Yang Shuxia was rushing to school, and many banners promoting tonight's football match had been hung around the school.

This Gou Wenshi is very insidious! Yang Shuxia thought. These banners are definitely not hung by Zhang Ziyi or the school. Moreover, these banners are ostensibly to cheer for the No. 2 Middle School basketball team, but in fact they are to attract more students to see how they torture Zhang Ziyi.

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There really is no lower limit to human morality, Yang Shuxia sighed.

The kick-off time of the basketball game is set at 7:30 pm, which was strongly requested by Zhang Ziyi.

The time requested by Zhang Ziyi is very meaningful and has a clear purpose. The evening self-study time is from 7:00 to 9:30. The kick-off time of the football game is 7:30, and it is almost over at a little after 9:00, just in time to avoid the school time.

Zhang Ziyi set the tone for this game: no publicity, no ostentation, playing with a sullen attitude, and losing with all his strength.

All measures are taken to reduce the number of students watching the game. After all, it is a game that we will definitely lose, so we can save as much face as possible.

When Zhang Ziyi came to the gymnasium, his face turned green.

The attendance rate of the stadium with more than 1,000 seats is actually 30%. What's even more terrible is the cheerleading team. My own cheerleading team, the beauty Qing Yishui, Song Zhihui is among them.

In the past, if there were so many beauties coming to cheer him up, Zhang Ziyi would definitely be extremely high, but today Zhang Ziyi was prepared to let others do it.

"Song Meimei, if you don't go to self-study, what are you doing here?"

"Come to cheer you up." Song Zhihui said strangely, her face full of excitement, completely different from the calm and noble person in the classroom on weekdays.

The tangled expression on Zhang Ziyi's face. He had originally decided to hold high the banner of non-resistance in this competition and play the role of a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. However, so many beauties came unexpectedly, which made people feel so embarrassed and embarrassed!

"Master Zhang, why hasn't Team Zhao come yet?" The person who asked was another beauty. Except for Song Zhihui, a transfer student, the others are regular cheerleaders of the school basketball team and are very familiar with the school basketball team.

At that time, seeing that the game was about to start, and there was only Zhang Ziyi, a substitute, and three high school freshmen, someone asked.

The team she asked about, Team Zhao, is the captain and top star of the school basketball team.

"He has a cold."

"What about Vice Captain Zheng?" the question was from the vice captain of the school basketball team.

"I have a cold, too."

"Then who is who?" he asked about the other three starters.

"We all have a cold."

"Ah——" A group of beauties looked at each other in confusion. None of them came to the starting lineup. How can they hit this ball? This is not a challenge, this is looking for abuse.

A cheerleading team composed of young girls who are good at playing with the wind but not good at playing against the wind. Just a moment ago they were cheering and vying for beauty, but in the blink of an eye they were drooping like sunflowers that had been exposed to the sun for half a month without even a drop of water.

The head, sitting on the floor, withered.

Only Song Zhihui is still jumping up from time to time, waving the colored ball in her hand twice, and still greeting the girls on both sides, "Sisters, are you dancing?"

The person next to him, if Yang Shuxia was here, would definitely recognize him as Xie Xiaoling, who he rescued from Huang Mao. Xie Xiaoling raised the colored ball in her hand to her shoulder, shook it feebly, "Sister, please save it, we lose."

It’s decided.”

"You haven't fought yet? Why are you sure to lose?"

"Not one of the five main players showed up, how is it possible not to lose?" Xie Xiaoling is the main player in the cheerleading team and is very familiar with the basketball team. She still didn't say a word. When all the main players came, they all lost. This time, none of them came.

It is no longer a question of winning or losing, but a question of how much you lose.

"The main force didn't come at all?" Song Zhihui's attention was not here. I heard that he was coming tonight, why hasn't he come yet?

Song Zhihui used Xie Xiaoling to join the cheerleading team tonight, mainly because she heard that Yang Shuxia would appear. It's not that Song Zhihui has fallen in love with Yang Shuxia, but she just likes the boy-next-door feeling in him, which is plain but very real.

Song Zhihui had seen enough of the young men around her, all dressed up like peacocks. She was tired of the pride on their faces, the artificiality in their expressions, and the hypocrisy in their actions.

I wonder if he would be depressed if he lost the game tonight when he played? Song Zhihui has no intention of becoming a crazy fan. Instead, she thought it would be interesting to see Yang Shuxia in embarrassment. Who let him take advantage of me?

He also said that where I am soft, and where I am weak, I would like to call it Tan.

If Yang Shuxia were here, he would definitely say, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I always thought that although Song Zhihui looked cold on the outside, she was actually a girl who was informal, with impressive breasts and a broad mind. The embarrassment between the two of them had already begun.

It passed by, but I didn’t expect it to still be remembered here.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that tonight is my boyfriend's birthday." One of the cheerleaders suddenly said.

"Yeah, I remembered it too..."

"..."

After a while, only the thick-skinned ones, the slow-responsive ones, the ones who admired Song Zhihui, and Xie Xiaoling who stayed with Song Zhihui were left in the cheerleading team.

"Where's the main force? Why don't you see the main force?"

"You haven't seen the substitute either?"

"Who are these guys on the field?"

There was also a lot of discussion in the audience. Those who could not go to self-study to watch the game were all die-hards of the school basketball team and were very familiar with the main players. As for Zhang Ziyi, the substitutes among the substitutes really didn't have much face.

Ripe.

"How can we fight with only four people?"

"This is the rhythm of defeat. Don't you think your defeat last time was not enough?"

"This is not regaining the position, it is just continuing to make a fool of yourself."

The dissatisfaction increased, and lighters, drink bottles, etc. began to be thrown down.

Zhang Ziyi no longer knows what color to turn his face. According to the trend of public opinion, if he loses, he will go straight to the traitor team. How will he survive in school in the future?

The only good thing is that as dissatisfaction increases, many people are leaving.

Gou Wenshi wandered over and asked exaggeratedly: "Young Master Zhang, you don't think you are so powerful that you can fight us with four people, do you?"

"Shit, just mind your own business and stop meddling in other people's business."

"It's not because I'm afraid of losing. Even five people are not enough. How about I lend you a person?" Gou Wenshi's tone was as arrogant as he could be.

"Get your ass off, believe it or not, I'm going to beat you up." Zhang Ziyi's face turned livid.

Gou Wenshi succeeded in irritating Zhang Ziyi and walked back laughing, but he forgot the old saying, don't pretend to be cool, otherwise you will be struck by lightning. This is the home court of No. 2 Middle School after all. No matter how dissatisfied with the basketball team, it is still a contradiction among the people. Faced with this,

When dealing with Gou Wenshi, we still need to be consistent with the outside world.

Gou Wenshi's arrogance successfully attracted enough hatred points. Crackling, lighters, drink bottles and the like came to cover the attack.
Chapter completed!