Passionate with the teacher during the competition

After a brief standoff, Qu Ming suddenly turned, leaning to the right and extending his left arm to dribble the ball at long range, forcefully breaking through Zhou Donghua's defense. Zhou Donghua took a step back, slightly increasing the distance, his eyes fixed on Qu Ming's feet.
Qu Ming nimbly adjusted his footwork, and as Zhou Donghua's attention was focused on the right, he suddenly changed direction, moving to the left. As he stepped to the side, his left hand hooked the basketball, which had been hovering at long range, and it immediately changed direction, landing accurately between his feet, passing under his legs. Qu Ming opened his right hand, preparing to catch the ball dribbling between his legs, passing it past Zhou Donghua's hands.
Qu Ming froze for a moment; the ball had already bounced off his feet, but his right hand failed to catch it. The basketball, which should have landed in his hands, seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Cai Ji, watching from the sidelines, saw clearly that the instant Qu Ming dribbled the ball between his legs, Zhou Donghua, as if anticipating it, turned his body to the side, his right hand silently extending, intercepting the ball before Qu Ming could catch it.
Zhou Donghua moved with lightning speed. He caught the ball at an angle, bounced it on the floor, then shifted his weight back to his feet, slightly bent his knees, held the ball with both hands, glanced at the basket, and thrust his arm out. From stealing the ball to releasing it, Zhou Donghua's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause. At the moment of release, the power of his legs, knees, waist, abdomen, arms, wrists, and fingers was concentrated in one point. The basketball spun out and "thudded" through the net.
Chen Jin clenched his fist and swung it hard. The school team players all stood up and applauded, cheering for their captain. The Red Wolf Club's seats were silent. Qu Ming's thirty seconds of ball control had been completely reversed by Zhou Donghua in a mere tenth of a second.
Cai Ji placed his hand on Teacher Jing Li's thigh, his fingers tapping unconsciously. Some spectators applauded, some cheered, and others encouraged Qu Ming.
One to zero. The referee announced that Zhou Donghua had scored the first point.
Qu Ming received the ball and restarted play at center circle. Facing Zhou Donghua, he lowered his center of gravity and dribbled the ball with his right hand behind and to the side of Zhou Donghua, away from him. Zhou Donghua remained expressionless, arms outstretched, knees bent, poised to leap at any moment.
Qu Ming shielded the ball with one hand, slowly squeezing inside the three-point line under Zhou Donghua's pressure, then suddenly stepped back, leaning back and springing his feet off the ground, creating distance between himself and Zhou Donghua as he released the shot.
Just before the ball left his hand, Zhou Donghua subtly hooked Qu Ming's ankle. Qu Ming's fadeaway shot was executed in mid-air, the power generated from his feet to the release from his fingertips, a smooth and coordinated motion. This small movement caused him to slightly lose his balance, resulting in a slight miscalculation in his release.
The ball hit the rim, spun once, and fell into the net. This time, the Red Wolf Club members immediately jumped up, cheering wildly.
Cai Ji also breathed a sigh of relief. Teacher Jing Li's eyes were filled with admiration. While both were shooting hoops, Qu Ming's movements were always exceptionally beautiful, seamlessly blending power and grace. Playing basketball is a skill, but playing it well is an art.
Qu Ming, however, was drenched in cold sweat. Only he knew that the shot had gone astray from the start, and making it was pure luck. Zhou Donghua's hooking motion on his ankle was utterly despicable; any more force would have not only caused the shot to miss but also put him off balance, sending him crashing to the ground.
One to one.
Zhou Donghua picked up the ball and tossed it to the referee, walking expressionlessly towards the center circle as if nothing had happened.
Qu Ming approached, crouching down across the center line, his gaze sharply fixed on Zhou Donghua.
Zhou Donghua caught the ball, patted it in his hand, and said, "Kid, this is a dunk. You'd better keep a close eye on me." Qu Ming said softly, "Your girlfriend is pretty tight, have you tried it?" Zhou Donghua's eyes flashed. "You, Qu, you'll pay the price." Zhou Donghua took a step to the left, the basketball bounced on the ground, and landed accurately in his hand, as if it were glued to it. Zhou Donghua's hands were bigger than Qu Ming's, making ball control easier. He moved his feet nimbly, making three consecutive feints, and when Qu Ming lost his balance, he suddenly accelerated, breaking through his defense.
