What is more eye-catching is Lin Xiaoken, a midfielder in Class 2, Class 2. His fat figure squirmed in the midfield. Every time he made the ball that was close to him slide away from his feet, causing the players to curse. Finally, he had a chance to head the ball, but he pushed the ball to the sky. Zhong Bai, who was in charge of receiving the ball, was so angry that he went crazy: "You grandma's not using your butt to push it?"

Everyone's movements are getting bigger and bigger, starting from Ye Yuhu's "tiger shot". Everyone has to shout before touching the ball, such as "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Shovel", "Razor Shooting", and "Lushan Shenglong Shovel" appear one after another.

Liao Xuebing was stunned. Is this a damn football or a cartoon? He started to feel uneasy and his time was getting less and less. It seemed that he would win! God blessed me, I will eat meat every meal this month. If I win money, as a teacher, I would advise students not to bet on football in the future. Betting on football will cause heart attacks. If they insist on betting, it would be great to bet on racing with me. Think again, Lao Liao is a role model, how can I guide students to gambling?!

Looking at the game itself, I felt that Class 2 was very united because of football. He began to wonder if he could combine football-like activities into education. In fact, education is not limited to classrooms, outdoor activities, and even outside schools, which can inspire their motivation.

He lit a cigarette and began to think hard. The sudden appearance of this melancholy poetic temperament formed a strong contrast with the lively stadium. Bei Xiaodan, who had been quietly observing him, was stunned.

At this time, the ball deviated from the predetermined track and flew towards him under the fighting between the players on both sides. Bei Xiaodan shouted: "Be careful, teacher!"

Lao Liao was startled and suddenly woke up. He was about to make a cool and handsome position to block the ball, but he didn't expect it to be a spinning ball full of strength... With a bang, the ball hit his face, the cigarette butts splattered, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out of his nose.

Lao Liao's heart almost flew out of his chest, and he was stunned for a moment before he wiped away the bleeding from his nose in a mess.

This unexpected episode filled the air of happiness inside and outside the venue. When everyone was looking at each other, Liao Xuebing had to pretend to be indifferent and waved his hand and blurted out: "College of Class One in Three Years, come on! Fight for victory!"

Half of the cheerleaders with a super short skirt and beautiful legs looked at him: "The teacher of Class 2 of the second year is so elegant, and he even cheered for our class." The first beauty in the school, He Xin's crush Li Xinghua, also thought this teacher was too interesting.

There were still the last two minutes! The students in Class 2 of Year 2 actually became more and more braver in the battle, and the situation reversed and they pushed the opponent's half.

Class 2 of the second year forced the corner kick with efforts. The corner kick was taken and fell into the hinterland of the penalty area of ​​Class 1 of the third year.

The opponent's defender hurriedly tried to clear the ball. At this moment, Lin Xiaoken shook his body and rushed up. Seeing that the ball was about to hit him, he hurriedly dodged on his back, but the ball hit his butt and bounced back at a tricky angle to the net. Three to three!

The cigarette that Liao Xuebing had just lit flashed and fell to the ground.

It was so dramatic. Lin Xiaoken howled and rolled on the grass: "I can score goals with my butt! I can score goals with my butt! Zhong Bai, what else do you have to say!"

The whistle sounded at the end of the game, and the two sides fought to a draw. This was a painful result for everyone to be satisfied and Liao Xuebing was suffering. The athlete shook hands, and Ye Yuhu tightly squeezed He Xin and didn't know what he was saying. Liao Xuebing regretted it and didn't pay attention, "My 4,500 yuan! Oh my God, why am I so stupid to bet on the ball?"

He was stunned on the sidelines, with the laughter of the students in his ears.

After the players on the field came down, Siyan smiled and said, "I finally got a draw, I didn't lose face. The opponent is in the championship class, and you performed really well."

"Ah? The teacher lost all the money? Why? It was obviously a draw!"

"Shhh--Shut, he bets for three years."

Ye Yuhu nodded, walked to Liao Xuebing and bowed hard, with a sincere tone: "Teacher, thank you for your encouragement, which makes us more fighting spirit. You are the core of our class's positive attitude, you are the best candidate for the negative textbook, you are the beacon that guides our course on the way..."

Liao Xuebing's chest seemed to be filled with a bottle of aged vinegar, bitter and astringent, and could not speak.

The goal-scoring hero Lin Xiaoken said in panic: "Teacher...I...I'm unintentional..."

The students walked up to him one after another: "Teacher, let's be mourning."

"Teacher, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. Football matches are often upset, which is also valuable experience. The tuition is worth it. My relatives have started to bet on football and lose more than you! Don't be discouraged, only strong people can reach the other side of victory..."

"Teacher, tomorrow will be better!"

Finally, Siyan threw him three dollars, "Teacher, this is the 50 cents you bet. In the spirit of your contribution to our class, I have made up two more dollars, enough to take the air-conditioned car home."

Liao Xuebing silently took the three dollars, his heart still bleeding, and he said to himself: "Honesty, I still have a few hundred dollars that I robbed Adao yesterday. It should be enough to save money next month."

He was about to find a place to cry, but Cui Zheng and Ye Yuhu stopped him: "Teacher, our class is united and cooperates sincerely to tie the championship class. It can be said that he won. As our class teacher, you should have some rewards, right?"

Liao Xuebing sneered: "What reward do you want? I will praise you in class for five minutes in class tomorrow?"

Cui Zheng did not dare to speak back openly and said politely: "Teacher, it's rare that everyone is so happy. Just treat us to a meal, right?"

"I..." Liao Xuebing wanted to say that you had won all my money, and he would treat me nothing. Bei Xiaodan's coquettish voice made him swallow his words: "Teacher, your salary is so high, don't be so stingy."

"I……"

Bei Xiaodan shook his hand again and said, "Teacher, I'm so hungry!"

Half of it is the girl's obsession, and half of it is a factor of face. Lao Liao thought to himself: "You can cut off your head and shed blood. You can't lose your face, forget it!" He smiled with a chic expression and said, "Then go to the restaurant on the second floor of the school. It is close to the place and the environment is elegant. If you go there, you can sign up." Looking around the students.

Someone said: "My mother made Angelica Chicken Soup tonight, so I'll go back first."

Someone said, "My mom told me to go home early, next time."

Another girl said, "The handsome guy in the senior year of high school asked me to go swimming after school and leave first."

For a time, more than half of the people were reduced. Liao Xuebing only hoped that the fewer people would leave, the better. In the end, there were only a dozen people left: "You are all homeless?" He stared at Zhong Bai, and his meaning was very clear: "Boy, if you want to have a meal, I will call your sister!"
Chapter completed!