Chapter 428: We shout Long live Lord Jue! 2

Ling Jue heard this weird slogan and turned her head stiffly to look at Xiao Yezi. The corner of her mouth twitched. Could she be a little more low-key?

Besides, this slogan was very awkward, okay?

What were the girls thinking about these days?!

"The hairstyle is in place! The temperament is noble! Let's cheer! Long live Lord Jue!"

"The hairstyle is in place! The temperament is noble! Let's cheer! Long live Lord Jue!"

"..."

The rest of Class A 1 also shouted. Ling Jue's move just now was really cool!

Ai Zhiqi snorted lightly. Ling Jue had helped Liu Hu just now. This made her friendliness towards him disappear completely.

Ouyang Ye looked at her fuming face and patted her head lovingly. "Don't be angry. Ling Jue definitely has his reasons."

Ai Zhiqi frowned. "Really?"

Ouyang Ye stared at the man on the field with a burning gaze. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "Yes."

Ai Zhiqi looked at Ling Jue and fell silent.

Lu Yilie looked at Ling Jue with a smile. As expected, it was only right for Lord Jue to come.

The faces of the people from Class A 2 were a little green. Ling Jue had shown them his might the moment he entered the field.

He had thrown the ball from outside the three-point line, and they had not even moved when he showed off his face. How could they, the boys from Class A 2, give face to him!

The ball was in the hands of Class A 2. They felt that there was no need to attack. They only needed to defend.

"Liu Hu, pass the ball. Don't let it fall into Ling Jue's hands."

"Don't worry!"

Liu Hu dribbled the ball. The four people in front of him blocked it, afraid that Ling Jue would come and snatch it.

Lu Yilie yelled, "Brothers, don't be afraid. Go up and do it!"

"Yes!"

The people from Class A 1 remembered how Ling Jue had trained them.

They only needed to block these people. Ling Jue would take care of the ball and score.

Ling Jue finally understood one thing when she saw how hard everyone was working.

The school's basketball game was really useful.

At least for now, everyone put aside their past grudges and faced the outside world together.

Actually, everyone was not stupid. They would not hate someone for no reason. Now, protecting Class A 1's honor was protecting their own honor.

"The hairstyle is in place! The temperament is noble! Let's cheer! Long live Lord Jue!"

"The hairstyle is in place! The temperament is noble! Let's cheer! Long live Lord Jue!"

The girls from Class A 1 formed a cheerleading team behind them. Their shouts drowned out Class A 2 beside them.

Other than the slogan that made Ling Jue feel awkward, everything else was fine.

Mu Chen stood behind her and said faintly, "The more handsome you are, the more responsibility you have."

Ling Jue's mouth twitched. Was he talking about her?

He muttered to himself, "Mu Chen, it's time for you to show your true strength as a dunk master."

"..."

Ling Jue was at a loss for words for this middle school boy.

She looked at Liu Hu with a devilish smile on her face.

Some people really did not learn their lesson.

Mu Chen rushed up to the person who stopped Ling Jue and shouted, "I'll stop him. Ling Jue, go!"

The corner of Ling Jue's mouth twitched. What happened to the dunk master's strength?

Forget it. I won't talk to this sleepy boy for now. I'm going to beat Liu Hu up until his mother can't recognize him!

As the others were being watched, Ling Jue's figure was like a phantom. She easily rushed in front of Liu Hu.

She stretched out her hand, and the basketball fell into her palm as if it had a life of its own.

Liu Hu was shocked. He stretched out his hand to snatch Ling Jue's ball.

Ling Jue jumped up high, and her two feet kicked Liu Hu's eyes as he pounced on her.

The crowd was stunned. What was going on?