"Okay, okay......"

The photographer deleted the interview video footage under Tan Qingkai's surveillance, and the female reporter hurriedly exited the door. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tan Qingkai said: "I went out to buy a drink. ”

was disturbed by the two female reporters, and the atmosphere in the locker room became very bad, and everyone gathered in a circle to smoke a cigarette, and no one spoke.

Morale is the fighting spirit of a team, and if the team members do not have morale, no matter how strong the skills are, they will lack combat effectiveness.

Seeing this, Gu Jianfeng said: "Although they are very strong, they are nothing remarkable, as long as Pang Yuhan is contained, we will be able to play with the passing! We may even win! Remember, you are the strongest, and your progress is obvious to all!"

Seeing that everyone didn't react much, Gu Jianfeng simply stood on the bench and shouted condescendingly: "Yes! We have made sufficient preparations, and our goal will never be satisfied with five points, ten points, and twenty points! We must at least take twenty-five or thirty points! Let everyone who underestimates us know that the Chinese team also has the ability to brush out thirty points of big data in a single game!"

Tan Qingkai just came in from outside, carrying a bottle of pure water in his hand, and shouted without waiting for Teacher Gu's reaction: "There are all dead shemale fans outside! All of them are women! At least thousand! There are also people waving flags calling us to die, what an exaggeration!"

"Damn, even my sister doesn't like us. Suddenly, the morale of the whole Chinese team was extremely low.

"This ......" Gu Jianfeng coughed vigorously and said, "We can't be disturbed by the outside world, Song Baojun, you say yes?"

Song Baojun pulled Gu Jianfeng off the bench: "Teacher Gu, come down, why are you standing so high, in case you fall and get injured, no one will go to the hospital to bring you food." ”

"You, you, hey, don't pull it!" Gu Jianfeng staggered back.

Song Baojun stood on the bench by himself, his hypocritical personality slowly swelled in his mind, and said to the crowd who were squatting and smoking: "Everyone stand up, I have something to say." ”

The team members stood up in twos and threes, still loosely holding cigarette butts.

"You all see, others despise us, everyone thinks that the Chinese Department is a group of sour talents who have no power to tie the chicken. Even Pang Yuhan's psychologically distorted shemale dared to exchange the score with us, and even the stupidest reporters came to underestimate us, and the gamblers offered a big odds of 1 to 15, and almost everyone expected us to lose. But what does it matter? I never care what they think. ”

Someone looked up at him.

"You may want to say: Song Baojun, I came to study at Chazhou University just to find a good job in the future. Yes, you are right, work is just too important. But I'm going to tell you, there's something more important to this campus than finding a job, and that's beauty! That's love!"

Some people were stunned.

Song Baojun stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and suddenly raised his voice: "We are standing here, standing on this arena, not for the score! Not for winning or losing! Not for the honor of the Chinese department! Not for the sake of slapping some people's faces! We are just to play handsome and cool and soak a few more girls!"

"If the Chinese Department can't even win a game, there will be no girls like us! As long as there are Gao Shuai Fu on this campus who drive luxury cars to show off their might, no girls will like us! As long as Pang Yuhan's kind of garbage is still swaggering around under the banner of pity and cherishing jade, no girl will like us!"

At this moment, Song Baojun was like a heavy bomber carrying 120 tons of cluster bombs, the "Luhua Chicken (the latest development of China's national defense)" heavy bomber, one word after another exploded in the ears of the team members, mercilessly blasting open everyone's psychological defense.

"We are united in the name of otaku! We fight for a brand new and fair campus! We fight for everyone to have a horse! We fight for those who are vying for our horses to get out of Chaju University! We fight for the blessings that we can enjoy left and right!"

His voice was deafening and burst out from his throat, as if the battle of Shangganling was about to run out of ammunition, and everyone's eyes slowly turned red.

Song Baojun shouted hoarsely: "After today, a woman like Huo Caifeng, you can throw a few if you want, like a beautiful girl like Qiu Jiali, you can hold a few if you want! As long as we are crushing the archaeological team in the stadium, the love letters you have harvested will fill the classroom of the Chinese department and even overflow the corridor! As long as we knock the archaeological team to the ground, from the young girl to the senior sister with all kinds of style, every girl will throw admiration at you!"

Finally, someone raised their hands and shouted: "For the beauty, fight!"

Guo Jun clenched his fists hard, looked up to the sky and howled: "I want to hug Qiu Jiali!

"I'm very proud, among you people, there is no!" Song Baojun shouted loudly, "In front of me, there is an army that regards saving the flesh and soul of the opposite sex as its own responsibility! In our bodies, the souls of Dengzi and Ximenqing are ready to move! Now, you tell me, are you willing to give your life for this ideal?"

