Wang Zizai, the dean of the School of Chemical Engineering, heard He Jian's report, if there is such a regulation, this "cheap" School of Chemical Engineering has to occupy it if it wants to, and it has to be occupied if it does not want to be occupied.

Five minutes after the start of the second half of the game, the entire Faculty of Liberal Arts boiled again, although Guo Bishu was not on the field, and even Xuanyuan Lei did not play, but the overall football of the Faculty of Liberal Arts made the School of Chemical Engineering miserable, and the Faculty of Liberal Arts was not the opponent of the School of Chemical Engineering in terms of personal strength, but in the first five minutes, the situation was different from what most people thought, and the Faculty of Liberal Arts actually pressed the School of Chemical Engineering to kick.

"Faculty of Letters, come on, Faculty of Letters, come on!" shouted the student of Faculty of Letters.

Dumbfounded, the players of the School of Chemical Engineering were dumbfounded, the audience of the School of Chemical Engineering was dumbfounded, the other colleges were dumbfounded playing soy sauce, and Chen Tiezui, who originally saw that Guo Bishu was not on the field and wanted to shout the word conspiracy, was also dumbfounded.

"Qin Chu, catch the ball!" Hong Shaoqiang had already reached the midfield, and after passing a player from the School of Chemical Engineering, he directly lifted the ball, and the two forwards of the College of Arts ran towards the landing point of the football at high speed.

"School of Chemical Engineering, wake up, even if you are the top three in the last three-ball football, even if Boss Guo Bishu is not on the field, we will let you see the strength of our College of Letters!" The voice of the freshman of the College of Letters named Qin Chu fell, and under the attack of the two players of the School of Chemical Engineering, he jumped up, and then shot with a barb.

"Nine to zero, seven minutes into the second half, the Faculty of Arts scored another goal, and now the score is 9 to 0!" Chen Tiezui no longer has a trivial explanation, he is very clear about the power of the Faculty of Letters, and even in the second half of the game, he also saw it very clearly, the eleven people of the Faculty of Liberal Arts are very united, they are not happy to win the ball, they are not sad to lose the goal, and the unity of the Faculty of Liberal Arts makes them go to the next city.

"Students, I am proud of you today!" At the back of the audience of the Faculty of Letters, an old man with a straw hat suddenly stood up, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said loudly, who would this person be if this person is not Chen Changqing, the Faculty of Liberal Arts boasted of Haikou and vowed to win the three crowns, even Chen Changqing, who had already pressed all the coffins, was actually a gamble again, but this time, no matter whether he won or lost, this football game alone had already satisfied him, the united Faculty of Letters, the terrible Faculty of Letters.

"He Jian, it's a few to a few now, as long as this game can be won, don't let the School of Liberal Arts lose too ugly, after all, we have taken a big advantage!"

"Goal, finally goal!" A student from the School of Chemical Engineering couldn't help shouting loudly, the School of Chemical Engineering was almost frantically scrambling, and finally seized a loophole in the School of Letters to score, and the students of the School of Chemical Engineering who were originally going to watch the School of Chemical Engineering "slaughter" the School of Letters suddenly felt that it was a blessing that they could score a goal.

"Academy, dean, the current score is nine to one!" He Jian said in a low voice.

"How can this be, don't you say, don't let the Faculty of Letters lose。。。。。。 The dean of the School of Chemical Engineering said that the loss was too ugly and he hadn't said it, and he suddenly seemed to understand, the first half was eight to one, which was originally the lead of the College of Liberal Arts, but now it is nine to one, but the two sides scored one goal each, and the School of Chemical Engineering is still behind by a big score.

"Didn't the guy who scored eight goals in the first half not play, didn't he play, didn't he have that guy, and the strength of the College of Liberal Arts could already be tied with our School of Chemical Engineering? He Jian, I'm outside the gymnasium now, you come out and bring me in!" said loudly in the courtyard of the School of Chemical Engineering.

He Jian sweated profusely and squeezed out of the audience, and then saw the dean of the School of Chemical Engineering at the entrance of the gymnasium, the old man was wearing linen clothes, and several security guards were stunned and did not let him in.

"This is Dean Wang of the School of Chemical Engineering, are you all blind!" He Jian shouted loudly, Wang Zizai didn't give He Jian face, and walked into the court without saying much, at this time the game had finished the regular ninety minutes, not three minutes and it would be over immediately, the score was still nine to one, Wang Zizai looked at the score with a black line.

"Goals, goals, goals, the Faculty of Liberal Arts relied on their near-perfect teamwork, they used their hard work to scramble for the Faculty of Liberal Arts to score another goal, the game ended, the score was 10-1, congratulations to the Faculty of Liberal Arts, thank you both sides for giving us such a wonderful game. Chen Tiezui said loudly, the game is over, the Faculty of Arts cheered, a hearty victory, the game is over, Guo Bishu also returned to the players' rest area of the Faculty of Liberal Arts from the outside, and then was thrown up by the students of the Faculty of Letters, and threw it into the air.

"It turns out that life in the world is so cool, it feels so comfortable!" Guo Bishu said secretly in his heart, and a force of merit actually entered his body, which made Guo Bishu feel a little surprised.

"He Jian, this is what you told me about the Jedi counterattack, okay, it's great!" Wang Zizai said loudly with a black line on his face, "Ten to one, since the establishment of the School of Chemical Engineering, we have participated in many football competitions of all sizes, we have lost, but we have never lost so humiliatingly!"

Many students of the School of Chemical Engineering also recognized Wang Zizai, they drooped their heads and did not dare to raise their heads, and walked out of the gymnasium step by step.

"Brothers, today's game is a victory for you, and I believe that we can win it one by one until we win the first football league championship of the Faculty of Letters. Guo Bishu said loudly, many people listened to Guo Bishu's words, shed tears, the first half of the eight to zero, the second half of the two to one, but they know in their hearts that if there is no eight to 0 in the first half, it is difficult for them to win this game, in the final analysis, this game is a victory that belongs to Guo Bishu, but this is also a victory that belongs to the College of Letters, because Guo Bishu is a member of the College of Letters.

"I am a student of the Faculty of Letters, a senior in college, and the Faculty of Liberal Arts has made a lot of glorious history, but these histories have never had anything in sports, but today, in the largest stadium of Imperial Capital University, we have a hearty football game that can go down in the history of the Faculty of Letters. From today onwards, I will not miss any of the three-ball games, I will follow the younger students step by step through this three-ball competition, and watch them win the first treble in the history of the Faculty of Letters!" A student of the Faculty of Liberal Arts published a long post on the forum, if it had been placed in the past, there would have been a lot of trolls spraying him, but not today, because today is indeed a day for the Faculty of Letters.

The first win of the Faculty of Arts and Humanities occupied the headlines of the forum, the basketball game of the College of Agriculture was a one-point defeat of the School of Physical Education, and the School of Physical Education broke out another upset in the three-ball competition, the School of Medicine and the School of Economics and Management won the School of Information 3-0 in the volleyball and art schools, and the School of Economics and Management won the football game 3-0 in the School of Information, but all the light was bleak in the comparison of the Faculty of Letters.

The second more! The brother who has a recommendation ticket is troublesome to give Lao Jiu a few!

(End of chapter)