He wondered whether to go to the office to report on it, but he would just forget it.

I slept with the big quilt all night, and although nothing happened, I think women also need to be slandered.

Before class, Zhou Xiaofeng, the Sports Commissioner, came to Fang Yuan and asked him if he wanted to sign up for the upcoming football and basketball game.

It was said to be a question, but it was impossible not to participate.

Class 3 is a liberal arts class, with a total of twelve boys and has always missed medals in various sports events.

But everything is about participation.

Fang Yuan shook his injured claws: "Football is OK, but basketball is not enough."

Zhou Xiaofeng nodded and asked tentatively: "Is it serious?"

Fang Yuan could not understand what it means. The whole class had to play eleven football players. Although there was plenty of basketball, they could play less, so they said directly: "When is the basketball game?"

"It's all day, starting next Thursday."

"Sure, report it to me, and you won't get off the fire if you get a minor injury."

Zhou Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Be careful, you are tall and can still fight. It's really impossible without you. The first art class and our class are waiting to show your face."

Art class and liberal arts class? These are not two bad chess games...

Looking at the slutty expression of the sports committee...

Oh, I understand, these two cheerleading teams are so good.

Liu Su asked Fang Yuan: Why don’t you learn the truth?

Fang Yuan said: I have rhinitis.

Liu Su didn't understand.

Fang Yuan said: Do you smell the smell of our classroom?

Liu Su wrinkled his little nose and nodded.

Fang Yuan said: Think about it, when there were no classes in the first year of high school, there were so many boys, and did their feet smell smell like sweat in the classroom?

Several people around laughed and expressed their agreement.
Chapter completed!