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Class 12 … Compared to them, the average height was only 1.72 meters. There were five students wearing glasses, and they were all weak students who ran for a few hundred meters and were panting to the point that they couldn't even walk.

This result was obtained by Committee member Pei Soong personally from the Sports Department. He participated in the entire process of drawing lots, without any tricks involved.

In reality, even a small high school competition was nothing out of the ordinary.

Class 12 was so weak that they were like a pile of shit. It was very dangerous for them to be in the same group as anyone else.

However, in the group competition, it was unlucky to meet one of the top four.

Everyone in the class became listless during the class. Teacher Ma, the form teacher in charge of the class, couldn't help but say after the class ended, "Victory or defeat is a common occurrence in the military, but a football match is just a sports activity, whether you win or lose, it doesn't have much of an impact on everyone's future, at least it doesn't affect the college entrance exams, it doesn't matter if you lose, it doesn't matter, don't take it to heart."

After they finished talking, the students did not buy it, especially the boys. They all hung their heads, not having the slightest bit of spirit left. Ma Dongliu also felt that it was a bit awkward, so he just shook his head and did not say anymore, and turned around with his hands behind his back.

After he left, Pei Soong ran to the podium, and everyone looked at him.

"Students, don't be discouraged, we are already the last. It is normal for people to kick a dozen or twenty balls at a time, so what can the so-called Group of Death do? Let go of the kicks, this afternoon at the West Football Field against the second class is actually our only chance.

From what I know, their fastest forward, Ye Feng, twisted his ankle a week ago when he was training! In this kind of group stage, he definitely won't fight. If he fights with us, they will definitely give up on their previous defense strategy, because they think we're very weak.

In fact, they neglected a genius like me! The field in the whole school is 200 meters wide. I dare to say second, who dares to say that they are number one! " Pei Soong said in a domineering manner.

He was a professional athlete of two hundred meters, with a run of twenty-three seconds, which made him one of the top in the entire nation. In Violet Middle School, he had broken the record of two hundred meters which he had maintained for many years, and increased it by five seconds.

It was a pity that Pei Soong was just fast, his skills were average, and that he was able to pass the goal easily. The key was that he did not have the chance to take the ball, and would always be surrounded and defended by two people.

The other students of Class 12 weren't even able to pass the ball. As long as the ball reached his feet, there would still be some threat.

"Everyone, don't be discouraged. Get the ball and pass it to me! I'm going to fight them to the death, trying to... In a ball. " Pei Soong said solemnly.

In fact, in the past two autumn football games, the twelfth class had played six games and never scored a single ball.

However, at this moment, the students in the class were all very depressed, even Lao Hei and Fei Loong were listless. If not for the three of them being of one mind, they would not be participating in this kind of competition.

As for the others, they remained indifferent, as if they didn't hear anything.

Pei Soong sighed and walked down the stage.

Young Master Zheng dragged Jiang Wuchen to the toilet and smoked. The two of them did not dare smoke in the toilet of a high school, afraid that Liu Yuandong's men would beat them up and they would run to the second or third grade.

The two of them puffed out a cloud of smoke. Jiang Wuchen could not help but ask: "Is the football standard of our class really that bad?"

"It can't be described as bad. It's simply rotten." Young Master Zheng could not help but shake his head, his face had a look of disdain.

At this time, two tall and strong youths walked over. Seeing them, Young Master Zheng hurriedly said: "Brother Chen, these two are from the second class. One is Song Yuan, and the other is Ye Feng! It's the Ye Feng that Pei Soong was talking about earlier on the stage. "

"Oh." Jiang Wuchen took a glance at them. These two were not low, both were more than 1.8 meters, and although that Ye Feng was skinny, his entire body was filled with agility.

At this moment, he saw Jiang Wuchen and Young Master Zheng, and walked over with a smile, "Wen Xi, are you smoking here?"

"Oh." Young Master Zheng nodded his head nonchalantly. If this was the past, he would have already happily offered the cigarettes and lit them.

Ever since he had learned his lesson, he had stopped trying to strike up a conversation with these kind of people.

"Fuck, don't leave me?" Ye Feng walked over and patted the back of Young Master Zheng's head in a cheap manner.

"F * ck your mother, what are you doing?" Young Master Zheng's anger started to rise, he remembered Jiang Wuchen's words in his heart, and would not tolerate being pressured again.

"Fuck?" "You're quite impressive?" Ye Feng was a little surprised, he never thought that Young Master Zheng would have such a temper.

Beside him, Song Yuan hurriedly came over to be the peacemaker, "It's just a joke, why are you still in such a rush?" Hehehe, Young Master Zheng, my class seems to have a football match with your class in the afternoon, right? "

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and laughed deeply: Wen Xi, are you going to go up?

"I …" Young Master Zheng snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued to smoke with all his might.

Hehehe, it seems that a handicapped person like you will not be able to make it onto the stage. How sad is it? In the entire Zi Luolan, there are twenty-four senior year students, over a thousand people, and you're not even qualified to enter the stage. Ye Feng mocked.

Jiang Wuchen squinted his eyes and sized Ye Feng up, "Student, pay attention when you speak, don't be so thorny."

"Fuck?" Who are you? What's wrong with you if I say it out loud? "

Young Master Zheng immediately pulled Jiang Wuchen away. He was not afraid of Ye Feng, but he was worried that Jiang Wuchen would make a move.

The Ye Family also had a number one in the Haichuan, they might even catch Jiang Wuchen and send him to the police station. This was what the Young Master Zheng was worried about.

"Brother Chen, let's go." Young Master Zheng threw the cigarette butt into the pool of urine and pulled Jiang Wuchen out.

Ye Feng and Song Yuan's laughter resounded from inside.

"Hey, you see that? Our class is always so useless. Especially since the football match began, everyone looked down on us." Young Master Zheng shook his head helplessly.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head lightly, "Your body should be around the point where it's time now. Prepare to go up in the afternoon."

"Huh?" Young Master Zheng was startled, "Brother Chen, what did you say?"

"I said, come and be a goalkeeper in the afternoon."

"Really?" Young Master Zheng suddenly became excited, and then immediately became nervous, "Can I do it? "His opponent is Class Two …"

"I've said it before, within half a month, if you don't manage to cultivate the Internal Strength, you and I will no longer be master and disciple!" Jiang Wuchen's tone turned cold.

He was not joking, if he was an ordinary person, it would be normal for him to not be able to cultivate Internal Strength for half a month, but Young Master Zheng was not an ordinary person. It had already been close to a month since Jiang Wuchen helped him refine his body.

Someone like Bazi, through refinement, could directly levelled up by another level.

If the Young Master Zheng still had not appeared, then his Inherent skill … He had no talent at all.