For a moment.

Everyone in the third year of high school was quite resistant.

Sun Gangqiang looked at the ugly face of the big guy and comforted him with a wry smile: "Don't be so stressed, we're just running with each other today, it doesn't matter whether we win or lose. They will leave directly after the run. We won or not lose anything, are you right?"

"But teacher, this is obviously something that is sent to make people beat you up. After going back, where will our third-year high school face be put!"

Wu Zitao of the Sports Committee frowned and said.

"Yes, teacher, you don't know the strength of Qingtou Track and Field Team. If we compare with them, what's the difference between giving away heads directly? This is simply hitting a stone with an egg!"

"Or why we might as well admit defeat and let them leave. Anyway, it is not embarrassing to admit defeat directly, because everyone knows the strength of the Qingteng Track and Field Team, but if we compare with them later, it will definitely become a laughing stock if it is thrown around several laps at once!"

"That's right, although we are amateurs, we also want shame. We can't just stick our faces out and let others beat them, right?"

With Wu Zitao's beginning like this.

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

Obviously, no one was willing to send it to the forensic.

Even if it's just a competition, they don't want to.

Because they were the ones who lost miserably, and they were the ones who were embarrassed.

As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.

I'm afraid it won't take long.

The incident of their first-class class of senior high school being beaten by the Qingteng Track and Field Team will make all universities know about it.

By that time, that would be a real shame and humiliation!

"this……"

Listening to the people's words full of resistance.

Sun Gangqiang was also in a dilemma.

How could he not understand the reason?

That's why he didn't call the top sports students in the school to come and compete with Qingteng Middle School.

Because he knew the strength of Qingteng Middle School very well.

Even if you let the top students of sports come, you will definitely not be able to compare.

And that would only be even more embarrassing.

It would be better to let amateur students in Class 1, Grade 3, be cannon fodder.

If you lose, you can lose face.

But now, Class 1, Grade 3, obviously does not want to be cannon fodder.

This made him not know what to say for a moment.

"How about Teacher Sun, have you discussed it and selected good people?"

And just then.

Chen Bo came over with more than a dozen boys from the Qingteng Track and Field Team.

Their faces were full of arrogance.

"It's soon, it's soon!"

Sun Gangqiang waved his hand and was about to persuade everyone in Class 1, Grade 3.

And just then.

In the Qingfu Track and Field Team.

A boy with the captain's badge curled his lips and asked with disdainful expression: "No way, Teacher Chen, are our opponents this time?

And this person is the captain of Qingteng Track and Field Team, the winner of the three-time provincial youth track and field competition, Chu Yibo!

"Yes, these are these people!"

Chen Bo nodded with a sneer.

"Tsk, I thought I could encounter some challenges when I came to Linhai Middle School to train. I didn't expect it to be a group of stinky fish and rotten shrimps!"

Chu Yibo gave everyone in the third year of high school and said with contempt.

Hearing words.

Everyone in the third year of high school all changed their faces.

Zhang Xiaobei also frowned.

This person is really crazy and arrogant!

"Grass! Who do you think is the smelly fish and rotten shrimp?"

Wu Zitao, the Sports Committee, was immediately angry.

He admitted that he was definitely not Chu Yibo's opponent in track and field.

But it does not mean that he is willing to let Chu Yibo humiliate like this!

"What's wrong? Are you not convinced? How many laps are we going? Let's talk?"

Chu Yibo glanced at Wu Zitao and asked with disdain.

"I……"

Wu Zitao's face changed suddenly.

Chu Yibo is a genius in track and field.

If he competes with Chu Yibo in track and field, he will definitely lose!

So even if he is angry now, he has to lower his head.

See this.

Chu Yibo suddenly became even more arrogant and laughed smugly on the spot:

"Haha, why? I'm admitting my conscience? It's really not to humiliate you because you are not even as good as smelly fish and rotten shrimps. You even have no qualifications to be our training!"

"If the school had a task and had to compete with every university, how could our Qingteng Track and Field Team come to a school like you with a very bad sports score? It is really a great honor for you to compete with us today, do you know?"

"Ahem!"

Chen Bo coughed twice, looked at Chu Yibo, and stopped him:

"Yibo, pay attention to your words and don't hurt others' self-esteem. Although they are really bad, you can't say that in front of others. How can you meet others when you turn back?"

Although Chen Bo was explicitly stopping Chu Yibo.

But his eyes and smile on the corners of his mouth were obviously very satisfied with Chu Yibo's words.

This made everyone in the third year of high school gritted their teeth!

"Teacher Sun, have you decided whether you want to send to compete with us?"

Chen Bo turned his head and looked at Sun Gangqiang and urged.

"Yes, Teacher Sun, can it work? We have three schools to go to today, but we don't have time to waste time with this group of trash here!"

Chu Yibo also said arrogantly.

"Oh, I'm so furious, who do you think is trash?"

Wu Zitao couldn't help but roar on the spot again.

"You, and everyone present, I am frank, it's all trash. Don't be dissatisfied. If you have the ability, you will outperform us, otherwise you will be the garbage in the trash!"

Chu Yibo curled his lips slightly, pointed at Wu Zitao and everyone in Class 1 of Senior High School, and said with contempt.

"I can't bear it anymore. Isn't it just to compare track and field? I'll compete with you!"

Wu Zitao gritted his teeth and stood up directly.

"I'll come too, fuck, even if I lose today, I will still lose while standing up. I will never be a turtle with my head!"

"I don't believe it anymore. You Qingteng people can still be scuds. I'll give it my best today!"

"Plus, I can't stand their arrogant look!"

...

For a moment.

The boys from Class 1 of Senior High School stood up one by one.

Originally, no one was willing to be abused.

But after Chu Yibo's ridicule.

Suddenly, there were 20 or 30 people standing up.

See this.

Sun Gangqiang was also stunned and quickly looked at Wu Zitao and said, "Sports Committee, you know more about the people in your class. Take the time to pick out fifteen boys with better physical fitness!"

"good!"

Wu Zitao nodded and was about to start picking people.

And just then.

Chu Yibo waved his hand very arrogantly and said contemptuously: "No need to be so troublesome. There are all boys in your class, and they will all go together. It will save you from being beaten up after waiting. If you don't accept it, you will find a reason to say who doesn't go to the top!"

"Go together? Are you sure? There are thirty-five boys in our class, and you only have fifteen. Are you not afraid of losing money?"

Wu Zitao glared at Chu Yibo and asked gritted his teeth.

"Tsk, it's not a fight. There's nothing wrong with having too many people. Are they all a group of mobs?"

Chu Yibo shook his head disdainfully and smiled, urging impatiently:
Chapter completed!