Li Wenyong was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Although Li Wenjun was telling the truth, everyone could see it at a glance.
However, Li Wenjun directly gave up his qualification to participate, which made Li Wenyong feel a bit hurtful to his self-esteem.
Deputy Mine Manager Guo added: "And he personally contributed 10 yuan as a reward to the comrades in the underground team to celebrate. I also wish you a championship in the provincial mining basketball game."
The difference between the prize money for the champion and the runner-up is only ten yuan, which means that the rewards of the two teams are equalized. Except for the different colors of the cups, they are exactly the same.
"Where is this guy?" Li Wenyong felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and was even a little angry.
Why is it all decided by this bastard alone? He is the older one, he is the older brother, right?
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Deputy Mine Manager Guo went to present an award to Zhang Aihua.
Zhang Aihua's chubby face smiled like the Maitreya Buddha, and he secretly sighed in his heart: God is open to me, after being suppressed by the underground team for so many years, I finally gained some authority.
As soon as Deputy Mine Manager Guo walked away, his smile immediately condensed on his face.
There was a circle of people with cold expressions surrounding them, like evil ghosts coming out of the underworld to beg for their lives.
It's Li Wenyong and his teammates.
Others in the maintenance workshop were busy working in the outer circle but could not break in.
Zhang Aihua hugged the trophy tightly and shrank back: "What? You are not convinced after losing. What are you going to do? Take the trophy back? All reactionaries are paper tigers. I am not afraid of you."
Li Wen smiled bravely: "What, if I lose the game, I will become a reactionary?"
Zhang Aihua wanted to throw the trophy out and let his teammates outside catch it.
But the average height of the members of the underground team was more than ten centimeters taller than him. The trophy was thrown into the air and someone reached out to catch it.
Black No. 3 grinned sinisterly.
Zhang Aihua became more and more angry and frightened, and stammered: "I, I, I tell you, don't be arrogant. As soon as the military commander comes back from the hospital, he will come to settle the score with you."
The people in the underground team exchanged looks of realization and nodded to each other: "Oh, hospital."
"It turns out this kid is hiding in the hospital."
They asked around just now, and everyone stayed away and said they didn't know.
Black No. 3 also said: "Tsk, this guy definitely has a guilty conscience."'
Now thinking about the scared expressions of those people, maybe they were too fierce and vicious, and everyone thought they were going to retaliate against Li Wenjun and start a group fight, so they stayed away.
Li Wenyong pursed his lips and said after a while: "Go back and review whether our style is too arrogant."
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Li Wenjun's wound had actually collapsed a long time ago, and he felt excruciating pain in his ribs, and several of their team members had failed, so they decided to go to the emergency room together.
The emergency doctor raised his eyebrows: "Oh, so many at once. Did you just finish a group fight?"
Li Wenjun smiled bitterly: "It's not a group fight. We were just beaten. We didn't fight back. We don't have the strength."
The emergency doctor sighed: "Oh, the underground team is too strong. You are wise not to fight back, otherwise you will be beaten even worse."
Li Wenjun couldn't laugh or cry: "That's right."
If the Jingxia team hadn't been merciful, they probably wouldn't have been able to get five players to play in the second half.
The emergency doctor stretched out his hand: "Here, whoever is most seriously injured will come first."
The one who fainted is now awake, and the doctor asked him to do an X-ray to see if there was any intracranial damage.
The doctor then cleaned Zheng Yuehua's wound and said it was just a skin injury and no bones were injured.
Others were just scratches and bruises, all considered minor injuries.
So after a final inspection, Li Wenjun was the most seriously injured.
The sutures on the arm fell apart.
It was okay just now, but now the blood has soaked the gauze.
Li Wenjun said his ribs hurt a lot.
The doctor touched it and said, "The ribs are not broken. It's fine. It's just bruised. It'll be fine in a few days. If you're worried, go get an X-ray."
Li Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief: "But it hurts so much, it's not as simple as a bruise."
Come on, that Black No. 3 is really like a black bear, too strong.
It was Black No. 3 who scratched his face last year, and it was Black No. 3 who elbowed him this year.
It would be really frustrating not to give him a good beating.
The doctor laughed: "Did you suddenly do something you don't usually do, and then exceeded the body's limit, so you strained and breathed. It will hurt for a few days. I will prescribe you some safflower oil, and you can apply more heat."
If you apply some medicated oil, you will get better faster."
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Li Wenjun and others came out of the emergency room and found Li Wenyong and others standing outside the door.
The black team didn't even change their uniforms. They were standing in the dark corridor of the hospital. It was so dark that they looked like ghosts seeking their lives. It was quite eye-catching.
Zheng Yuehua was furious and shouted bluffingly: "Do you want to fight? Come on, we are not afraid."
He knew that he was wrong to stop Li Wenyong just now. Li Wenyong was already very kind, he just pushed him away without actually taking action. Therefore, he actually felt guilty at the moment.
Black No. 3 smiled sinisterly and moved forward. Zheng Yuehua immediately took a step back.
Li Wenjun silently stepped forward and pulled Zheng Yuehua away. He suddenly grabbed Hei No. 3 by the collar. He stumbled and flipped his hand. Hei No. 3, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 170 kilograms, was caught.
He fell to the ground. Li Wenjun put his knee on his back and twisted his wrist back.
Black No. 3 cannot move.
Other members of the underground team wanted to come up, but were stopped by Li Wenyong.
In fact, Li Wenyong saw what Black No. 3 did just now. But Black No. 3 is his teammate, and he must protect him.
Now off the court, he cannot wrong his younger brother.
Li Wenjun has always been a person who takes revenge when he has a grudge. If he is not allowed to take revenge now, he will also hold back his ultimate move in the future.
The fact that Li Wenjun could endure what happened last year until this year is considered a great honor to Li Wenyong.
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Li Wenjun said coldly: "Last year you scratched my face, and this year you plotted against me. I'm not easy to do anything on the court. Now you come to my door. If I don't teach you a lesson, you think I'm a sick cat. Follow me.
Apologize, or I will break your finger and you will be a waste from now on!"
Black No. 3 shouted: "Why should I apologize? You are too weak."
Li Wenjun cracked his thumb hard.
Black No. 3 immediately slapped the floor in pain: "I apologize, apologize, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Normally, even if Li Wenjun broke his finger, he would not apologize.
But today, Li Wenjun won and gave them the chance to compete that should have belonged to them. He admired Li Wenjun, so he was willing to apologize.
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Li Wenjun let go of him, stood up, clapped his hands, and asked: "Okay, we're even. Why are you looking for us?"
Li Wenyong said: "Didn't you pay for it? We just discussed it with Comrade Zhang Aihua and decided that the two teams should pool the money together and celebrate together. I have asked the chef in the canteen to cook, and Comrade Zhang Aihua also went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy liquor.
Yes. All your other teammates have gone, we are here to call you."