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison, like a death squad about to charge the enemy position, the sound was deafening, and the dust from the ceiling fell down.

For a while, the crowd in the locker room was excited, everyone from top to bottom was enthusiastic, and everyone was yelling and screaming.

Even a plague-like student like Ma Guodong was slapping his chest violently, letting out a roar like a giant ape.

Long Ya, who was the calmest, couldn't help but feel excited, and shouted viciously: "I will give my life to win this game!"

Only Tan Qingkai stood upright facing Song Baojun, raised his arms forty-five degrees, palms down, fingers pressed forward, his eyes were full of fanatical flames, and shouted: "Heil! Song Baojun!"

And Gu Jianfeng's neck stretched out long, like a foraging turkey, he was already dumbfounded, looking so lonely and helpless in the locker room where the demons were dancing wildly.

"Kill them all!" Song Baojun pointed forward, and everyone carried the bench and wooden sticks and poured out of the locker room with murderous energy. At this time, even if there is a US military M1A2SEP main battle tank in front of them, it will be stepped into a broken iron sheet.

Gu Jianfeng looked at Song Baojun's back, couldn't move for a long time, and muttered: "Niu Man, I know why he is the boss." ”

The audience on the stage was already seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and the basketball court was surrounded by four single desks to form a guest seat, which was divided into a commentator and a supervisor. The commentators are students sent by the Broadcasting Academy, and the supervisors are the teachers who are responsible for maintaining the fairness and justice of the competition.

There is also a referee, who is a teacher at the Institute of Physical Education.

The archaeological team, dressed in black jerseys, is warming up on the basketball court on the right. Pang Yuhan's number is number seven, and a white turban with a sassy bag tied on the door of his head looks extremely dazzling and eye-catching among a group of black, big, stupid, and thick archaeology boys.

From time to time, a three-step layup and a jumper outside the three-point line are chic and beautiful, causing bursts of cheers from girls outside the court.

Cheerleaders were also organized on the opposite side, and ten female members of the Xiangwu Cloud Beard Club dared to show their flesh no matter how bad their figure was. Wearing tights that only cover his chest and buttocks, he squeezed out a huge swimming ring from his belly, and no matter what others think, he waved a special dancing fan for the elderly art troupe.

When the members of the Chinese department rushed out of the locker room with the bench and shouted: "**** mother!" and "Kill Pang Yuhan's family!", the atmosphere of the audience instantly dropped to freezing point, and everyone was shocked by the students who were not like players and hooligans.

The referee blew his whistle and stepped forward to stop the crowd from going, shouting, "What are you doing?"

"Get out of the way, or I'll fight you!"

The referee's face was green, and he wanted to find a way to sneak away.

The supervising teacher hurriedly got up and shouted, "Hey, what do you want? I don't want to compete, I can directly disqualify you!"

Fortunately, Song Baojun arrived in time, clapped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I see that the location on the scene is not enough, let the students take a few benches out and sit, don't you break the law?"

Tan Qingkai and the others put the bench on the edge of the court, lined up, and everyone sat down with a big grin.

The supervising teacher was helpless, and when he saw Gu Jianfeng running in a hurry, he vented his anger on him: "Teacher Gu, how did you do it! Let the students carry the bench to the court, are you here to make trouble or fight?"

Gu Jianfeng spread his hands: "I just want them to have a seat." ”

"Remember, next time, I'll disqualify you!"

Being so troubled by them, the archaeological team, which was originally full of confidence, suddenly became a little overwhelmed, and began to feel uneasy. Some people even suspect that if it weren't for the thin boy with the hedgehog head who spoke, they would have rushed over directly and slapped the bench in their hands directly on their heads.

The Chinese cheerleaders finally came, led by Liu Xiyue, wearing tight sportswear and two colored balls in their hands. There are only eight girls, Ye Jingchun has not arrived, and there is a woman who asks for leave.

These eight people are all beauties carefully selected by Liu Xiyue, and there are classmates in the first class and the second class, and the tights are wrapped in concave and convex beautiful figures, and their youth is overflowing to the extreme.

Compared with the cheerleaders of the Xiangwu Cloud Club, on the one hand, it is almost the same as a fairy, and on the other hand, it is simply a pig's head.

Even the members of the archaeological team were staring intently at the beautiful girls who entered the stadium, and they forgot to slap the ball in their hands.

In addition, Lin Mengxian led five or six female students from the business school to cheer for the Chinese department, asking two sturdy boys to help carry two boxes of red cow drinks. Lin Mengxian was holding a paper bag, which contained a bouquet of flowers, ready to go up and offer flowers when Brother Jun scored, such a sycophant was stronger than any language. (To be continued.) )