook.
Lu Yuanqiu glanced at Bai Qingxia on the steps and saw her sitting there peacefully. He looked back and shouted to Zheng Yifeng with a smile: "Come on!"
Zheng Yifeng grew up He is very handsome, maybe he is what girls call a handsome Japanese guy. He is handsome because of his atmosphere.
But Lu Yuanqiu couldn't feel this sense of atmosphere. He only felt that the sleepy Zheng Yifeng was full 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 time, the handsome young man's decadent energy had completely disappeared, replaced by a serious and calm expression.
He took the basketball thrown by Wang Ping, gently stretched out his right foot, and exhaled. "Come on, Zheng Yifeng, let me see what you are capable of."
Wang Ping took a step forward with his right foot, assuming a defensive posture.
But suddenly, the handsome young man in front of me was as fast as the wind!
Wang Ping instinctively blocked in the direction of his attack, but Zheng Yifeng made a feint, turned around like a cheetah, made a layup, and the ball went in.
A very unpretentious layup.
The basketball fell to the ground and made a "pop" sound. The handsome young man took the basketball into his palm again and glanced at Wang Ping sternly.
This scene made Su Miaomiao’s eyes light up.
“Quite fast and very skilled in layups.”
Wang Ping commented.
He did not take any serious precautions just now. The opponent was a student after all, so there was no need to suppress him like this from the beginning.
The second time, Wang Ping defended more seriously. It was not so easy for Zheng Yifeng to lay up, but it showed other advantages.
Wang Ping was dazzled by Zheng Yifeng's dribbling show. He stayed on the spot with his eyes wide open.
Gao Qiang and others were also surprised. Usually when we play together, we just play casually. Zheng Yifeng only shoots shots on the court. Although he is quite accurate, he has never seen him improve in other aspects. What performance.
At this moment, Zheng Yifeng skillfully used various kinds of crotch and behind-the-back dribbling, with a strong sense of rhythm, and the consciousness of shaking people was almost engraved into the instinct of his body.
Wang Ping was almost knocked down by the opponent for several moments. The second ball staggered Wang Ping, and Zheng Yifeng made a jumper on the spot.
The ball was hit.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yuanqiu crossed his arms and couldn't help but sneered softly.
Zheng Yifeng, this kid, really hides his secrets.
Lu Yuanqiu initially felt that he might not be able to beat Zhang Yifei in a basketball game if he relied on himself alone.
Because I heard from Cao Shuang that the members of Zhang Yifei’s class team were very strong, and their team was already the championship team in the eyes of others before the game even started.
But now, after learning that Zheng Yifeng had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, Lu Yuanqiu finally became more confident.
After this kid scored three goals in a row, Wang Ping became a little angry. He started to get serious and jumped up to block the fourth goal.
Zheng Yifeng looked at Wang Ping in surprise, but heard the physical education teacher say: "Your ability to control the ball is very strong, I admit it, but your physical strength is not good. I don't know if you can feel it yourself. After only three goals, your speed has slowed down a lot.”
Wang Ping started to attack. He was known as the sports maniac of No. 7 Middle School. He was very physically fit and made violent layups every time. Zheng Yifeng could not stop him at all 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. He was probably drunk, forgetting the identity of each other as teacher and student, and said sarcastically: "Can't you beat me? "Little trash."
Hearing the word "trash", Zheng Yifeng's expression condensed, as if recalling a memory buried deep in his heart, he frowned tightly.
Su Miaomiao stepped forward dissatisfied and scolded: "Wang Ping, you are a sports major, why are you bullying other children?"
When he heard the word "child", Zheng Yifeng raised his eyes again in surprise.
After a long while, he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Teacher Wang."
Wang Ping looked back at him: "What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"
Zheng Yifeng clenched his fists: "How many of us? This is not a waste, nor Not trash...at least not Lu Yuanqiu. You can beat me, but you can't beat him."
After saying that, he glanced at Su Miaomiao without leaving a trace, his brows furrowed deeper, and he buried his head. He left the basketball court with his head down.
Wang Ping silently turned his head and looked at the short-haired boy standing next to him with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)