Stadium.

Stands on the left and right.

Sitting on the left are students from Mindu No. 1 Middle School.

On the right is the one from the Elite High School.

Both sides are very different, both in terms of numbers and atmosphere.

At a glance, there was a dense crowd of people.

Voices.

The cheers and shouts rang out in one piece, and it was very lively.

Rao is now halftime time, the game has not yet started, and many people in the stands are shouting Li Zefeng's name.

Even more sang their school songs.

The school song was neat and uniform, and the singing was loud and loud, resounding throughout the arena.

Feeling it, these students of No. 1 Middle School are very excited and high-spirited.

On the talent side, the atmosphere is very depressing.

A quiet piece.

No one is talking, no one is discussing, not even the people who are talking to each other.

Disappointment!

Aggrieved!

One by one, they are as bitter as their dead parents.

Originally, there were not as many talented students as there were in No. 1 Middle School, but there were four or five hundred.

However, after the first half of the game, many people have already left the field early.

They are disappointed,

They don't see any hope of victory!

So, gone.

More and more people are leaving.

Up to now, the original four or five hundred people are only a few hundred or so.

It's just a hundred or so people here, but there are still people leaving.

"Students, listen to me, you can't leave. ”

Xia Weier saw these classmates leaving one by one and stopped them: "Students, you are leaving, so who will cheer for our talent team." ”

"Teacher Xia, you better let us go. ”

A student who was stopped said disappointedly: "We are here to cheer for the talent team, but if you look at the first half, fifty to twelve, it really disappointed us." ”

"Teacher Xia, it's useless to stay, now that our school is behind by a big score, it's basically impossible to get back into the situation, staying will only be ridiculed by the people in the other side of No. 1 Middle School, you just let us go." ”

"Students, I can understand your feelings. ”

"But, imagine if you all leave, what will you do with the people on the varsity team on the court?"

"How do you think they would feel if they saw the huge elite high school and there were not even a few supporters?"

"I know you're feeling wronged. ”

"You feel uncomfortable. ”

"But if you think about it, those students on the school team, will they feel better? They won't feel aggrieved, will they have no pressure?"

"But did they back down?"

"Did they leave?"

"They didn't flinch, they didn't leave. ”

"Rao is determined to lose, Rao is behind by a big score, and Rao knows that he will only lose if he goes on. ”

But they still insisted on competing. ”

"Why? Have you ever wondered why?"

"In their spirit, I, Xia Weier, are here to implore everyone to stay, even if they lose in the end, please stay. ”

After saying this, Xia Weier bowed deeply to the students.

"Teacher Xia is right, we can't go. ”

"Yes, we're all here to stay. ”

"Grass, what's the big deal about losing, if it's a school team competition selected by a huge talent, and there is not even a supporter, that's the real shame, that's the real joke of being on the other side. ”

"Whether you go or not, I don't care, I won't leave anyway. ”

Under Xia Weier's encouragement, the students finally stopped leaving and returned to their positions one after another.

Seeing that these students had all gone back, Xia Weier breathed a sigh of relief.

And on the rostrum.

Both principals are here.

"Hahaha, Old Tang, yesterday I suggested postponing the game, and you are in favor of playing normally, or are you right? ”

Principal Wang of No. 1 Middle School is now smiling from ear to ear: "Have you seen it, the students of my No. 1 Middle School are all very excited now, it seems that as soon as this ball game is over, the resentment brought by Chen Hao at the school sports meeting should be completely eliminated." ”

"You're out of breath, look at my brilliant students. ”

Tang Jianguo was depressed.

Originally, he agreed with the game, but also considering that Yingcai would lose to Yizhong.

Let No. 1 Middle School pull back a game, and the two schools will be considered a draw.

Unexpectedly, No. 1 Middle School was too faceless.

It's so much ahead.

If you only win a few points, then even if Yingcai loses, it will not be too ugly, and Yingcai's students will naturally not have resentment, because winning and losing are normal. At the same time, the anger of a middle school student disappeared because he won a game.

It's the best of both worlds.

But, Nima!

Only half time later, Yizhong won more than 30 points, close to 40 points.

Isn't this a clear slap in the face of the talent?

"Lao Wang, after this game, my talented people will start to hate you. Tang Jianguo sighed.

"Hate, hate...... Hey. ”

Looking at Principal Wang's smug face, Tang Jianguo couldn't wait to kick him down, it was so unrighteous that he was so angry.

Soon, the game will begin.

Players from both teams entered the pitch one after another.

LI Zefeng;

LI Zefeng;

LI Zefeng;

As soon as Li Zefeng walked into the arena, the side of No. 1 Middle School immediately cheered and shouted, and it could be seen that this guy's prestige in No. 1 Middle School was very high.

Feeling the passionate voice in the stands opposite, Li Zefeng deliberately waved his hand over there, and pretended to send out several flying kisses.

His action immediately made his nymphomaniac admirers scream.

Li Zefeng: I love you!

Li Zefeng, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice.

Li Zefeng, come on.

After entering the first middle school, it is the Yingcai Middle School.

Suddenly, an overwhelming boo came.

"Talent, go back!"

"Don't come out of the talented, it's embarrassing!"

"Your skills are really bad!"

Along with the boos, there were countless insults.

Well?

Is that?

At this time, when the last player of Yingcai Middle School walked into the field, almost everyone who saw him was stunned for a moment.

Look, it's Chen Hao, Chen Hao is here.

The one who wore the No. 29 jersey was Chen Hao.

Chen Hao?

How did he get here?

Xia Weier's beautiful eyes were wide open, and her face was full of surprise.

And the two principals on the rostrum, after seeing Chen Hao appear, stood up suddenly.

After a long time, Principal Wang said leisurely: "Old Tang, how do I feel, something big is going to happen." ”

Tang Jianguo also nodded: I also feel this way, as long as this guy goes, something will definitely happen there.

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