The national school idol is a girl

The sensation caused was not small.

Even Yun Hu, who was drinking mineral water, looked over here.

He didn’t know it until he saw it, but after reading it, he understood why the people around him were so crazy.

Weird, though.

How did the captain think of coming to University A?

As soon as Yun Hu stood up, the man behind him dropped the basketball in his hand: "Where are you going, Master Yun? If you are scared, just say so."

What he said.

Not only Yunhu can hear it.

The surrounding audience can hear it.

Of course, this also includes Bo Jiu and Qin Mo.

The two people were not sitting. One was wearing a black mask, and the other was holding his trouser pocket with one hand. They stood there erect and raised their eyebrows.

The man was not aware of the subtle atmosphere. Instead, he took a step forward and pointed his finger: "Since you have chosen to major in programming, just be your otaku. What's so great about being able to play games? Don't rely on your handsomeness. Seducing girls everywhere, you know?”

Yun Hu turned around and looked at him: "I don't understand."

"You!" the man yelled: "Are you disobeying the advice? Then what does it mean if you don't dare to play when you see the real deal on the court?"

Yunhu gave him a "stupid, lacking" look and continued to walk forward, as if to say, I won't play because you don't deserve it.

The man was so angry that he narrowed his eyes and said, "I can see that you know how to follow that Lin Feng around. You are very happy, right?"

Hearing this, Yun Hu put down the backpack in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice.

"What? You want to hit me?" The man patted his face and approached Yun Hu: "Hit me. If you hit me, you won't be able to participate in the national competition again. You'll be happy to be banned, right? …”

Bang!

The other person's words haven't been spoken yet.

I saw a basketball flying over from the audience seat.

It hit him squarely on the knee.

It hurt him so much that his whole face changed. He just hugged his legs and screamed: "Damn it! Who is it!"

As the man spoke, he looked in the direction where the basketball was flying.

I saw the silver-haired boy standing in the crowd, dusting his black mask, his eyes dark: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

"You...you!" The man wanted to rush over.

Another basketball flew over.

This time it was not his legs that were hit, but his face!

Bang!

The person who did this made him fall backwards with a crash, and the dizziness in front of his eyes was simply overwhelming.

He reached out and touched his nose, which was all red.

damn it!

Who is it this time!

The man sat up.

The culprit, Qin Mo, had already walked to his side and said in a low voice: "I also have slippery hands. People who play games usually have slippery hands."

"You, you guys!" The man started to scold.

Yunhu tugged at his coat: "Don't you want to choose? Come on."

When people around him saw this situation, they knew that Yunhu was going to be angry today.

In fact, Yunhu has already said that he will not play basketball during this period because the national competition is coming and he does not want any accidents to happen to his hands.

But today, this person has obviously touched Yunhu's reverse scale.

"Brother Tiger, we can't do it."

They are both from the programming department, and they are really afraid that these sports students will do something.

What's more, with their skills, how could they win against each other?

Be soft before fighting.

Yunhu frowned.

Bo Jiu reached out and took off his mask: "I'll fight."