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Four hundred and eighty-two Hong Yulan's Jedi counterattack

Of course they didn’t come to receive the award, or the superiors didn’t arrange an award ceremony for them at all.

It was just a matter of handing out the trophies, but the 19-year-old principal suddenly appeared, startling Wei Jiahuang and the others.

I don’t remember much about what happened after that, but I vaguely remember that Uncle Cen brought a big sack to hold the money. Now that I think about it, it’s probably not as much as what my senior brother later received from selling a game of ball.

I still remember what the principal said at that time. Because Uncle Cen must split the accounts with the principal, and mentioned all the things 283746, the principal said: "Participating in the Meng Ya Cup has been your own willful behavior from the beginning.

.Except for the school authorities lending you a shell, no one at the school has done anything. Whenever we interact with each other, we either wear small shoes or make sarcastic remarks. Even if we lend you a shell in the end, we are not at ease and are ready to laugh at you at any time. Now you win.

, this is what you and your partners deserve, the school can take advantage of it, and I wish you all smooth sailing in your career and continue to add glory to your alma mater, but we will never share any of your hard-earned money."

When I came out of the stadium, I saw all the parents gathered together outside the sports center. The scene seemed like outside the examination room after the college entrance examination. But as a parent of these pigs, the college entrance examination is actually not something to worry about. Compared with the written examination,

, how many points can be gained by playing football or what special enrollment channels can be expanded are more decisive. But now, although they are worried about their children, they dare not take the initiative to approach them. They are afraid of doing bad things with good intentions, and they will rub salt into the spiritual wounds of young people being destroyed by strong men.

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We are all parents, with different fates.

Some people are witnessing every minute and every second of the game on the court, and some people can only think about every minute and every second of the game on the outside. Some people have chairs throughout the court but stand up from time to time.

Many people remained standing for a long time until the end of the game. Some couldn't help but put newspaper mats on the ground to count as seats. Everyone inside had their own agenda, and everyone was in a life-and-death competitive relationship. People outside chatted with each other.

They were chatting about their children and their interactions, laughing and passing the time. People inside never thought about losing, and people outside never thought about winning.

The parents of No. 19 Middle School waited for a long time for no other reason than to send warm comfort as soon as they figured it out. Being able to reach the finals of this wealthy competition is enough to make them proud. They all know who the opponent is, and their children have a chance of winning.

It won’t be higher than his score of more than 600 in the written examination of the college entrance examination.

Of course, the most important thing is to see the child return safely. Safety is a blessing. Although I think a game with a huge disparity between strong and weak should be safe, but in football, bumps and bumps are inevitable, especially in the finals of such a high-profile game.

Hearing the noise, the people sitting in the newspaper also stood up and waited eagerly for the children who they thought were delayed by the award ceremony. When they saw someone limping, the parents immediately clicked and heard the children.

Shout: "We win!"

It was like hearing these sluts say that their college entrance examination score was over 600. Everyone didn't believe it. They quickly went to ask for help from Uncle Cen who was surrounded by the core.

"Yes, we won."

Everyone seemed to be surprised when they heard that the Brazilian team defeated the Chinese team - table tennis.

The principal smiled, completed the subject and repeated it: "We won in 19."

Double authoritative certification, parents are going crazy. They know that it is not just as simple as scoring more than 600 points in the college entrance examination, but the children directly win the future with their own feet. They are as ecstatic as Fan Jin passed the exam, and they found the target and enthusiastically embraced it, and they were crazy.

It has the warmth of family affection.

The one who was limping just now was Jia Fu. Although he was injured in the waist and abdomen, the sprain of his supporting foot when he fell was the key to his inability to continue.

I still remember Jia Fu pushing away Coach Dong's human crutches and screaming in pain while jumping up and down, which turned into a hysterical roar. In the severe pain, he held his old mother in his arms and stood firm.

Uncle Cen was right there, dividing the money in front of the security guards of the stadium not far away: "Everyone's hard work has earned a total of Y million. The principal is upright and upright, and he doesn't take a penny. So let's follow my Cen Fu's rules. There are no coaches here.

