"Locke, Add, where are you going?" Santos pinched his nose and yelled at a few of the head-hugging figures, "Hurry up and play!"

It's better than a hairy race! Locke and Eddie want to cry without tears, and now Lao Tzu is covered in, okay?

Locke and Eddie suddenly ran faster when they heard this, as if a wolf was chasing them behind their butts, and the five of them rushed all the way, and in the blink of an eye, there was no shadow, and those who didn't know thought they were really chased by dogs.

"Teacher Santos, it was done by the people of Class 6, you must avenge us~~~" A scream echoed in the sky for a long time.

The students of Class 6 were already in a state of bewilderment, and now they are even more stunned when they hear this "last words of death", we just came to see a game, so we won't pull such a big hatred, right?

The people of our sixth class sit in the audience and look at you Locke and Eddie, and they can make you fall into the dung pit?

But Locke and the others really insisted that the people of Class 6 did it, so they wouldn't jump into the dung pit and then come to wronged the people of your Class 6, right?

Santoston looked at the students of Class 6 with a gloomy face, and the students of Class 6 were silent and silent, they wanted to explain, but the problem was that they didn't know what was going on, so they didn't know where to start!

What a bald-headed operation!

But as the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy, Santos thought about it for a while, and seemed to have a little reminiscence, he felt that this matter might not be so simple, this was originally a competition between class five and class seven, and if there was any trouble, it would be the people of class seven who would make trouble, how could the students of class six be full and have nothing to do, and come over to get involved?

Thinking of this, Santos looked around at everyone present with gloomy eyes.

Morgana covered her coquettish smile and high spirits, faintly with a heroic and sassy general demeanor, and did not look like someone who would come up with such a trick.

The students of Class 5 all looked like they were in trouble, peeking at Santos one by one, because they knew that as soon as Rock and the others ran, there would be no one in Class 5 who could play for them, so they would definitely lose this ball game, and once they lost the ball game, Santos would definitely not give them good fruit to eat.

The students of Class 7 all had gloating expressions on their faces, the arrogant people were smiling, the peaceful people were smiling, and the rest of the graceful students were snickering.

On the one hand, it was Locke and Eddie's embarrassed appearance that made them breathe a bad breath, and on the other hand, they realized that the masters of the fifth class had all run away, and the situation on the field was about to turn 180 degrees!

The expressions of the students in both classes were very reasonable, and Santos couldn't help frowning, muttering in his heart, which little rabbit cub did it!

The distraught Santos casually glanced at the court, and suddenly, the lazy figure of Shen Chai came into his eyes.

At this moment, Shen Chai was already lying on the court with his head on his side with one hand, looking bored, squinting his eyes and watching the others hurry, he was stroking his palms and laughing while drinking a drink, this is not here to play at all, but to watch a movie!

And it's still a comedy, so I'm about to put a bucket of popcorn on your old man's house!

Santos stared at Shen Chai at a glance, and he couldn't wait to stare out his eyes, because this kid's painting style was incompatible with others!

Just when Santos was about to challenge Shen Chai, the referee's whistle suddenly sounded.

"Teacher Santos, if there are any players in your class on the field, if not, according to the rules of the game, I will judge that your class cannot complete the game!"

If you can't finish the game, you're losing.

"Yes, why not!" Santos said through gritted teeth, pointing to the front row of the fifth class of the audience, "You five, yes, don't look at the others as you, go on the field and continue the game!"

The five students who had just lit up the two star seal runes were instantly stunned, and they didn't know why they were lying down, and there were two junior magicians in the seventh class, okay?

"What are you doing in a daze, are you still waiting for me to give you a ride with a water prison technique!" Dickens scolded, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently.

At this moment, his idea is very simple, although the main force of the fifth class is wasted, but after all, it is already 21 points ahead, let these melon peels go up to the top, and it will not let the fifth class overtake the score! The big deal is to win a few points less.

The five students picked up the rackets on the ground with a painful face, and walked to the tennis court head-on, and they unconsciously put on a "three-two formation", which is a pure dense defensive formation, and they didn't think about the rhythm of the offense at all.

"The game is on!7 class serve!" the referee gave an order, and the magic tennis game resumed.

The cheerleaders of the fifth class all sat in the audience as if they had been struck by lightning, and some of them even closed their eyes with a painful face, they had already foreseen the scene of the second half of the game, and the picture was too beautiful to watch.

However, the audience of Class 7 was full of life, screaming non-stop as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, especially Zhao Shi, whose broken gong voice roared like a war drum, and he couldn't wait for a war cry to shake the players of Class 5 down.

Roar, I'll tell you, old iron, this "death incident" also has a share of my Lao Zhao's credit!

At this moment, there is really a beautiful picture of blood abuse on the field.

Infected by the high emotions of the classmates, Shen Chai and others also trembled with excitement, this kind of power of unity can indeed bring an exciting bonus, just like the crazy shouts of tens of millions of fans in the World Cup, it is simply unstoppable!

Shen Chai threw the ball high, poured all his strength into his right arm, and slammed the racket in his hand towards the tennis ball, with a "bang", the tennis ball flew towards the opposite court, leaving only an illusory afterimage in the air.

As soon as this ball was struck, Shen Chai was suddenly ecstatic in his heart, because he felt that he was playing extraordinarily this time, and he actually used about 70% of his own strength!

It turned out that under the infection of the hot atmosphere in the arena, Shen Chai's blood was boiling, and even the flow of magic power had accelerated a lot, so the toughness of the magic power output to the tennis racket had improved, and he could withstand more power.

A terrifying shadow passed overhead.

The students of Class 5 were stunned for a long time, they obviously saw Shen Chai serve, but why didn't they see the ball coming?

"Shh

Nima, what's the situation? The players in Class 5 suddenly looked at each other, why did they score?

"A bunch of fools!" Santos was so angry that his lungs exploded, and he immediately yelled at the players in his class: "Watch the ball with mental power!