Chapter 309

No matter how strong the bowstring is, it will be broken one day.

In a strong mind, there is also a moment of being defeated.

Chen Yao's blow to the head directly became the last straw to defeat the high school team attached to the Academy of fine arts.

Nietzsche once said: "what can't kill you will make you stronger."

The high school attached to the Academy of fine arts wants to say, "what you can't kill will make you more collapsed."

From the point of view of the members of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts, after this shot was a unreasonable blow, the friendly game has completely entered the garbage time.

Up to now, the sense of despair and powerlessness has completely filled the chest of every member of the high school affiliated to the Academy of fine arts. In addition to their captain who is still madly doing meaningless resistance, the other members, in the last five innings, played worse than one.

And the school team of Optics Valley No.7 Middle School, on the contrary, everyone's condition is getting better and better.

Especially Xie Qingming, almost every game is at least won more than three heads, and almost all have head smash.

Standing behind Xie Qingming, Zhang Ning can't help but think of a popular NBA star Allen Iverson in his childhood. After a scoring show, he said in an interview: "the basket tonight is as vast as the sea."

For Xie Qingming, the head of the other side is estimated to be as big as the duck in Victoria Harbor.

Finally, in the last game, the other members of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts who had no intention to resist were all out of the game early. Only the team leader of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts was still hiding on the map.

A dozen four, and opposite the most wretched fat man, as well as the state explosion of Xie light name, or even full of blood.

The team leader of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts is in a desolate and lifeless mood, just like the landscape of the desert map.

"Damn it Extreme suffocation, so that he can not help but lose the last reason, launched a death charge towards the a platform.

He is very clear that there are two members of Optics Valley No.7 Middle School on guard. One of them is Chen Yao, a monster that they can't defeat.

Death is the only ending. He just wants to fight to death before he dies, so At least a little dignity.

"Hoo --" the leader of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts has been thoroughly involved. The whole world, except his own breathing and heartbeat, can no longer hear any other noisy sound.

His perspective is firmly locked in the direction of platform A. he believes that, with his own shooting method, even if Chen Yao and he have just shot each other at this moment, he does not have the chance to die before he dies.

Dada dada -

a violent gunshot came out of his headphones, accompanied by the gunshot, and the blood splashed with the view of the screen.

The gun is the unique sound of the M4.

Blood, is his own sad blood.

"It's not the top shot..." At this time, the leader of the Academy of fine arts finally thought.

Then his screen quickly turned black and white.

Seven in Optics Valley, win!

Even at the last moment, he was not given the chance to choose a slightly dignified way of death.

The front gun?

He would rather die in the head shot by Chen Yao or Xie Qingming, just like the way he died most in this friendly match.

It's a pity that he died under Pei pengtian's obscene attack.

Even Pei pengtian, the No. 5 assistant position of the No. 7 middle school team of Optics Valley, which has a huge advantage, can easily be fully equipped, wearing full armor bulletproof vests and holding M4A1 rifles.

He was beaten to death, not even the fat man.

What a shame

With the end of the whole friendly match, the team of the high school affiliated to the Academy of fine arts suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared numbly at the completely black-and-white screen in front of them, flashing the team name of No.7 Middle School of Optics Valley, as if to remind them how miserable they were abused in the friendly match just now.

Overall score, 5-0.

The score of the small game did not get more than seven points, and even in the fourth overall situation, the other side directly played a zero seal exaggerated results.

"By the way, I remember that the team of the high school affiliated to the Academy of fine arts, after we were eliminated last year, did not shake hands with us after the game, so they left to celebrate and accept interviews?" Shen Zhaolou patted her face to make sure that the dream victory was not a dream. She suddenly thought about the episode that she had forgotten after she was ruthlessly eliminated by the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts last year.

Yes, hatred + 0.1.

"No, I just didn't shake hands with the four of you. I did." As soon as Xie Qingming took off the earphone, he heard Shen Zhaolou muttering and shrugging."Damn, you can, you're powerful. Well, it's a great honor to shake hands with you. Are you willing to wash your hands up to now?" According to Shen Zhaolou's previous temper, I'm afraid he would spray Xie Qingming on his face. However, when he thought of Xie Qingming's full play, Shen Zhaolou stifled the tone and put on a smiling face. "That's right. After all, last year, although we were poor, princess, you played well."

“……” Looking at Shen Zhaolou's smiling face, Xie Qingming felt cold all over for no reason and didn't say anything again.

This group of teammates, really can't take!

Shen Zhaolou looks at Xie Qingming's reaction and smiles to himself. He goes to the row of computers in the high school affiliated to the Academy of fine arts, stands next to the leader of the high school affiliated to the Academy of fine arts, and reaches out his right hand.

Shen Zhao Lou's straight little waist, proud with a little reserved smile, confident with a little disdainful small eyes, where is a little goddess should be reserved?

Shen Zhaolou stood there, holding the winner's posture for nearly ten seconds, and the members of the Affiliated Middle School of the Academy of fine arts responded that they had come to shake hands.

If such a beautiful woman came to shake hands with her at ordinary times, the members of the Affiliated High School of the Academy of fine arts would probably laugh like a group of animals and rush forward.

But now there are only one of them. They are just as bitter as the ten bitter melons they have just been forced to put in their mouths. They can only sigh in their hearts. It's just a slippery trick to meet the right person at the wrong time.

"Last year, you didn't shake hands with us. This year, you didn't have a chance to shake hands with us." In fact, Shen Zhao Lou didn't remember this for a long time, so his tone was very strange.

It's not so easy to be a face slapper.

It's very embarrassing for people like them who don't bear grudges for small things to jump out and show their sense of existence before they think about their grudges with others.

However, the leader of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts is still deeply immersed in the huge failure just now, unable to extricate himself from it. He has no feeling at all. Beside him is a leader of Optics Valley No.7 Middle School, waiting for his handshake.

When one of his team members saw this and heard what Shen Zhaolou said, he had to remind them in a low voice: "Captain, there is a sister..."

Without mentioning this sentence, "it's OK to have a sister", the leader of the high school attached to the Academy of fine arts suddenly trembled all over and his shoulders twitched. Then he covered his face with his hands and began to cry: "there's a sister of wool? Sister, sister is gone

The sudden cry made the team of No.7 Middle School of Optics Valley, who was still savoring the victory just now, suddenly smile on his face.

Depend on Crying?

Shen Zhaolou's hand was stiff in mid air, with a black line.