Chapter 327 Inter-school competition, still missing the nine palaces (updated)
Different from the complex atmosphere of the stadium, in No. 1 Middle School, teams with school uniforms of different colors occupy half of the sky.
The students held the cheering sticks and banners prepared for their respective school teams, and shouted passionately and enthusiastically.
The entire school grounds are full of hormones.
"Brother He, is she still here?"
The teenagers in the school team stared at the severe fighting situation in the ring, frowning so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death.
"This group of guys from No. 4 High School didn't know how to train. They were like iron fighters. Suddenly they became much better!"
Another member of the school team also spoke.
"That's right, their strength is stronger than the previous one! Compared with half of the people who have gone so far, we only won two games, and the score is seriously behind!"
On the not-so-big arena in the school grounds, there were only a few people, and members of the No. 1 Middle School were fighting against the No. 4 Middle School. The battle was fierce.
But it can be seen with the naked eye that the first center is not hostile to the opponent, and is still losing points.
The situation is grim.
Rao Ye He didn't expect that the No. 4 Middle School would be aggressive this time. Compared with the previous inter-school competition, the strength had improved so much by leaps and bounds.
It's like Jiang Wei, who suddenly increased his strength, but it's very different from him—the strength of this group of people doesn't seem to come from a down-to-earth cycle, but more like a sudden understanding Or skills, and the ability to burst out.
"boom-"
On the stage, someone was kicked out and landed heavily on the edge of the ring. It was only a few points before they fell off the ring.
is at stake.
"Qi Yu!"
The members of No. 1 middle school stared at the person who was about to fall and struggled, and stuck to the surface of the ring without falling, and exclaimed.
Exhaled a long breath, the boy called Qi Yu turned over, left this disturbing and dangerous zone, and re-entered a certain distance, which was able to avoid this risk.
"I'm fine!"
He was short of breath, but he still turned around and said something, followed by entangled with the players from No. 4 High School opposite.
Seeing that the people were fine, they let out a sigh of relief. Below, the people from No. 1 Middle School were holding cheering sticks, and after the relief, they cheered hard again.
"Brother He, you said... Did we just lose?"
The inch-headed boy looked at the situation on the stage. The No. 1 middle school players had been suppressed from the beginning to being suppressed everywhere. It was already faintly felt that the hope of winning this game was extremely slim.
He lowered his eyes, and his tail was stained with a little sleepiness.
Watching the competition on the stage without blinking, Ye He frowned seriously, "Don't say such despondent words, even if we lose, it will be worth losing. How do you know that you can't do it if you don't fight until the last moment?"
"But..." the teenagers hesitated to speak.
Ye He looked over: "But what?"
"But we... still lack one person..." The team member pursed his lips, exhaled slowly, and reminded him: "Brother He, for one-on-one fights, our team is short of one person, and when no one goes up, it will be regarded as a waiver .”
The person who spoke took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter whether points are deducted or not, but those guys from No. 4 Middle School have always been unforgiving. The incompleteness of our team will not only invite their public humiliation, but most importantly, it may also It will cause a loss of face in the No. 1 Middle School, and it will chill the hearts of the students who cheer for us..."
Someone squirmed their lips, but still opened their mouth slightly: "How about... let's try to contact her and see if she can come back before the last match?"
The person next to him shook his head: "You thought it was a small game that ended so easily? The one who fought against Gong Jiuhan was a member of the elite team. It will definitely not be resolved in a while!"
"That's right, let's not talk about winning or not, even if Jiuyin wins, it will take time to get back. A game takes three minutes, and we don't have many games to wait..."
The boys in school uniforms of the same color fell silent.
Ye He's lips formed a straight line, and he was silent for a moment.
When he was looking for Gong Jiuhan, he had considered this matter, but compared to finding a low-level fixed teammate, Gong Jiuhan, a big-witted wandering figure, would be more important.
and…
"I won't contact Jiuyin." He opened his mouth.
The team members fell silent again after hearing this.
Ye He is speaking the truth. Being capable does not mean losing judgment in the face of a choice that can be seen at a glance.
Compared with the national weight competition, the recreational competition between schools seems like a feather.
The breathing in the chest cavity turned, and there was no extraneous look in Ye He's eyes: "It is true that I mishandled the matter of recruiting school team members. Anyway, I should have found another substitute at that time. It was my oversight. After the game , I will solemnly apologize to all the students in the school."
Whether the inter-school competition is big or small, it is related to the honor and disgrace of the whole school, and he should bear the responsibility for his own small mistakes.
As long as he said it, no one would blame him for his absence.
Students are pure and true, and they know how to judge when they are wrong or right.
"However, we can't turn our incompetence into shackles and impose it on others." He paused and then said, "Because I forced Gong Jiuan to join the school team, she has no obligation to pay for my oversight."
We cannot impose our own incompetence as a shackle on others...
The **** and realistic facts were revealed mercilessly by Ye He, and the faces of the teenagers turned pale for a moment.
But my heart was shocked.
The inch-headed boy clenched his fists with five fingers and squeezed them hard. He looked at Ye He with a look that changed from uneasiness to firmness: "Yes, Brother He, you are right. We can't blame others like this. Gong Jiu silently stood up for us in the arenas all over the country. The No. 1 Middle School strives for glory, and in inter-school competitions, we can also stand shoulder to shoulder with her to win honor for the school!"
"Yes! Even if we lose, we will lose standing up!"
As long as you stand upright, it doesn't matter if your body falls down.
"It's human nature to win or lose in the arena, and it's not like we haven't lost before!"
"Brother He, don't disturb Jiuan anymore, although we are not in the same arena, we are still fighting side by side!"
Although the defeat was a glorious moment, they also lived a lot. How could they be so discouraged because of being suppressed this time.
That is not the style of their first middle school students.
Soon, the sluggish school team members changed their expressions one after another. Although they were dignified, they lacked a lot of that sluggish look.
There are eight members of the school team. The inter-school competition is a team. Each pair of players will play three rounds, with a sentence of three minutes and a one-minute break during the period.
More than half of the game has passed, and more than half of the people who have participated in the game have been removed, but the score here is still not optimistic.
In the preparation area under the stage, Ye He watched the sparring above, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Three games, so far, only three games have been won by No. 1 Middle School.
And this is already the sixth game, and it seems that the situation is not optimistic. The players of No. 1 Middle School have a faint tendency to lose.
Still stubbornly standing on the ring.
The score was seriously unbalanced, and the four outperformed too much. After all, they had almost no chance of coming back.
He will play in the next game. If there is no Gong Jiuhan, this will be the last match between No. 1 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School.
If he wants to tie the score, he can only keep scoring points within nine minutes of three rounds after going up.
This difficulty... is undoubtedly great.
Moreover, as far as the opponents are facing now, as the existence of the No. 4 Lieutenant Colonel after Jiang Wei, the chance that he will keep scoring points in his hands is only 60%.
He let out a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.
Sixty percent... If there are no accidents, it should be enough.
The next best thing is to get a tie with the No. 4 middle school team, which is enough.
Just as he was thinking about this seriously, suddenly something came straight towards his shoulder, accompanied by a clear shout in his ear:
"Go on!"
The body was one step faster than the brain, and reacted quickly to the sudden situation. He leaned back slightly sideways, and raised his hand to catch the water bottle that was vacated.
Turning around and looking, Song Zixi was walking towards him through the temporary fence line with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a water bottle.
This is the missing update last night~
(end of this chapter)