The city's middle school basketball league is held every two years, divided into junior high school groups and high school groups, each with a champion.

In addition to the junior and senior high school group, there are also men and women groups, so there are four champions, junior high school boys, junior high school girls, high school boys and high school girls.

Such regulations are very fair, avoiding grade friction and men and women.

There are twelve junior high schools in the city, divided into six groups.

The champions in the past were all No. 1 Middle School affiliated to No. 1 Middle School, and No. 12 Middle School could not even enter the semi-finals. A group of people were very good at fighting, but this kind of struggle in the field has never been motivated.

However, this time, the basketball team that represented the No. 12 Middle School was different from before.

The competition has a start ceremony, and every team will have to march in front of the audience.

In the largest gymnasium in City A, there were crowds of spectators, and there were many small flags waving. They were wearing colorful cheering suits, screaming and cheering resounded throughout the sky.

The host was full of his enthusiasm on the stage and seemed to be a veteran of hosting.

"Let us welcome the No. 1 Middle School affiliated high school team that has won the championship for three consecutive times - the Goshawks!"

After the words came, the audience burst into extremely high voices, which made people deafening.

The audience was not so enthusiastic when the appearance of the next few teams.

When all the teams in front were parade, the last one to appear was Twelve Middle School.

The basketball court did not play the finale. I don’t know if it was intentional by the organizer. The team’s appearance order was arranged according to the rankings of the previous team. An Yeran was still in the sixth grade in the last game, so he did not participate. The team of the 12th Middle School team lost particularly badly. The first game was compared with the No. 1 Middle School Affiliated Middle School, but there were not even ten goals scored.

An Yeran stayed in the girls team. He got up late in the morning and didn't go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Now his stomach is empty and very uncomfortable. He just hopes that the ceremony will end soon.

The team members around her noticed her situation and fed the chocolate bars she carried with them very considerately into her mouth.

And in the women's cheerleaders of No. 1 Middle School affiliated to No. 1 Middle School, An Yeran suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The girl was tall, fair-skinned, her cheeks were slightly red under the sunlight, her apricot eyes were soft, her facial features were delicate and upright, and she was very beautiful.

She has a very good figure, her breasts are slightly raised, and she is in the developmental stage.

She met her many times. Although she was unwilling to see her, she was inevitably met.

Jiang Anxue actually participated in the basketball women's cheerleading team, which surprised Anran.

The junior high school entrance exam is the first to go to the high school entrance exam. The 12th Middle School is the last one in the junior high school entrance exam. When the host read the name of their school, he paused a little. I don’t know if it was intentional. The voice was not as high as before.

And when I read the name of the team, I obviously stuttered-

"The two teams from No. 12 Middle School in A are the names of - Social Team??"

The noisy sounds of the audience suddenly became quiet and they looked at each other.

Other schools are all goshawks, lions, roaring tigers, dragon roars, flying phoenixes, etc. Why does the painting style become so unique when you get to No. 12 Middle School?

A cheerleader from No. 1 Middle School sneered: "Social team? Do you think they are social people? Hahaha, they must have forgotten how badly they lost in the last basketball game."

"If we are still with No. 12 Middle School in the group, let's give them some face this time."

"Hahaha, you're talking so much!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

After the host's voice fell, two teams wearing pink uniforms walked out!

The pink on those children is particularly eye-catching, reflecting the sunshine, and the illusion that their eyes are about to be blinded.

What is remarkable is that each of them has a big pink pig head painted on their arms!

The pig's head is wearing black sunglasses, a gold chain hanging around her neck, and a cigar in her mouth, which makes her feel like a gangster boss.

The team leader of the women's group was relatively taller, half a head taller than the whole team. The girl had a ponytail and a chocolate bar in her mouth. The girl's appearance was not particularly good-looking, but it was not bad either. She could see it.

The most attractive thing is her unruly eyes. The more you look, the more a word pops up in your mind - female punk.

The audience was stunned.

Could it be that because No. 12 Middle School has given up the competition, it is so fancy and whistle-wearing for everyone?!

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At first, No. 12 Middle School was very resistant to the uniforms chosen by An Yeran, but after wearing them for a long time, they strangely accepted this setting.

"We must be the brightest scenery on the court! We must be unique in order to highlight the uniqueness of our strength!"

"Pink shines eyes, especially this sexy pink, can immediately disrupt the opponent's sight when worn on the body. Moreover, this kind of game is not completely formal and there are no too many requirements for the team uniform."

Zhao Jie is also a member of the basketball team. Although he was beaten and cried by An Yeran in the second grade before, after so many years of getting along, he has been deeply impressed by the inexplicable ruffian temperament of this guy and has become An Yeran's number one dog-legged.

"Brother Ran, let's call it the social team!"

"I haven't figured out the team name yet, why did you mention this name?"

After so many years, it seems that this person's secondary social disease has not been cured yet.

But names and other things are all empty, An Yeran nodded, "Success! But to be a social person, you still lack something."

"What is it?" asked the team members.

An Yeran smiled without saying a word. She took the paint and drew a pink pig's head on each person's arm.
Chapter completed!