Miss Lady Professor

"It really works, so it's equivalent to you giving me evidence to sue Gong Shixun." An Ruoxi also lowered her voice and said to Gong CE.

Because the music is noisy, the two people have to be close to each other to hear each other.

"Hello, Hello, you don't have to talk so close."

At this point, an arm reaches into the middle of the two people to disconnect them.

It's Lin Zhan.

"I said, Anna, don't forget that you have a fiance Lin Zhan said.

"Lin Zhan, why do you have to interfere in everything?" Gong CE was discontented.

Two people big eyes stare small eyes.

An Ruoxi and Gong CE's words are interrupted, and she just doesn't have to be pestered by Gong CE.

At this time, the class has played hi.

After the first dance, Xia Dongdong and Lin Zhan shook their fluorescent sticks and watched the boys singing.

Obviously eardrum is shocked by the music is about to break, but still can't help but open his mouth and shout with a loud smile.

This is class Z, which used to be a monster.

It's her current class, her home!

Their class is like an island isolated from the whole school.

No one came here for the whole class to ask what happened to their class.

In the second class, the music had changed to rock, and everyone began to jump wildly in the classroom. At this time, the door of the classroom was suddenly opened from the outside, and then the head teacher's gloomy eyes appeared.

All of a sudden, the music stopped and everyone looked at the teacher.

"Teacher, are you constipated recently? You don't look very good!"

A boy in the class couldn't help but say.

"Yes, would you like to exercise together?"

There are also good suggestions from the boys.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you now. I have business to say!" The teacher in charge of the class came to the floor lamp which was turning with colorful light and stood still. He didn't seem to know how to open his mouth.

"Then hurry up, everyone is still busy!" The boy who just danced high said angrily.

"It's just a sentence." The teacher scratched his head and felt very angry about this matter: "because the main players of class 10 were not in at the beginning of the basketball match, they finally decided to cancel the results of the basketball match and play tennis games to determine the final sports meeting class."

"What?! Say it again, teacher The boys in class Z have some hair.

Even Gong He, who seemed indifferent to these things, looked at his eyes.

"The school decided to cancel the results of the basketball match and add a tennis match to determine the final class for the sports meeting." The head teacher repeated with some embarrassment.

Now the class atmosphere is so warm, the teacher's words are like a basin of ice water poured down.

"What, did I hear you right?"

"Yes, why does the school say it doesn't count?"

"That's right. It's against us!"

"Shit!"

"The school is too boring

"That's it

Z class boys indignant said, with what ah, they worked hard to practice, the results of such a sudden no?!

Now there was no interest in dancing. Lin Zhan waved to the band behind, and those people left through the back door.

Someone went to open the curtains, and class Z was back to light.

We clearly saw the face of the head teacher Tieqing.

It seems that nothing has changed.

"Is that true?" Xia Dongdong can't help but ask the teacher, so easily cancel the result of the competition, will the school really do so recklessly?

Although she was not a member of class Z during the basketball match, she also knew that it was not easy for class Z to win.

"Yes, the school decided to use the mixed doubles tennis match as the final choice for the class." The head teacher nodded, also a look of shame, as the head teacher of class Z, he also hoped to fight for some rights and interests for his students.

But no one would listen to him at the grade meeting, so he could only speak to class Z as a representative of the school.

He is a useless head teacher!

"Is there any mistake? If you want to change the game, you can change it! This is obviously a game of targeting

"That's it

"Tennis is not a sport that can be mastered by temporary practice!"

Those boys complained, and then turned their eyes of hope to look at an Ruoxi: "an Ruoxi, you can see everything like this, tennis should be very strong, right?"

In the corner of the classroom, an Ruoxi raised her eyes, looked at the expectant eyes of the crowd, and spread out her hands: "sorry, this really can't be!"

"What about SuYue?" The boy in the class turned his eyes to another girl.

Shake your head.

"Zhang Meng."

Shake your head.

"Jiang Chun!"Shake your head.

……

There are ten girls in class Z, plus the new summer, winter and winter, totally 11.

But none of them will.

"It's over. What can I do now?"

"Yes, there are doubles. Our class will be finished this time."

……

"I will."

A weak voice sounded.

Looking at the source of the voice, we talked about Xia Dongdong, who was ignored and asked.

"But now it's not whether she will or not, it's a one-time chance." A boy couldn't help but interrupt and said, "can you solve the problem only if you are very good at it! You know, every class will send elites! "

With only one chance, class Z can't lose at all.

"In fact, I also know that there may be some conflicts in the new school competition. After all, our class has not received professional tennis training." The head teacher looked at these people. In fact, tennis is a popular sport in the whole school, but class Z has not received this kind of popular preferential treatment.

The head teacher felt a little heavy and said again, "so, I'm here to ask for your opinions. Let's give up this competition

The classroom suddenly quiet down, can only see those colored spotlights in the wall and the people between the silent back and forth, looks a little strange.

"Summer, winter and winter, are you good at tennis?" A boy is not quite willing to ask.

"This..." Xia Dongdong hesitated and did not have the confidence to give the answer they wanted.

After all, it's about representing the whole class.

If you lose, it means class Z has no chance.

The class was dumb again.

Gong he frowned deeply.

Once class Z worked hard for the basketball game. He knew that he even thought that they couldn't do it. The victory that they had worked so hard to get was now in vain.

"Or, shall we give up?" The teacher again tried to ask, this time, it is not even a 10% chance of winning!

"In fact, you have worked very hard. There is no class Z who can break the rules to participate in the school sports meeting." The teacher looked at the students who were usually so conspicuous that they didn't have any sense of dignity and inferiority even when they saw him. It was so uncomfortable that they didn't have vitality.

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