Ji Shaoqiang's favor: National school grass please keep a low profile

Chapter 9 v.9 Trouble
Yuan Yeyi is a small forward.

Therefore, the training content is complicated and numerous.

Including endurance, physical strength, speed, shooting accuracy, and even the thankless work of rebounding, positioning, and defense, she has a share.

After the training content was mentioned, Yuan Ye started training.

150 push-ups and 200 sit-ups.

Outside shooting requires an accuracy rate of 90%.

"Just started training, I will lighten your burden." Yu Shaoce said casually, but several people were terrified when they heard it.

He Ziyu couldn't help howling, and after a while, Yu Shaoce stared at him obediently and shut his mouth.

I started training silently, and couldn't help complaining in my heart.

That brat Ling Jianghan, after taking a bath for so long, must be trying to be lazy.When it comes later, I must beat him up.

In the end, before Ling Jianghan could wait, the troublemaker came.

That is a senior in the second and third year of high school.

His face was full of anger, and his eyes were full of disdain for his juniors.

Yuan Yeyi, He Ziyu, and Zhang Shuye stopped their training at the same time, and looked at a group of people who were somewhat condescending in front of Yu Shaoce.

"What are you here for?" He Ziyu approached Yuan Yeyi and asked in her ear.

"Go and have a look and you'll know." Yuan Yeyi's voice was very flat.

But ninety percent of the time, those who come are not good.

"I don't care! Today you have to make it clear, why did we play the starting basketball for two years, and you little brats from junior high school kicked us all out!"

Another kid.

Yu Shaoce's eyes were deep and his face was still calm, which was in sharp contrast to the irritable high school senior: "I said, this is the school's arrangement. If you want to make trouble, go to the school leader."

"Hehe, why did the school arrange it like this? Could it be that you rich second generations put some eye drops on it? You think I don't know that the son of Yu's eldest son from the eight major families in the capital, and the future heir of the Yu family, wants to be a starting player at school and help me out. Teammate, how simple and handsome! If you are not happy, the school can disappear alive, don't you think?"

"It's just that the young master of the Yu family in the capital can commit himself to a small boys' school like Jiangqingzhou. Why, do you want to experience the life of a commoner? This is wrong. How can we accommodate a big Buddha like you here! Better go back to your golden house to find your father!" The man's words were harsh and mean.

Even Zhang Shuye, who usually doesn't take these things seriously, finds it extremely unpleasant and can't help frowning.

However, Yu Shaoce remained indifferent: "Senior Guo, can't you understand the words of the junior? I said, this is the school's arrangement, and it has nothing to do with me. The blame can only be that your skills are not up to standard."

The man was furious, and threw his fist at Yu Shaoce, yelling: "Today, I, a senior, have to teach you what respect is for your father!"

The pupils of several people shrank, and when they saw that the fist was about to hit Yu Shaoce's face, they froze suddenly, and a hand stretched out from Yu Shaoce's shoulder, holding the fist.

Yu Shaoce, who was just about to move, looked back and frowned: "Don't get involved, I can solve it."

"Solution? Watching them beat you up, can it be solved?" Yuan Ye curled his lips, and the words he spit out were full of sarcasm.Looking at the group of people, there was a piece of thin ice in his eyes.

A darker-skinned person behind the man couldn't help but stop him: "Enough, Guo Qi, we didn't come to fight."

(End of this chapter)