Seeing this formation, Ye Qing couldn't help but shake his head, there was no suspense in this game, the time and place were favorable, and everyone was on the first side.

This Yang Chao does have the talent of a general, as soon as he appears, there will be nothing to do in the seventeenth class.

A few minutes later, the warm-up was completed and the game began.

The whole audience was cheering for Class 1 and Yang Chao, the sound was enough to shake off the entire playground, on the other hand, on the other hand, on the side of Class 17, the morale was extremely low, and Lu Xiaoya was no longer arrogant before, and her head was buried very low.

There was no suspense, in less than five minutes, the first class scored 21 points.

Class 17: 0 points.

Ten minutes later, a shift of 35 minutes.

Class 17: Still 0 points.

Maybe it's because of the last game of the third year of high school, today's students in the first class are particularly violent, they want to create a legend, in the previous games, although they will crush the opponent, but they will still give the opponent a little chance, let the opponent score a few points, but today, they don't give the seventeenth class a chance at all!

Obviously, he wanted to keep a clean sheet in Class 17.

On the field, Yang Chao and a sturdy student with a height of 1.95 meters cooperated with each other, and other students fed the two of them balls, and the two showed off their skills in various ways.

Slam dunk!

Relay in the air!

One by one, incredible movements were shown from the hands of the two of them, and the entire playground was ignited, and the atmosphere was extremely warm! Countless people cheered for Yiban and Yang Chao.

On the other hand, on the side of the seventeenth class, several athletes were sweating profusely, panting, their faces were a little red, and their morale was completely lost.

An extreme sense of humiliation surrounded them, and Luo Dong never thought that they would be clean sheets today.

This is unheard of in the history of school basketball!

It's not that they're too weak, it's that the class is too strong!

"Squad leader, why don't we just admit defeat. A few girls from class 17 said weakly, a hint of hesitation flashed on Lu Xiaoyaqiao's face, admitting defeat is indeed a good way, it is better than being humiliated.

At this moment, Meng Jiang didn't pay attention, and was directly stealed the ball from his hand by the nimble Luo Dong. Lodon had a happy look on his face and dribbled towards his own rebound.

A touch of annoyance crossed Meng Jiang's eyes, he was actually broken by this kid! Then he smiled hideously, Lao Tzu's ball is not so easy to break!

Meng Jiang is 1.95 meters tall and weighs 288, which is much stronger than Luo Dong, and his sprint speed is naturally much faster than Luo Dong.

Luo Dong dribbled the ball to the bottom of the rebound and was about to go to the basket, when suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and then a big slap came down.

"Bang", the ball flew away.

"Smack", Luo Dong's face had a clear slap print.

Meng Jiang first made a block, and then slapped Luo Dong in the face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't stop, your face is fine. Meng Jiang smiled jokingly, his slap was deliberately slapped, in order to let Luo Dong know that his ball is not so easy to break.

"I'm a mud horse!" Luo Dong spat out a mouthful of blood foam and clenched his fists angrily. The blind can see that Meng Jiang's slap was deliberately slapped.

"Boy, you dare to scold me!" Meng Jiang smiled evilly, took a leap, came to Luo Dong, and grabbed Luo Dong by the collar.

"Meng Jiang, don't do this. At this time, Yang Chao walked up and grabbed Meng Jiang.

When the students outside the court saw this scene, they were immediately excited, and they were playing basketball and fighting!

"You're in luck, boy. Meng Jiang threw Luo Dong to the ground and spat on it.

Several members of the seventeenth class stepped forward and grabbed Luo Dong, whose eyes were red.

The game is suspended.

Outside the field, several girls from Class 17 cried directly.

Ye Qing's face was not very good-looking, and there was a fire in his heart, one class, it was indeed a little too much!

"Luodon, are you alright? Lu Xiaoya handed over a glass of water and said with concern.

"It's fine. Luo Dong's face was swollen, and his body trembled with anger.