Zhou Donghua attacked the basket without stopping, then leaped up and swung his arm to dunk. A whoosh of wind sounded behind him, and a hand suddenly reached out from behind his shoulder, slapping at his wrist holding the ball.
Qu Ming's speed was surprisingly fast, somewhat catching Zhou Donghua off guard. However, Qu Ming's jumping ability was lacking; he couldn't reach the ball in Zhou Donghua's hands at all. Therefore, he directly slashed at Zhou Donghua's wrist, intending to foul and award free throws rather than let him dunk.
Zhou Donghua, in mid-air, flicked his wrist before Qu Ming's hand could reach him, sending the ball to his left hand. Then, he swung his left arm, switching hands to dunk the ball into the net. As he grabbed the rim, Zhou Donghua arched his back, slamming Qu Ming
down hard. Qu Ming landed a few steps back, almost sitting on the ground. Zhou Donghua released the rim, landing easily on the court, then waved dismissively at Qu Ming.
The school team erupted in cheers, and Qu Ming's anger flared, his face turning pale.
Cai Jixin thought something was wrong and was about to speak when Qu Ming received the ball and immediately launched an attack. This time, his attack was decisive; he cut diagonally to the 45-degree angle of the backboard and jumped to shoot. Qu Ming still used his usual low-arc shooting motion, the basketball's trajectory was very flat and its spin extremely fast. This shot was fast and powerful, but its drawback was that it was easily blocked.
With a thud, the ball was slammed down in mid-air by Zhou Donghua and bounced out of bounds.
The Red Wolf Club members were speechless, and Cai Ji subconsciously clenched his fist, his fingers gripping Teacher Jing Li's thigh tightly.
Most of the cheerleading girls looked surprised, as if they hadn't seen how the ball suddenly changed direction.
The ball went out of bounds, and Qu Ming continued the attack. Qu Ming received the ball with a cold face, and Cai Ji immediately called a timeout.
Zhou Donghua returned to the sidelines, and his teammates all stood up and gave him high-fives to cheer him on. The Red Wolf Club players also cheered for their leader; two to one, the offensive possession was still in their leader's hands, the situation wasn't too bad.
Qu Ming sat down between Teacher Jing Li and Teacher Yang Yun. Teacher Jing Li handed him a bottle of water and wiped his sweat with a towel. Teacher Yang Yun turned her face away, avoiding his gaze. Qu Ming pushed away Teacher Jing Li's hand, draped a towel over his shoulder, and took a sip of water.
Music started playing, and the cheerleaders ran onto the court, beginning a lively dance to the rhythm. Having only been formed a few days ago, their movements were still somewhat practiced, but the girls' youth and enthusiasm completely made up for it.
During the music, Cai Ji whispered, "Boss, don't get angry. It's Zhou Donghua who should be angry..." Qu Ming nodded, glancing at Teacher Yang Yun.
While the cheerleaders danced, Teacher Yang Yun was left behind. Realizing Cai Ji was talking about her, she awkwardly crossed her legs, feeling uneasy.
The one-minute timeout ended, the music stopped, and the cheerleaders left the court. The referee handed the ball to Qu Ming and said to them, "Very good, you two were both excellent. Although there can only be one winner, there shouldn't be any losers in this competition. Do you understand?" He slowly added, "I don't want you to violate the rules of fair competition, please remain restrained." The referee stepped aside, Qu Ming patted the ball, and then bent down. Zhou Donghua stretched his limbs, spreading his arms like a hawk.
Qu Ming's attack was steady this time, not rushing to shoot like before. He slowly dribbled the ball into the shooting area, looking for a suitable position. Zhou Donghua, while avoiding fouls, used arm movements to disrupt Qu Ming's attack.
Qu Ming suddenly lowered his body, turning his upper body sideways, almost level with the court, making a strong dribbling motion. Zhou Donghua reached out to block, shifting his weight to one side.
Qu Ming's move was just a feint; as Zhou Donghua began to move, he pulled back his weight, like a taut bow suddenly straightening, raising his hand and shooting at the basket.
Zhou Donghua, like a typical defender, immediately turned, using his body to block his opponent, staring at the basket, preparing to grab the rebound.
The ball hit the rim and bounced to the side. Zhou Donghua had already secured his position, leaping and catching the ball in mid-air.
Everything seemed normal; Qu Ming faked a shot, deceiving Zhou Donghua, and raised his hand to shoot. Zhou Donghua didn't have time to defend and had to turn to fight for the rebound.
