"Coax!"

"Coax!"

This time, it was the turn of the girls and cheerleaders in the archaeology department to start laughing at the Chinese department.

"Good!"

Suddenly, a crisp cheer came from a corner of the stands.

"Who's that, why is it so beautiful?"

The eyes of the people who eat melons were attracted for a moment.

The girl felt as if she had become a zoo animal, covered her face, and quickly disappeared, and after a while, she reappeared in the stands on the other side.

But this time, I want to keep a low profile.

She spat out incense, tongue, and patted her choppy chest, looking very scared.

But his eyes were immediately attracted by Mu Ping's brave performance on the field.

I saw that the basketball on the court didn't matter which team member was in the hand, as long as it left his hand, it would automatically fly to Mu Ping's hand, and as long as he shot, whether it was in the corner or in the center, the ball would fall into the net.

Looking at his expression, it was relaxed and pleasant, as if he didn't need to watch with his eyes at all.

This is in stark contrast to the other team's players who are panting for rabbits.

"Is he a man or a god?"

There was silence in the stands, and the people who ate melons all widened their eyes, as if they were stunned, and their eyes went straight to the ground, just watching Mu Ping perform alone, and even the other four members of the archaeology department became decorations.

"Die!"

Yang Jingxie was not to be outdone, and yelled directly at his teammates.

"Boom!"

Including him, the four team members stood in front of Mu Ping, forming a human wall, blocking Mu Ping from the back.

"Boy, what else are you capable of this time?"

Yang Jingxie's face was so gloomy that he could wring out water, and the cultivation of the yellow-level martial artist was unreservedly exposed to the sun, and the entire court could feel a coercion that seemed to be nothing.

"The frog at the bottom of the well!"

Mu Ping pursed his lips.

"Tee!"

Yang Jingxie yelled at the player who was at a loss for what to do with the basketball in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The man woke up like a dream, and the basketball flew straight towards Yang Jingxie, but he didn't know why, he wanted to reach out to catch it, but his arm couldn't be raised, and a figure appeared in front of the ball, and the ball naturally fell into Mu Ping's hand.

"Boy, look for death!"

He didn't know which movie he had learned a line from, and it was churning in his mind at the moment.

stretched out a bowl-sized fist and punched Mu Ping's waist.

"Whew"

The big fist of the bowl drove the sound of the wind, made a low sound, and flew towards Mu Ping's waist.

"Bang!"

The fist touched the flesh, and the sound of bones breaking immediately sounded, and the punch was like hitting the leather, and the figure was knocked out of the air by him, and fell to the ground with a "plop", rolled twice, and stopped moving.

"Hehe, boy, you're done, fight with the uncle, you don't know how to die!"

A touch of ruthlessness appeared on Yang Jingxie's face.

But immediately, his eyes widened and he found that it was not Mu Ping who fell, but a big man who was not much different from his height and his teammate from the Chinese Department.

Is this a pig teammate, how did you see the fist coming, and still push forward?

Yang Jingxie was going crazy.

"Good!"

After hesitating, he suddenly saw that Mu Ping threw it again, and the basketball flew into the basket steadily.

"Damn!"

Yang Jingxie didn't think that Mu Ping had the ability to dodge his nirvana, but he just had shit luck.

"That kid killed someone?"

The people at the scene may not have seen the clues, but the netizens in the Xuelian live broadcast room really saw it, from Yang Jingxie's punch to his teammate falling, as if in slow motion, they all captured it.

"How can Snow Lotus kill people live broadcast? The babies must have seen it wrong!"

Snow Lotus pursed her lips and blocked the camera.

Her heart was also beating a drum, and she could see it clearly, it was Yang Jingxie who knocked his own teammates away with a punch.

Suddenly, she began to regret it, "Can I still get this money smoothly?"

"The live broadcast killing, but the big girl is on the sedan chair, you have to take a good look!"

The popularity of Snow Lotus's live broadcast room, which had not moved for a long time, began to soar wildly.

"Twenty-one is flat!"

"Yes, the archaeology department scores one more goal and wins!"

"It's almost time!"

"Less than ten minutes left!"

The melon-eating crowd began to chirp and be lively again.

"Who is this junior in the Department of Archaeology, why haven't you seen him once?"

Several girls from the Chinese Department got together and began to gossip.

"How could you have seen it, I heard that he was new here, and in class, he killed Xue Ying, the deputy director of their archaeology department!"

"What? Not even the Exterminator is his person?"

"But no, he's amazing, starting from archaeological history, Director Xue Ying was stunned!"

I have to say that in the Internet era, information circulation is fast, and in such a short period of time, the so-called "black history" since Mu Ping arrived at the school has been dug up.

"Does he still have so many stories? Yes, is it wrong for this girl to be a man she has been interested in since she was a child?"

Xu Hong pursed her lips, her face was full of waves, but she had already smiled like a peony flower in her heart.

"He's so good everywhere!"

In the corner, the girl in the white Bosmian dress stared at Mu Ping intently.

"Stop!"

Yang Jingxie finally couldn't help but make a pause at the referee.

"Whew"

The referee let out a long breath of turbidity, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly said, "The Chinese Department requests a timeout!"

He made a beautiful pause gesture, then took the basketball tossed by the assistant referee and flashed it to the side.

"Mu Ping, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

Li Siqing lightly punched Mu Ping, "Do you know, it really scared me just now, if our archaeology department is really bald, that person will be thrown to grandma's house!"

"If you have a young book, how can you be bald?"

Mu Ping put his hands behind his back and looked up at the dome of the stadium, the appearance of the b, which was also unprecedented and unprecedented.

"Mu Ping, I'm embarrassed for our archaeology department!"

Chu Qiao limped over and spoke apologetically.

"Where, if you talk about it, you should be the hero of our archaeology department!"

Mu Ping patted him on the shoulder, and a sense of wood vitality sank into his body, and the broken skin on Chu Qiao's buttocks immediately hurt from the fire, on the contrary, there was a cold and comfortable feeling.

"Ahh

Chu Qiao shouted halfway, but he reached out to cover his mouth, if this voice was shouted, it would be too imaginative, I don't know, what did you think happened to his ass by Mu Ping?

"Damn! don't be so exaggerated!"

Lei Ming, who was looking up and pouring mineral water, was suddenly stunned by the few people who came in at the door of the basketball hall.

He paused for a full three seconds, and suddenly felt cold.

"Hiccup", he suddenly burped, only to find that half a bottle of water flowed down his neck into the vest shorts, and a large piece of water was wet, which was clearly the rhythm of walking.