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.

Seeing that it was the fat woman whom Song Baojun was hugging last time, Liu Xiyue glared at her. Neither of the two groups talked to each other and looked for seats to sit.

In the stands, two boys were sitting in the banker holding their laptops and receipts and were gambled. They were carrying a shoulder bag on their shoulders, which contained a lot of colorful tickets.

These two people are from the fan organization. The fan organization is the school’s club: the Basketball Fan Association, and many famous players from the school’s basketball teams.

The Basketball Fans Association has more than 1,000 members, second only to the football club, and is considered to be a relatively large scale. They usually organize club activities and participate in the school's official competitions when necessary. In recent years, a small number of cadres in the association have gradually discovered a good way to make money, that is, bet on football.

Through experienced basketball veterans setting odds and taking part in the banker to gamble, they often make a lot of money by killing big and losing small, making a lot of money. Of course, the school prohibits gambling, and these people can only do it secretly, causing little impact.

But it is said that there is a very awesome dealer who earned millions of yuan in the league last year by controlling players and manipulating the game. Now he drives a small car to school. A bunch of little brothers around him are hiding around all year round, like a tea school boss.

This year's league has just begun, and it is obviously another good time to make money.

In the eight games to be held today, the odds are mostly set to one-to-one, one-to-one, and one-to-one-five. The highest is that there is a weak team against a strong team. The odds in the Chinese department are already ridiculously large.

The reason is that the Chinese Department has been the team at the bottom of the school for three consecutive years. Last year, it was the worst. It lost six consecutive games in the group stage with a big score, and it was not a win. Four of the games even scored not to double digits. This kind of team that is extremely good at odds are not a little higher, and it would be strange if the dealer doesn't lose until he dies.

Fifteen minutes before the game, most of the transactions were completed in the Feietong account set up by the dealer. The rest was that the fans on the scene could make another profit. The dealer behind the scene specially sent two younger brothers to come, one to observe the game, and the other to accept bets on the spot.

Song Baojun greeted the team members: "Whoever has money left, take it out, and win tomorrow we will eat, drink, have fun and soak the horses together."

"Brother Jun, do you want to bet on football?"

"Of course, you can make some money to spend."

"Brother Jun, do you want to bet our class or the archaeological team?"

"Have you got into the mind? I couldn't talk so much just now? I still have the possibility of losing in our Chinese department?"

"It seems to be..."

The ten players were slow to catch up, only more than 2,000 yuan, including dozens of cent coins, which were held in their hands.

Song Baojun went to Gu Jianfeng again: "Teacher Gu, we are going to raise funds to bet on football. Do you want to add a share?"

Gu Jianfeng believed in his heart that the Chinese Department could not win the field, but before witnessing Song Baojun inciting the hearts of others, how could he dare to offend him at all? He thought that as long as Song Baojun was unhappy, he might not be able to teach the sports class again. However, participating in the shares, isn’t this money going to waste?

Song Baojun saw the hesitation in his heart and smiled and said, "Teacher Gu, if you win, you will pay you five times the bet, and if you lose, you will refund it. This is equivalent to a risk-free transaction, will you do it?"

Gu Jianfeng sighed in his heart, took out ten large red denomination bills from his wallet, and said, "I didn't bring much change today, this is my share."

Song Baojun continued to find Liu Xiyue to get money, and his original intention was to ask Liu Xiyue to take out a few hundred yuan, and everyone would participate and have fun together.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiyue was unwilling to get involved in his gambling and was only willing to lend him the money.

Liu Xiyue planned this way: Don’t look at how powerful Song Baojun boasted, the Chinese department would definitely lose. Participating in Song Baojun’s bets only means losing a small amount of money, which is not a good thing. However, borrowing money is different. You can’t afford to pay back the money at that time. My aunt told you to go west, and you would never dare to call your sister. You wouldn’t dare to call your sister. You wouldn’t be at my mercy.

Squad Leader Liu didn't bring that much money with him, so he asked the cheerleaders to get together, and about 10,000 yuan was handed over to Song Baojun.

Finally, I got a few thousand yuan from Lin Mengxian, and the total bet was about 20,000 yuan.

I went to the stand and found two boys responsible for the gambling game. One was white and fat, with a beard on the lower lip and the other was full of acne on his face. It was obvious that the hormone secretion was strong.

"Student, which team do you bet?" The acne boy looked at Song Baojun and said, "I think you are a Chinese player. We have regulations here. In order to avoid negative games from players, players in this game must be bets, but they cannot place the other party's bets, so they can only buy themselves to win. In this way, you cannot lose the game on purpose."

