Sure enough, after the break, the players of Class 19 saw that their morale was much lower.

The performance on the field also made frequent mistakes, after the defeat of Luan Zhou, who had the most short temper; was even angry directly at his classmates, and the two almost quarreled on the field.

Everyone knows why Class 19 is suddenly like this.

"What else are you fighting? Yan Ruixing is not here, won't he be laughed at by others if he wins our class? ”

"Meng Yu, what the hell is she thinking? Knowing that Yu Zhaokang wanted to embarrass us, she still stuck it upside down? ”

"I'm really blind, how could the goddess of the Ninth Middle School in the past take such a fancy to such a thing?"

"Damn, I really suspect that Meng Yu's brain was either caught by the door, or he was tricked by Yu Zhaokang's stupidity; Otherwise, why are you so stupid? ”

……

Considering the affection of their classmates, although the students of Class 19 were discussing, they did not say anything too ugly.

But this tone is really too aggrieved.

- We don't care when you post Yu Zhaokang, why do you want to grow the morale of others and lose your own face at such a time?

Looking at the situation on the field that was gradually getting out of control, Fang Yao couldn't show it even if he was impatient in his heart.

He raised his hand to ask the PE teacher for a timeout, walked to the sidelines, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and poured it straight on his head.

- Meng Yu hasn't come back yet.

Droplets of water dripped down the ends of the hair, obscuring the edge of the eyes.

Fang Yao sneered lightly with a cold face.

It's really obedient, I guess I bought a big box, and it was difficult to go, so I got back so slowly.

At this moment, Fang Yao's heart had no intention of winning this game, he threw the bottle in his hand, and was about to end the break with the teacher in advance.

- If you lose, you lose, anyway, it was Yan Ruixing who lost face in the end.

Who made him like Meng Yu?

However, at this moment, the irritable Luan Zhou suddenly became angry for some reason, grabbed the ball and smashed it in the direction of Class 18!

The frightened crowd quickly dispersed, and saw the ball smash straight towards the people who were walking by—

Shi Qing?!

Their homeroom teacher? How is she here!

The eyes under the gold wire frame were indifferent and cold, and I saw the new head teacher who was fascinated in the background and hid a knife in her smile raised her right hand lightly, clenched it into a fist, and waved it hard!

The ball carrying the strong wind quickly flew back in the opposite direction, brushed straight past Luan Zhou's ear, and smashed to the ground with a 'bang!' 'Boom!

The stadium fell silent.

Luan Zhou stiffened his neck and looked back at the ball that was still rolling on the ground, not daring to imagine what it would be like to hit his face.

Hua Wei Shi withdrew his right hand, passed by everyone in Class 18, and slowly walked not far in front of Luan Zhou: "Play basketball, play basketball, what balloon do you play." ”

Luan Zhou came back to his senses, and suddenly his eyes were hot, and his nose was a little sore; It's like a bullied child suddenly sees his parents, and the sense of grievance comes out all of a sudden.

As soon as he wanted to say something, he saw a person slowly walking out from behind Hua Wei.

- Song Qi?

Is this guy sick? Willing to come to class?

Luan Zhou's puzzled gaze turned to Hua Wei's face, as if asking, 'What's the matter?' ’

Hua Wei, who had already become the focus of everyone, sat unceremoniously on the coach's seat of class 19, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

The slender finger bones fluttered and pointed at Song Qi, who was standing in place, and spoke calmly to Fang Yao and his party, with a cold tone: "I brought you a rescuer, you're welcome." ”

Luan Zhou: Who was polite to you, hey!

(End of chapter)