live up to the morning light

It's not foul.

In the competition between classes, the rules only end on the court—not to mention idols as cheerleaders, the liberal arts class invited a support team on a whim (yes, it’s the Japanese-style crazy calling), the scene was simply breathtaking. Shocked, everyone can only laugh it off.

Surprisingly, the active idol didn't destroy the fighting spirit of the boys in Mingchen's class, but set everyone on fire.

Mingchen was quite surprised—he was born curvy, and he couldn't understand the thinking of straight men, so he asked the boys who started with him: "Did you not get hit?"

"Of course it hit!"

"envy, jealousy, hate!"

"Weiya! He is better at studying than me! He is taller than me! His face is more handsome than mine! Now even the goddess is on his side!"

"It's so angry that it's going to explode!"

"That's why we have to fight all the more!"

"Let him make a fool of himself in front of the goddess!"

——The boys are chattering.

Finally, they all said in unison: "What the hell, Ayaya!"

Tomorrow morning... More drive than all straight men.

On the one hand, he has a new and old hatred with Wei Ya.

On the other hand... when he just praised the active idol's waist as thin as a knife, Hiromitsu also praised him, saying "he is worthy of being an idol" or something-he was a bit...although he knew it was impossible for a straight man , still want to let Hongguang's gaze return to himself.

It can be regarded as...in a certain sense "the underdog must win"... The boys in the morning class who were stimulated by various things perfectly demonstrated the results of the "one-week assault"-as soon as the first quarter came up, Wei Ya They pressed and beat.

The strange thing is that Wei Ya rarely showed his flaws: It's not that he is technically inferior, but that there are fewer petty moves and trash talk, and there are even fewer ones aimed at Mingchen—on the basketball court, the offensive and defensive Body collisions are normal. In the last match, when Wei Ya switched to defending Mingchen several times, his whole body had to stick to Mingchen's body, pushing Mingchen out with his weight, but today, he just followed up. The body has always maintained a vague distance from Mingchen...

"What's going on?" After playing one quarter in the morning, although he was sweating profusely, his physical fitness was still good. He wiped his sweat with a towel and felt that he could still persist for two quarters. "Ayaya misfired today?"

"The Goddess is watching the ball outside the court," their point guard continued, "Of course you have to be more civilized, otherwise what will you do if you scare the Goddess?"

"Oh……"

Mingchen thought it made sense and nodded.

Hongguang said with a smile: "You can still pay attention to the image, which shows that we haven't put enough pressure on Ayaya."

Mingchen pouted when he heard his name Ayaya.

Hongguang said again: "Since this is the case, we can't let it go-it's rare that Ayaya is weak, so keep an eye on him."

The corners of Mingchen's lips raised again.

After a game, they won heartily.

Except for a little trouble caused by Wei Ya letting go of physical contact with people after Ming Chen was replaced from the second half to the third quarter, there is not much suspense. Although the score has been tightly locked, But basically there is no long-term overtaking.

The referee's final whistle blows.

Tomorrow morning, their class won the game by 4 points!

The whole class is boiling!

Those who were on the field and those who were not on the field all rushed over, surrounded Mingchen and Hongguang in the middle—trying to lift Hongguang up and throw it, oh, it’s too heavy—forget it—catch Mingchen and throw it into the sky!

Tomorrow has never played like this before.

The whole person froze in shock and screamed.

Hong Guang hurried over to pick him up in his arms—for a buffer, he turned around in a circle.Mingchen was afraid of falling, so he quickly hooked Hongguang's neck.Hong Guang took advantage of the situation and touched his forehead: "Win!"

"Ah, oh, um..." Mingchen's ears turned red.

Hong Guang put him down and patted him on the back: "That's amazing, monitor of Ming University!"