"Justice! It is the justice of most people!!"

Long Qingyun's eyes put heavy pressure on everyone.

The powerful voice seemed to be a thrilling cry, or a whisper of a kind father.

The kind of advice that the old father was helpless and pretended to be calm and complained when facing his son who was about to be shot.

Everyone in Xintian No. 1 Middle School looked at the young man with fear. After the other party turned around and left, everyone found that they were actually scared by this short man...

These sports students are all tall and big, with a significantly stronger physique than ordinary people, but when a group of people confronted Long Qingyun, they were like dogs staring at by tigers.

Zhang Yueyue was frightened, and Long Qingyun was even more terrifying than her father.

A senior sister looked at her companion with an incredible expression, and she urgently needed someone to pull her back to reality.

"Is he crazy?"

The person next to him quickly recovered, and Qu Songyang quickly said: "Who would believe his nonsense! It must be bragging!"

"Long Qingyun is going to talk to the people from Taoyuan Middle School!" Zhang Yeyue stared at Long Qingyun tightly.

Intuition tells her that the short guy is definitely not easy!!

The people from Xintian No. 1 Middle School collectively arrived at the resting place, and everyone was staring at the situation on Long Qingyun's side.

Soon the people from Taoyuan Middle School looked at Xintian No. 1 Middle School and then continued to negotiate with Long Qingyun.

Within a few minutes, both sides nodded and then officially started the competition.

During the single-player competition, Long Qingyun and the male players of Taoyuan No. 1 Middle School went to the resting place of another middle school together.

Qu Songyang and others looked at Long Qingyun's figure uneasily.

The single-player competition seems to be no longer important. Whether it is the audience in the audience or the other middle school teachers and students, they are all watching Long Qingyun.

The stage has changed long ago.

But for a few people, the center of the stage has never changed.

In a safe passage in the stadium, a group of people dressed in knights were quietly watching the other side.

A handsome young man holding a sword said, "What are Long Qingyun going to do again."

The speaker is the descendant of the hero's sword and the champion hero.

Guan Yingxiong’s junior sister Guan Guihua quickly said: “Senior Brother, what is Long Qingyun going to do? The distance is too far and there are many people here, so I can’t hear it.”

The hero of the crown had not spoken yet, and a man next to him holding a sword in his right hand and holding his hands in front of him to watch the fun speak.

Wang Muzhou said: "That guy has an abnormal mind. He must be fair to the boy who was injured before. I thought that guy would fight with the wild boy, but I didn't expect that he would just look for him."

Guan Guihua is full of doubts.

These people came to watch Long Qingyun's performance.

First of all, both the champion hero and Wang Muzhou were smashed by Long Qingyun, and their swords were forced by Long Qingyun, so they were always curious about what kind of strength Long Qingyun was.

Usually, Long Qingyun is in school, so they don’t have the chance to find Long Qingyun. This time, they knew that Long Qingyun was going to participate in a tennis competition, so they came together.

I originally thought that since it was a tennis match, Long Qingyun must use his martial arts skills, so that he could see clearly Long Qingyun's martial arts school.

But I didn't expect that Long Qingyun did not show his strength in the preliminary round, and now in this competition, things have started to happen again.

The mature and stern Guan Jiying looked solemn, "That kid is definitely not easy to mess with. If he wants to cause trouble, it is definitely not a trivial matter!"

Several people agreed with this statement because the atmosphere in the stadium is already very different!

The main players of several other junior high school mixed competitions gathered at Long Qingyun, as if they were discussing something as if they were having a meeting.

The strong negotiation ability, clear and clear logical thinking, as well as the grasp of people's hearts and unique personal charm have allowed the people present to see the powerful appeal that can only be seen in the Biography of Wang Lanling!

Zhang Yeyue clenched her fists. Compared to Long Qingyun's unfathomable magical skills, she was even more afraid of this strange method that was obviously in the autumn sun, but it was like falling into the cold palace!

He should be a popular figure in this competition and a star who is noticed by the audience, but at this moment he seemed to be isolated by everyone and exiled to a deadly place far away from the world.

The depressing atmosphere now is already very obvious. It is not only Zhang Yeyue’s own affairs, but something that everyone at Xintian No. 1 Middle School can feel at this time!

The team leader Gu Zhixin's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his feet were trembling.

He finally realized that it was obviously an absolutely impossible thing, but someone could do it easily!

The official competition is not important at all. In fact, whether it is the audience, the commentator, or the senior officials of the sports bureau who are solemnly sitting on the sideliness, or even the county magistrates, have no intention of watching any game.

"The second game ends... Longcheng No. 1 Middle School narrowly defeated... Taoyuan No. 1 Middle School with a slight advantage of one point."

Sweat dripped from the commentator's forehead. The atmosphere in the entire stadium is now extremely depressing. It is obvious that the storm is coming and the wind is filling the building, but the current staff and officials are not doing anything!

The commentator paused for a moment, and he calmed down and continued to explain.

"If there is no accident, the next opponent of Longcheng No. 1 Middle School is... Xintian County No. 1 Middle School."

Within half an hour, Long Qingyun had reached an alliance with another sixteen junior high schools. Everyone agreed to control the points, and Longcheng No. 1 Middle School will fight against Xintian County No. 1 Middle School!

"This is no longer playing tennis..." The governor of Xintian County muttered to himself softly, "Report this matter to the governor."

The director of the Sports Bureau next to him said carefully: "I will send someone to stop this."

The county magistrate looked at the director, which was so scared that the director dared not speak, and realized that he might have said something wrong.

"He can have seventeen schools in the entire nine counties in just over a dozen minutes. What do you use to suppress him? Do you really think he has just such a little strength?"

As for the current situation in the stadium, even if Long Qingyun does not have the same relationship with the governor, the county magistrate dare not act rashly.

Unless you directly ask Long Qingyun to explain the problem clearly, you will be arrogant and sent someone to forcefully interfere, and if you are not careful, you will be in chaos.

A group of second-year junior high school people are at the age of not listening to advice, especially the stadiums are all distinguished guests from developed areas. If you are not careful, you will make a joke about your future!

The county magistrate looked at the deputy county magistrate.

"Go and ask clearly what level he wants to do. Talk well and don't be self-righteous. That kid's official power is definitely better than you."

The deputy county magistrate solemnly agreed, "Yes!"

Now the director in charge of sports no longer dares to make unnecessary struggles.

The county magistrate sighed, "Little Wang Lanling in the tennis world is indeed well-known."

The county magistrate developed a sense of awe for the legendary Wang Lanling that he had never before.

I used to listen to stories, but now I see Long Qingyun, and many people truly realize how terrifying Wang Lanling was!

Not only did the county magistrate have this idea, Hai Zhentang, the general of Haizhou, who was sitting in the crowd, said to the juniors around him:

"When discussing the script with Teacher Li before, I thought some things were exaggerated. For example, a 14-year-old boy could integrate tens of thousands of illiterate villagers to do things. See you today..."
Chapter completed!