The physical education department of agt still has great trust in their physical education teacher Wei Ming.
The moment Teacher Wei raised his hand, the entire audience was silent.
All eyes were focused on Teacher Wei.
Everyone was waiting for a fair and reasonable judgment.
"This is a draw."
Teacher Wei's words were brief but powerful.
All the students in Class 401 showed proud smiles.
Most of the students in Class 404 were a little disappointed.
As for the difficulty of this round's pitching, everyone can see it.
It must be Wang Ling's pitching that is difficult.
However, basketball judging has the rules of basketball judging.
No matter how fancy the shot is or how much difficulty you make, it will ultimately be judged according to the score.
Seeing that the students in Class 404 were disappointed, Teacher Wei explained: "Students, I don’t need to explain it.
Everyone can understand it.
I admit that in this round of pitching competition, even though Wang Ling’s pitching was very difficult, it showed.
He is skilled in skills, but the criterion for judging victory or defeat is the number of points scored.
Both sides scored nine points out of three three-pointers in this round, so I can only call it a draw.”
"Yes, Teacher Wei, you are so wise."
Chen Dapao jumped up and cheered loudly.
This guy Chen Dapao has a death-defying rhythm.
He originally only had objections to Wang Ling and Teacher Jiao, but he didn't expect that on such an occasion, he would openly challenge the emotional bottom line of the entire Class 404 students.
This made most students feel that this guy was in trouble.
Cao Ying's heart was with the Han Dynasty, but he was actually a traitor and "traitor".
Someone threw a half-eaten ice cube from the crowd, and it hit Chen Dapao on the head.
Immediately, the guy was so smashed that he grinned and immediately turned around, yelling and cursing.
However, his ridiculous actions only earned roars of laughter from the surrounding crowd.
"Since there is no winner in the first round, do you still want to compete?"
Teacher Wei Ming looked at Wang Ling and asked.
"Teacher Wei, even if I say I won't compete, I'm afraid Second Young Master Long won't let me go," Wang Ling sneered.
Pang Long stepped forward, seemingly no longer as arrogant as before, and his angular face was mostly serious: "That's right, let's compete with you.
Next, I want to compete with you in controlling the ball."
"Okay then."
Wei Mingdao, "Since you are all so interested, I will tell you a rule to see if you have any objections.
Each person has three goals.
One person controls the ball and shoots, and the other defends and intercepts.
Whoever makes a successful shot wins.
The one with the highest score wins.”
"I have no objection, it's fair."
Pang Long finally sneered on his stern face.
Wang Ling was about to say he would accept it, but Liu Chenyang, who was standing aside, suddenly said, "Teacher Wei, this is unfair."
All the curious eyes in the audience were focused on Liu Chenyang.
"Liu Chenyang, what's your opinion?
Is it unfair?"
Wei Ming asked.
"That guy Pang Long is tall and mighty, and he always runs rampant when playing.
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Everyone knows that we play against Class 401 and lose repeatedly.
It's not that our basketball skills are not good, it's probably them."
"Hey, Liu Yishou, what do you mean?"
A classmate from Class 401 behind Pang Long jumped out and yelled, "You guys are not good at basketball, just come up with excuses.
Don't you just want to say that it was us who hit you?
That's right, we just So what if we collided and we didn’t commit any fouls, please tell me, right?”
The nameless boy's scream immediately aroused the response of all the students in Class 401, and everyone shouted: "If you don't have the ability, just find a crack in the ground to crawl in and be a turtle.
That's not your fault.
I can only blame you."
Mom and Dad are not good enough.
You are wrong for not giving you a strong body.
You dare to come out and embarrass yourself even though you can't beat us."
The students in Class 401 win every time they play, and they no longer take the students in Class 404 seriously.
Just now, they saw that Wang Ling's pitch seemed to beat Pang Long's head, which made them feel somewhat angry.
At this time, Liu Chenyang's doubts suddenly aroused the indignation in their hearts, and his words began to become soft and thorny.
"How can you talk like this?"
Many male students in Class 404 began to support the crusade against Class 401, pointing out that the classmates in Class 401 made rude remarks.
Seeing that they had the upper hand temporarily in this "war of words", the students in Class 401 were all elated and beaming with joy.
Although the students in the two classes on both sides of the basketball court were in the same situation, Teacher Wei Ming did not stop it immediately at first.
He just wanted to hear what the problem was between these two classes and how they came to know about it.
Soon, he finally understood.
Liu Chenyang was actually worried about one thing, and that was that Wang Ling's body was far inferior to Pang Long's, at least a head lower.
How could he withstand Pang Long's impact with his body like this?
Although Liu Chenyang had this worry, Teacher Wei Ming did not think so.
Height and size are naturally important when playing basketball, but since two people are trying to compete in basketball, height and size cannot be taken into consideration.
However, Teacher Wei Ming himself was somewhat worried.
Although Wang Ling has superb shooting skills, can he beat Pang Long?
Besides, the scene where Pang Long violently tortures his opponents on the basketball court is simply cruel.
Can Wang Ling resist it?
Will he be injured?
Thinking of this section, Wei Ming was somewhat hesitant.
"Hey, Wang Ling, are you okay?"
In fact, Wei Ming's question to Wang Ling already showed his attitude.
He recognized the opinion of Class 401.
"Come on, teacher."
Wang Ling said decisively, "I can do it."
Wang Ling's answer was decisive.
At this time, Liu Chenyang and his group of boys from Class 404 stopped talking.
Since Wang Ling himself answered so confidently, what's the use of their worries.
"Which one of you comes first?"
Wei Ming asked, holding a basketball in his hand.
"I'll come" Pang Long took the request, slapped it on the ground, and stood on the center line.
Wang Ling stayed at the three-point line.
"Hey, boy, you have to stand firm, don't act like a fool when you touch him."
Pang Long's cold words were like throwing a brick.
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"Don't worry."
Wang Ling said with a smile, "Aren't you good at hitting?
Just do it."
Pang Long patted the ball and arched his body, like a leopard staring at its prey, ready to pounce on it.
Wang Ling, however, didn't seem that nervous.
He spread his legs very casually and stood between Pang Long and the backboard, with a posture of "one man is in charge and no one can get in".
Finally, Pang Long, the leopard, moved.
He took vigorous steps, moving all the muscles in his body.
He didn't care whether there was Wang Ling in front of him or not.
His shoulders were almost further forward than his head.
He's not playing ball, he's crushing He was determined to knock Wang Ling's arm away, then jump up and smash the ball into the basket: