Happy New Year!

Ye Changfeng was curled up alone in the corner. There was no one in the empty court. The air seemed to be still. It was so difficult to breathe that almost made Ye Changfeng cry.

He has been practicing football at the age of ten and has been six years since he has never failed. He has finally tasted the taste of failure.

"Newcomer King? MVP?" Ye Changfeng whispered, and tears finally came out of the corners of his eyes, and he flowed silently on his handsome face.

The captain's silence, the coach's speechlessness, and the blue faces of his teammates flashed through Ye Changfeng's eyes that were already blurred by tears.

"I deserve to die? How could I lose to him? Why?" Ye Changfeng pulled his long hair in pain and murmured regretfully.

"You can't defend me!" Yan Yufeng's arrogant handsome face and confident words hurt Ye Changfeng's heart again and again.

"Why!" Ye Changfeng looked up at the sky and whistled sadly.

"Bastard, damn it!" Ye Changfeng suddenly took his hands and slammed them hard on the ground, as if the hands were someone else's, without any mercy.

"Ye Changfeng, don't do this!" a girl shouted in a choking voice.

Ye Changfeng turned his head and saw that it was Yan. He turned his head and did not let her see her tears. He said coldly: "Get out!"

Yan was not angry because of Ye Changfeng's insulting words. She walked forward a few steps. Looking at Ye Changfeng's messy hair and curled up, she couldn't help crying loudly.

"Why are you crying?" Ye Changfeng sneered.

"Ye Changfeng, don't do this. I feel heartbroken when I see it. It's really ````````````We'll come back next year!" Yan covered her face, but tears fell from her slender hands.

"We? Joke! Haha```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Yan seemed to be frightened by Ye Changfeng's fierce behavior, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, shook his head and cried, "Ye Changfeng, don't do this!"

"Get out, don't pay attention to me! I don't need your pity!" Ye Changfeng stood up roaring.

Yan widened her eyes and looked at Ye Changfeng's terrible expression. Where did the boy who used to be gentle and elegant, sunny? Why do you look like this now?

Yan screamed, covered her face in disbelief, and turned around and ran outward.

Ye Changfeng was panting and suddenly roared into the sky: "Yan Yufeng!"

Ye Changfeng lay alone on the wall next to the court, looking straight at the front, and didn't know what he was looking at, and he leaned there dumbly.

The night slowly came, and the light of the stadium became darker and darker. The night wind slowly fell into the darkness. In the darkness, only those eyes were shining with stars, and those were tears.

Ye Changfeng didn't know how long he had sat down. Slowly, he stood up, let out a whisper, and walked out listlessly.

Stepping out of the arena and breathing a fresh breath, Ye Changfeng was energetic, and he became a little more awake, and he whispered to himself: "Come again next year!"

In the quiet campus, Ye Changfeng walked silently. In the high teaching building not far away, bright lights were emitted from every window, and a teacher could faintly hear the sound of a teacher speaking. Ye Changfeng turned his head and looked at him, thinking to himself: Tomorrow, I will resume my life, and like them, I will start to study and live hard.

The league has ended for me, and the school’s special policy for the basketball team has come to an end. From tomorrow on, I will no longer be a player, but just a student.

Thinking of this, Ye Changfeng smiled mockingly, walked forward, but suddenly found a person standing in front of him.

I looked up and looked carefully. It was Fan Xing.

Ye Changfeng didn't say anything, and turned his steps slightly, trying to walk past him.

"What are you going?" Fan Xing suddenly began.

Ye Changfeng stopped his footsteps and stood there. Fan Xing was flat on his shoulders. He didn't turn his head to look at him. He looked at the dark woods in front of him and said coldly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Of course there is something wrong!" Fan Xing's tone was also very cold.

"Say!" Ye Changfeng said coldly.

"Bastard, now you pretend to be cool with such a bad face. Fuck! You have lost, you have lost completely! Damn!" Fan Xing suddenly turned around and shouted in front of Ye Changfeng standing on the side.

Ye Changfeng's body was trembling and shaking harder. Suddenly, Ye Changfeng turned around suddenly, facing Fan Xing, twisted his hands, pulled Fan Xing's top leader, and said coldly: "What's the matter with you if I lose?"

