This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

Boom, boom, boom...

When the drums sounded in the Tianxing Basketball Stadium, everyone in the stadium fell silent.

Drums are a very small musical instrument.

But its sound is like the beating of a surging heart, like the sound of horseshoes trampling the ground, making the scalp numb and the hairs of the person who hears the drum beating stand on end.

The sound of drums is shocking.

Whether it was the Zhenzhong school team who had just walked into the stadium, or the Hongyuan school team, Zhai Haihua, Dewey and others, no one thought that Han Xiaochen and the others in the stands would do such a trick.

And as the drumsticks in Han Xiaochen and Qin Huai's hands fell faster, the more impassioned and majestic drumbeat penetrated the entire Tianxing Basketball Stadium, shocking the people who were entering the stadium outside the stadium.

Dewey's eyes widened, he swallowed with a thud, and hurriedly took a picture of this strange and rare scene.

In addition, the self-media and a few people who had just arrived at the scene recorded all of this!

After playing the song, Han Xiaochen and Qin Huai wiped off their sweat and looked at each other with smiles.

They didn't knock twice casually.

The drum song is called "Dragon Raises its Head", which was specially selected and trained by Han Xiaochen for today's competition.

The people in their Class 9 will either do something or not do it, and they will definitely take it seriously and go all out.

"It turns out that drum music can be so inspiring?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Drum music has always been exciting, but there are very few people who can do it now."

"That's right, the ancient war drums are all necessary on the battlefield, and they can be regarded as one of the weapons."

"Swords can kill, as can drums, but they are two different ways of killing!"

"Awesome!"

"What's the name of this drum song? Dragon raises its head? What a good name, it fits the occasion!"

"My junior high school classmates are in Hongyuan, and they are all waiting to see the jokes of our Zhenzhong school team! Heh heh, I don't know who sees the jokes in the end!"

"Hehe, isn't it because Wei Xiaotian was the main force last year in our school team this year?"

"Lin Gou, Lao Yue, Brigadier Commander, beat them all!"

...

The approach of the Zhenzhong school team is unique.

"Good guy, what's going on in class 9? But I like it!" Lin Lei walked into the arena with a big smile, feeling very happy in his heart.

Such a coquettish appearance welcome ceremony is very suitable for him.

Fan Jun, Wei Xiaotian and the others were also extremely surprised.

Lin Weirui, Yue Zhanye, Zhou Lu and the others were even more excited.

They know their classmates will come to cheer them on.

But they don't know that their classmates will cheer them on in such an amazing way.

The three people who walked into the venue were filled with endless fighting spirit, and felt that they had inexhaustible strength all over their bodies.

The three looked at each other and nodded firmly.

Fight hard for yourself, for Class 9, and for Zhenzhong!

...

People in Zhenzhong were very excited because the welcome ceremony was prepared for them.

But the Hongyuan school team on the other side was very upset.

"Damn it! How the hell are you still beating the drums?"

"Hmph, if you can't get together on the court and off the court, the people in Zhenzhong can only lie to themselves."

"That's right, it must be that they know they can't win, and they can only find compensation from other places."

"Stop talking, keep training!"

"Yes, Captain!"

...

Xu Jie went to pick up Zhou Yutong on the way, so he came a little late.

When the two of them arrived outside the arena, they heard the sound of drums coming from the basketball arena.

"Is someone beating the drums in the basketball gym?"

"Is it a pre-match performance prepared by the organizer?"

Listening to the sound of the drum, Zhou Yutong asked in surprise.

Xu Jie smiled and shook his head, "I don't know."

"I haven't heard of a pre-match performance?"

Not only Zhou Yutong didn't know, even Xu Jie didn't know about Han Xiaochen's arrangement.

But when the two entered the basketball arena and saw uniform blue and white jerseys in the stands and two leather drums surrounded by the crowd, they realized that it was their Treasure students who made the "war drum beating"!

"Teacher Xu, here!"

"Teacher Zhou!"

The sharp-eyed students saw Xu Jie and Zhou Yutong walking up to the stands, and hurriedly waved to them.

When Xu Jie and the others came to the students, Wang Siyuan handed Teacher Xu a jersey.

"Teacher Xu, this is for you."

Xu Jie took the jersey with a smile and said, "Whose idea is this?"

"A lot of money, right?"

There was no accusation in his tone.

He has also thought about making jerseys.

But today is the first game of the league, so he is not in such a hurry to do it.

In his mind, it would not be too late for him to customize jerseys when Zhenzhong's school team entered the subsequent regional finals and national finals.

He also didn't expect that the students in class 9 had already quietly customized jerseys for the whole class and teachers.

"Mr. Xu, I shared it with the class monitor, and it didn't cost much."

Wang Siyuan chuckled and handed Zhou Yutong a jersey.

It's still March, and the temperature has not yet risen to the point where you can directly wear a jersey.

Therefore, when Wang Siyuan customized jerseys, he always customized jerseys one size larger.

In this way, it only needs to be set outside.

Xu Jie's jersey is number 0.

As he put it on, he looked at the students' jersey numbers.

Good guy, I made it directly according to the student number!

Seeing this scene, Xu Jie couldn't help laughing.

"Look, if you secretly make jerseys yourself, you can only do it according to your student number."

"How good would it be if we counted everyone's favorite numbers or lucky numbers in advance?"

"Don't do this next time, and discuss it with me first."

"Can I disagree with you?"

Wang Siyuan grinned, "Understood, Teacher Xu."

"Aren't we afraid that you won't let us spend money?"

Xu Jie smiled and patted Wang Siyuan on the shoulder, "Want to spend money? There will be a place for you to spend it in the future."

He looked at the jersey number Wang Siyuan was wearing, and he was filled with emotion.

This kid from the imperial capital really values ​​love and righteousness.

He was wearing Chu Xiaoran's No. 36, not his own No. 27.

Xu Jie knew that when Chu Xiaoran went abroad, Wang Siyuan and Liu Peng were sad and lost for a while.

The reason why they didn't let them send Chu Xiaoran to the plane together was not that Xu Jie didn't give them leave, but Chu Xiaoran insisted on it.

According to what Chu Xiaoran said to Xu Jie, to be a brother, in my heart, how embarrassing it is to cry at the airport.

Xu Jie knew that the relationship between them was very good.

This kind of brotherhood will not change due to changes in time and space.

On the contrary, it will be more mellow.

...

After 3:30, the stands in the basketball hall gradually became lively.

There are students and teachers from other classes in Zhenzhong.

There are teachers and students from Hongyuan High School.

There are school team coaches and players who directly compete with No. 3 Middle School and Beimen.

There are scouts, reporters, and self-media.

There are citizens in Zhongnan City who love basketball.

...

At 3:58, players from the two teams played one after another.

The game is about to start.