With the score so close, Class 11 has no hope of winning.
Since they were going to lose anyway, the students from Class 11 exchanged glances.
The five of them huddled together, intentionally or unintentionally squeezing closer to Guan Shengye.
Yi Mu received the pass, pushed off with his feet, and jumped up to shoot, when he suddenly found that the opposing team had surrounded Guan Shengye.
He had good eyesight and clearly saw the boy who had pushed him earlier take something out of his pocket.
It's a knife!
It was just a regular basketball game, and they actually brought knives onto the court. These people are insane.
Yi Mu threw the basketball in his hand at the boy.
The boy was thrown forward by the force of the impact.
When the time was up, the teacher blew a whistle and announced that the experimental class had won the competition.
Cheers erupted from the stage, clearly indicating that the experimental class was more popular among the students.
Guan Shengye picked up the fruit knife that had fallen from the ground and walked over to the person who had fallen.
The skill with which he manipulated the knife handle between his five fingers was dazzling.
"Kid, you dare to draw your knife in front of me? You're tired of living!"
Stopping what he was doing, Guan Shengye shoved the knife into the boy's crotch.
The boy screamed in fright and quickly dodged backward. The tip of the knife narrowly touched the ground, only five centimeters from his thigh.
Guan Shengye sneered, stood up, and met the face of the leader of Class 11.
"May I have your name?"
The leader had already realized that Guan Shengye was no ordinary person, and he remained strong and calm: "Who are you? Why should I tell you?"
Guan Shengye looked down at him condescendingly, his voice carrying a warning: "I have no interest in knowing what kind of thing you are."
But here's a piece of advice: stay away from Imurers in the future.
If I ever see you near him again, I'll fucking kill you!
He started interacting with bigwigs from all walks of life after his father when he was thirteen, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people tremble.
Not to mention ordinary high school students, even the seasoned veterans in the gang would give him a wide berth when they saw him.
The boss was so nervous under Guan Shengye's gaze that his heart was about to burst. He couldn't back down in front of his subordinates, or he would lose face terribly.
Just as they were getting anxious, the bell rang, and the group from Class 11 retreated.
The eldest brother breathed a sigh of relief and was about to retreat when Guan Shengye grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, saying, "I'm asking you a question, are you deaf?"
Guan Shengye's aura was too intimidating, as if if he didn't respond, he would only be beaten up.
The leader could only reluctantly nod.
The students from Class 11 left the field, and there should have been a celebratory lift after their victory.
Unfortunately, everyone had some kind of injury from being bumped or kicked, so they could only slap each other and call it a day.
The girls from the experimental class ran onto the basketball court to hand out water and towels.
Guan Shengye unscrewed a bottle of water that someone had handed him and poured it all over his head.
Most of the female classmates surrounded Yi Mu.
Some people looked at the bruises on his arm and cursed the boys in Class 11 for being crazy and reckless; some wiped Yi Mu's sweat with wet wipes; and others held up mineral water bottles to feed Yi Mu water.
They treated him like a baby.
Guan Shengye found it amusing.
Jian Yiying, who handed him a towel, said sourly, "He's not the one who contributes the most on the field, so why does everyone revolve around him?"
Guan Shengye frowned, finding her talkativeness annoying, and he was about to speak.
Then Yun Tong retorted, "Are you blind? Didn't you see that more than half of the shots on the court were made by Yi Mu?"
Jian Yiying was already jealous because Guan Shengye protected Yi Mu from every angle on the court, and hearing her words made her even more uncomfortable.
She retorted sarcastically, "If Guan Shengye hadn't played in the second half, how many goals could Yi Mu have scored?"
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