God Level Star System

Feng Shaohua said: "Several classes in Group D of the year may be more familiar with Zhang Yu's class. I didn't communicate. Because of that, this matter is likely to reach Zhang Yu's ear and let him get ready in advance. In fact, there are class rejections in the middle. After all, I can't guarantee a 100% success rate."

"This is also true!" Guo Zixian nodded and said: "But this squad leader can get all the second grade and part of the first grade to boycott this game, I believe it has achieved the best results. Zhang Yu that guy, now I am sure I am still in the dark. I believe that when the time of the game is over, no one will sign up, he must be in front of the school leader. I believe that he will regret it at that time and offend the squad leader, absolutely. There is no good fruit to eat."

Feng Shaohua heard a sneer and said: "When he knows regret, he believes that it is already late. Don't think that I just boycott this game. This one is available. First, I must first strike his confidence. Second, when the game is over, I have to get some lace news for the guy in the campus network. Finally, I must stink him! At that time, I will use my uncle’s energy to put pressure on the school leaders. That guy completely rolled out of the student union. Hehehehe!" Speaking of this, Feng Shaohua seems to have seen Zhang Yuwo's ​​departure from the student union, naturally laughing uncontrollably.

"Squad leader! Or you are amazing!" Guo Zixian showed a face of admiration, and then hated the words: "Zhang Yu that the **** actually dared to frame me! This time I want him to taste the taste of being trapped. The squad leader, Black news, you can give it to me! I must let the guy's reputation sweep the ground, so that I can get out of my heart!"

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During the speech of Feng Shaohua and Guo Zixian, the time for class was also close to... The students in the class returned to the class after and after the meal, and the six classes in the second year gradually became noisy.

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“Hey!” A knock at the door immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the past two years, including Feng Shaohua and Guo Zixian.

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A fat boy stood at the door, smiled and said loudly: "Hello everyone! I am the staff of this 'campus basketball game' coordination group office. I will inform everyone that this Saturday, our school will organize a cover. All classes in the first and second grades of the basketball game! If you want to register for the class, please register in the afternoon of the afternoon, after the school, and before the start of the evening class. This is the flyer of this competition. Let's take a look! Don't forget the deadline for registration! It will not expire." After that, the fat boy took out a few leaflets and handed them to the students in the first row. They turned and left the second class for two years.

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Feng Shaohua and Guo Zixian looked at each other and sneered at the same time... Of course, as the only class in the second grade who planned to participate in this competition, Feng Shaohua could not object to his class, because he was going to be on this course. I humiliated the team of Zhang Yu class.

The student who got the leaflet in the front row immediately looked up carefully... One of them, also loudly said: "Hey! I didn’t expect this basketball game flyer design to be pretty, it’s better than last year’s student meeting. The printed A4 paper that was sent has to be more."

"It's just a basketball game! Is it necessary to design a colorful game? It's really a move." Some people disdain.

"I am going to read to everyone! What are you writing on it... The title is: I am exercising! I am beautiful! 2017 'Twelve Cups of the Year' Campus Basketball Contest, starting!"

After these words were read, the entire six-year shift was quiet for a while...

"What a joke! 12 cups a year! What does it mean?"

"No! It wasn't all about the 'Campus Cup' before? When is our school basketball game, let the title of the year 12!"

"The current first grade is too mad! Actually, I took the naming rights of the basketball game. What did we give to our second grade!"

"What a joke! Who wants to participate in this kind of competition!"

"No! Not going. Strike!"

Feng Shaohua and Guo Zixian heard this, they were all speechless expressions... I didn’t expect to wait for myself to boycott the game, but the class spontaneously began to resist. I knew that Zhang Yu actually had brain damage to make this kind of counter-effect, and he ran to dig the door to find out what the relationship was, and waited in the class to wait.

In the classroom of two years and six years, it is now a passionate group... Feng Shaohua saw that he couldn’t help but talk, or else the guys in the class would not be able to participate in this competition. Although Feng Shaohua is a little reluctant, but also must be a fire fighting captain for this time.

Feng Shaohua said with a bit of depression: "Don't get angry! I said this thing... This basketball game is actually organized by our student union. It is not important for the game to be a name. It is still important to participate. Although the coordination team in this meeting is doing this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is a bit too much, but there is no way, how can I say that I am also a member of the Student Union, please look at my face, both Eliminate fire. Ok!"

"Squad leader! Your temper is so good! The game is made like this by the students, and you will put the fire in the meeting."

"Not! The squad leader, I think you are too responsible, too serious. This kind of leaflet! It should not be passed at all. Just kidding!"

"To the squad leader! I really don't understand it? Is there a standard for your students to arrange work? Are you not the vice chairman of the student union? It seems that this draft competition is not for you to review it before you can issue it? ?"

Guo Zixian heard this, and the false expression showed an expression of indignation. He said loudly: "You don't know! The student union now has a guy named Zhang Yu! Everywhere, I don't want to talk to our squad leader, and often sway in the student union. Right. I have forgotten it! Actually, Zhang Yu is the 12th class of the year, and this time, he is also responsible for organizing the competition."

"Zhang Yu! It sounds familiar."

"Of course it’s familiar! It’s not the good boy who was brave in the first grade last year. Then he won the national championship of the poetry contest! It’s been broadcast every day for a while.”

"It turned out to be that guy! I didn't expect him to be so arrogant. Boldly dare to leave the naming rights of this competition to his class?"

"Squad leader! You can't bear to say good things to him for this kind of person. If I am, then he is doing three things, I don't blame him on the spot. The first grade Mao Zizi! He also reversed the day. It is."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Everyone in the hall heard this was a smile at the same time...