The distribution of players and main substitutes. In my opinion, everyone has made average efforts and contributions! So when they were messing around just now, I had already counted the money clearly. Y divided by 25, which is exactly Z.

One bundle per person, exactly Z million, if there is no objection, everyone will count it in person!"

In the past so many years, although the memories were mostly bitter, Wei Jiahuang couldn't help but think, Uncle Cen is such a wonderful person!

At least it was happy at the time - bliss, nothing but happiness was happiness. When people were trapped in happiness, they couldn't distinguish north from south, west from east, east from west, men from gods and goddesses - even Hong Yulan was thrown to the island of Java by them.

No one can remember how they broke up later.

But young Wei Jiahuang still has something hidden in his heart - an appointment at the school gate at seven o'clock!

At this moment when his mentality is rapidly expanding, even if he has low self-esteem, he can't help but think of a possibility: Will he embrace a beautiful woman tonight?

Now, Wei Jiahuang could see, the distant figure of the skinny old man and his equally skinny old parents.

That she was only watching from a distance, never taking a step forward, and that faint sigh, as someone who had experienced it, Wei Jiahuang could still hear the underlying anger and unwillingness.

Young Wei Jiahuang and his old parents finally disappeared.

Dongwuquan came into her sight.

"Do you know the result?"

Hong Yulan sneered: "Which result?"

Although Dong Wuquan knew what the little lord was capable of, he was still completely shocked: "What other result do you know?"

"The Fierce Tooth Cup was sentenced to death just now and has been killed by them."

Hearing that a girl was being killed one by one in broad daylight, Dongwuquan was shocked: "The trophy that Niu Anzhou sent just now——"

"It's just an urn. The poor honest man who was fooled still kept him as a sacred object."

Dong Wuquan was still a little unbelievable: "How can those three people make the decision on such a big matter? This is not about the seven-year plan -"

"Hui Xiaosen came just now."

Dong Wuquan felt like he was struck by lightning and couldn't think at all, so he said: "Hui... Hui Xiaosen..."

"Come and go."

Hong Yulan didn't know why he was exhausted mentally and physically, so he feebly gave an order to Dongwuquan: "Let your people check, what is the attitude of the superiors after Hui Xiaosen just explained to them?"

After all, I don’t want to give up.

Hong Yulan thought that if others were the key element, they would be his own weakness and he would need to mobilize his troops.

Uncle Cen is familiar with the competition of football. The game of human beings can also be regarded as a more complex and dark competition. I have to have an expert like Uncle Cen. Dongwuquan has always played this role. In other words, it has always been 19

The Chinese National Team is a competitive team. Uncle Cen is leading the charge in the open, but Hong Yulan is laying out the plans through Dongwuquan in the shadows.

As the core of the team's execution strength, Cen Dong and Cen Dong saw each other's working ability for the first time today. Dong Wuquan didn't believe that Uncle Cen's training results could survive the critical attack at the opening, Uncle Cen

I also can’t believe that the information Dongwuquan selectively provides can be so accurate.

The actual progress surprised both men.

Uncle Cen's dangerous team actually survived halftime, subverting Dongwuquan's immature but prejudiced understanding of football. And Uncle Cen guessed the six thunderbolts based on the videos screened by Dongwuquan.

, all of them exploded.

Tong Guo and Yan Guo thought their opponents were just a bunch of U17 kids, so they lost miserably.

Now it's her turn. If she, Hong Yulan, thinks that her opponent is just a bunch of "big brothers" with big ambitions and weak talents, coaches who are like teammates, and a trio of evil referees, she and the 19th National High School Team that bet their lives will also lose badly.

awful.

Uncle Cen's mission has been completed, and it couldn't be done more perfectly.

It was her turn to be on the main battlefield with Dongwuquan. Although she was now weak, she did not want to ruin the good situation created by Uncle Cen even with all her life.

This is Dongwuquan's stage. It's time for him to actually make a difference instead of just playing the drums.

Dongwuquan's execution ability is very strong. In front of the lord, the tasks are assigned immediately.

Visually, it was Hong Yuanyi's car, and the two of them were waiting to close the line. The driver of the Hong family had already evaded the car, and the front seat was empty.
Chapter completed!
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