"Okay, OK..."

The photographer deleted the interview video under Tan Qingkai's surveillance and with the female reporter hurriedly exited the door.

Tan Qingkai said: "I'll go out to buy a bottle of drinks."

After being disturbed by the two female reporters, the atmosphere in the locker room became very bad. Everyone gathered around to smoke, and no one spoke.

Morale is the fighting spirit of a team. If the team members do not have morale, no matter how powerful their skills are, they will lack combat effectiveness.

Seeing this, Gu Jianfeng said: "Although they are very strong, it's nothing great. As long as we curb Pang Yuhan, we can fight through the pass and the match! We may even win! Remember, you are the strongest, and your progress is obvious to all!"

Seeing that everyone didn't react much, Gu Jianfeng simply stepped onto the bench and shouted condescendingly: "Yes! We have made sufficient preparations. Our goals will never be satisfied with five points, tens, and twenty! We must at least get twenty-five and thirty! Let everyone who underestimate us know that the Chinese team also has the ability to shoot thirty big data in a single game!"

Tan Qingkai had just crawled in from outside, holding a bottle of pure water in his hand. Before Teacher Gu could react, he shouted: "There are all fans of dead shemale men outside! They are all women! At least a few thousand! Some people danced with flags and told us to die. What an exaggeration!"

"Damn, even girls don't like us." The morale of the Chinese team suddenly fell to an extreme.

"This..." Gu Jianfeng coughed hard and said, "We cannot be disturbed by the outside world. Song Baojun, do you think so?"

Song Baojun pulled Gu Jianfeng off the bench: "Teacher Gu, come down, why are you standing so high? If you fall and hurt, no one will go to the hospital to deliver food to you."

"You, you, hey, don't pull it!" Gu Jianfeng staggered back.

Song Baojun stood on the bench by himself, his hypocritical personality slowly swelled in his mind, and said to everyone who was squatting and smoking, "Everyone stood up, I have something to say."

The team members stood up in groups of three or three, still holding cigarette butts loosely.

"Look at it. Others despise us. Everyone thinks that the Chinese department is a group of sour scholars who are powerless. Even Pang Yuhan's psychological distorted shemale dares to exchange scores with us. Even the stupidest reporters have underestimated us. The bettors give us a big odds of 1 to 15, and almost everyone is looking forward to us losing. But what does this matter? I never care what they are thinking."

Someone looked up at him.

"You may want to say: Song Baojun, I came to Chazhou University to study, but I just want to find a good job in the future. Yes, your statement is very correct, and work is really important. But I want to tell you that there is something more important in this campus than finding a job, that is beauty! That is love!"

Some people were stunned and puzzled.

Song Baojun reached out and pointed at the front and suddenly raised the volume: "We stand here, standing on this field, not for the score! Not for the win or lose! Not for the honor of the Chinese department! Not for the face of some people! We are just to show off our handsomeness and coolness and try to attract more girls!"

"If the Chinese Department could not even win a game, no girls would like us! As long as there are handsome and handsome people driving luxury cars on this campus, no girls would like us! As long as Pang Yuhan's garbage is still cheating everywhere under the banner of pampering and scammers, no girls would like us!"

Song Baojun is now like a heavy bomber carrying a 120-ton cluster bomb, carrying a heavy bomber of "Reed Chicken-style (Latest Development of Chinese Defense)". One word after another explodes in the ears of the team members, ruthlessly blasting open everyone's psychological defense line.

"We unite in the name of otaku! Fight for a brand new, fair campus! We fight for everyone to have horses! Fight for those who are fighting for our horses! Fight for Chazhou University! Fight for us to support ourselves and enjoy all the blessings of all the people!"

His voice was deafening and burst out from his throat, as if the death mobilization before the Battle of Shangganling was about to be exhausted, and everyone's eyes slowly turned red.

Song Baojun shouted at the top of his lungs: "After today, women like Huo Caifeng, you can throw a few if you want, and beautiful girls like Qiu Jiali, you can hold a few if you want! As long as we are crushing the archaeological team on the stadium, the love letters you have harvested will be piled up in the classroom of the Chinese department and even overflow the corridor! As long as we knock the archaeological team to the ground, from the inexperienced juniors to the charming seniors, every girl will throw her admirational eyes to you!"

Finally someone raised his hand and shouted, "I've fought hard for the beauty!"

Guo Jun clenched his fists hard and howled to the sky: "I want to hug Qiu Jiali! I don't accept it!"

"I'm very proud, among you, there are no gay men!" Song Baojun shouted loudly, "In front of me is a legion that regards saving the physical souls of the opposite sex as their responsibility! Within our bodies, Dingtu Zi and Ximen Qing's soul are ready to move! Now, tell me, are you willing to sacrifice your life for this ideal?"

