It was soon the day of the semi-finals.

Long Qingyun and others arrived at the stadium in advance.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the stadium, I saw a girl wearing a black hip-covered skirt, full of youthful atmosphere, walking towards him.

"Long Qingyun, you must work hard today! Beat the people of Xintian No. 1 Middle School!"

Long Qingyun looked at the man in flower clothes, as if it was because of the last time that the man in flower clothes was asked to pass the message, the man in flower clothes also represented Wu Linghan who could not come here and negotiated with Long Qingyun several times.

"Absolutely, I will definitely do my best." Long Qingyun agreed, and today he was going to win.

The man in Huayi said solemnly: "I have inquired. The people from Xintianyi Middle School still have to participate in the competition. I thought they would give up on their own. It's so shameless!"

A fourteen-year-old girl is basically not outrageous even if she is precocious.

A true girl who is very scheming at a young age is a genius in a sense.

Long Qingyun explained: "According to my opinion, the people from Xintian County No. 1 Middle School have contacted the people in the county and interfered with our alliance through pressure from the upper class."

The man in the flower clothes suddenly lost his appearance, "What should we do?"

Even Long Qingyun, whose aesthetics are gradually fatigued, felt that the expression of the man in the flower clothes makes people feel the urge to show off.

"It doesn't matter, our alliance is not a simple alliance formed by talking or standing together, but comes together for common beliefs."

"A alliance with reasonable demands is more stable than an unjust alliance. Everyone can tell others openly and speak out the purpose of our alliance in a frank way."

"So even if Xintian County No. 1 Middle School is in contact, it cannot force more people than him to give in."

"According to my opinion, Xintian County No. 1 Middle School is no longer a temporary victory or defeat, but is trying hard to control the losses and maintain the qualification for the next year."

"Their intention should be to get into our alliance, and those perpetrators began to shout the same slogans as we did, maintaining their current status by rejecting violence."

After hearing Long Qingyun's words, the man in flower felt that all kinds of things were in Long Qingyun's budget.

"Then what should we do? Don't let them participate? I think it's okay to participate, but Qu Songyang must be suspended, or you can also get rid of his hands!"

Long Qingyun said: "Wuling Han's hand was crippled by Qu Songyang. In the future I lost for three years, I am not the kind of person who has eyes for eyes and teeth for teeth. What I have to do is not Qu Songyang's hand."

"The cause of this incident is the deformed system of the other party's schools and tennis games. What I want to destroy is this system and atmosphere that will not care about it and will continue to harm people."

"Since Xintianyi Middle School is the beneficiary of the previous unspoken rules and no one has stood up to speak for the victims at that time, then..."

"The necessary sacrifice is worth it, there must be someone who is a bad person."

Long Qingyun smiled and led the team directly to the gymnasium.

He is now the person in charge of Longcheng No. 1 Middle School. Whether it is Gong Yueying or Bai Long Yuqing, he has consciously remained silent through the past few days.

Neither of them could control Long Qingyun anymore, especially for this incident, neither of them had the ability to speak.

The man in flower stood there and looked at the backs of Long Qingyun and others. She believed Long Qingyun's words and admired Long Qingyun's wisdom.

But how would Long Qingyun treat Qu Songyang?

The man in the flower clothes was curious about the answer, so she quickly followed in.

Not only the man in the flower clothes, but also the eight teams that were eliminated before and today are paying attention to this matter.

The stadium was already full, and more than twice as many people came to the game than the previous few days. It was crowded with people, and even the standing place was crowded.

"Long Qingyun!"

"Long Qingyun."

"Come on, Long Qingyun!"

"You're here."

"The first game is your game, come on!"

"Teach Qu Songyang a good lesson!"

Several teams participating in the competition were already waiting at the passage. When Long Qingyun brought his people in, the people who were originally sitting on the side, standing against the wall, and squatting at the exit all came over to say hello to Long Qingyun.

"Don't worry, I'm in good shape today and I will definitely give my all!"

Bai Long Yuqing stood behind and watched, and she found that Long Qingyun had become the best among the younger generation.

But on the other hand, I feel that Long Qingyun, who is not good at academic performance and cannot go to high school, is not that good.

Should I fall in love with Long Qingyun? The girl in the Flower Season began to worry about this problem.

Long Qingyun soon walked into the tennis court amid the expectations.

The commentator's voice also quickly rang out of the speaker.

"Long Qingyun from Longcheng No. 1 Middle School has made his debut! Today's first game, Longcheng No. 1 Middle School vs. Xintian County No. 1 Middle School!"

