After hearing Zhang Mingyu's bet, Qin Ze's first reaction was not the anger of Zhao Baliang and the others, but that he seemed to have been tricked.
Zhang Mingyu's appearance on the court was not strange. It could only be considered a coincidence. However, from the initial request to give up the court, the subsequent smashing incident, and the incident of him slapping Zhang Mingyu's face in public a few days ago, it was intriguing.
To sum it up, Zhang Mingyu and his friends came to play basketball happily. Then, they bumped into Qin Ze, so they came up with a plan. The whole thing could be summed up in four words: "I'm going to stir up trouble!"
This was the revenge of the school hunk.
Qin Ze had never been afraid of speculating the worst intentions of others.
The arrow on the bow had to be shot. When the time came, there was no backing down.
Qin Ze thought for a moment and turned to look at his friends.
"I'm fine with it." Zhao Baliang was very loyal.
"Let's talk about life and death. If you don't agree, let's do it." This was the reply of the Internet addict Liu Ziqiang.
Old Wang thought for a moment and whispered, "Damn it, we can't admit defeat now. Otherwise, we won't be able to get a girl before college. We can only switch hands."
Li Liang said, "Actually, I'm scared too. But we can't lose face."
A guy from Room 304 hesitated and said, "They're all on the basketball team. The founding emperor said not to fight an unprepared battle …"
Old Wang glared at him. "Tong Ziji, shut your ass. You're good at shooting. You have to play." He said, "As long as you play, no matter if you win or lose, you don't have to pay me back the 200 yuan you owe me."
Old Wang was very good at dealing with people. In this way, the people in Room 303 liked him very much.
Tong Ziji patted his chest and said, "Don't mention grandpa. I'll even call you great-grandpa."
In this way, the members were quickly settled. Qin Ze, Zhao Baliang, Liu Ziqiang, Old Wang, and Tong Ziji.
Qin Ze looked at Zhang Mingyu and said, "Take a five-minute break."
"Okay!" Zhang Mingyu nodded.
The surrounding students were talking about it. Zhang Mingyu was a famous person. Everyone knew him. Someone even took out his mobile phone and posted a post on the campus network: "Zhang Mingyu duels with others on the court. The loser calls him grandpa."
There were also a few photos attached, showing the confrontation between Qin Ze and Zhang Mingyu.
This post was pinned to the top by the moderator. A few minutes later, the number of views and replies skyrocketed.
"There are pictures and the truth. I believe you."
"Basketball court, right? I'll be right there."
"Old Driver is going to race. Destination: Basketball court."
"Beep, Acupoint is stuck."
"Beep, social security card."
"Beep, elderly card."
"Zhang Mingyu has been a bit noisy these days. Not long ago, he was slapped in the face, and today he wants to compete with someone."
"Let's wait for Zhang Mingyu to fail miserably."
"That's impossible. Look, the people around him are all from the basketball team. The few students opposite him are all uneven in height and weight. They don't look good at all. Only the student standing in the middle has a decent aura … "
"Eh? Am I the only one who thinks that back looks familiar?"
"+ 1, I also feel that it's very familiar."
"Ditto."
"Ditto."
“+10086”
"That … that, look, is that Qin Ze? Face Slapping King Qin Ze. "
Someone replied with uncertainty and then attached a picture of Qin Ze's back as he wrote on the blackboard.
As soon as this picture was posted, the popularity of the post instantly rose to a new height.
"Damn, it's really him."
"Hey, is this guy and Zhang Mingyu going against each other?"
"Slightly stiffening to show respect."
"My wish is world peace … Bah, let's start again. My wish is to slap Zhang Mingyu's face."
"My name is Qin Ze. I bring salt for myself."
"Students, let's team up and go to the basketball court."
"Damn, I'm outside the school. I can't make it back. Please do a livestream."
"I smell a conspiracy. Leader, what's going on?"
The original poster was very happy that his post was pinned at the top and temporarily became the most popular post on the campus forum. He replied happily, "I'm at the basketball court. They haven't started the game yet. Don't miss it. Come and watch the fun. The original poster asked the right person. I was playing basketball next to him and witnessed the whole thing. Because of basketball, the two sides quarreled and almost fought. Fortunately, they were rational and didn't really fight. Otherwise, they would definitely be punished, and maybe even expelled. But now that things have come to this, no one is willing to back down, so they decided to decide the winner with basketball. The loser has to admit his mistake, apologize, and call the winner: Grandpa, I'm sorry. "
The people on the forum were excited again.
"Did the original poster say it was intentional? Are you sure? "
"It's absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes." The original poster posted a picture of "I swear on my integrity."
"That is to say, Zhang Mingyu is deliberately looking for trouble. He is taking revenge on Qin Ze for slapping him in the face. "
"Damn, Zhang Mingyu is really insidious. He will seek revenge for the smallest grievance."
"He has no tolerance. Rich people are not good people."
"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps? Qin Ze slapped our Mingyu's face, and we are not allowed to fight back? "
"That's right, that's right. A bunch of nerds who hate rich people upstairs. They deserve to have no girlfriend."
"Zhang Mingyu is good. Long live Zhang Mingyu."
There was a lot of quarreling in the forum, and it quickly went off topic.
Qin Ze and the others sat under the basket, drinking and resting. Their faces were calm, but their words exposed the anxiety in their hearts. Zhang Baliang looked around and whispered, "Why do I feel that there are more and more people?"
"I don't think so." Li Liang rubbed the back of his head and grimaced.
"Take a look at the campus forum." Old Wang handed his phone to Zhao Baliang.
They passed it around, and Zhao Baliang was dumbfounded. "Damn, that wicked guy posted it."
"He's roasting us on a bonfire. If we lose, our reputation will be ruined, and we won't be able to raise our heads again," Liu Ziqiang said faintly.
More and more people came to watch, and the basketball court was packed. As time passed, the number of people was still increasing.
Tong Ziji was unafraid. "What's there to be afraid of?"
"Of course you don't care. You're just a nobody. If you lose face, so be it. Who knows who you are?" Old Wang rolled his eyes. "The most embarrassing one is Qin Ze. He is the main character of this incident. This is Zhang Mingyu's revenge. If he is really forced to call him grandpa, it will be much worse than being slapped in the face in class. "
Everyone looked at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze was expressionless. He glanced at the excited audience outside the court, at Zhang Mingyu and the others who were eyeing him covetously in the distance, and finally at his companions' faces. At this moment, he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. He could not help but sing, "Running forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule
How can the vastness of life be felt without suffering
Fate can't make us kneel and beg for mercy
Even if blood is spilled all over the arms
Keep running, with the pride of a pure child. "
This was a song he heard from the points store. At this moment, he sang it with emotion.
Go forward, go forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule, ignoring setbacks and difficulties.
No one was born weak. Small people also had their own roars and roars.
Zhao Baliang suddenly felt his blood boiling. He clenched his fists, and blue veins popped out. He raised his head and let out a roar.
"Run forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule." Old Wang stood up suddenly.
"I want to surpass God." Liu Ziqiang punched the basketball hoop.
Tong Ziji said, "F * ck, the basketball team is great, the school beau is great, but in front of 200 yuan, they are all fleeting clouds."
The game began!
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