Seeing that he wanted to speak, Cui Zheng said first: "Teacher, football match..."

Liao Xuebing said: "Well, I already know what you want to say. The students in Class 1 of 3 years are training. I asked them at noon and they said they didn't know that there was a challenge. In order not to hinder your love for sports, I wrote a copy for them in your name as the challenge book. They were all very happy and expressed that they should take this warm-up match seriously."

The group of people opened their mouths as big as eggs and couldn't react for a long time.

"No... isn't it?" Even when he was abandoned by his girlfriend, Cui Zheng was not as at a loss today. Similarly, Zhong Bai, Ye Yuhu and others all had the same thought: "The geese were beaten all day long, but the geese were pecking their eyes."

"If you don't want to pay a thousand yuan or call yourself a coward, just change into your sportswear and go to the stadium to do warm-up exercises. The game time is set at 4:30, only half an hour away. In addition, many students in the class have already known the content of the challenge book, and they all say they will definitely watch the game."

"What? Teacher, aren't you kidding?" Cui Zheng screamed.

Ah Hu, that is, Ye Yuhu quietly sent a text message to the informant of Class 3: "Is there any news about our class outside?"

The informant replied to the message: "Brother Hu, do you really have to challenge Class One in three years? It's too dangerous. Apologize to them and take back the challenge. They have won two consecutive football league championships since the first grade, and they have also defeated Longtoushan Middle School on behalf of the school team."

Another message was sent at the same time, which was He Xin, a student in Class 1 of 3 years he knew: "Ye Yuhu, you are so fucking crazy. As long as you are willing to run on the court in women's underwear for ten minutes, I will allow you to revoke your reckless challenge behavior."

This message completely aroused Ah Hu's fierceness and slapped the table and shouted: "Damn it, what's the matter with three years? Let's form a team to kick out their shit."

Four-eyed eyes looked at him in disbelief: "Ahu, if we lose, our class will have no shame to meet people. Do you know the glorious results of Class One in three years?"

Ye Yuhu ignored Liao Xuebing's eyes and grabbed a few people, shouting: "Get ready now, go to the football field! A Zheng, call Meng Jun and Li Yuzhong to arrive at the school in ten minutes."

Liao Xuebing nodded secretly: "It seems that Ye Yuhu is the boss among them, and I thought it was Cui Zheng." Some girls screamed: "Okay, defeat them!" The person who knew the inside story secretly shook his head.

The last class was an activity class, and there was no problem of absenteeism. A group of people quickly changed their clothes in the locker room and rushed towards the football field with great enthusiasm. Perhaps Ye Yuhu told them about the situation in the locker room. The young men were full of momentum, and everyone held their heads and chests, and they were arrogant.

In the evening of early autumn, the temperature was still very hot, and the grass leaves on the football field were a little yellow. A group of students wearing white football sportswear gathered on the other side and didn't know what to discuss. Liao Xuebing listened to a class in Class 1 in 3 years and had an impression of several of them.

Many people come to watch the game with the mentality of watching the fun, mainly because of the rumored bet. The game must be a hot topic, and there must be someone who makes a fool of himself. Who doesn’t want to see such a scene?

Liao Xuebing secretly pulled Wang Long, a physical education representative, and asked: "Hey, look at your screams so fiercely. Is our class really capable and confident of winning?"

Wang Long shook his head. He hated Cui Zheng for giving him such a bad idea and was used by the teacher in turn, but he couldn't have an attack. He said, "Our class has some strength, but the distance is greater than that of Class One in three years."

"Since that's the case, why is Ye Yuhu still so impulsive? Doesn't he understand the consequences of losing?"

Wang Long whispered to him the content of the text message, and Liao Xuebing thought, "It's good to be like this, to hone the temperament of young people."

As time approaches, more and more people are on the stands of the stadium and there are loud discussions. Some people even smile and ask if they will go to the campus to admit that they are cowards if they lose in Class 2 of Year 2.

The two rescuers Meng Jun and Li Yuzhong, who were in Ye Yuhu's mouth, also arrived and stood by the goal frame of his own side to move their bodies. After listening to Cui Zheng's description of the whole thing, they both looked at Liao Xuebing meaningfully.

Liao Xuebing walked over and said, "You two are Mongolian Army, Li Yuzhong? I won't pursue you for a while when I have been having classes for a few days. If you can't win this game, you can just wait and see the show."

"Hmph, idiot." Meng Jun said in his heart. The boy with a rebellious face had never looked at him directly. He wiped off a handful of sweat from his forehead and leaned on the doorpost. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Li Yuzhong kicked the turf a few times, looking so energetic that it spread out, and shouted loudly: "I am a frontman, no one is allowed to compete with me!"

No one paid attention to him, Liao Xuebing had to retreat back to the stands awkwardly and said to himself: "I want to see how you make a fool of yourself."

There are more and more people in the stands, and on campus without activity for several weeks, this has become a grand event for them. The collision between the death class and the football champion, who is the final winner?

It was fifteen minutes to 5:30. The physical education teacher Zhao Minghui, as a special referee, was already in place, and the lineman who was a student in the neutral class was also checking whether the corner flag was firm. A team of girls in miniskirts rushed out from somewhere to waving small silk ribbons on the sidelines, with uniform movements and shouting loudly: "Class one in three years, always strive for first place!Class one in three years, always strive for first place!" The posture was graceful and pleasing to the eye, especially the cute underwear that was vaguely exposed when I kicked my legs, which made many people move the angle of the telescope towards them.

The student cadres of Class 1 of 3 years brought a box of pure water, and a more mature person was explaining tactics to them, and they would often slap each other in high-highlights.

This is not like a warm-up match at all, it seems to be the scene before the World Cup starts. In contrast, the lineup of Liao Xuebing and his class is much ugly. Although sports committee member Wang Long is also explaining tactics, most people are absent-minded, and several people even wear not football shoes but heavy-looking travel shoes.

"Why don't our class have cheerleading team?" Lao Liao asked.

Chen Younian was not surprised at all: "Those girls don't care about winning or losing at all, don't count on it." Having said that, after all, there were more than a dozen girls in this class, most of whom were better than Cui Zheng and the others.

The referee named the number of people. The players came on the court. With a whistle, Wang Long took the lead to drive the ball towards the goal of Class One in three years. An excited shout immediately sounded in the stands. The warm-up match between the two classes was more enthusiastic than the official game.

He was quickly intercepted by two opponents. After a fight, he finally protected the ball steadily and poured the ball to Ye Yuhu who was following from behind.

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Chapter completed!