Fan Xing obviously didn't expect Ye Changfeng to take action first, so he couldn't help but become even more angry. He quickly pulled away his hands holding Ye Changfeng's neckline, and cursed: "Why do you lose, of course you don't care about my business, but don't expose your resentment to Yanzi!"

"Swallow?" Ye Changfeng was stunned.

"Yes! What did you say to Yanzi just now? Why did she run home crying? Damn, don't be this master if you don't have the ability, fuck! Let it go!" Fan Xinghuo cursed with a red face.

Ye Changfeng laughed strangely. Fan Xing liked Yan Zi for a long time, and Fan Xing was always angry at his squeezing his main shooting guard position. He also guessed that he never talked to him during training and competitions. Unexpectedly, when he failed, he was the first to jump out and ridicule him here.

OK!

Very good!

Fan Xing was a little scared at Ye Changfeng's strange smile, but the depression that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out when he saw his sweetheart Swallow crying and running out of the school gate. He was angry and searched for Ye Changfeng everywhere on campus. Unexpectedly, he really found it. Seeing Ye Changfeng's cold and smelly face, Fan Xing finally became angry.

"Why are you laughing at?" Fan Xing cursed.

Ye Changfeng turned his head, looked at Fan Xing's angry face, and replied, "Do you know what I hate the most?"

"I don't care what you hate, I'll tell you to let go, damn!" Fan Xing went to pull the hand that was holding the collar tightly, but felt that he was unable to help, and he couldn't help but become even more angry.

"I tell you, I hate the little man who is incompetent, unwilling to give up, and full of jealousy the most!" Ye Changfeng said coldly. When he finished speaking, he finally let go of his hand, pushed it, and then he didn't look at Fan Xing, and turned around proudly and walked away.

The muscles on Fan Xing's face trembled violently, and his eyes suddenly turned bloody. Every word Ye Changfeng just now pierced into his heart, and a bloody energy rushed towards his forehead. Fan Xing suddenly cursed, "I'll fuck your ancestor!" As he spoke, the person had already rushed out and kicked Ye Changfeng in front of him.

Ye Changfeng just heard Fan Xing's curse and knew it was not good. He quickly turned around and just avoided Fan Xing's kick. Fan Xing didn't kick him, and immediately turned around and punched him.

Ye Changfeng did not dodge this time. Fan Xing's punch hit his face firmly. Under Fan Xing's punch, Ye Changfeng inertia turned backwards tilted backwards.

"Look at how I fix you bastard today!" Fan Xing punched hard, and couldn't help but increase his killingness. He shouted loudly and went up to meet him again.

Ye Changfeng finally became angry at this moment. All the depression and discomfort erupted at this moment. He suddenly stood up and kicked him with a kick as Fan Xing came.

"Um!" Fan Xing bent down in pain. Ye Changfeng didn't care about so much. He kicked Fan Xing directly to the ground, then rushed over, pressed him and punched him.

Fan Xing immediately responded, and the two of them immediately opened the huge campus path fiercely, and the loud curses and painful shouts between each other immediately tore through the quiet campus.

The security guard came to him and pushed the two men who were indistinguishable from each other to the ground after hearing the sound.

Ye Changfeng was pressed to the ground by two security guards, and a majestic voice suddenly rang out: "Why are you fighting?"

Ye Changfeng turned his head hard and looked at it. A blue and majestic face appeared in front of him, and the anger in his heart suddenly became half cold.

Oops, the director of the teaching is here!

Hearing this, the most harsh and terrifying teaching director in the school is here.

When he turned around and saw Fan Xing who was also pressing on the ground, but his eyes were filled with joy. Ye Changfeng suddenly remembered that Fan Xing’s uncle was the director of the teaching!!!

Things suddenly became serious, and Ye Changfeng pursed his lips and showed a look of fear.

The two were taken to the security room. After a while, the class owners of both sides and the team coaches arrived.

Everyone's eyes look at Ye Changfeng are different. They can't stand their head teacher's disgusting eyes, and the coach's eyes are full of anger, but it can be seen that it is a feeling of pain.

