Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The basketball game has received a lot of attention. According to the traces of the lamp's dropped wire, it has been determined to be artificial.

However, due to the lack of monitoring in the basketball hall, the perpetrators could not be found in a short time!

As for the results of the competition between Huai Meng Yi Zhong and Wen Wu San Zhong, as a result of the draw, both are promoted.

Then the dream of a dream is like opening a hang, almost taking the many colleges and universities in the attitude of the king.

And Ye Zhizhi’s three-pointer is still out of the sky...

In the end, after a month of competition, the finals were officially opened.

History is always strikingly similar. The two teams in the finals are the dreams of Zhongchu and Zhongwu in the first round.

This time they did not sit in the welcoming seats, but occupied the second row of seats.

The reason is very simple, Gu Chunnuo brought Cheng Qianzi.

Bei Xiaoshi glanced at the friend's seat coldly, and the angry side of the side of Luo said: "What to do, I have been unable to restrain the power of the wild, I want to go up and take a trip! You said, Did the last thing she did?"

"Lady lady, your goddess is watching you." Luo looked like a cold, watching Cheng Qianzi of his friend's seat: "Well, it is her."

Originally, I wanted to take the initiative to get things done, but because of the enemy, I didn’t move, and I was afraid of doing things. She couldn’t do it.

To be a man, you still have to be attentive in a good heart.

The whistle sounded and the game started.

Both sides are coming to me, the score is very tight, and the field is full of cheers.

The sweat that swayes on the sports field always attracts a scream, that is, the youth we have experienced.

The little poem beside him is like a man who is desperately screaming at the name of Xu Yuanyuan, and attracts an inconceivable look.

Luo dusted his face and looked at Bei Xiaoshi with a smile: "You have done the wrong audience, you should go opposite."

"I think too, there is no place on the opposite side!" Bei Xiaoshi spread his hand and looked helpless.

A fierce competition can be exciting, but a triumphant heart can often make people confused.

One of the members of Wenwu No. 3 seems to be slamming his hand on the elbow.

The referee shouted and showed a red card warning.

Xu sent a long brow and locked, and ran to Ye Zhixuan's side with the fastest speed to pull him up, then looked cold and looked at the players who were sent off.

It’s a shame, not a pride, to win if you want to win, but you can win if you want to win.

"Sorry--" Xu Yuanyuan looked at Ye Zhizhen sincerely.

"Nothing--" Ye Zhi's eyebrows clustered, and his eyes fell on the direction of the audience, and gently shook his head.

Luo Ding only felt a glimpse of his body, and his heart could not help but feel moved.

The moment he was injured, he didn’t think of himself first, but he thought about whether he would worry about the other.

The team members also ran over and watched his red handwriting: "Is it alright?"

He grabbed some trembling hands and looked at them and said, "Nothing, continue."

In the next game, Ye Zhijun basically did not vote for the three-pointer, but instead passed the ball to Gu Xiaonuo as much as possible to let him dunk.

"Oh--" The whistle sounded and the game was over.

The scores of the two sides are still miraculously achieved, and the game is in the most intense stage of the game -

Three pointers.

Each team sent a member to vote for three points, until a team did not vote, even if they lost.

This approach is simple and fair.