"Locke, Eddie, where are you running?" Santos pinched his nose and shouted at several figures who were running away with their heads in their arms, "Come here to play!"

It's even more furious! Locke and Eddie are in tears. Now I'm covered in shit.

Locke, Eddie and others ran faster when they heard this, as if a wind wolf was chasing them behind their butts. The five people rushed all the way, and in the blink of an eye there was no sign. Those who didn't know thought they were really chased by a dog.

"Teacher Santos, it was done by people from Class 6, so we must avenge us~~~" A scream of death echoed in the sky for a long time.

The students in Class 6 were already confused, and now they heard the "Last Word of Death" and looked at each other. We were just watching a game, so we wouldn't have such a big hatred, right?

The people from our Class 6 sat in the audience to look at you, Locke, and Eddie could make you fall into the cesspool with just one glance?

But Locke and his men insisted that it was the people from Class 6 that they wouldn't jump into the cesspool and wrongly accuse you of Class 6, right?

Santos immediately looked at the students in Class 6 with a gloomy face. The students in Class 6 were all silent and bowed their heads without saying a word. They wanted to explain, but the problem was that they didn't know what was going on, so they didn't know where to start!

What a bald operation!

But as the saying goes, ginger is still spicy. Santos thought about it for a moment and seemed to have a little reminiscence. He felt that this may not be that simple. This was originally a competition between Class 5 and Class 7. If it was to cause trouble, it would be the people of Class 7 that caused trouble. How could the students of Class 6 have nothing to do when they were full and come over to get involved?

Thinking of this, Santos looked around everyone present with a silly look.

McGana covered her mouth and giggled, full of energy, and faintly had the style of a heroic general. She didn't look like someone who would come up with such a foolish trick.

The students in Class 5 all looked like they were in trouble and secretly glanced at Santos one by one because they knew that when Locke and others ran, no one in Class 5 could play for them. Then they would definitely lose this game. Once they lost the game, Santos would definitely not give them good results.

The students in Class 7 all looked gloating. The bold and unrestrained people laughed in a hurry, the peaceful and peaceful people smiled happily, while the other graceful students smiled secretly.

On the one hand, the embarrassing appearance of Locke and Eddie made them angry. On the other hand, they realized that the masters of Class 5 had all run away, and the situation in the game would immediately reverse 180 degrees! The moment for their Class 7 to counter-torture Class 5 is coming!

The expressions of the students in both classes were very reasonable. Santos couldn't help but frown and muttered in his heart, which little bastard was the one who was doing it!

The upset Santos glanced at the court inadvertently, and suddenly, Shen Zhui's lazy figure came into his eyes.

At this moment, Shen Zhui was already lying on the court with one hand on his head, looking bored, squinting his eyes and watching the others in a hurry. He was drinking a drink while laughing. This wasn't a game at all, but a movie!

And I'm watching comedy, I just want to put a bucket of popcorn on you!

Santos stared at Chen Zhui at first sight, wishing he could stare out his eyes, but this kid's style was incompatible with others!

Just as Santos was about to attack Chen, the referee's whistle suddenly rang.

"Teacher Santos, do you have any players on the court? If not, according to the rules of the game, I will determine that your class cannot complete the game!"

If you can't finish the game, you will lose.

"Yes! Why don't there?" Santos said gritting his teeth, pointing at the front row of the fifth class audience, "You five, yes, don't look at you others, continue the game!"

The five students who had just lit up two star seal talismans were stunned in an instant, wondering why they were caught in the shooting. Moreover, there are two junior magicians in Class 7, right? Another one is junior intermediate level. Isn’t it a waste of time to go up by yourself?

"Why are you standing there? Are you still waiting for me to use the water prison technique to send you a ride?" Dickens cursed, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped violently.

At this moment, his idea was very simple. Although the main players of Class 5 were all useless, they were already 21 points ahead. Letting these melon skins go up and push them, it would not make Class 5 overtake the score! At worst, they won a few points less.

Five students picked up the rackets on the ground with a look of pain and walked to the tennis court with a gritted teeth. They unconsciously formed a "three-two formation". This was a purely intensive defensive formation and had never thought about the rhythm of attacking.

"The game begins! Class 7 serves!" The referee gave the order and the Magic Tennis Game started again.

The cheerleaders of Class 5 were all sitting in the audience as if they were struck by lightning. Some people even closed their eyes with aches. They had foreseeed the second half of the game scene, and the scene was so beautiful that they couldn't even see it.

However, the audience in Class 7 was full of energy, screaming like chicken blood, especially Zhao Si, who was yelling like a war drum, and he wished he could shake the players in Class 5 with a battle cry.

Hoho, let me tell you, this "shit death incident" also has my contribution to Lao Zhao!

At this moment, there was indeed a beautiful scene of bloody abuse on the field.

Infected by the high emotions of the students, Chen Zhui and others were also trembling with excitement. This power of unity can indeed bring an inspiring bonus, just like the crazy shouts of millions of fans in the World Cup, it is simply irresistible!

Chen Zhui threw the ball high, poured all his strength into his right arm, and suddenly swung the racket in his hand towards the special finger tennis ball. With a "bang", the tennis ball flew towards the opposite field, leaving only an illusory afterimage in the air.

As soon as the ball was shot, Chen Zhui was immediately ecstatic because he felt that he had performed extraordinaryly this time, and he actually used about 70% of his own strength!

It turned out that under the hot atmosphere of the field, Chen Zhui was full of blood, and even the flow of magic power was accelerated a lot, so the toughness of magic power output to the tennis racket was improved and he could withstand more power.

Swish! A stunning shadow passed by the top of the head.

The students in Class 5 were stunned for a long time. They clearly saw Chen Zhui serving, but why didn’t they see the ball coming?

"Swish!" The referee's whistle sounded, "Second Class 7 scored!"

Damn, what's the situation? The players in Class 5 immediately looked at each other, why did they score?

"A bunch of idiots!" Santos was so angry that he immediately shouted at the players in his class: "Watch the ball with your mental power! Mental power, mental retarded children!"
Chapter completed!