Chapter 424: If you score ten goals, I'll call you GRANDPA

It was the day of Class A 1's match in the afternoon. Ling Jue sat in the waiting seat with her hands in her pockets, looking relaxed.

A few boys from Class A 1 were warming up. Lu Yilie held a basketball and stood in front of Ling Jue nervously. "Lord Jue, can you teach me a few more ultimate moves?"

Qi Ye leaned back on the bench and looked at him with disdain. "Aren't you very confident?"

Lu Yilie dodged his gaze. "Yes, yes, of course I'm confident!"

Qi Ye crossed his legs and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a disdainful expression. "Then go and play. What's the use of cramming at the last minute?"

Lu Yilie was a little angry when he saw Qi Ye insulting him. "Just you wait!"

Qi Ye could not help but provoke him when he saw that Lu Yilie really had some fighting ability. "Yo, if you can score ten goals, I'll call you Master Lu from now on."

"You..." Lu Yilie hugged the basketball tightly and his eyes rolled. Ten goals. "Okay, just you wait and call me Master Lu!"

He walked to the court angrily and held the basketball tightly in his hands. Why did everyone look down on him? He was also very powerful!

The referee shouted, "Okay. Students on the court, get ready. Now the basketball match between Class A 1 and Class A 2 is about to begin. This is the last game. Class A 2 relied on their special ability to fight their way out of the encirclement. The students of Class A 1 have excellent results. I wonder how they are doing in sports. Let's wait and see."

Soon, it began. Ouyang Ye played as a power forward because of his tall figure.

Lu Yilie was in charge of defense. He was in charge of seizing the opportunity to grab the ball and lay up.

The others cooperated and ran on the field.

Meanwhile, Lin Mu, who was on the bench, had a nervous look on his face. When he saw his class fighting with Class A 2, the sweat on his forehead was even more than the sweat on the players on the field.

Mu Chen was still sleeping on Qi Ye's shoulder...

This guy stayed up all night playing games last night. He was not in the mood now.

Ling Jue looked at the people on the other side. She was very familiar with them. They were the ones who fought with her last time.

However, Mu Aonan stayed on the bench because of his serious injury. The others had gotten much better after resting for a few days. They were now fighting hard on the field.

Time passed by slowly.

"Wow, so powerful!"

"Class A 2 is too powerful."

"Class A 1 can't do it. Look, they've only scored one goal. Class A 2 already has more than ten."

The girls from Class A 2 became cheerleaders. They shouted in the audience, "The spring breeze blows! The war drums beat! The boys from Class A 2 are the most charming!"

Meanwhile, the girls from Class A 1 were a little anxious.

Zhong Luxin clenched her hands and pouted. "Why isn't Ling Jue on the field?"

Mo Ziyue glanced at Ling Jue's back. She did not know why, but she felt that if Ling Jue played, those people would be nothing.

Wang Youyou was also very angry. "Why is Ling Jue like this? I heard from Lin Mu that he plays very well. He can even shoot three-pointers easily. Why isn't he playing?"

As the three of them were talking, Class A 2 scored another goal.

The current situation was Class A 2: 15, Class A1: 1.

"The spring breeze blows! The war drums beat! The boys from Class A 2 are the most charming!"

"The spring breeze is blowing! The war drums are beating! The boys from Class A 2 are the most charming!"

"..."

The voices beside them were too loud, making the girls from Class A 1 very angry.

Xiao Yezi looked at Ling Jue's back and bit her lip. Did Lord Jue not want to win?

Ling Jue shook her head in disappointment as she watched the match. This group of people was really too nervous. They started panicking after losing a few goals.

As a result, they were not able to regain their rhythm. Moreover, two of them had become discouraged and did not have the mood to continue with the rest of the match.