Chapter 18

After listening to Zhang Mingyu's bet, Qin Ze's first reaction was not the anger of Zhao Ba Liang and others, but: I seem to have been routine.

It's no surprise that Zhang Mingyu appeared on the court, which can only be regarded as a coincidence, but it's intriguing to ask him to give up the place to play at the beginning, as well as the subsequent smashing incident, and then contact the matter that he hit Zhang Mingyu in the face in public a few days ago.

To sum up, Zhang Mingyu and his partners came to play happily, and then ran into Qin Ze, the enemy who hit the face, so he had a plan. The whole storm was linked with four words: "I want to pick a problem!"

This is revenge from the school grass.

Qin Ze has never been afraid to speculate about others with the worst intentions.

The arrow on the string has to be launched, and we can't shrink back when things come to an end.

Qin Ze thought for a moment and turned to his companions.

"I have no problem." Zhao Ba Liang is very loyal.

"Life and death depends on whether you don't agree." This is the reply of Liu Ziqiang, an Internet addict.

Lao Wang thought for a while and whispered, "Mom, now you can't recognize counsellors, otherwise we won't want to get a girl before college, so we can only change our left hand for our right hand."

Li Liang said, "in fact, I'm also counselled, but I can't lose face."

A guy in dormitory 304 hesitated and said, "they are all basketball teams. The founding emperor said, don't fight unprepared battles..."

Lao Wang stared: "tongziji, close your chrysanthemum, you shoot well, you have to play." He knows the way of stick and radish: "as long as you play, no matter win or lose, you don't have to pay back the 200 yuan you owe me."

Lao Wang is still very good at being a man. In this way, the popularity of dormitory 303 is about to explode for him.

The guy called tongziji patted his chest: "don't call Grandpa, call too Grandpa, and I will accompany him to the end."

In this way, the personnel quickly settled down, Qin Ze, Zhao Ba Liang, Liu Ziqiang, Lao Wang, tongziji.

Qin Ze looked directly at zhangmingyu: "rest for five minutes."

"Yes!" Zhangmingyu nodded and agreed.

The students who watched talked about it one after another. Zhangmingyu is a famous person. Who doesn't know him. Some people took out their mobile phones and posted a post on the campus network: "Zhang Mingyu duels with others on the court, shouting grandpa if he loses."

Also attached are several photos of Qin Ze and others confronting Zhang Mingyu.

This post was topped by the administrator, and a few minutes later, browsing and replies exploded.

"There is a picture and a truth. I believe it."

"Basketball court, right? Go right away."

"The old driver is going to race. Destination: basketball court."

"Drop, the hole is deep."

"Drop, social security card."

"Drop, old age card."

"Zhang Mingyu is a little noisy these days. She was beaten in the face not long ago, and she will play again today."

"Sit and wait for zhangmingyu to capsize in the gutter."

"It's impossible. You see, several people around him are from the basketball team. The several people opposite him are uneven in height, fat and thin. They can't do it at first sight, and the students in the middle of the station are very imposing..."

"Hey, I feel a little familiar with that figure alone."

"Upstairs +1, I also feel familiar."

"Ibid."

"Ibid."

“+10086”

"That... That, you see, is it Qin Ze? Face beating King Qin Ze."

Some people were not sure of the reply, and then with a picture of Qin Ze writing on the blackboard.

As soon as this picture is posted, the popularity of the post instantly rises to a new height.

"I'll go. It's really him."

"Ouch, Hello, is this boy against zhangmingyu?"

"A little hard, show respect."

"My wish is world peace... Ah bah, come again, my wish is to hit zhangmingyu in the face."

"My name is qinze. I bring salt for myself."

"Students, team up on the basketball court, let's go."

"Mom, I'm out of school and I can't go back. I'm asking for live broadcasting."

"I seem to smell a conspiracy, landlord, what's going on?"

The landlord is very happy that his post has been placed at the top, and has temporarily become the first hot post in the campus forum, Happy reply: "I'm on the basketball court, and they haven't started the game yet. Don't miss it when you pass by. Come and see the excitement. The leader asked the right person, and I played next to him. I witnessed the whole process of the event. The two sides had a quarrel because of playing basketball, which almost turned into a fight. Fortunately, both sides were quite rational, and they didn't really fight, otherwise they must be punished, or they may have to be expelled. But at this stage, everyone was unwilling to give in, so they decided to win the game with basketball Negative. The loser should admit his mistake and apologize, and shout to the winner: Grandpa, grandson is wrong. "

The people in the forum are excited again.

"The landlord just said it was intentional? Are you sure?"

"It's true. I saw it with my own eyes." The landlord sent a picture of "I swear by integrity".

"That is to say, zhangmingyu is deliberately picking fault. He is retaliating Qin Ze for hitting him in the face."

"Cao, zhangmingyu is really insidious, and vengeance will be rewarded."

"Without tolerance, big dogs are not good things."

"Only the state officials are allowed to set fire, and the people are not allowed to light the lights? Qin Ze hit Mingyu in the face of our family, and he is not allowed to fight back?"

"Yes, there are a bunch of rich men upstairs who deserve no girlfriend."

"Good Zhang Mingyu, long live Zhang Mingyu."

There was a quarrel in the forum, and the building quickly tilted.

Qin Ze and others sat under the basket, drinking drinks and recuperating. Their faces were calm, but the dialogue exposed their anxiety. Zhang Ba Liang looked around and whispered, "how do I feel that there are more and more people?"

"No." Li Liang rubbed the back of his head and showed his teeth.

"Look at the campus forum." Lao Wang handed Zhao Ba Liang his mobile phone.

Several people passed it on, and Zhao Ba Liang was stunned: "Damn, that wicked guy sent a post."

"This is to bake us on a campfire. If we lose, we will really lose our reputation and can't lift our heads." Liu Ziqiang's secluded way.

There are more and more onlookers, crowding the basketball court. With the passage of time, the number is still increasing.

The boy chicken was fearless: "what are you afraid of when your dead eggs are facing the sky?"

"Of course it doesn't matter to you. You're a nobody. You'll lose face if you lose face. Who knows you?" Lao Wang rolled his eyes. "The most humiliating thing is Qin Ze. He is the protagonist of the incident. This is Zhang Mingyu's revenge. If you are really forced to shout Grandpa, it is much harder than slapping face in class."

Everyone looked at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze had no expression. His eyes swept through the excited audience outside the field, Zhang Mingyu and others in the distance, and finally his companions' faces. At this moment, his heart suddenly surged, his blood was passionate, and he couldn't help singing: "run forward to meet the cold eyes and ridicule

How can we feel the vastness of life without suffering

Fate can't make us kneel down and beg for mercy

Even if the blood is spilled in my arms

Continue to run with the pride of a child. "

This is the song he heard from the points mall. At this moment, he felt it.

Walk forward, walk forward, face coldness and ridicule, and ignore setbacks and difficulties.

No one is born weak, and small people also have small people's screams and growls.

Zhao Ba Liang suddenly became hot blooded, clenched his fists, burst his blue tendons, and raised his hair with a roar.

"Run forward, facing coldness and ridicule." Lao Wang suddenly stood up.

"I want to be supernatural." Liu Ziqiang hit the basketball rack with a punch.

Tongziji said, "paralysis, the basketball team is great, the school grass is great, in front of 200 yuan, it's all floating clouds."

The game begins!