Chapter 390

Muchen curled his mouth. He thought the candidate didn't have to train.

He glanced at Ling Jue and found that he kept up with him, as if he had no idea about training.

A group of people came to the playground. Fortunately, the venue was very large, and several classes began to train.

After all, training for so many days is to take a weekend off.

"Let's go to the corner there. The front is occupied." Qi night touched his chin and looked at the basketball court in the distance.

They walked along, and the other classes saw class A1 with their eyes shining.

Maybe Ling Jue is more prominent in this group, so when she just passed class A2 rebounds, a basketball hit her head straight.

"Be careful!" Muchen walked behind him, a little surprised in his eyes.

Lingjue's eyes are dim. She reaches out and catches the basketball.

The ball was spinning at her fingertips, and she gave a faint look at the man who had hit it.

-- mu Aonan, the youngest son of Mu lianrun, the second brother of Mu Xueling.

"Oh, who is that? Isn't it my cousin? " Dusk Aonan came over, with a proud face.

Ling Jue stops the action of fingertip, the basketball in her hand revolves in her hand, and smashes it with one effort.

At dusk, Aonan is shocked. It's too late to escape.

Directly hit by that basketball, he fell to the ground, and his face suddenly became more blue and purple.

Lingjue glanced at him lightly, and his voice joked, "maybe I'm too handsome. I want to be a relative of any cat or dog."

When he finished, he left class A2 with a figure.

Mu Chen looks at mu Aonan in surprise, and then follows Ling Jue. She sighs a little. Ling Jue seems to be a very powerful person.

A smile came up from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he became interested.

"Lingjue! You wait for me! " At dusk, Aonan gets up and roars at lingjue.

He always embarrasses him. He must be called Dad in the basketball game!

"Brother Nan, lingjue has a feud with you?" His classmates have some questions.

Mu Aonan stares at the other end with grim eyes, "well, he killed my cousin, and I must make him worse!"

A man quickly went forward and said, "that's too much! Nange, I have some hatred with Lu yilie in their class. In this basketball game, class A1 is losing face, thinking that good study will make them look down on others. "

Mu Aonan patted him on the shoulder, rubbed his aching face with one hand, and looked at class A1 over there in a grim tone. "Bai Yao, we can't lose to class A1 this time. Our class is a student of culture and sports. Even if we're not as good at basketball as they are, how can we mix in school later? Class A1 is very deceiving!"

"Yes!"

"Nange, you are our captain. We will listen to you in the future."

"Good!" Dusk Aonan sneers at the basketball at his feet, lingjue! I remember the shame you gave me! I'll double it back to you later!

……

Lingjue didn't care about the adoration of class A1. She glanced at Qiye lightly. "I'm only a candidate."

Qi night mouth corner a smoke, this boy how with the Lord so arrogant Jiao, obviously has so formidable technology, but only does the alternate.

Qi night looked at him suspiciously. "Don't you want class A1 to win?"

"I'm just waiting." Ling Jue took the basketball next to her. "You go there and play. Some of our alternates are playing here."

Qi Ye: "..."

Lu yilie looked at him admiringly. "Mr. Jue, from today on, you are the most adored person except my uncle."