Chapter Seventy-Two: You'll Be Killed... (The third more recommendation vote)

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

The judges shouted loudly on the stage: "It's time for the players of both sides to rest, please invite the players of both sides to enter the field!" ”

Under the voice of the judges.

The first class of economics and the eighth class of economics were played separately.

When everyone saw Meng Feng on the field, they immediately attracted cheers from the women.

Because of the basketball skills of the whole economic class.

They are all supported by Meng Feng, and the other members are just grabbing guns and passing the ball.

However, everyone's attention to the eighth class of economics is also very high, not because there are any capable people in the eighth class of economics, but because everyone knows that the eighth class of economics is not suitable for playing basketball.

They are all petite people who are not suitable for basketball at all.

So everyone wants to see what kind of goods can come out of the eighth class of economics, what kind of goods can be sent to play, and then what kind of abuse will be made.

In general, everyone just wants to see how the eighth class of economics is disgraced.

"Here, the people of Class 8 are on the field!"

After the audience on the stage saw the eighth class on the stage, they looked over with curiosity one by one.

"I'm going, is this here to be funny in the eighth class of economics?"

"Haha, this must be funny!"

After everyone saw the lineup of the eighth class of economics, they couldn't help laughing one by one.

Everybody was skinny, even if there was a tall one, it was the skinny kind of thing.

This kind of thin lineup plays basketball with people who are tall and big, and it is also playing with Meng Feng's team, this is simply coming up to die!

Of all the people present, none of them could afford to look down on the eighth class of the economy, after all, the strength of the squad was there.

And the people in the eighth class of economics are like frosted eggplants, and the whole person looks disheartened, where does this seem to be fighting.

Lu Jiali looked at everyone with a look of discouragement, and said to everyone encouragingly: "Wooden, Yang Fei... Come on, show your spirit, even if you lose, we have to look like we are losing, just as a simple warm-up game! ”

When everyone heard Lu Jiali's words, they were lazy and unfocused, no matter how much they motivated them, they were not in the mood to fight, in their opinion, they came up to have fun with the economic class.

Cheer them up, how do they go to cheer up.

Wooden said helplessly: "Squad leader, let's do our best, I just hope we don't lose too badly!" ”

Lu Jiali nodded slightly, she also knew that no matter how much she was motivated, there was no way to make them mention their combat effectiveness, she was now a little guilty in her heart, would it be too much to let them go on like this?

But now the arrow is on the bow and has to be fired.

If you abstain now, it will not only make Class 8 lose face, but also make the five contestants lose face, and if you abstain before you fight, this is even more humiliating than abstaining from the audience, because others already know that you are on the field and recognize you clearly.

"Please come on the pitch and stand in the right position!"

Again, the judges said.

The people in the first class of economics walked quickly to the field, while the people in Wooden walked slowly.

A man in the first class of economics said mockingly to the people of Wooden: "Just a few of you, I advise you to surrender quickly, don't be beaten 0-100 by us, then you will be disgraced!" ”

Wooden also wanted to surrender in his heart, but they didn't have the courage, not only the pressure given to them by the squad leader Lu Jiali, but also the pressure from everyone present, if they surrendered now, wouldn't it be even more humiliating?

A few people knew that they were not the opponents of the first economic class, so they didn't bother to take care of the economic class, so as not to be ridiculed even more.

However, if they don't speak, the people in the economic class will still ripen and ridicule them even more.

Another burly man said, "By the way, Meng Feng, let's shoot three-pointers in a while, lest people say that we are bullying them!" ”

Three-point shots, you must shoot outside the three-point line, the three-point line is far away from the basket, and the difficulty is relatively high.

Meng Feng had no interest in mocking these shrimps, and in his heart now, he mainly wanted to seek revenge from Lin Tianyao.

"Okay!"

Then he looked at Wooden and said, "Isn't there another Lin Tianyao in your class?" Others are tall, why don't they represent your class? ”

Before Wooden could speak, another man in the first class of economics took over and said with a mocking smile: "Meng Feng, do you still need to talk about this?" I must have been scared and found a place where no one was around! ”

"Yes, with our Meng Feng present, he Lin Tianyao must have escaped!"

"Haha!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Hearing the belittling of Lin Tianyao, Meng Feng's face became much more excited.

Especially when he heard the sycophants of the last few sentences, he felt that his whole person was about to go to heaven, and he suddenly became a lot more angry.

Since the last time he was punched away by Lin Tianyao, he felt that he had been deeply insulted, and he felt that Lin Tianyao had become his own demon, especially now, when he faced Han Siya, he felt very embarrassed.

Therefore, he really wanted to defeat Lin Tianyao, no matter which aspect it was.

But Lin Tianyao didn't come, which made him very disappointed.

At this time, the referee took the ball and slowly walked over.

Meng Feng looked at the people of the eighth class of economics, put on a master's demeanor, and said with a look of contempt: "A few of you, give you one last chance, surrender now, you can lose a little face, otherwise, don't blame us for not giving you face for a while!" ”

"Yes, don't blame us for not giving you face, don't blame us for not touching the ball!"

"Playing with you is like playing with a little brother in kindergarten!"

The people in the first class of economics sang and talked in harmony.

Wooden and the others were insulted again and again, and their faces changed.

Although they are not materials for playing basketball, they also have self-esteem, and they can be admitted to Binh Duong University, which can be regarded as having two brushes, but now they are being lowered like this, and they feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although Wooden was small, he was relatively temperamental, looked at Meng Feng, and shouted: "It's amazing to play basketball!" Why were you still beaten away by Lin Tianyao's punch? ”

This incident was originally Meng Feng's scar, but now that Wooden uncovered his scar like this, he instantly became blushing and his neck was thick.

"Boy, what do you say!"

Meng Feng's eyes glared at Wooden, his face was ugly, and he walked up quickly.

His fists were clenched, and he looked like he was going to hit someone.

Meng Feng was relatively big, while Wu Deng was much smaller, and when he saw Meng Feng walking towards him, he was instantly scared, he didn't think that he could beat Meng Feng.

"Meng Feng! Don't be impulsive! The person beside Meng Feng immediately grabbed him.

"If you beat him in public now, your studies will be over!" The others hurriedly persuaded.

Although the judges and judges couldn't hear the words, they also felt that something was wrong.

hurriedly shouted, "Classmate, what are you doing?" ”