This is the first time in so many years that the Sports Institute's team has missed out on the championship.
Moreover, the loss was so miserable and so embarrassing! In today's game, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Sports Academy team broke the rules first, blew whistles, and used all kinds of dirty tricks.
It's okay if I win, at least I can comfort myself with the championship trophy.
but now.
After resorting to all kinds of dirty tricks, the sports college team still lost! This is simply a shame and a great humiliation. As a professional sports college, it lost to an ordinary high school. How can it have the dignity to run a school in the future?
"Is this what you promised me to be foolproof?"
Ma Xun was sitting in the stands, his Adam's apple rolled, and he almost couldn't help but drop the water glass in front of him.
"It shouldn't be! Even if Coach Zhao makes another mistake, he can't lose to them! It's so strange. This teacher named Chu is weird!"
Zhang Jian was stunned for several seconds before he came back to his senses and angrily slapped his thigh with his hand, looking unwilling to do so.
But if you lose, you lose.
Reality is so cruel! "By the way, how is Cao Zihan's injury?"
Ma Xun asked.
Zhang Jian shook his head and said: "The doctor said that you need to rest in the hospital for at least half a month.
After half a month, I’m afraid my grades will drop a lot!”
"This damn Chu Xiaoyao!"
Ma Xun patted his thigh angrily.
"If I remember correctly, Cao Zihan's brother is also a famous figure in the school, right?"
Ma Xun suddenly asked.
"You mean Cao Ang?
Yes! Cao Ang turned out to be a popular figure, and he was in Class 2 of Grade 3 before. However, I heard that he molested a girl in public and was isolated in the class. He had a bad relationship with the class, so he was transferred to another class."
Cao Ang is also a student of this school and is Cao Zihan's cousin.
The Cao family also has some status in Sioux City, so Cao Ang is qualified to enter the second class of high school.
Cao Ang has always loved the limelight, but now his cousin has been punished so miserably, and he was punished so miserably by his old enemy, Class 2, Grade 3. With Cao Ang’s character, he will definitely find a way to get revenge! "Tell Cao Ang what happened today.
Let’s see how he reacts.”
Ma Xun said.
"What if he reacts too strongly?"
Ma Xun sneered and said meaningfully: "It doesn't matter, we just need to turn a blind eye.
Teacher Zhang, you must not be able to swallow this breath, right?"
at the same time.
On the court, listening to the abuse coming from around him, Coach Zhao felt panicked and confused.
Damn it, he never expected that he would be defeated by a teacher who teaches mental health! If this happened before, he wouldn’t have believed it even to death! However, the only good thing is that this time Chu Ye
The threats made in advance did not come true.
Before the game, Chu Ye made a gesture of wiping his neck at him, which shocked him. He didn't want to be like those players, injured and disabled.
"The threat in advance is just a deliberate attempt to frighten and disturb my thinking. It is just a psychological tactic."
Coach Zhao spat on the ground, pointed at Chu Ye, and said viciously: "You brat, I don't care who you are, you'd better not leave this school, otherwise I will break one of your legs!"
Chu Ye stood there, looking at him expressionlessly.
There was no wave on his face.
Coach Zhao snorted coldly, turned around, and kicked the football goal frame as if to vent his anger.
At this moment, Chu Ye raised his index finger and flicked it.
An invisible air jet shot out quickly and hit the goal beam of the football goal.
"Crack!"
There was a sudden crisp sound from the goal support.
As early as when Chu Ye shot the ball, he deliberately let the ball hit the door frame and then the door beam. If it were an ordinary football, no matter how hard he kicked it, it would be fine. But the moment Chu Ye took the kick, a trace of Qi was attached to it.
Inside the ball, the goal's stiffness was not strong enough to withstand such a collision, and it had already been severely damaged.
The Qi machine that Chu Ye popped up now was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The entire goal collapsed on the spot! Coach Zhao didn't notice what happened. He only felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he had been hit hard by an iron bar. His vision went black on the spot, and he fell to the ground with a thud! "It's broken.
Coach Zhao passed out!"
"Why did the goal fall?"
"I saw Coach Zhao kick the goal frame, and then the goal fell down..." The players from the Sports Academy rushed forward, and saw Coach Zhao rolling his eyes. The back of the head is the weakest part, and the back of the head is the weakest part.
Suffer serious injuries, some may be unconscious on the spot, while others may be life-threatening! "Quick, call an ambulance!"
The scene immediately fell into chaos, and several physical education students with poor mental endurance even began to sob nervously on the spot.
When many people saw this scene, the gesture of wiping their necks that Chu Ye made before suddenly came to their mind! Hundreds of eyes looked towards Chu Ye.
Could it be that Coach Zhao's injury has something to do with him?
Impossible! The reason why the door frame collapsed was obviously kicked by Coach Zhao himself. Many people saw it. What does it have to do with Teacher Chu?
Deserve it! The other side.
A handsome boy who was 1.8 meters tall, followed by several followers, walked into the school infirmary.
"Zihan, how is your injury?"
The person who spoke was none other than Cao Ang, the eldest son of the Cao family in Su City.
The Cao family, which controls the building materials industry in Sioux City, was once an insignificant self-employed businessman. Later, it became a member of the Zhou family, a large family in Jinling. After rapid development in just a few years, it has now become one of the leading wealthy families in Sioux City.
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"Brother, I hate it so much!"
Cao Zihan's head was wrapped with thick white gauze. The whole head looked huge. From a distance, it looked like a pig's head.
"Those bastards from Class 2, Grade 3, they made me look like this!"
"And that teacher named Chu, I hate him!"
"He slapped me like a dog in public! In front of so many students, when he slapped my face, he slapped the Cao family in the face, and he slapped your face, cousin!"
Cao Zihan cursed angrily, and in just a few words, he directed his hatred towards Cao Ang.
Cao Ang frowned, thought for a moment, and then slapped the table hard! "Chu Xiaoyao... Grade 32... just wait for me!"
Cao Ang's face was filled with murderous intent.
What Cao Zihan said just now is right. When he was beaten today, it was not just his face that was humiliated, but the face of the entire Cao family! As the orthodox young master of the Cao family, Cao Ang is also the future designated successor.
If he was slapped in the face and pretended it didn't happen, wouldn't it mean that everyone could climb on him?
Hey, when did a silk-draping teacher become qualified to challenge the heirs of wealthy families?