This reaction was part of basic training, but the difference was that Zhou Donghua turned a little earlier than usual; he started turning before Qu Ming had even released his shot. Using the turn as a screen, Zhou Donghua naturally nudged Qu Ming's chest with his shoulder before he could shoot.
Zhou Donghua straightened up, dribbling the ball as he said, "Kid, you still have a lot to learn. You're not as good as me at basketball, and you're even worse at dirty play." Qu Ming gritted his teeth. That's how basketball is; unless the referee calls it, it's not a foul. He could only blame his lack of experience.
Like Zhou Donghua, Qu Ming immediately began defending in the opponent's half of the court. This was incredibly tiring, but Qu Ming had plenty of energy to burn. He just needed to see if Zhou Donghua's stamina, after a morning of hustle, was as abundant as if he'd taken some kind of drug.
Qu Ming suddenly chuckled during his defense and whispered, "See your pretty girlfriend? Do you know what she's doing?" Zhou Donghua knew he was trying to distract him, but he couldn't help looking towards the sidelines.
Coach Yang Yun was sitting in the covered coaching bench, next to a bespectacled boy. She sat upright with her hands in front of her, and strangely, a large towel used by players to wipe sweat was covering her legs.
"There's nothing under that towel. Your girlfriend's naked right now, being touched in her tender little pussy," Qu Ming chuckled.
Cai Ji had one hand under the towel, and seeing Zhou Donghua's gaze, he smiled and raised his hand. A section of the towel between Coach Yang Yun's legs was pushed up, moving obscenely.
Zhou Donghua stared at his girlfriend with a livid face. Coach Yang Yun had been keeping her head down. Cai Ji whispered a few words in her ear, and Teacher Yang Yun raised her face to meet Zhou Donghua's gaze, a shy blush appearing on her face.
Teacher Yang Yun's skirt was pulled up, her underwear dragged down to her knees, and she sat naked on the plastic chair. Cai Ji's hand slipped under her buttocks, his fingers reaching into her genitals, wantonly stirring within Teacher Yang Yun's tender organ.
Teacher Yang Yun's face showed an expression Zhou Donghua had never seen before, both shy and nervous, but what Zhou Donghua found most unbearable was her occasional allure and the irrepressible softness and seductive charm she exuded while being ravished.
Qu Ming suddenly reached out and stole the ball from Zhou Donghua's hands. The ball bounced on the ground, and Qu Ming caught it with his left hand, then with a brilliant leap, bent his legs, leaned back, and slammed the ball into the basket from behind his shoulder.
Two to two. Both sides scored two points.
The Red Wolf Society was in high spirits, clapping and cheering loudly. The cheerleaders chanted from the sidelines, "Go, President!
Go, President!" The school team players were baffled by the loss of the ball. Zhou Donghua was almost caught off guard by Qu Ming's steal and made no attempt to recover.
The referee blew his whistle, and the game restarted at center court. Zhou Donghua steadied himself with the ball, a fierce, beast-like glint in his eyes.
He turned sideways, ignoring his girlfriend on the sidelines, and slammed the ball with one hand. Relying on his strength and power, he forcefully pushed past Qu Ming, drove to the basket, and jumped, his head almost level with the rim. He raised his head, roared, and shoved the ball into the hoop, his arm halfway in as well.
In that instant, he saw a small picture added next to the photo he had personally pasted on the backboard. In the picture, Teacher Yang Yun is lying in a pool of milk, turning her head back, shyly and joyfully sticking out her fair buttocks, spreading her buttocks with her hands to reveal her tender vulva, which has just been violated and is still bleeding.
Zhou Donghua forgot to stop, and his arm was scraped by the rim, leaving a long mark. Only then did he hear the whistle.
The referee ran over and gestured, indicating that Zhou Donghua had fouled during the attack, the dunk did not count, and Qu Ming would take the lead.
Chen Jin shouted, "That's a foul! Dong-ge bumped into Qu with the ball, and he fell down, it's obviously a dunk!" The Red Wolf Society retorted, "He's dribbling and charging into people and he thinks he's right? Is that how you play basketball? Using your shoulder to bump into someone, it's not like it's rugby! He should be called for a technical foul, and the boss should be able to take the free throws!" Amid the commotion, Qu Ming began to dribble. Zhou Donghua slowly retreated, and at the three-point line, he became aggressive, blocking Qu Ming outside. Zhou Donghua spread his arms, his strong body like an impenetrable wall, blocking Qu Ming's shots several times and almost stealing the ball.
