All the students sent from Class 1 were 1.7 meters tall. They knew they had already made arrangements and were quite targeted.

"Class 1 is really silent and holding its ultimate move." Lao Qi was sleeping vigorously today, holding a small trumpet in his hand, and specially prepared a secret weapon to cheer for Class 7. As a result, his face turned green when he saw this scene. "When can the sports specialty students change classes at will? Change three more!"

"Teacher Liu, don't you need to change the players of Class 7?" Although Lao Fang couldn't understand the football game, he could still see that Class 7 was at a disadvantage just by comparing his physique. He couldn't help but look at Liu Lin worriedly.

The population of Class 7 is simple. Luo Mao, the sports committee member, Yu Zhiliang, the back street leader, Lan Mengxi, Qin Hanwei, who has good grades and is more burly than fat, and then Yu Zhiliang's younger brother Taiyang.

There is not much difference in height between the two sides, but Yu Zhiliang, Lan Mengxi and Taiyang look much thinner. Compared with the members of the first class, and thinking about the style of the first class playing, this really makes people feel worried.

"No, the student committee is working as a military division next to you." Lou Ning was very relieved by the little guys. If it doesn't work, he still has his own mental power to serve as a backing for treatment. "In the third year of high school, you must be happy with everything after you finish your life. If you can do something like finding foreign aid, we can't."

"I don't agree with Teacher Liu's words." Ren Fangfei was waiting by the side early, just wanting to see Liu Lin crying bitterly because she was scared. Who would have thought that the other party was so calm and obviously looked down on their tactics. She was immediately dissatisfied. "Making good use of her resources is also a kind of strength."

God knows that temporarily transferring these people to their own class will not only lower the average score, but also be particularly difficult to discipline... Ren Fangfei thought of the students who made this request, and couldn't help looking at the row of young ladies standing under the umbrellas on the sidelines, and her heart was bleeding.

When the basketball game is over, I must find a way to kick these thorns who like to make trouble back to the original class!

The students in their class are so well-behaved and sensible. What if they were really led to the destruction by these people?!

"Start!" Teacher Sun blew the whistle and quickly retreated to the sidelines, obviously not intending to follow him.

The one who grabbed the ball was the highest-ranking sports specialty student in the class, and the Sports Commission of Class 7 Luo Mao. The two stood facing each other like cockfighting. In the end, Luo Mao gave the racket to Yu Zhiliang with his excellent sense of balance.

"Um!" But because of this, his body lost its center of gravity in the air and was suddenly hit by the other party's shoulder.

The strength was not particularly strong, but it almost made people lose their breath. But before Luo Mao reacted, the group of people rushed out to surround Yu Zhiliang, intending to grab the ball back.

"Brother Yu!"

"First face!"

"Don't be afraid of them!"

When the people from Class 1 heard the clamor of Class 7, they shouted on the sidelines without being outdone.

"Each class wins first!"

"Don't lose to those gangsters!"

"Fight well!"

"If you win, go to the steakhouse!"

However, some people couldn't laugh at the scene. When Lou Ning saw Luo Mao hit the ribs, he couldn't say that he was injured, but it was enough to hinder his performance for a while.

In addition, the two of them had already finished snatching the ball, and the first class of people would be fouled again, but Teacher Sun did not yell...

"Teacher Liu?" Lao Fang noticed that Teacher Liu's eyes were a little heavy, and he didn't understand why.

"Teacher Qi, can you please give some encouragement to the students in Class 7?" Lou Ning did not respond to Lao Fang's words, but glanced at Qi Renjie, "I think the children in our class don't want sympathy. They just need us to cheer up next to us."

"What's this?" Qi Renjie cheerfully agreed to Lou Ning's request, and then he took out a loud voice in everyone's incredible eyes and put his mouth over--

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow. He falls in love with the building and falls in love with the building. Class 7 grabbed the ball for me!" Lao Qi is worthy of being a talent, and it sounds quite rhyme.

However, the direction of this effort was obviously a bit strange. A group of students on the field almost couldn't hold the ball. Finally, Lan Mengxi, who was snatching the gap, slapped it off, and then caught Luo Mao with a straight shot, turning around and shooting a three-point shot-

He fell into the net with a spin! Scoring the goal!

"Dig it! The nuts are done well!"

"My marriage to nut! Top up, top up, top up!"

"24k silver nut! No. 1 in conductive power!"

The people from Class 7 followed Lao Qi's thoughts and laughed in a slight way on the sidelines. They were used to being poor, and it was obviously more enthusiastic than the dull atmosphere of Class 1.

"Blow them up." The students in Class 1 obviously did not have the unity of Class 7, but they were very purposeful and had always known what they wanted.

Since the other party wants to be tough, he will not end up after hitting him just now, so don’t blame them next.

"Stop waiting, be careful to protect yourself." Ten minutes of the first quarter, and after the first quarter, Class 7 beats Class 16-9. Lou Ning stood on the sidelines and patted his shoulders and encouraged them one by one, "They are definitely not just here to pick out these people."

"Don't worry, teachers, we have fought against them before." Luo Mao just went to 'arm wrestle' with other friends, confirming that he was the 24k king, not the 24k bronze. He shook the sweat on his forehead and said with a grin, "I don't take their methods seriously yet, and Brother Yu is not a vegetarian. We are not afraid of them!"

"Can you let the tyrant Qin stop chanting poetry... This will really make you unable to hold the ball."

"Boy!" Old Qi was angry when he heard his complaint next to him, and immediately rushed to scold him with a loud voice, "I will chase you from the beginning of the next section! I will be punished by one penny and a dictation!"

The dictation is Luo Mao’s fault. I guess this person has grown all the nutrients in size and sports. How can he recite it? It’s so painful. There are so many times that he almost led the tyranny of Qin.

"I have to say sorrow to express my new words, and I have to hold my pen and memorize my sorrow even more..." Luo Mao muttered, and while rushing to the scene with the ball before the tyrant Qin reacted, he hurriedly followed Yu Zhiliang and a few others into the court with the ball in his arms.

"Puff." Lou Ning didn't expect that the child was so honest and couldn't hold it in a moment, so he could only burst out with anger in front of Qi Renjie.

As for Lao Fang, he didn't care about the other party's face and just smiled like a dog.

"They are so relaxed." A girl next to Chen Manyun noticed the atmosphere of Class 7 and immediately muttered, "We are just warming up here, and it's easy to do things with money. I don't know if they can laugh later."

"Don't say that, that's the scholarship we give to Liu a few." Chen Manyun said softly, "Student Liu and his team are dedicated to their efforts to take special tricks, of course they are completely different from those who are struggling downstream."

As soon as the whistle sounded in the second quarter, the ball from Class 7 at the end of the previous quarter. Qin Hanwei was responsible for driving the ball out because he did not have the advantage in running.

But unexpectedly, a crutch came over secretly and took advantage of the pain and subconsciously shrank the ball into his hand.
Chapter completed!