Halfway through the first half, Lu Yilie scored a goal, while Ouyang Ye scored a goal. The score on the field was 20:2.
Qi Ye started to get nervous. He rubbed his neck and pushed Mu Chen away.
Mu Chen fell back into a deep sleep.
Qi Ye remembered that his neck and head were about to be separated, so he pushed him again. "Move, move, move."
Mu Chen opened his eyes and saw that their class was in the middle of a match. He rubbed his eyes. "The match has begun?"
Qi Ye rolled his eyes at him and said, "You really can sleep."
Mu Chen stared unblinkingly at the people on the field and tugged at Qi Ye's sleeve. "What day is today?"
"Monday."
He yawned and leaned against his shoulder. "Oh, then I'll sleep for a while more. There are still four days before the holiday."
Qi Ye pushed him away and was extremely disgusted. "Get lost! It's f*cking Friday!"
Mu Chen was immediately jolted awake. He looked at Qi Ye in disbelief and asked, "Today is Friday?"
Qi Ye was still not used to seeing such a sleepy face, but he still nodded. "Yes."
Mu Chen's lips curled into a smile. "Then we'll have a holiday tomorrow."
"Bull****!" Qi Ye was furious and kept a distance from him in disgust. "Even if you lose, you still have to train. You even have a holiday. You're going to lose your life!"
Although he wanted to stay away from him, Ling Jue was right beside him. He could only shrink back. Compared to Mu Chen, Ling Jue was more dangerous.
Mu Chen frowned and looked at the score card with his dark eyes.
"20:2?" He could not believe it. His eyes bulged as he looked at the score. "Is our class that good? How can we have so many points after the other classes?"
Qi Ye slapped him on the head angrily. "Young man, you must have slept like a fool! That 2 is our class, and 20 is Class A 2"
Mu Chen frowned again when he heard that. A hint of gloominess appeared on his handsome little face. "That useless?"
Qi Ye rolled his eyes. Were these young people really normal? Why did he feel like he had derailed from them?
"You can't even dribble, yet you're still here commenting on others."
Mu Chen frowned. "I can't dribble?" Why did he remember that he was a dunk expert?
Could it be that he was dreaming?
"..." Qi Ye rolled his eyes. This youth must have slept like a fool, right?
Meanwhile, the people on the field were panting. Only Ouyang Ye and Lu Yilie could still fight, and the others did not have any strength left.
When the girls from Class A 1 saw that the boys were discouraged, they stood up to cheer for them. "Lu Yilie, Song Xiao, Ouyang Ye, Liu Ye, Chen Xi, go! You guys are the best!"
"All the best, Class A 1!"
"All the best!"
A group of people cheered. They wanted to get up and continue, but when they saw that it was 20:2, they still did not have the strength to fight.
Ouyang Ye saw that Liu Ye and Chen Xi were so discouraged. He patted their shoulders and said, "Brothers, the first half is almost over. Hold on."
Lu Yilie nodded as well. He got up and ran. "Brothers! All the best!"
On the other side, Class A 2 was very disdainful. Wang Xiang and the others gave their attacking teammates a look.
That teammate was tall and big, so he instantly understood what he meant.
He dribbled the ball and rushed out. Lu Yilie went to stop him, but he charged forward with brute force.
Seeing this, Ouyang Ye also went to stop him. When that person saw that two people were stopping him, he relied on brute force to rush over. His target was Lu Yilie.
Lu Yilie was a little nervous. He pushed back two steps, but Ouyang Ye jumped up and wanted to snatch his ball. However, that person turned his hand and hit Ouyang Ye in the eye. He even hit him hard. The strength was so great... Ouyang Ye fell to the ground with a headache.