"Of course, I will definitely win. The Chinese team costs 20,000 yuan, you count." Song Baojun took a thick stack of banknotes in front of two boys.

"So much?" The two people were shocked. It's not that they had never seen so many, but the odds were too amazing. If the odds of 15 to 15, you can get 300,000. After deducting 5% of the dealer's pump, there is still 285,000, which can allow an ordinary family to live a well-off life for a long time.

The acne boy hesitated for a while, suspected that he had reached an ulterior motive agreement with the other party, refused to take over the banknotes, and said, "Sorry, classmate, we only accept bets of less than 1,000 yuan per game."

"Then let's place a Chinese team of 20 bets of one thousand yuan."

The boy with acne shook his head slowly: "That's not OK, you can only spend a thousand yuan at most."

Song Baojun smiled and took 20,000 yuan in cash and spread it into a fan-shaped fan: "Haha, I don't even dare to accept a bet of 20,000 yuan. I also gave us such high odds to the Chinese system. Do you think you are a bird-haired farmer?"

The fat white man immediately stepped forward and asked sternly: "Hey, what are you talking about?"

"What? Of course it's in Chazhou dialect." Song Baojun glanced at him and sneered: "If you don't have the courage to accept the bets from the idle, get out and change to someone with a good level. Or you can do it, but you must pay 50% of the management fee to me."

The fat white man raised his chin and said angrily: "Which the hell are you? Do you know who our boss is? Can I tell you that I can't study at a tea school?"

Song Baojun slapped him on the face, and the slap was very crisp and loud, and his left hand was still holding the banknotes in an extremely leisurely fan: "I want to read this book, do you want to try it?"

The fat white man was furious and clenched his fists and wanted to fight Song Baojun.

Seeing this, the acne boy grabbed Fatty White and said, "Hey, Xiaohong, forget it, don't be impulsive, and say slowly after you have something to say, today we are here to make trouble for Brother Wen, don't delay everyone."

"Fuck you let me go. Today I have to teach this bitch a lesson!" The fat man struggled hard. Although it was noisy, the atmosphere on the scene was noisy and messy, and no one noticed them.

Song Baojun only sneered beside him.

The two of them pulled for a while, and the acne said something in the white fat man's ear. The white fat man finally calmed down, stood in his original position panting, and looked at Song Baojun with a vicious look.

Qingchun Chop said, "Classmate, wait, I'll ask Brother Wen for instructions." Then he took out his phone and dialed a number, and told the other party that someone had bet 20,000 yuan.

Hang up the phone and said, "Okay, classmates, we can accept your bet, but our Basketball Fans Association Council reserves the right to explain this game. If we find out that this game is suspected of fraud after the game, we will recover the prize you won and the principal will be confiscated directly. Have you thought about it?"

"No problem." Song Baojun smiled and handed the money.

A boy with acne wrote a document in duplicate and tore it off and handed it to him. The above is the amount of bet, game times, odds, time, location, and signatures and seals of the person in charge, which seems very formal.

The referee looks at the time and lets players on both sides play.

The starting lineup of the Chinese department is small forward Song Baojun, power forward Long Ya, center Rong Chuanlin, shooting guard Deng Yanlin, defensive guard Tan Qingkai.

Except for Rong Chuanlin, who is tall and tall, the other three are either short or frustrated, and they look completely unthreatening.

Especially Song Baojun, with a pale face and a thin body, as if a gust of wind could run away. Such a person dared to compete. No wonder the Chinese Department was selected as the "most unenergized team" every year, with the odds as high as 1 to 15.

In contrast, except for Pang Yuhan, the archaeological teams looked powerful, as if Zhang Fei had reborn and Li Kui was reborn, and were as majestic as an iron tower.

As the referee whistle sounded, the opponent's No. 4 player grabbed the ball.

This is a boy with dark skin, nearly 1.90 meters tall, with thick lips, and a little bit of Takaki Akagi's feeling, and his jumping power is half a meter higher than Rongchuanlin who was competing with him.

When it fell heavily, the archaeological team had launched a fast and powerful attack from the wing.

No.7 Pang Yuhan got the pass of No.4, and the strong perfume smell on his body blew up a gust of fragrance throughout the game. The big black man from No.4 ran over to receive the pass from Pang Yuhan and completed the layup in a few seconds. The referee blew the whistle, the goal was valid, the score was 2 to 0, and the Chinese team had not even reacted.

Song Baojun asked, "Hey, Zhang Junbao, you're so crazy, what are the WeChat public accounts? I heard that the comic of the same name will be released in January."

Zhang Junbao nodded vigorously: "Fuck, zhangjunbao1981, I have said it ten thousand times."
Chapter completed!