"Well, Xiaobo is pretty good. He has always wanted to play professional basketball. I'm calling you two here just to show you. I hope my brothers can go further on the road of basketball.

"

Wang Yajun nodded and said.

"However, those in Class 13 are too weak. Their reaction speed, ball control, dribbling, passing, and coordination between each other are really vulnerable. I think we don't need to go on the field, you can handle it all.

"

A foreign aid said.

"If Class 13 is at this level, you really don't have to play."

Wang Yajun smiled.

"Hey, let's take a break then!" the two foreign players said in unison.

The first quarter was ten minutes and it was over quickly.

The score is 38:5

Obviously, the one with five points is Class 13.

In this quarter, the opponent led by 33 points.

"Well done! We are leading by a big score. Our victory is only a matter of time."

Wang Yajun quickly brought water to the team members and said happily.

"Don't be discouraged. As long as you insist on playing for two quarters, Teacher Lin will play."

Ren Biao comforted his teammates and said.

Tao Yong and the others were a little discouraged at first, but when they saw Lin Xiaowen in the crowd, they immediately became energetic.

If you start to be embarrassed, then be embarrassed!

After a short rest for a few minutes.

The second quarter of the game begins.

"Haha! In this section, your class's score will not exceed ten."

A player in the surgical class said arrogantly.

"Hmph! Don't be too happy! We haven't reached the end yet, so what are you proud of?"

Tao Yong glanced at the other party disdainfully.

"You just brag! There are no foreign players, so there is no chance at all. You just try to get the score as high as possible, otherwise the loss will be too ugly, and your class will have no face to appear in the school's basketball activities in the future!"

"Yes! The level of your class is like this. If I had known better, I would have changed to a stronger class. It would be really unchallenging!"

"Let's give them a break later, otherwise it will be too embarrassing for them to lose. We are all alumni after all!"

Faced with the ridicule from the players in the surgical class, Tao Yong spat on the ground and said: "No need, referee, let's start!"

The referee glanced at Tao Yong and shook his head speechlessly. The score in the first quarter was like this. I don't know why they are so confident.

To be honest, the referee was a little reluctant to watch any more.

If there is no suspense in the ending, the game is not worth watching.

Next, the second quarter of the game kicked off immediately.

The players from the surgical class were dribbling like flying, stealing, throwing, and dunking, beating Class 13 back.

In the second quarter, Class 13 didn’t even score a single goal.

The opponent's score has reached 80:5

The gap widens further!

"Hey, it's hopeless. Class 13 will definitely lose..."

"Yeah! What else is there to see here! Let's just leave!"

"Hey, you will definitely regret it if you leave."

"Why do you regret it?"

"The football god of Class 13 hasn't appeared yet!"

"God of football? Some people dare to be called God of football these days?"

"If you don't believe it, just watch it!"

The person who mentioned the football god was naturally from Class 12.

These words soon reached Wang Yajun’s ears.

Wang Yajun frowned slightly after hearing this, "Someone actually overestimates his ability and calls him a football god, thinking he is Jordan?"

I glanced at Class 13, but I couldn't tell which one was the football god.

"Is that guy Ren Biao the god of football?"

In Wang Yajun's eyes, the only person in Class 13 who has some level of proficiency is Ren Biao.

"Is there a football god in their class?"

A foreign aid next to Wang Yajun said in surprise.

"I don't know!" Wang Yajun shook his head.

In the third quarter, Ren Biao replaced a player and came on.

"Fat man, play well in this quarter. The teacher will come on stage in the next quarter."

Ren Biao patted Tao Yong on the shoulder and said.

"Yes!" Tao Yong nodded, sweating profusely, and said.

At the beginning of the third quarter, Ren Biao grabbed the ball and quickly made a three-pointer.

"Finally someone from Class 13 has made it, tsk tsk, it's not easy!"

"That must be luck! I almost missed it...but the captain of Class 13, Ren Biao, did play better than the others!"

Outside the venue, discussions began again.

"Teacher, can you win it back later?"

A female classmate looked at Lin Xiaowen with admiration and asked.

"It should be no problem! Their football skills are nothing more than this!" Lin Xiaowen unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of cold black tea, and said disapprovingly.

"Wow! The teacher is different, the way he talks is so cool!" The female classmate suddenly became excited.

If there weren't so many people here, she would have wanted to rush up, hug Lin Xiaowen, and give her her first kiss.

"Haha, it turns out that the football god they were talking about is actually the instructor of their class, Teacher Lin!"

Wang Yajun observed for a while and then said with a smile.

"Teacher Lin, which one?"

The two foreign players asked curiously.

Wang Yajun pointed at Lin Xiaowen from a distance and said, "That's the one dressed casually and standing among a group of female classmates."

"He? I'll be the one to go..."

The two foreign players suddenly had the urge to hit a wall.

"With a height of just over 1.7 meters? Can he be called a ball god? Even dunking is a problem."

A foreign aid said.

"That teacher Lin is very famous in our school. He can even date goddesses. He is not even older than me. He does have some skills, but I have never heard of him being a good player."

Wang Yajun said.

"No matter how powerful he is, in the current situation, he can't turn defeat into victory alone. As long as we hold on to the ball and delay the passing of the ball, we will definitely win."

Another foreign aid spoke.

"Yes! So, we are sure to win. By the way, besides Zhou Xiaobo, who else do you have your eye on?"

Wang Yajun asked.

"No, the other players are good, but if you want to play professionally, Zhou Xiaobo can be shortlisted," the foreign player replied.

Wang Yajun nodded and stopped talking.

The third quarter ended with the passage of time.

Score: 165 to 18

In this quarter, Class 13 scored 13 points, but the opponent scored more points.

With this kind of score, there is basically no need to play in the fourth quarter, the outcome has already been decided.

But the game requires integrity, so the last quarter still has to continue.
To be continued...