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Chapter Thirty-Three: To draw a clear line of demarcation from Class 15

Classes 17 and 15 of the first year of high school were having physical education classes at the same time. It was time for recreational activities. Several boys from class 17 came to the sports equipment room. When they were about to get basketballs, they found Luo Yu.

There isn't a ball inside.

"What's going on? There's not a ball left." Ke Zhi asked in panic.

"Why are you panicking? The basketball was taken away by people from Class 15." Pan Jun pointed to several girls from Class 15 holding basketballs.

"What? Why are there so many girls playing basketball in their class?"

"Yes! And the girls are also good at it."

Ke Zhi and Pan Jun had no choice but to play tennis. When they walked out of the sports equipment room with the tennis balls, they saw many girls in their class skipping rope, and those were their own.

Ke Zhi turned around and said to Pan Jun: "Look, none of the girls in our class can play basketball."

"Yes!" Pan Jun said immediately.

"Have it?"

"Yang Lezhen! I taught her last semester."

Zhuo Meimei was jumping rope excitedly when suddenly a basketball flew towards her and knocked her to the ground.

"Meimei!" Other girls who saw her falling to the ground gathered around her.

"I'm fine." Zhuo Meimei stood up with her back pressed.

At this time, a girl from Class 15 came over and asked them: "Have you seen a basketball?"

When Wang Lu heard this, she became sullen and said to her angrily: "You hit our monitor with a basketball, right?"

"I didn't mean it." The girl from Class 15 whispered.

"Apologise to her!" a girl yelled at her.

"I'm sorry!" the girl from Class 15 apologized.

"It's okay." Zhuo Meimei said with a smile.

Later that girl went back, and many girls in Class 17 were discussing the girls in Class 15.

"Okay, stop talking, I'm fine!"

"But I think the girls in Class 15 are too violent. They hit people when they play ball."

"That's right!"

"Then how gentle you are!" Several girls from Class 15 came over and said angrily.

Yang Lezhen said calmly: "We didn't realize how gentle we were, because we thought it was dangerous. The girls in your class really hit our girls just now."

"She has already apologized to you."

"You girls in Class 17 are too narrow-minded."

"Are we narrow-minded? Our beauty forgives her."

"You girls in Class 17 can only skip rope. Look at the girls in our class, how handsome they are when they play basketball!"

The girls from Class 17 looked at the girls from Class 15 who were playing basketball.

Wu Shumei said: "My best friend can play basketball. Do you want her to compete with your class?"

Yang Lezhen nodded.

"Okay, let's compete. Who is afraid of whom? Let's go one-on-one!" A girl from Class 15 said domineeringly.

Yang Lezhen had a one-on-one basketball match with a girl named Qiao Yu from Class 15.

The girls in Class 17 clapped their hands and shouted: "Come on! Yang Lezhen!"

On the other side, all the students in Class 15 shouted "Come on" very loudly. Among the boys in Class 17, only Pan Jun was watching, as if he was watching his apprentice.

In the end, the girls from Class 15 won. They also laughed at Yang Lezhen, but it was useless to laugh at the girls from Class 17. In this way, the girls from the two classes became more and more fierce.

They kept arguing until the physical education teachers from the two classes came and asked what was going on before they stopped.

Wu Shumei said to the physical education teacher: "Class 15 laughed at us."

"They laughed at us because we couldn't play basketball.

"I know I can't do it, but I don't want our class to be laughed at, so I compete with them..."
Chapter completed!
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