"Why don't you just admit defeat, we won't fight this game. Lu Xiaoya glanced at the road not far away, and if she continued to fight, something might happen.

After saying this, several athletes in class 17 nodded in unison, they didn't want to fight, after all, it didn't feel good to be humiliated on the field.

Luo Dong's face was full of unwillingness, but seeing that none of his classmates wanted to fight, he could only agree, just when Luo Dong was about to speak. Ye Qing walked over.

"No!" Ye Qing's voice was a little cold. Meng Jiang humiliated Luo Dong like this, even if Luo Dong could endure it, he Ye Qing couldn't bear it.

"Why can't you?" Lu Xiaoya asked angrily.

"I'm on!" Ye Qing's eyes flashed with a fine light.

"You?" Lu Xiaoya smiled disdainfully and said, "Ye Qing, have you ever touched a basketball?"

The others in Class 17 also frowned, Ye Qing had never touched basketball at all, how could he play basketball.

Ye Qing ignored everyone's eyes, he turned his head to look at Luo Dong, and said, "Do you believe me?"

Luo Dong glanced at Ye Qing, nodded heavily, and said, "Letter!"

"Okay, you rest, I'll play. Ye Qing took the ball from Luo Dong's hand, and walked onto the field in the midst of everyone's dumbfounding.

"Hey, you're back!" Lu Xiaoya stomped her feet angrily, Ye Qing played at this time, which would only increase the score and make the seventeenth class humiliated again.

The students outside the venue suddenly opened their mouths in astonishment.

Why did Luo Dong go down and change into a boy in jeans.

"Who is this man, he looks quite handsome. ”

"Haha, is Class 17 giving up on itself, why did you change to someone in jeans. ”

Many students were amazed, how could they suddenly change into a new face.

"Xinyue, isn't this your cousin?" Outside the venue, a tall girl in a short skirt suddenly spoke, and a girl with light makeup standing next to her frowned and stared at Ye Qing tightly.

The girl with light makeup is Wang Xinyue, Ye Qing's cousin.

In the first middle school of beautiful women, Wang Xinyue can also be ranked first, and the girls around her are also slender, delicate faces, and wearing famous brands, all of which are rare beauties.

Outside the venue, Wang Xinyue's girls were the most eye-catching.

"He's not my cousin. Wang Xinyue responded lightly, since the last time Ye Qing rejected her kindness, she was a little disgusted with Ye Qing.

"Giggles, Xinyue, you still have a grudge against your cousin. I think he looks quite handsome, I don't know if he has a girlfriend. The girl in the short skirt chuckled.

"It's handsome and has a fart, Xinyue, I heard that your cousin is from the countryside, and his parents are farming. A girl with earrings said disdainfully.

"Don't talk about him, it has nothing to do with me. Wang Xinyue said coldly.

"Xinyue, how can you do this, how can this handsome guy say that he is also your cousin, no accident, Yang Chao will abuse your cousin very badly in the future, don't you intercede for your cousin, let Yang Chao let him order?" Wu Qian, a girl in a short skirt, smiled.

Wang Xinyue's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and secretly scolded Ye Qing for being so ignorant, she had to come up and lose face, and now she was also involved.

"Brother Chao, the one who wears jeans is Cousin Xinyue, you abuse lightly. Hee-hee. Wu Qian shouted loudly to Yang Chao, they have a good relationship with Yang Chao, and they usually mix in a circle.

Sure enough, after Yang Chao heard this, after glancing at Ye Qing, he turned around and smiled warmly at Wu Qian, Wang Xinyue, and made an OK gesture.

"Boy, you're your cousin, okay, then I'll let you go for a while, and I'll allow you to score five points. Meng Jiang smiled arrogantly and said.

Ye Qing's eyes were cold, and he didn't speak.

For such arrogant people, he will fight back in an even more arrogant way!

Ye Qing glanced at the score, 59-0.

Class 1: 59.

Class 17: 0!

With a whistle, the game begins!