"Will!" Everyone answered in unison, as if the suicide squad was about to charge towards the enemy's position, the sound was deafening, and the dust on the ceiling fell.

For a moment, the crowd was excited in the locker room, everyone was excited from top to bottom, and everyone was yelling and screaming.

Even students like Ma Guodong, who were like plague, were slapping their chests hard and making a roar like a giant ape.

The calmest Long Ya couldn't help but feel excited and shouted viciously: "I will sacrifice my life to win this game!"

Only Tan Qingkai stood at attention facing Song Baojun, raised his arm forty-five degrees, his palms down, his fingers closed forward, his eyes filled with fanatical flames, and he shouted: "heil! Song Baojun!"

Gu Jianfeng's neck stretched out long, like a turkey foraging, was already stunned, looking so lonely and helpless in the locker room where the demons danced.

"Kill them all!" Song Baojun pointed forward, and everyone carried the bench and wooden sticks and rushed out of the locker room with murderous intent. At this time, even if there was a US military main battle tank in front of them, it would be stepped into a broken iron sheet.

Gu Jianfeng looked at Song Baojun's back and couldn't move for a long time, murmured: "Awesome man, I know why he is the boss."

The audience on the stage had already arrived. Four single desks were used to form a guest seat on the side of the basketball court, with the commentator and the supervisor. The commentator was a student sent by the Broadcasting Academy, and the supervisor was a teacher responsible for maintaining fairness and justice of the game.

There is also a referee who is a teacher at the School of Physical Education.

The archaeological team was wearing a black jersey and was doing warm-up exercises in the basketball court on the right. Pang Yuhan's number was No. 7, and a sexy white headscarf was tied on his forehead, which looked extremely dazzling among the group of black, big, stupid and thick archaeological boys.

From time to time, he made a three-step layup and jumped from outside the three-point line. His posture was elegant and beautiful, which caused cheers from girls outside the field.

A cheerleading team was also organized on the opposite side. Ten female members of the Xiangwu Yunmai Society, no matter how bad their figure was, they would dare to show off their flesh. They wore tights that could only cover their chest and butts, and their belly squeezed out a huge swimming ring. No matter what others thought, they were waving the dancing fan dedicated to the elderly art troupe.

The Chinese department member rushed out of the locker room with a bench, shouting: "**** Mother! Kill Pang Yuhan's whole family!" When the atmosphere in the whole field instantly dropped to freezing point, everyone was shocked by the students who did not look like players, and hooligans did not look like hooligans.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The referee blew his whistle violently, stepped forward to stop everyone from going, and shouted: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"Does go, otherwise you will fight together!"

The referee's face turned green and he wanted to find a direction to sneak away.

The supervisory teacher hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Hey, what do you want? Don't want to play anymore? I can directly disqualify you from the game!"

Fortunately, Song Baojun arrived in time and clapped his hands and said, "Sorry, sorry, I saw that the location on the scene was not enough, so I asked the students to take a few benches out to sit. Isn't it illegal, right?"

Tan Qingkai and others placed the benches on the side of the court, lined up, and everyone sat down carelessly.

The supervisor was helpless. Then he saw Gu Jianfeng running hurriedly, and he vented his anger: "Teacher Gu, what are you doing? Let the students carry the bench on the stadium. Are you here to make trouble or fight?"

Gu Jianfeng spread his hands: "I just want them to have a seat."

"Remember, no one will be the case! Next time, I will definitely cancel your competition qualification!"

After being fussed like this, the archaeological team, who was already full of confidence, suddenly became a little at a loss and began to feel uneasy. Some people even suspected that if it weren't for the thin boy with the hedgehog head, they would have rushed over and slapped the bench in their hands directly on their heads.

The cheerleaders of the Chinese department finally came. They were led by Liu Xiyue, wearing tight sportswear and two colorful balls in their hands. There were only eight girls, Ye Jingchun had not arrived, and there was still a woman who asked for leave.

These eight people are all beautiful women carefully selected by Liu Xiyue. There are classmates from Class 1 and Class 2. They have beautiful figures wrapped in tight clothes, and their youth is overflowing to the extreme.

Compared with the cheerleaders of Xiangwu Yunbai Club, it is almost the same as the immortal on one hand, but it is simply a pig's head.

Even the archaeological team members were staring at the beautiful girls who entered the venue in a row, and they forgot to slap the Lippi ball.

In addition, Lin Mengxian led five or six girls from the Business School who came here specially for the Chinese Department. Two strong boys were asked to help carry two boxes of red cow drinks. Lin Mengxian was holding a paper bag with a bouquet of flowers inside, and was about to go up to offer flowers when Jun Ge scored a goal. Such flattery was better than any language. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!