Yang Yong 's heart was like a mirror, but he did n't break it. He had Tang Xinxin himself. Besides, Lin Qinger was a bit young, even when he was eighteen, but he was almost twenty-eight. It's too big, Yang Yong can't accept it.

"Qinger, then you talk about, what should I do if I can't play?"

"You can let someone teach you!" Lin Qinger said with a smile.

Yang Yong looked at Lin Qinger in doubt: "Who taught me?"

Lin Qinger smiled proudly: "I've been prepared for a long time!"

Then Lin Qing'er waved at the corner of the class, then the two bodyguards stood up and walked over. The sportswear they were wearing today looked, at first glance, like that.

"They?" Yang Yong frowned.

"Yeah!" Lin Qinger smiled and nodded, then stood up.

"They know how to play!" Lin Qinger said proudly.

"Oh, really?"

Yang Yong looked at the two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards nodded proudly: "Yes, when we were young, we were the forwards on the team!"

Yang Yong glanced at them: "Why didn't you sign up?"

The two of them smiled embarrassedly, and then scratched their heads: "We, we haven't played for many years, we are a little strange."

"Oh! It's okay! How unfamiliar is Yang Yongqiang! It's so decided! After school, you can teach Yang Yong to play! I have borrowed basketball!" Lin Qinger said with a smile.

Yang Yong glanced at Lin Qing'er, then looked at the two bodyguards, nodded helplessly.

In fact, Yang Yong still wants to play basketball himself. After all, he has n't played it yet. Besides, it 's still the same thing if he wo n't let himself play at that time. He can sit on the bench and make it big. Sick!

Ok, deal! Hehe!

Yang Yong figured it out, trying to coax Lin Qinger's girl on the surface.

Lin Qinger thought Yang Yong wanted to open it and was very happy.

The afternoon passed quickly, and there was always a high degree of atmosphere in the class, and almost everyone was excited.

Just after school bell rang, several people walked to Yang Yong's place.

It was the kids in the class, the kids who went to the Fire Wolf with Yang Yong last time.

They came over and smiled. The head child looked at Yang Yong with a smile: "Brother Yang, just now Qinger said that you play very hard, is it true?"

Yang Yong looked at the child. He thought that these children were talking about the last time they were in the bar. A little thought, I thought they had run away very fast last time, and they did n't know what happened later.

After thinking about it, Yang Yong reluctantly smiled: "It's a success, it's a success."

"That's great!" He was obviously very excited: "Brother Yang, you don't know, I know the strength of everyone in our class! Don't look at the number of players, there will be few! There are you I can rest assured! Haha! "

Yang Yong looked at him and smiled: "It's been a long time, I don't know what your name is yet. I heard you say you played well?"

"Brother Yang, my name is Li Wei, you can call me Xiaowei!" Li Wei smiled and said, "I won't tell you, I'm the best in this class. Of course I'm here now, I might just Not first, hehe. "

"Eh ..." The sweat on Yang Yong's head immediately flowed down, and the pressure was great!

"It's over, it's over ..." Yang Yong smiled reluctantly.

"Brother Yang, the teacher has appointed me as the captain. If there is anything, you can talk to me!"

"Um." Yang Yong nodded pretentiously.

"That's it, Brother Yang, let's go!"

Then Li Wei and their group left.

After they left, Yang Yong's face suddenly darkened, and he turned to stare at Lin Qing'er.

"Hey."

Lin Qinger smiled, and then dragged Yang Yong's arm: "Okay, let's go, let's go to practice ball ~~"

Lin Qing'er dragged Yang Yong up, and the two bodyguards came over, holding a basketball in his hand.

Then the four of them walked out.

What pleased Yang Yongxin was that Lin Qinger found an indoor basketball court. The mini type had only one frame. It was also used by the school to practice for those who could not play ball.

In this way, Yang Yong will not worry about his distress being seen.

"Brother Yang, why don't you watch us play first?" Bodyguard No. 1 said.

Yang Yong nodded.

Then they both fought, one attacking and the other defending.

The two then switched offense and defense.

Basketball was shot into the basket from time to time under their men.

At the beginning, the two were still a bit sluggish, but the more they played, the more they became more skilled at dribbling, and the number of times basketball entered the box.

"Okay!" Yang Yong applauded.

Lin Qinger also applauded.

"Hoo ~"

Bodyguard No. 1 exhaled, patted the ball twice, and walked towards Yang Yong: "I haven't played for a long time, and I'm not used to it."

Bodyguard No. 2 also came over and said with a smile: "Yeah, I haven't encountered basketball for many years."

"You guys are very good! The two of you who have played with me have played great!" Lin Qinger said.

"There and there, the lady missed the prize." They scratched their heads and smiled.

"Yang Yong! Come on!"

"Me?" Yang Yong pointed to himself, then shook his head: "No, no, I can't beat them!"

"Oh! It's your job to call you! Why are you doing this! Come on!"

Lin Qing'er pulled Yang Yong from his chair.

Then stuffed the ball into Yang Yong's hands.

Yang Yong held a basketball, with a bitter face: "How does this thing play? Is it just shooting?"

Yang Yong looked at the two bodyguards.

The bodyguard nodded No. 1. "Just shoot hard."

"Oh."

Then Yang Yong took a single-handed shot, and then the basketball bounced. Yang Yong hurriedly shot again, thumping twice.

Then the basketball rolled away ...

Yang Yong frowned, with one hand still in the air ...

"That's stupid!" Lin Qing'er sneered at Yang Yong, then trot over and picked up the basketball.

"Come on! Miss Ben demonstrates to you once!"

Then Lin Qing'er took a photo easily, it was very casual.

"See it! Don't try too hard! Wrist hard, you know? Don't be nervous, just relax, just use a little strength on your wrist!"

Then Lin Qinger threw the ball into Yang Yonghuai.

Yang Yong frowned frantically.

Then I took a picture of Lin Qinger's appearance, and Yang Yong was still a little nervous, and the palm always kept this 'grasping' posture.

"You're wrong!"

Lin Qinger came up and grabbed Yang Yong's hand: "Relax, don't be nervous, just like playing, don't stare at the ball, feel free!"