Seeing that the counselors have said so, other class cadres have also unified their opinions and agreed to take on this challenge letter from the financial college class 1.

At the end of the meeting, sun Bai explained to Yehong, "Ye Yun, as the monitor, this matter must be well organized."

Night Hong nods lightly.

...

in a flash of time, the badminton competition date agreed in the challenge letter - the morning of the Saturday of that week.

Yehong with the students, came to the agreed indoor gymnasium in the West District of the school.

In order to cheer up the contestants, the students from the archaeological class also went together.

But when we arrived at the indoor gymnasium, people in the archaeology class were shocked.

There were at least four or five hundred people sitting in the audience.

Casually pull a few people to ask, only then knew that they are the Finance Institute, today specially comes to the financial management class 1 refuels.

In comparison, only 30 or so archaeologists were submerged in the audience.

"Shit, is it necessary to exaggerate?"

Guo Huang's mouth twitched: "the opposite is to call all the people from the financial college, right?

Bullying no one in our department of archaeology? "

What's more, the headache for the students of archaeology class is still to come.

Entering the field, they found several cameras and several reporters dressed up on the sidelines.

"Lu city TV, Huangming sports, egret news... Are all famous TV platforms in egret city!"

There is a girl who often reads the news and reads out the origin of these reporters uneasily.

"Wait! It's not going to be on TV today, is it? "

This series of big battles made people more and more uneasy.

Night Hong eyebrow micro Cu, but looked at the other side of the field of the team, that is to fight their financial management class 1.

Sure enough, he saw Cao Zihao in it.

Cao Zihao showed a faint sneer at Yehong.

Sure enough, it is likely that Cao Zihao started the game again.

It's no wonder that the College of finance will focus on the archaeology class.

There's nothing fishy about it. Yehong doesn't believe it.

Is to night Hong can not help but stay a heart.

"Keke --"

in the middle of the venue, a young boy wearing a black T-shirt and holding a whistle picked up a loudspeaker and yelled: "Hello, everyone, I'm the referee of the freshman badminton friendly competition, and Luo shaocong, director of the sports department of the student union of Jiangdu."

He glanced at both sides of the field, and said with no expression: "please register with me the contestants from both sides."

This badminton friendship match is divided into men's singles, women's singles and mixed doubles.

According to the original plan, the archaeological class intends to send rekza and Taoran to participate in the competition.

But since aware of the game is likely to be greasy, Yehong then pulled on rekza.

"Third, I'll do it."

Rekza and Taoran look at Ye Hong with some doubts, but after seeing his serious expression, they know what ye Hong should have planned.

Two people did not have a bit of complaint, decisively let rekza change to night Hong.

In this way, night Hong took Tao Ran to Luo shaocong and went there.

At the same time, a man and a woman from the financial management class 1 also came.

Seeing their figures, Tao Ran's expression suddenly changed.

"It's not right. They are not financial class 1!"