Qu Ming changed his strategy, dribbling the ball a few times before suddenly turning, causing Zhou Donghua to change direction, then turning again, first left, then right, and then a third time, finally creating a slight distance between them.
This was a technique Qu Ming had been practicing diligently. He seized this fleeting opportunity, releasing the ball swiftly before Zhou Donghua could block it.
"Beautiful!" Cheers erupted from the crowd. This play was a perfect display of Qu Ming's skill; his footwork and body coordination were flawless, the timing was impeccable, and the decisiveness and accuracy of his shot were truly remarkable.
Teacher Jing Li also clapped excitedly, beaming with joy. Cai Ji turned to the side and said, "Teacher, you're so excited, did you take some aphrodisiacs?" Teacher Jing Li chuckled and said, "If we win the game today, I'll take some aphrodisiacs to play with you guys." "You said it yourself. I love seeing you when you're all horny, Teacher." Cai Ji said, pinching Teacher Yang Yun's crotch.
Three to two.
Zhou Donghua dribbled the ball, skimming to the baseline like the wind, then changed direction and cut to the side, sticking close to Qu Ming as he drove to the basket. Qu Ming jumped up, leaning to block his shot. Zhou Donghua dodged the block, leaning his upper body to the right, then hooking the ball in with a hook shot.
Zhou Donghua clenched his fist and walked towards the center circle, glancing back at the Red Wolf Club's seats as he passed them.
Cai Ji picked up a ballpoint pen, brandished it defiantly at Zhou Donghua, then slipped it under a towel. Teacher Yang Yun lowered her head, her legs slightly apart, her buttocks raised.
When Cai Ji reached out again, the pen was gone. Teacher Yang Yun, her buttocks raised, slowly sat down. The pen was stuck hard inside the vagina, its bottom pressing against the chair surface, a stream of liquid flowing down the pen and dripping wetly between her legs.
Zhou Donghua walked over and realized that the boy had been using an oil-based pen to toy with Teacher Yang Yun, and his anger flared up like wildfire.
The referee blew the whistle, and another attack began. This time, Zhou Donghua went all out. While Qu Ming was dribbling, he leaned to the side to contest the ball, deliberately lifting his foot slightly. As Qu Ming moved his feet to avoid the contest, Zhou Donghua subtly stepped on Qu Ming's instep and then tripped him on the calf. This action could cause an ankle sprain, and in severe cases, a fracture.
Zhou Donghua didn't use much force; he almost released Qu Ming's ankle the moment he twisted it, and if you weren't paying attention, you would think Qu Ming had tripped accidentally.
Although Zhou Donghua's action was light, Qu Ming's reaction was to scream and fall to the ground in the opposite direction. The foot that Zhou Donghua had released extended forward slightly and was tripped by him.
A commotion erupted in the gym. The Red Wolf Club members were indignant, jumping up and shouting insults. Even Qu Ming's fans, including teacher Jing Li, watched him nervously, their hearts pounding.
The school team was speechless; even Chen Jin suspected Zhou Donghua had deliberately tripped Qu Ming. Facing the Red Wolf Club's accusations, Qu Ming retorted, "Is he made of paper? If he's not healthy, he shouldn't play basketball! Haha, this kind of man's sport isn't suitable for him." He chuckled dryly.
The referee immediately awarded Qu Ming free throws.
Zhou Donghua, having been tricked, laughed instead of getting angry, "Kid, you've got guts. Here we go." Qu Ming sat on the floor, stretching his ankle. This was incredibly risky; if Zhou Donghua hadn't been so gentle, he might have broken his ankle.
Qu Ming made the free throw. 4-3, leading by one point.
In the next three possessions, Zhou Donghua showcased his skills, first tying the score with a mid-range jumper, then successfully disrupting Qu Ming's attack. Qu Ming missed, Zhou Donghua grabbed the rebound, shook off Qu Ming, drove to the basket, and dunked, taking a 5-4 lead. Qu Ming then committed another turnover, forced out of bounds by Zhou Donghua.
After gaining possession, the two battled from mid-court to the basket. Zhou Donghua's shot missed, but he immediately grabbed the rebound and took another shot near the baseline, a difficult jump shot that went in. One dunk and two shots, three consecutive points, giving Zhou Donghua a 6-4 lead and ending the first half.

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