"If you lose in the first game, you will definitely be two. When we win the championship, they will be two."

Hearing this, the others were fine, and Zhao Jian was slightly moved.

In the past, like many people in the class, he thought that Yun Mu was a bit ugly and was too serious about himself. But through the training these few days, Zhao Jian didn't dare to think so. Yun Mu really has the capital to be confident.

It is not obvious that once you finish the basketball court, Yun Mu has a leadership temperament, which makes people convinced. The four teams were impressed by him unknowingly.

Zhao Jian was even more sure that Yun Mu not only had a big background, but also had the ability, so he spared no effort to help Yun Mu build momentum: "The captain is right. When we win the championship, those who laughed at us think of what happened today are equivalent to slapping themselves in the face. Don't argue with small issues like jerseys. The animals in Class 2 were wearing Lakers jerseys. Do you think they could win the championship?"

Luo Yang said: "That is, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. No one will ever laugh at the winner. When we win the game, do you see if those dogs dare to laugh at us?"

Wu Yufeng smiled and said, "Little fat man, don't be discouraged, you are our secret weapon."

Weisso's fat face had a strange light surged in his little eyes. He could only be on the Internet. He was bullied for a long time in real life and had almost no friends in high school. Nowadays, several celebrities in the class encouraged him so much that it would be a lie to say that he had no feelings in his heart.

Yunmu patted Weisuo's shoulder and whispered: "I only have one requirement for you. Let's type your style better and better, and we will support you."

"Okay, I'll give it my best."

Weisso focused on the key points, he liked the most.

The opponent's expression was even more. The group of people in Class 2 looked at the five members of Class 4, as if they were watching a group of stupid x.

The second-year high school second-year basketball team has a huge lineup, with a total of ten people. The average size of the five main players is more than 1.8 meters, which is quite powerful in the middle school campus. The game is about to begin, and the captain of the second class Tan Jianfei led four main players to high-five together and shouted a very hurtful slogan.

The slogan before the game is usually stacked with ten hands together and shouting: Come on.

But the five main players of Class 2 did not follow the ordinary path. They shouted: "One, two, three, bloody class 4"

The five people were very loud, and people inside and outside the field could hear it clearly.

This slogan is too cruel and too slutty.

Can this be tolerated? It's completely unbearable

All the students in Class 4 were indignant, and some booed to the second camp.

Niu Qingtao's face changed slightly. The students in Class 2 were too arrogant. Teacher Niu looked at the class teacher of Class 2 with a calm expression without hesitation, thinking that it was not the instructor of this old person?

"good"

“Good said”

"February four"

Teenagers are easily exaggerated by the atmosphere and are easily motivated. Seeing the five main players in the class erupting such a touching declaration, the students in Class 2 were extremely excited and turned into passionate young people one by one.

“So handsome”

"Yeah, I like the look of Tan Jianfei Stadium the most."

"I'm sure to win. There's no suspense in this game. Look at the expressions of the girls in Class 4."

The girls in Class 2 were all full of energy and whispered to each other.

Only the class beauty Lu Renjia didn't say anything. She looked at Yun Mu wearing a black No. 77 jersey, and the summer several years ago appeared in her mind, the boy who was also wearing No. 77 jersey...

Many students in Class 4 rubbed their eyes but couldn't accept this wonderful fact.
Chapter completed!