Guan Shengye looked at the field following the features in the photo. Both sides had finished warming up and had already taken their positions.
Who is that guy in the number 3 jersey on the other side?
Guan Shengye saw that person bump into Yi Mu, and the action looked intentional.
Two boys from the experimental class immediately glared at him, but Yi Mu stopped them.
Yun Tong frowned. "He's the leader of Class 11. He bullies his classmates because he has a lot of people around him. Nobody dares to stand up to him."
He recently developed a crush on the prettiest girl in Class 5, but she likes Yi Mu, so he holds a grudge against Yi Mu.
Guan Shengye raised an eyebrow, his lips twitched, and a cold smile curved his lips: "He's that good?"
Yun Tong hummed in agreement: "His brother used to be the head of the county high school, and I heard he's involved in organized crime now."
With this connection, no one dared to offend him; they all avoided him.
The former leader of the county high-ranking officials?
Guan Shengye remembered that at a banquet a month ago, Feng Motang had recommended a man to him.
The old man casually mentioned that the man used to be the boss of the county high school.
His subordinates are now efficient, quick-witted, and talented.
Regardless of whether that person was talented or not, from this moment on, Guan Shengye has lost the right to contact the higher-ups of the Ten Thousand People Gang.
While they were talking, the match had already begun.
Taking advantage of their height, the opposing team jumped up, seized the opportunity to inbound the ball, and brought it to the experimental class's basket.
The opponent's offensive was fierce, and their methods were very dirty.
After being blocked, he used his elbow to hit the experimental class player and then took the opportunity to make a layup.
The person who was hit was B. Yi Mu was diagonally behind him and walked up to him, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
B clutched his chest, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and shook his head with a forced smile: "It's okay, I can still manage."
In the first half, the experimental class only scored two baskets, both three-pointers made by Yi Mu. The rest were all stolen by the experimental class using various means.
After B was hit the first time, he was constantly being contested, and even the team members' attempts to protect him were ineffective.
In a class team, there are no substitutes.
B didn't want to lose to Class 11, so she was practically floating on her feet, but she still forced herself to keep going.
Yi Mu was also kicked twice in the calf, and it stung painfully.
He glanced at the score: 23-6.
The students in the experimental class had all been hit and kicked to varying degrees, and their strength was almost completely depleted.
After the first half, Yimu was ready to concede defeat.
He had no connection with the class beauty from Class 5. Losing was just a loss of face; he couldn't let these kids get hurt.
With one minute left in the first half, the five players put their hands together for a final cheer.
The leader of Class 11 walked up to Yi Mu, and with a rough, rascal-like expression, said to Yi Mu: "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat. Don't wait until you get beaten up and then come crying for mercy."
Yi Mu wiped his face, a look of disgust on his brow: "Just talk, why are you spitting?"
He's very particular about cleanliness. It's one thing for him to get all sweaty from playing ball, but getting sprayed with saliva is really disgusting.
The disgust on Yi Mu's face was so deep that the leader of Class 11 was so angry that he jumped up and down.
If we weren't on the court right now, I would definitely punch him in the pretty face.
"You sissy, I'll teach you a lesson later!"
As he spoke, he spat out several streams of saliva, making Yi Mu feel disgusted, and he quickly moved aside.
In the final minute, the experimental class failed to turn the tide, and the cheers from the stands grew much weaker.
Yi Mu was quite calm; he was going to lose anyway.
As the opponent scored another goal, Yi Mu rubbed his shoulders and silently counted down in his mind.
Three, two, one.
Suddenly, a powerful collision came from the side, and Yi Mu, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground.
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