Mu Chen pursed his lips. He thought that a substitute did not need to go to training.
He glanced at Ling Jue and saw that he was following him calmly, as if he had no objections to training.
The group of people came to the field. Fortunately, the field was very large, and the few classes had started training.
After all, they had been training for so many days just so that they could take the weekend off.
"Let's go to the corner over there. The front is occupied." Qi Ye rubbed his chin and looked at the basketball court in the distance.
They walked over. The eyes of the other classes lit up when they saw the people from Class A 1.
Perhaps Ling Jue was more eye-catching among the group, so when she passed by Class A 2's backboard, a basketball was thrown straight at her head.
"Be careful!" Mu Chen walked behind him with surprise in his eyes.
Ling Jue's eyes dimmed. She reached out her hand gently and caught the basketball that was flying towards her.
The ball was spinning on her fingertips. She glanced at the person who threw the ball at her indifferently.
Mu Aonan, the youngest son of Mu Lianrun, Mu Xueling's second brother.
"Hey, who is this? Isn't he my cousin?" Mu Aonan walked over with a proud look on his face.
Ling Jue stopped what she was doing with her fingertips. The basketball in her hand spun around in her hand, and she threw it at him with force.
Mu Aonan was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
He was smashed to the ground by the basketball, and his face immediately turned purple.
Ling Jue glanced at him indifferently, and her voice was a little teasing. "Maybe I'm too handsome. All the cats and dogs want to be related to me."
After she said that, she left the figure of the person from Class A 2 behind her.
Mu Chen looked at Mu Aonan in surprise, then followed Ling Jue. He sighed in his heart. Ling Jue seemed to be quite a powerful person.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his interest was suddenly piqued.
"Ling Jue! Just you wait!" Mu Aonan crawled up and roared at Ling Jue.
He would always embarrass him. He had to make him call him daddy in the basketball game!
"Brother Nan, does Ling Jue have a grudge against you?" His classmate was a little doubtful.
Mu Aonan glared at the other end of the line. "Yes, he killed my cousin. I will make his life a living hell!"
Someone quickly went forward and echoed, "That's too much! Brother Nan, I also have a grudge against Lu Yilie from their class. We have to embarrass Class A 1 in this basketball game. They think they can look down on others just because they're good at their studies."
Mu Aonan patted his shoulder and rubbed his aching face with one hand. He glared at Class A 1 with a vicious tone. "Bai Yao, we can't lose to Class A 1 this time. Our class has literary and sports students. Let's forget about the results. If we can't even compete with them in basketball, how are we going to survive in school in the future? Class A 1 is going too far!"
"Yes!"
"Brother Nan, you're our captain. We'll listen to you from now on."
"Alright!" Mu Aonan looked at the basketball under his feet with a cold smile. 'Ling Jue, I'll remember the humiliation you gave me. I'll pay you back double in the future!'
...
Ling Jue did not care about the admiration in the eyes of the Class A 1 students. She glanced at Qi Ye indifferently. "I'll only be a substitute."
Qi Ye's mouth twitched. Why was this kid so arrogant like his master? He had such amazing skills, but he was only a substitute.
Qi Ye looked at him suspiciously. "Don't you want Class A 1 to win?"
"I'm only a substitute." Ling Jue took the basketball next to her. "You guys go play over there. We'll play here."
Qi Ye: "..."
Lu Yilie looked at him with admiration. "Master Jue, from today onwards, you're the person I admire the most besides my uncle."