Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

"You lose. You're my girlfriend."

Flower language was immediately disgusted with a frown.

Mo Yuanhan has not died yet?!

"For something else." Flower language cold way, "even if there is only a tiny chance, I don't want to be involved with you."

Mo Yuanhan's face suddenly became ugly.

His fan sister was even more instantly exploded:

"what does Huayu mean! She even dares to dislike Yuanhan and not look at herself in the mirror

"In my opinion, she's just making a fool of herself! Don't you just want to be in the limelight? I've just had a hot fight with Su Zhenyun. Now I'm going to play with the boys in class 9 When on earth can she not do this

"Isn't class 13 always like this? Always looking for their own sense of existence... "

"I really don't know what Yuan Han thinks. How can he make such a bet?"

……

In a bit of sarcasm, the flower language is still and indifferent.

Mo Yuanhan said with a smile, "in this case, if you lose, let Su Zhenyun call us brother when we see class 9 in the future?"

Su Zhenyun immediately looked up. As soon as she wanted to talk, she saw that her gossip girlfriend had not changed her face and quickly sold him: "no problem!"

Su Zhenyun said:

I just eat a melon quietly, watch a play, for Mao want to pull me up?!

Huayu quickly picked out a few girls who played basketball well, including Miao Huihui and ye Mingyu.

Several girls are very square: " Huahua, we have no chance of winning with boys! "

Flower language way: "you are at will, father takes fly whole field."

“……”

Several of the students who heard the flower language were unbelievable.

The grass bag flower is too skinny recently. How dare you be so arrogant? There is mo yuan cold in class nine! Can enter the school basketball team, the strength is absolutely not vulgar!

Hua Yu just took off her school uniform coat and threw it to the class. The other girls didn't know where they came from. All of them took off their coats and entered the field.

Mo Yuan Han said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, don't cry if you can't touch the ball. I won't let you."

Take a look at him. "What do you do with all this nonsense? Do you mind if we kick off? "

Mo yuan cold heart uncomfortable to death, but the song on his face is still gentle: "of course."

Other people also have no objection, after all, in the face of a group of girls, where need to care so much?

All the people in class nine were obviously contemptuous.

Five girls, the tallest Ye Mingyu, but also to their shoulders, it is estimated that the rebounds can not be touched.

Flower language took up the ball, in the hand heft, suddenly eyes a Li: "start!"

Several boys immediately robbed her hand of the ball, flower language around a few boys surrounded, but also left the backboard, the boys look at each other, attack together.

Their plan is simply too simple.

If you want to get the ball this time, class 13 won't touch the ball again!

However, in this moment, Hua Yu's face overflowed with a cold and wanton smile, and forced on her feet. People have been high jump, whew, is a clean and beautiful hollow three-point ball.

The melon eating crowd was quiet.

It's incredible to see the rebounds that are still shaking here.

Did they have hallucinations just now?! It must be! How can someone throw a beautiful hollow three pointer so casually?!

However, it can be seen from the shocked and angry faces of the boys in class 9 that this is the fact.

Huayu scored three points in the beginning!

"Sleeping trough! Goddess! Worthy of being a goddess

"The ability to pitch It's amazing

"You are a master at first sight."

A few girls who were still whispering and making fun of the ugly were shocked in situ. They didn't expect to hit their faces so quickly!

Flower language looked at them contemptuously.

The best way to deal with things is not to compare them blindly.

Mo Yuan Han wiped his black hair and said, "it seems that you will still be able to do something about it. Next. I'm going to be serious. "

The ball is in Class Nine's hands.

A boy in class 9 was thrown to Mo Yuanhan. He took a breath and ran to the backboard. Who knows, several girls are blocked in front of him. If he wants to score, he can only pitch in situ.

Mo Yuanhan quickly estimated the distance, not too far, just his range of play.

"Bang", the ball flew out, but in the flight was stopped by a white tender hand, Huayu robbed the ball, small chin triumphantly Yang Yang, the ball in the hand clapped, suddenly a acceleration jump. She carried the ball into the basket.

There was an uproar.

It's a very standard slam dunk! Some people can't learn this skill all their life!A boy in class 9 got the ball. Huayu went around several times. The ball in the boy's hand fell back to Hua Yu's hand. Mo Yuanhan yelled: "stop her!"

But it can't be stopped!

The ball had already leaped over the heads of the crowd, and with a roar it went into the basket again.

Another three pointer!

……

Until the last two minutes, Mo Yuanhan's face was blue and staring at the flower language.

This straw bag has been scoring goals all the time, even the ball has not let them touch it again! Moreover, she is flexible and ghost like. She doesn't know where she will appear next moment. Even people can't rob her!

The boys in class 13 have finished running. At the moment, they are sitting or squatting at the flower language Abuse.

“…… How ferocious you are! It's an elbow to go up! My friend's arm is blue

"It's too fierce! Not to be provoked, not to be provoked! "

"Huahua is just a beautiful flower!"

"Flowers show them dead!"

……

Hua Yu looks at the five boys who are all around him. She throws the ball decisively and throws it to Ye Mingyu. Everyone doesn't expect that she will suddenly stop showing off. Ye Mingyu picks her eyebrows and smiles. She jumps up a few steps, and the ball is thrown out with a bang. The ball went in.

Watching the crowd around him:.... "

I may have watched a fake match!

A group of big men in class 9 lost to a group of girls in class 13 No, to be exact, it was lost to Hua Yu?!

The bangs in front of Hua Yu's forehead were wet with sweat, which made them even more round and lovely. They couldn't see the ferocity of the game just now. With a smile, "come on, children, call Dad!"

Although the bell hasn't been rung yet.

But the zero score of class 9 means that they have no way to surpass class 13, which has already got nine points.

Several boys looked at each other, and each looked ugly. Finally, Mo Yuanhan opened his mouth with a smile: "everyone is a classmate. It's just a joke. Don't be serious."

Several boys are relieved, let them call 13 class dad, it is better to kill them.

Flower language way: "who is joking with you?" She narrowed her eyes. "You'd better be obedient, or your father won't be able to call you out."