When they arrived at the basketball court, the people from Class 2 of Bone Injury had been waiting for a long time. Their captain Wang Zhen mocked in a bad tone: "I thought you admitted your conscience and didn't dare to come."

"Sweep? In our Dictionary of Class 3 Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine, this word does not exist." Liu Zhu responded.

Wang Zhen sneered, "Oh, you're not a little breath. Don't cry if you lose later."

"That's exactly what I want to say to you."

After a simple mouth fight, the basketball game began.

The players in Class 2 of Bone Injury are all muscular and macho men with good physical fitness. Although the students in Class 3 of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine are not as physical as their opponents, their strength lies in their excellent skills and their cooperation is very skillful. In the fierce confrontation, they not only did not lose the upper hand, but also gained an advantage, allowing the score to gradually surpass the opponents.

The competition lasted for more than 20 minutes, and the second class of bone injury was already more than ten points behind. Wang Zhen's face looked very ugly. He called Xing Qiang, the strongest figure, to the front, pointed to Guo Shun, who scored the most, and whispered: "Go, let me get rid of him!"

"Okay!" Xing Qiang nodded and responded, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed straight to Guo Shun with the ball.

Guo Shun didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he opened his arms and posed in a defensive posture.

"Bang!"

The two sides collided heavily.

Xing Qiang's body was much stronger than Guo Shun, let alone he was deliberately calculating and accidentally knocked Guo Shun to the ground. At the same time, he pretended to be careless and stepped on his ankle.

"Ah—" Guo Shun screamed in pain.

"Fuck, are you playing basketball or hitting people?"

Liu led the other three players to rush up immediately, pushed Xing Qiang away, and asked angrily.

"What are you doing? Want to fight?" Wang Zhen also rushed over with his players and confronted Liu Jie and others.

Xing Qiang spread his hands and pretended to be innocent and said, "It's nothing to do with me. He blocked the foul and hurt himself. Can I blame me for it?"

"What blocking foul? Lao Guo has already stood in place before. It was obviously you who dribbled the ball and hit someone for a foul! And after the foul, you stepped on Lao Guo's ankle. This is maliciously hurting people!" Liu Yao roared angrily.

"Don't put shit in random basins. It's obviously yours, how can you rely on me? As for me stepping on him, it's because I can't hold back. In the final analysis, it's all his fault!" Xing Qiang bit himself to death and refused to admit that he did it on purpose.

Liu Zhi immediately started arguing with him.

Zhao Yuan and others also entered the stadium one after another and surrounded Guo Shun.

After checking Guo Shun's ankle, Zhao Yuan called Liu: "Boss, stop arguing with them. Send Lao Guo to the infirmary first. His ankle is swollen. I wonder if it hurts the bones."

Liu Zhi let Xing Qiang go temporarily and led the man to lift Guo Shun and was about to leave.

Wang Zhen came up and asked, "Can the ball still be played?"

"No more fight." Liu Zai responded angrily.

Wang Zhen immediately laughed at his team members and said, "Team 3 of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine has given up. Let's go, brothers, I'll be the host, please invite everyone to have midnight snack!"

"Wait, what do we mean to admit defeat?" Liu Yao turned around and questioned.

Wang Zhen smiled and said, "You don't dare to continue fighting with us anymore. What's wrong with admitting defeat?"

"We don't play because you are not playing basketball at all, but hitting people!" Liu Zhu argued with reason, but unfortunately the other party was unreasonable at all. He insisted that Xing Qiang was not intentional, and Guo Shun was hurt by his own fault. The students in Class 3 of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine were furious and wanted to fight them.

"Come on, continue to fight with them!" Guo Shun spoke at this time, "Let them know the excellence of our Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine Class 3! If you win them, you will avenge me!"

"Okay!" Liu Za responded gritting his teeth.

After finding two people, he carried Guo Shun to the infirmary, and Liu Jie began to select the players who replaced Guo Shun.

The people from Class 2 of Bone Injury sneered from the side, and Wang Zhen lowered his voice and said, "Xing Qiang, I did a good job just now. Everyone will take turns to destroy all the idiots from Class 3 of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine. Let's see if they dare to quarrel with us."

"Okay!" The players from the second class of bone injury responded one after another.

This was very quiet, but Zhao Yuan still heard it. Seeing that Wang Zhen and others were so despicable, he was furious and immediately stood up and volunteered: "Boss, let me get on!"

"You?" Liu Za was stunned. In his impression, Zhao Yuan's football skills were not very good.

"Yes, I'll do it." Zhao Yuan blinked at Liu. He knew that his football skills were not very good. He didn't play the ball, but to push him up when the opponent was messing around. He had confidence in his body. Although he was not as strong as the people in Class 2, if he had to collide like before, the person who fell would definitely not be himself!

Just kidding, he was a little chewy. Although he only had one, it was not something that Wang Zhen and others could compare!

"Okay, just you." Although Liu Tao didn't know what Zhao Yuan was going to do, he knew that his roommate and brother were not the impulsive master. He volunteered, and it must be his reason.

Soon, the game resumed.

Although Guo Shun's injury aroused the anger of the people in the third class of the Chinese and Western Medicine, it also made them feel a little afraid, especially when facing the fierce defense of the second class of bone injury, they often lose their composure because they are afraid of being injured. So within a few minutes after the game reopened, the second class of bone injury caused a climax and recovered a lot of the score.

"The third class of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine is just like this. As long as we fight seriously, they have to kneel down!" Wang Zhen laughed loudly, his tone full of mockery. Liu Zhen was very angry and planned to teach them a lesson. But after just a few steps, he was hit by the man from the second class of Bone Injury. Although the other party was convicted of a foul, he suffered a lot and suffered a lot of pain.

Zhao Yuan checked and confirmed that he was not injured. He then breathed a sigh of relief and instructed: "Give me the ball later."

During the period of playing, Zhao Yuan never encountered a ball.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Jie asked with pain.

"Tell them a lesson!" Zhao Yuan replied.

"Can you do it?" Liu Zhu asked suspiciously.

"Of course!" Zhao Yuan was full of confidence.

Liu Za nodded and after the game reopened, he really handed the ball to Zhao Yuan.

At the beginning, the people in Class 2 of Bone Injury were still a little nervous because they also heard the harsh words Zhao Yuan said, subconsciously thinking that Zhao Yuan was a master. But when they saw Zhao Yuan's clumsy dribbling skills, they immediately felt relieved.

"I thought he was a master when I heard this boy's arrogant tone, but I didn't expect that he was a rookie!"

"Even dribbling is so bad, I'm so embarrassed to brag about teaching us a lesson? I really don't know how high the world is!"

"You dare to shout at such a level? You're not afraid of embarrassment!"

Wang Zhen even smirked and rushed towards Zhao Yuan: "I want to teach us a lesson? Let me teach you a lesson first!" He grabbed the ball with a snatch, then rushed to the basket, which was a jump shot with a standard posture.

"Damn!"

A burst of exclamations and screams rang out at this time.

Wang Zhen thought that these were all for him, so he smiled proudly.

At this moment, the screams of his team members rang in his ears.

"Old care!"

"This kid is so fast!"

"Huh? What's the situation?" Wang Zhen was stunned, and then he saw a figure running quickly, jumping high, like a wall blocking him.

"Zhao Yuan? How could that happen!" Wang Zhen widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

"Bang!"

Zhao Yuan blocked the ball directly and slapped the ball away from Wang Zhen's hand. After landing, he rushed up like an arrow from the string and grabbed the ball. This time, although his posture of dribbling the ball was still awkward, it was much better than before.
Chapter completed!