Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"I signed up for the 3000-meter wheelchair obstacle course..." In order to maintain the school's perfect image, Xiaoyao had to lie.

The female reporter was a little incredulous: "A 3000-meter wheelchair obstacle course?! I've never heard of such an event!"

Principal Tachibana quickly picked up her phone and said, "Xueshimi, get me ten wheelchairs! Quick!"

Chapter 125 I am holding the beautiful girl from your school

"One hundred meters left!"

"Fifty meters!"

"Yukikawa Haruka successfully lit the sacred cauldron on the playground!"

"This also means that the sports meet of Shengwen Middle School has officially begun!"

"Next up is a very grand opening ceremony!"

Looking at the footage captured by the drone, the student union cadres of Qingshan Middle School couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"It's such a mess, President Hoshino."

"There's no way a rubbish school like this can compete with us."

"We will trample them under our feet this year as well."

The person who spoke was last year's long-distance running champion, Hayato Kazama, known as the Eagle of Aoyama Junior High School.

He stood by the window, his tone enthusiastic: "Also, this morning, I sent a lot of pornographic pictures to their athletes."

"As long as we can win the basketball game, plus I'll win the long-distance running championship, that fat principal will be humiliated again, right?"

"Back then, they actually refused me admission to Shengwen Middle School..."

"Are you regretting this now and about to cry?"

After speaking to himself for a long time, Hayato Kazama put his hand in his pocket and touched the syringe:

"Ah, their basketball team has arrived."

"If the basketball team can't beat them, all the funds for this semester will go to our track and field team."

Hearing his words, the captain of the basketball team clenched his fists, but dared not say anything.

In sports, only results matter.

As the director of the track and field department, who is a professional athlete, he is naturally superior to him.

"Strange, why is that Miura Gensuke guy here too? Isn't he going to participate in the long-distance race? Although he is a rival, a genius is only the threshold to meet me."

After the confusion subsided, Hayato Kazama smiled: "So you've given up? It's really boring."

The next second, he saw Miura Gensuke pointing at him rudely.

"Hmph." Hayato Kazama closed the window: "What are you so proud of, loser?"

"Everyone, go prepare for the competition." Hoshino felt that the other party was very noisy. She had no good feelings towards people with poor grades.

After everyone left, Hoshino stood by the window curiously.

Gensuke Miura was wearing jersey No. 24 and chatting with the women's basketball players.

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"President, Qingshan Middle School's playground is quite large..."

After arriving at Qingshan Middle School, the basketball team of Shengwen Middle School was a little overwhelmed.

After all, the environment is unfamiliar and the eyes around are not very friendly.

"Let's stretch, the competition is about to start." Miura Gensuke didn't care about that.

Anyway, he is handsome, and his opponents will only feel inferior when they see him.

"Hahaha." An enthusiastic athlete from Aoyama Junior High School walked over, followed by a basketball team. "Miura-san, I'm the captain of the Aoyama Junior High School basketball club..."

After seeing the number on Miura Gensuke's chest, he stopped introducing himself and his eyes were full of hostility.

Miura Gensuke glanced at the number on his chest.

It's No. 23, James' number.

His jersey is No. 24, Kobe's number, but it was given to him by the former director of the basketball department.

To be honest, he has never watched NBA.

I've only watched Kuroko's Basketball.

But the principle should be similar to black people's basketball...

After the two teams exchanged glances, Miura Gensuke called his basketball club captain aside and said, "Daxiang, didn't you give them notebooks? Why are they all so energetic?"

Hasegawa Daisho was also puzzled: "These guys have too much self-control, don't they?"

"What book did you put in there?"

"It's like a small horse pulling a big cart..."

"You're giving away something as good as this? Let me see it."

"President, please don't look at it now."

While the two were discussing the plot, the Qingshan Middle School women's basketball team also walked onto the basketball court, looking listless.

Miura Gensuke: “…”

"Did I put it in the wrong place?" Daisho Hasegawa slapped his thigh, feeling very annoyed.

The women's basketball team's victory or defeat...

No one cares at all.

The reporters didn't even know how to take pictures.

Moreover, the women's basketball teams of Qingshan and Shengwen are very weak, and they cannot even enter the national league.

As the game approached, the audience of Qingshan High School gradually gathered.

Surrounded by such a group of strangers, the basketball team of Shengwen Middle School became even more nervous.

Not to mention, the other side even had a cheerleading team to boost morale.

She was wearing a red miniskirt and a short shirt, and holding a bouquet in her hand.

Each of them has a graceful figure and handsome appearance.

Obviously, it's a trap.

"Don't stare at people's belly buttons. It makes you look ignorant." Miura Gensuke clapped his hands and said, "Pay attention, everyone. Don't embarrass the people of Shengwen Middle School."

"President, weren't you watching too?"

"I'm pretending to be a honey trap to make them let their guard down, understand?"

The obedient Hasegawa Daisho closed his eyes and said, "Everyone! If we win this game, the president will return Kobe's autographed card to our basketball club!"

"But Minister, Kobe also likes women..."

The other team members' self-control is obviously not as high as Daxiang's.

Gensuke Miura sighed and took out Kobe's autograph card.

I have to say, this card seems to have some psychological suggestion effect.

Looking at Kobe's portrait, he gradually smiled.

The game started soon with the whistle, and reporters kept changing camera positions to shoot.

However, Gensuke Miura will not be playing until the second half, so he will have to sit on the bench.

It would be too boring just to watch the game without anyone to chat with.

Miura Gensuke took out his cell phone and sent a message to the reasoning club group.

Miura Gensuke: What are you doing?

[Cat House: Eat glucose meow, cough cough meow. 】

Miura Gensuke: That's for athletes! And it needs to be soaked in water!

【Hoshizaki Sayo: Gensuke, you're so boring! 】

Today's games were all serious sports, and the young ladies had little interest in them.

Miura Gensuke: Tomorrow we'll have some easy activities.

[Yukikawa Haruka: Is the principal really planning a 3000-meter wheelchair obstacle course?]

[Miura Gensuke: Hehehe…]

Finally I can have a good time.

People who have never ridden in an electric wheelchair have no idea how fun it is.

[Asano Mio: Gensuke...]

It's a private chat.

【Asano Mio: I also want to participate in the project with Gensuke...but I can't.】

[Miura Gensuke: After all, he's an idol.]

【Miura Gensuke: There's really no other way.】

【Miura Gensuke: However, we can be on the same team during tug-of-war.】

[Asano Mio: Hmm...]

[Miura Gensuke: Does Xiao Mio still care about my relationship with my senior? ]

【Asano Mio: Just to fulfill the request...】

Asano Mio: It can't be helped, just like I can't play the three-legged race with Gensuke...