On the first day of November, Jiangbei high school students received a news that shocked them. More than 200 private students from Galaxy defeated 300 Jiangbei Vocational High School in the auditorium of Jiangbei Vocational High School, becoming the most powerful combat-oriented existence in Jiangbei high schools.

Of course, no one knows what happened that night. No one knows that even if Jiang Canghai, as strong as the Galaxy, was covered in scars in the end, and as crazy as a lofty person, they all fell to the ground and gasped, as arrogant as Liu Sizhe, and they all fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

No one knew that the defeated Xia Mengxiong and Qiu Han were so difficult that Lu Yan collapsed, making the red-haired boy cry and kept shouting: "Don't stand up again! Don't stand up again!"

No one knew that at midnight that night, more than 200 private students from Galaxy walked out of the Jiangbei Vocational High School Auditorium. The others were lying in the Vocational High School auditorium until the students who did not participate in the war came and helped them leave with the murderous eyes of the Vocational High School students.

On that day, Galaxy Private teachers remained silent about the 200 students in the school taking leave at the same time.

That night, Wang Bo was bandaged by Chiba Mie as if he was mummy. In a high bedroom, he was eating the noodles made for him by Chiba Mie.

On the side were He Tie with a silly smile on his face and Zhang Kuang, who was being rubbed with safflower oil by He Tie.

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"Give the No. 6 jersey to the monk, this is something I reserved for him!" A week later, Wang Bo, whose scars receded, stood in the locker room and said to Platinum Dragon.

"Damn, the monk's figure is definitely Bill Russell-level when wearing No. 6!" Platinum Dragon took out the No. 6 uniform and handed it to He Tie, who had just completed the admission procedures.

"The person you are talking about is a monk?" Yilong was holding a cigarette in his mouth and was carefully wiping his sneakers.

"Well, we were the best partners in the Young Management Office! Right, monk!" Wang Bo looked in the mirror with a slut, observing whether there were acne on his face.

"Haha, my brother taught me how to play basketball." He Tie took off his school uniform and shirt, revealing his extremely impactful body and smiled silly.

Platinum Dragon looked at He Tie's body that was exactly what he had made of black iron, and couldn't help but think of the night in Jiangbei Vocational High School. This guy seemed to have settled twenty or thirty Vocational High School students alone, and it was still as if nothing had happened.

"What a monster! How did it develop!" Lu Yan's head was wrapped like an Indian San, squatting in his seat and muttering.

"The monk has been practicing martial arts at the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts School since he was a child. He became older and performed everywhere with a straw troupe. It was a kind of performance of big stones on his chest. Later, due to impulse, he forced several urban management officers who had forced their performance stage to be concussions, so he was locked up in the Shaolin Management Office." Wang Bo put on his No. 2 jersey, turned his head, and looked at the people who had changed their uniforms and said:

"Let's go, today, let's see Tang Haoran's Angel Wings!"

Zhang Yang carefully tied his shoelaces and smiled shyly at Wang Bo: "He can't do it."

Zhang Kuang looked disdainful: "In another forty minutes, there will be no angel wings in Galaxy Private!"

Yilong threw away his vinyl glasses and shook his head: "The guys who transferred to Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School are indeed more arrogant than the other, but I am really looking forward to it!"

"Don't let me sigh, okay? Brother! After the game, go to your house! Meihui said to make boiled fish today!" Wang Bo accurately bounced the cigarette butt into the trash can and stood at the door of the locker room and shouted.

"I warn you! Bastard! Don't go to my house for a meal every day! Don't have the idea of ​​beating my sister!"

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There were neatly sitting in the two stands in the north and south of the basketball court, Kim Nam-chul's Bullfighting Squad and Wei Song's L-one. It seemed that both presidents planned to take all the members to finish this challenge.

After that night, Wang Bo's relationship with Wei Song and Jin Namche was relieved. After all, he fought side by side. Although Wei Song still firmly believed that as long as he had enough time, he might not be able to defeat Wang Bo, and Jin Namche still had the virtue of owing k, but at least when he met in the basketball hall, he did not have the rich smell of gunpowder.

The east stand was filled with Angel Wings members wearing purple uniforms, while the west stand was a black basketball front led by Lu Yan. The two clubs made various insulting gestures to each other across the basketball court.

Tang Haoran was wearing a purple ball uniform, and the huge No. 24 was carrying it on his back. He was warming up with his back to Wang Bo and others.

"Hey! Let's start, the school team list will be submitted in two days!" Wang Bo shouted at Tang Haoran's figure.

"Are you sure to beat my angel wings now?" Tang Haoran asked with a white towel.

"Oh, Old Tang, can you speak like a high school student? When I talk to you, I always feel like a strange uncle!" Wang Bo said with no image, "If you win, the list of the school team will be arranged by my basketball front!"

Tang Haoran did not look back and went directly to his side's bench. The referee who played guest roles by two members of the Bullfighting Team signaled that the two teams were now on the pre-match tactical arrangement time.

Wang Bo walked to the bench and looked at Yi Long and said, "Tang Haoran is very strong, stronger than you, so this game is a fight between me and him. I asked Wei Song and Jin Nanzhe. In addition to Tang Haoran, the other four points of the Angel Wings are also very strong, but they have been hidden under Tang Haoran's dazzling aperture. Compared to my battle with him, you will not seem relaxed. You have been teammates with that guy in junior high school. I really know Tang Haoran's temper and nature. His members must be the kind of stubborn madness who will never give up when they are pestering each other!"

Looking at Zhang Kuang's expression, Wang Bo rubbed his nose:

"You should know that guy's strength, why do you still have that expression?"

Zhang Kuang glanced at Tang Haoran, who was squatting opposite him and talking to his teammates, and said, "He is in Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School, your substitute. My brother and I were the starter of Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School before the transfer. Why do you want to bid him?"

"When I didn't say it!" Wang Bo rubbed his hands: "Well, in order to show respect for that guy, just like when he made an exception for me, I decided to start by myself and serve as a substitute. I have no objection?"

Yilong shook his head: "Of course not, but you seem to be more arrogant than that guy Zhang Kuang. Your meaning is clearly that if you don't show respect, Tang Haoran is not worthy of you playing against him?"

He did not wait for Wang Bo's response, but Zhang Yang said lightly beside him:

"Jiangbei, there is no opponent worthy of the captain's rage. You should watch the video of his game back then."

"Wow, the president you are talking about seems to be like God! It's too exaggerated!" Bai Jinlong looked at me with a look of disbelief.
Chapter completed!