Qing Ben Jiaren how to attack

Chapter 22: Fighting for Happiness

In the temporary pergola, the principals of the two schools were drinking tea leisurely and talking happily, not paying any attention to the venomous eyes of the students below.

"Wow! Sister-in-law? There is sister-in-law!"

Among the surging crowd, it was unknown who was the first to boo. Suddenly, all the cheers and slogans could not be heard, followed by overwhelming screams.

"Sister-in-law is so handsome!"

"Hey, do our gods look like Xiaoshou? Are you kidding me?" The children of the Sixth Middle School retorted dissatisfiedly, thinking about how bold and powerful their masters are in the Sixth Middle School!No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it!

"That's right, I think Qiao Cheng is more like it!" A boy crossed his arms and looked at Qiao Cheng in the basketball court with contempt in his eyes.

"Fuck! How dare you slander our boss?"

"Why are you arguing? You said your boss didn't talk about you. What's the matter? Can't you fight?"

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Meng Zifan wiped the sweat off his forehead speechlessly, and with a slanted eye, he saw a smug smile on Qiao Cheng's face, pouted and pressed his elbow hard against his arm.

Being attacked suddenly, Qiao Cheng was not angry, but the smile on his face was even bigger, looking at Meng Zifan's cute little moves dotingly, he really wanted to eat him in one bite.She couldn't help wrapping her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly in her arms.

The old faces of the two people in the arbor were a bit unresponsive. The two who were still drinking tea and chatting were almost stimulated to spray the tea in their mouths on each other. Principal Shenghua, who has always been vigorous and vigorous, took the microphone and roared angrily: " Shut up, don't make yourself unhappy!"

The principal is majestic!

The huge playground was instantly quiet, and it was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

"The matter of Qiao Cheng and Meng Zifan, the principal of No. [-] Middle School and I hope that you will stop it in moderation. After all, you are the pride of Shenghua and No. [-] Middle School, and also a role model for the students of the two schools. Don't let the reputation of the two schools be discredited because of you two!"

Meng Zifan was so wronged that he wanted to speak out to clarify his innocence, but Qiao Cheng covered his mouth, so he could only stare at him fiercely and resist with a "huh".

"Isn't the principal always advocating democracy and freedom?" Qiao Cheng asked without showing any weakness, covering Meng Zifan's mouth with one hand.

"So what?"

"Then shouldn't you handle the matter between me and Meng Zifan openly and give us freedom?"

"Joke, how can this be confused?"

"I like Mencius Fan!"

"It's bullshit!"

"I know in my heart whether I'm messing around or not!" Qiao Cheng let go of Meng Zifan's hand, and pulled him into his arms.

The audience gasped. Sure enough, Shenghua's Qiaocheng is indeed a myth. The only person who can stand up to Principal Shenghua so boldly is Qiaocheng.Who doesn't know that Principal Shenghua is the father-in-law of the mayor of S City, there are probably not many people who dare to provoke him, and he, Qiao Cheng, is such a person who is not afraid of death.

"Let's make a deal." Holding the restless Mencius Fan with one arm, he said with a firm face, "Let Mencius Fan represent No. 50 Middle School, and Bai Yicheng represent Shenghua. The two will fight each other. [-] balls will determine the winner. Whoever gets more than half wins, if Mencius wins, you don't have to interfere with us, if he loses, I will never have anything to do with him!"

"What good does it do me if he wins?"

He lost, of course it would be great for him, but if he wins, what's the deal?

"Don't worry, it will definitely be beneficial."

Hmph, even if Mencius Fan had that strength, he might win?It's [-]% impossible. This is an opportunity for him to get rid of Qiaocheng. Of course he can't win. He should be happy, but he can't be happy. Why?

"Meng Zifan! Don't forget what you promised me." An abrupt female voice sounded from the auditorium.

Mencius Fan took a closer look, Qiao Qiao? ! !How could he forget about her!To be honest, he is not afraid of Qiao Cheng, but he is not afraid of Qiao Qiao!So fine!

"Bai Yicheng, Meng Zifan, what do you mean?"

"I have no objection." Bai Yicheng, who was named inexplicably, could have any objection. This is the perfect opportunity for Meng Zifan to leave Qiaocheng.

Meng Zifan was immersed in the inner struggle, feeling the sudden force of the arms holding him, pulling him back to reality, looking at the tenderness in his eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, even the sentence "I agree" was inexplicably popped out.

"Must win!" She kissed his smooth face lightly and whispered in his ear half bewitchingly.

Mencius Fan nodded in a strange way.

The crowd was also in a commotion, and they all stood up excitedly, shouting slogans.

After the two were in their positions, following the referee's whistle, Bai Yicheng easily grabbed the ball with incredible speed, and Meng Zifan did not show any weakness. He followed him and chased after him. When he saw the timing, he slapped the ball with his right hand, and the ball smoothly escaped from Bai Yicheng's Controlling, skillfully dribbling the ball, running towards the basket.

"Damn it!" He cursed secretly, and chased after him.

Meng Zifan jumped easily, threw the ball into the basket steadily, turned his head and made a face at Bai Yicheng, his veins popped out of anger, and he gritted his teeth.

Seeing that Meng Zifan played so easily, Qiao Cheng's first team couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

The game was still going on tensely. Meng Zifan felt that his opponent was very strong, so he raised his relaxed vigilance again, calmed down, and started to play seriously.

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Because I have to read, I can only have one chapter a day in the future.Oh, sorry.

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