Lore! It's actually a lore! The ball went in, the time ran out, and the whole seven seconds were just right.

Zhang Shao and the others all flocked to Yan Yixuan, lifted him high, and kept shouting, cheering, and screaming. The scene was very hot.

Wang Xi'er was also very happy in her heart, watching Yan Yixuan being thrown into the sky again and again, she felt full of pride.

No one thought that the guitar class would finally advance to the top four with Yan Yixuan's lore.

Yan Yixuan really couldn't stand these people, he felt like a protected animal from the zoo, everyone circled around him, and threw him around in the air, he was really fed up!

After Yan Yixuan shouted for most of the day, the gang finally put him down. Yan Yixuan quickly walked through the crowd and arrived in front of the stupid big man. "You know what? I've always had something I want to say to you. ”

"What? To show off? You've won and you're dishonored. The stupid big man said disdainfully.

"Come here, I'll get you something." Yan Yixuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. Just let him come over.

'What's that?' The stupid big man approached Yan Yixuan suspiciously and asked. "Fist!" As soon as Yan Yixuan finished speaking, he hit the stupid big man's ass with a fist, and ran away. He'd wanted to punch this guy for a long time, didn't he say he was despicable? Then be despicable to him.

The stupid big man looked at Yan Yixuan, who had run away, and suddenly became angry, stepped on a piece of grass fiercely, and scolded secretly: "Despicable! ”

Yan Yixuan ran all the way back to his teammates, he was in a good mood, the mountain of the third class of hip-hop dance was finally crossed, and he didn't know who he was fighting against at the next stop, Yan Yixuan was a little worried, if he went to the first class of hip-hop, it would be fucked.

Yan Yixuan's worries were completely unnecessary, and after he came back, Zhang Shao told him a very exciting news that the first class of hip-hop was actually destroyed by the second class of guitar.

This made Yan Yixuan's little heart almost insufficient, the second class of the guitar was so hanging? Or are all the boys who can play basketball this year put in the guitar class? He thought about it and felt that he had thought too much, and when he looked at the guitar class, he knew that the boy who could play ball didn't let it go at all!

Nine o'clock in the evening!

In a mansion that can be called the imperial capital of the world, Li Weiming is lying on the bed, with plaster and straps wrapped under his feet!

"Young master, you asked the old slave to inquire about the news." An old man who looked like a butler walked in and said.

Li Weiming sat up immediately after hearing this: "Let's talk about it." ”

"Your guitar class has entered the top four with a three-point shot called Yan Yixuan." The old man said honestly.

"Got to the Final Four?" Li Weiming was taken aback! Yan Yixuan's girl is actually so strong?

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Young master, rest assured, with our Li family's status in Celebrity City, this little thing will not be mistaken." The housekeeper thought that Li Weiming was worried about his class, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Damn!" Li Weiming couldn't help but scold angrily, and the wound was a little painful.

"It seems that I have to hurry back before the finals, otherwise the squad leader of the first guitar class may let Yan Yixuan sit down." Li Weiming was secretly scheming in his heart.

Although he doesn't care about the position of squad leader at all, he likes the feeling of being the boss very much, and he feels this way when he is the squad leader, cool!

Besides, Wang Xi'er hasn't caught up yet, how can Li Weiming give up the position of squad leader, without the position of squad leader, it is even more impossible for him to contact Wang Xi'er.

Early the next morning, Yan Yixuan went to have breakfast with a few roommates, which was one of the few times in the 301 dormitory to have breakfast together, which was rare.

Yan Yixuan still ordered his favorite soy milk and xiaolongbao, Zhang Shao and Jiang Ranran, and Yang Wen all ordered milk and hamburgers.

"Yixuan, I heard that our class won the top four." Jiang Ranran asked with interest while eating a hamburger.

"Well, it's the top four." Yan Yixuan nodded.

"What else do you say, you dead woman, don't come to cheer us on." Zhang Shao looked at Jiang Ranran, whose whole face was covered with powder, with dissatisfaction.

"It's said that something is going on at home!" Jiang Ranran glared at Zhang Shao dissatisfiedly, except for sleeping in class these days, everyone else was basically at home.

"What's the matter? Isn't it anything economics teaching. Yang Wen asked without raising his head.

"How do you know?" Jiang Ranran sighed helplessly.

"My old man doesn't know what's wrong, he has to let his family take some economic management class, or he won't let me come to school, and people don't know what is going on."

"Isn't that a good thing? I can help your dad do things in the future, Jiang Dong. Yan Yixuan smiled.

"Don't tease people, it's not that you don't know what people don't like about management and business." Jiang Ranran was a little helpless.

Yan Yixuan glared at him, smiled, thought about it and asked Yang Wendao, who was drinking milk, "How are you and Youyou?" “

Yang Wen raised his head, lowered it again, took a bite of the hamburger, and then said, "It's okay, she has been busy with the basketball game of the second guitar class recently, serving tea and water." ”

"Oh." Yan Yixuan replied lightly, he didn't ask much, Yang Wen hadn't completely eliminated his opinions on him, and asking more questions at this time would only be counterproductive.

Just when a few people were chatting, a group of uninvited guests arrived.

"Hi, buddy, I heard that you play very well, and you even kill." A boy with oily hair and big ears sat next to Yan Yixuan and said provocatively.

Several of his companions also sat down nearby, staring at Yan Yixuan tightly.

Yan Yixuan continued to drink soy milk without changing his face, completely ignoring the "fat pig" in front of him!

Seeing that Yan Yixuan ignored him, the "fat pig" immediately felt very faceless, but he couldn't beat him, after all, this is the school, and the four people opposite, they are also four people, and they may not win the fight, especially Zhang Shao, who seems to make the fat pig afraid.

Although Zhang Shao wears glasses, no matter how she looks at it, she feels like a bandit.

"If you don't speak, it's a mute, but the opponent in the afternoon is us, and if you don't respect the opponent, you will die a miserable death." The fat pig said, and made a stylish movement to wipe his neck. He left with a few people.

"What an appetite!" Jiang Ranran took out a tissue and wiped his hands in disgust.

"Yes, there's no need to worry about a pig." Yan Yixuan said lightly, the soy milk in his hand was still hot.

"Yixuan, who are they?"

"Bass Band, the opponent of our guitar class in the afternoon, is also one of the top four." Yan Yixuan said lightly, as if he didn't take the opponent in his eyes at all.

"Yixuan, I heard that these people are playing dirty, we must be careful." Zhang Shao said with some concern. "Don't worry, they dare to come to Yin, I promise to let them lose badly." Yan Yixuan sneered.

(It's going to be a gangster team.) Comrades, recommend votes, straw kneeling begging. The finals are just around the corner. ）