"I have always been vengeful. When I was a child, I had enough bullying others. I don't want to do this again when I grew up. Oh, you don't understand what I told you about. Three people were injured, and there were nine left. It's almost the same. I'll play football well later and don't let my students look down on me."

"Bing, Brother Bing, should he send anal hair to the hospital?" Blackfoot guard Li Qian asked courageously.

"Send a fart, dig a hole and bury it on the spot."

Destroy the corpse and traces? Wait, the anal hair is not dead yet, so it is buried alive? Everyone gasps in a cold breath. It’s so cruel!

"Ha, don't be nervous, I'm joking. Ask a few people to take them to the hospital, and find a few substitutes to make up for the eleven people, so that they can bring sneakers and clothes. They gather here in ten minutes." Liao Xuebing took control of the situation and acted domineeringly.

He took Murong Lanluo's hand freely: "Let's go to the classroom with the teacher, and call Cui Zheng and Wanglong to train."

Murong Lanluo's body trembled slightly, let Lao Liao lead him, and his heart was filled with great waves, with ups and downs intertwined. "He was so fierce just now, but I liked it so much. I really want him to be a father. I wonder if my mother will agree..."

There were more than a dozen people missing in the activity class, and they all sneaked out to play. Liao Xuebing touched Murong Lanluo's head: "Do you still have homework not finished? Stay in the classroom to do your homework. By the way, your hairstyle is a bit ugly."

"Oh, but I think it looks very good." Murong Lanluo's tone seemed to be a cute daughter acting cute with her father.

He called Cui Zheng and said, "Squad Leader, in order to fulfill the agreement between us men, I decided to conduct devilish training on you. The people in your football team will not be able to escape."

"Devil training?" After watching too many movies, Cui Zheng raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Wang Long, call all the team members, the coach and teacher are going to train us."

The last time we played football with Class 1 in Three Years quickly gathered, Wang Long smiled absent-mindedly and said, "Teacher, we will definitely cooperate with each other, but don't let us down."

"By the way, teacher, how do you train us? We won't let us run to the playground like fools to exercise our physical strength, right?"

"No, don't worry, I hired an off-campus football team to practice with you. Wang Long, you are the assistant coach of our class for the time being, and I am the coach of that team until you are trained to adapt to the confrontation with them."

"Tsk, I thought it was. According to the teacher's level, I don't know what good team I can invite." Ye Yuhu told his classmates privately.

The four-eyed eyes, who was watching the fun, turned their eyes and said with a smile: "Teacher, in order to make us completely believe that the sparring team you hired is not fooling us, come and have a bet."

"Why, I think I didn't lose enough last time?" Liao Xuebing had already sneered in his heart and said in a pretentious manner.

"Teacher, this is also to inspire our morale. If you lose one thousand yuan, you'll be fine." Everyone stirred up the atmosphere.

"Hehe, how can one thousand yuan be enough? Just bet five thousand yuan. Anyway, you guys have some money."

After hearing the teacher's confidence, the whole group hesitated, "This... bet five thousand? I only have three thousand yuan a month's pocket money."

Damn, it’s really a master. Just the pocket money is more than me. Lao Liao smiled indifferently and said, “Since you don’t dare to bet, then forget it.”

"Gam! Why don't you gamble? Just gamble five thousand!" Everyone aroused blood. Wang Long quietly said to Ye Yuhu: "Since he is so confident, we will kick his broken team to death later."

Both sides plotted against each other, and Liao Xuebing thought to himself: "If the Black Super League champion cannot win, let them help the money they lose."

A group of people came to the stadium in a mighty way. Everyone in the Black Super Championship team was full of anger, like a child who had been receiving orthodox education for ten years and was too obedient to be more obedient, wearing neat blue striped Inter Milan uniforms, practicing passing in the half court.

The betting team in the underworld is more barbaric and does not pay much attention to skills. As for the delicate footwork, it will only make the enemy team break. When Wang Long saw that the Black Super League team had no rules for passing and dribbling, he couldn't help laughing: "The teacher is really a master of humor! He deliberately gave us money."

"OK, that's the real sign on the court. Wang Long, what other tactics do you have to tell the players?"

"Nothing." Wang Long led the players to the other stadium.

Liao Xuebing walked among the Black Super League team members, Li Qian temporarily took over as the team leader, looked at him with a flattering look and said, "Brother Bing, do you have any instructions?"

"Do you have the confidence to win this game?"

"This..." Li Qian hesitated and pondered the words, "I played a game with the domestic professional team last year, and tied with two to two. There is no problem to win, but now we are the students of Brother Bing, we..."

"Yes, they are all my students. You can't hurt them, you still have to win. If you win, I'll treat you to a meal."

Li Qian did not dare to refuse and said, "Please ensure that the task is completed." He asked the team members around him to convey the meaning of the Bing Ge to others.

"If you lose, you don't need to say anything about the consequences, you will know it."

Li Qianhou felt cold. Captain Anal Hair had been in the underground betting stadium for several years. He was not a problem with outstanding physical conditions, but Lao Liao's kicks and stomps, plus five blows, completely disabled. What's the end in front of him!

He replied carefully: "Brother Bing, don't worry, we will definitely win beautiful things."

The referee was a physical education teacher who had just been invited. With a whistle, Ye Yuhu took the lead in kicking off the ball. You said that the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger. The Black Super League team members who defended him were afraid of hurting the Bing Ge's students, so they hesitated for a while and were knocked across the side by him.

Ye Yuhu passed the ball to Li Yuzhong, and two black super players surrounded him. The latter was a little panicked and hurriedly passed the ball back. Ye Yuhu shouted, "Can you fucking out of the way?" He took the ball and ran straight. Although many people were afraid of the soldiers, they didn't care about the students. They ran a little lazy, and even made him rush to the penalty area.

Li Qian said, "Fuck, dare to go wild in my territory!" He shoveled to Ye Yuhu's feet, and suddenly a sentence rang out in his mind: "You can't hurt my students." He hastily adjusted his direction, and finally did not touch his feet, let alone the ball.

"How can I be a guard? I let you pass without saying a word? I also said it was the Black Super League champion team, which is a bit inferior." Liao Xuebing was so anxious that he wanted to take off his shoes and throw them over.

Cui Zheng saw that the other party was all in his twenties and was older than him, but he was young and strong, so he naturally did not take this age gap seriously and shouted: "Ahu! Shoot these old men to death!"
Chapter completed!