He is obviously a newcomer, but his light overwhelms everyone.

But no one feels it is unreasonable. Most people come here just to see Long Qingyun.

The people from the two schools soon came together, with the singles players facing each other, and the doubles and doubles.

Long Qingyun looked at Qu Songyang walking over with a dull expression.

Qu Songyang stared at Long Qingyun with a sinister face.

Long Qingyun took the initiative to extend his hand, "You have been under great pressure these days, right? It seems that you are not in good spirits,"

Qu Songyang did not dare to reach out for a moment, but said angrily: "It's all your fault!"

Long Qingyun said indifferently: "I probably know what you think. You are thinking: I'm obviously doing it right, but everyone puts the responsibility on me."

"I don't think this kind of thinking is wrong." Long Qingyun said gently: "Those people are too. They clearly taught you how to do this, but when something happened, they left the blame on a child."

Qu Songyang didn't say anything, and he didn't know whether he should shake hands with Long Qingyun now.

Wu Linghan was shaking hands and fighting, and his internal strength cut off his hand bones.

But Long Qingyun is different. Almost everyone thinks that Long Qingyun has extremely deep internal strength. Once Qu Songyang shakes hands, he will definitely end up like Wu Linghan.

The two of them had paused here for more than ten seconds, and the photographer also pulled the camera down, and the two photographers had their palms.

Long Qingyun felt the atmosphere around him, as if everyone was not in a hurry, and they all watched them spend time here patiently.

After looking at the photographer carrying the camera, Long Qingyun said to Qu Songyang: "Those adults are probably planning to give us a close-up shot of the handshake..."

"Don't worry, it's just an ordinary handshake. Handshake itself is a kind of etiquette set up for both parties in the competition, not a contest."

Long Qingyun still stretched out his right hand, and no matter the person on the opposite side, the person on his side, or the people in the audience were watching him.

Qu Songyang was under great psychological pressure. Xintian No. 1 Middle School had already told him that he would participate in the competition and perform normally.

In the end, under great psychological pressure, Qu Songyang stretched out his trembling right hand.

Seeing this, Long Qingyun said gently: "It seems that you have guessed that the people in your school plan to make you lose the Wuling River and let you be a victim."

"Don't worry, if I'm the kind of person who bullies the weak with violence when shaking hands, then there is no need for the alliance to exist."

"It's not you who are wrong, it's the world in your eyes."

Qu Songyang looked at Long Qingyun, finally gritted his teeth, and reached over to the danger of being disabled by tambourine.

He was not just a handshake, but was prepared for the severe pain of putting his hand into the mixer.

After extending his trembling hand with his eyes closed, Qu Songyang's hand was quickly grasped by the warm and powerful hand.

His hands could not struggle, and he no longer needed to tremble, and the expected pain did not come.

"A normal handshake is that simple, but in fact, many things are not that complicated."

Long Qingyun looked at Qu Songyang with a shocked look on his face.

"For you two, this matter is just that the school has lost a kind of honor to live. If you don't play at Xintianjun No. 1 Middle School, you can also play in other places, and it will have no impact on you."

"However, if you bring the bad habits in the original place, it will be the same everywhere."

Long Qingyun let go of his hand, turned around and walked out, "This is the last tennis game on the court and many people's junior high school stage. I hope everyone can perform without regrets."

"Don't think about the rest. Play tennis, being happy is the most important thing."

Long Qingyun put the racket on his shoulder and carried the racket to his position.

The expected revenge did not appear, and even the life path that was originally panicked and scared, was much more awake because of Long Qingyun's words.

Zhang Yeyue looked at Long Qingyun's appearance and quickly said to Qu Songyang: "Let's continue playing basketball."

"Well..." Qu Songyang is no longer as arrogant as he was a few days ago.

Everyone could not see through Long Qingyun's approach, and the man in Huayi and others were even more shocked. She didn't understand why Long Qingyun didn't take revenge on Qu Songyang. She had clearly said before that people from Xintian County No. 1 Middle School should be beautiful!

The first game was a single player.

Zhang Yueyue met Bingrun soon.

"Do you want to give you a few balls? I'm serious." Zhang Yueyue no longer knew how to play.

Bingrun said coldly: "No need!"

After more than ten minutes, Bingrun, who lost a lot, ended up...

Fortunately, everyone had no hope for Bingrun, so the good sisters of the tennis team quickly comforted this future queen.
To be continued...