"Who will do it first?" the director spoke.

"He, after I said a few words to him, he punched me!" Fan Xing immediately shouted the evil man.

Ye Changfeng looked at Fan Xing coldly, turned his head and said nothing.

"Student Ye Changfeng, is that true?" The director's tone was still very calm, but everyone understood that behind the calm was boundless murderous intent.

"He is your nephew. If I said he was the first to do it, who would you believe?" Ye Changfeng sneered, with disdain on his face.

The director of the teaching director snorted strangely, causing everyone in the room, including the teacher and the security guard to tremble, but Ye Changfeng did not, and he still looked directly at the director of the teaching director fearlessly.

"Student Ye Changfeng, I'll ask you again: Who did it first?" The tone of the director of the teaching director began to become cold.

"Fan Xing!" Ye Changfeng said.

"Who can prove it?" the director of the teaching immediately asked.

Ye Changfeng looked at him with a strange look, suddenly burst into laughter, stood up suddenly, suddenly pointed at Fan Xing, shouting: "Who can prove that he didn't do it first??"

"The night is long and wind!" The director suddenly shouted loudly.

"Based on your current attitude, I can determine who is saying it is true. Students like you who are alone, indifferent to others, not unite with the collective, and have poor learning are simply not qualified to stay in a famous school like No. 4 Middle School that focuses on quality education and moral character!" The director of the teaching director shouted.

Ye Changfeng was just sneering, completely ignoring the look that the coach called him that made him calm.

Come on!

All come!

I want to see your group of people who are taking advantage of the situation.

"What's your phone number?" the director suddenly said.

Ye Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the matter was serious, but he had no regrets and said coldly: "05114443844!"

No one expected Ye Changfeng to be so straightforward. In such a serious situation, he did not lower his attitude and said some tactful words, but actually confronted the second-in-commander of the school.

The surprise and smirk of the head teacher, the sigh of the coach, and Fan Xing's pride were completely exposed in Ye Changfeng's eyes.

"I'll call your parents to come tomorrow, your problem is very serious!" The head teacher's face was ferocious, but in Ye Changfeng's eyes, it was so ugly.

"I can't call you. If you like it, call yourself!" Ye Changfeng sneered.

"You `````````````````````!" The director of the teaching was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Tell you, I have seen too many faces like you who protects your shortcomings and bullies the outside world. Don't act here. You can do whatever you want! I don't care!" Ye Changfeng turned around and walked out.

"Ye Changfeng, get out of here. You will use it to school tomorrow. I will tell you now. You have been fired from No. 4 Middle School for what you said just now!"

"Director Chen, calm down and don't be serious with the child!" The coach suddenly panicked and hurriedly pleaded.

"Coach, stop talking, sorry! I haven't played well and did not realize your wish. Ye Changfeng is no longer in No. 4 Middle School. I just didn't expect that I would have walked out of No. 4 Middle School like this, hehe!" Ye Changfeng stood at the door and stopped the coach's plea. He said in no way, and finally smiled miserably.

"You, you, and you!" Ye Changfeng lit the teaching director and the head teacher who was pretending to be sympathetic in turn. Finally, he lit the Fan Xing, who was pretending to be wronged, and said with contempt.

"It's all a group of garbage that should live in the sewer!" After saying that, Ye Changfeng turned around, stepped out of the gate, and looked at the stars in the sky. Ye Changfeng roared up to the sky, and walked towards the Fourth Middle School Gate without turning back without regret.

Looking at Ye Changfeng's gradually lost his back, the coach suddenly felt a sense of distress and coldness, and the hope of the No. 4 Middle School's rise again was suddenly extinguished.

And listening to the hateful director who might have been angry after being scolded just now: "I won't let such a trash student go to school, wait, I want to make no Beiyang school take him in!"

"He is right, you are just a bunch of trash! Damn, I'm not going to do it anymore!" The coach, who had always been calm, finally became angry, turned his head suddenly, glared at the people in the room, cursed, and then turned around and left the security room angrily, leaving only a group of them standing there in a stunned manner.
To be continued...