Posted on the Campus Forum

Hearing Zhang Mingyu's bet, Qin Ze's first reaction wasn't the anger of Zhao Baliao and the others, but: I think I've been set up.

It's not strange that Zhang Mingyu appeared on the court, it could only be considered a coincidence, but starting from demanding that he give up the court, and then the incident of hitting someone, coupled with the matter of slapping Zhang Mingyu in the face in public a few days ago, this becomes intriguing.

To sum it up, Zhang Mingyu and his buddies happily came to play basketball, then accidentally encountered his face-slapping enemy Qin Ze, so a plan was hatched, and the whole storm can be summed up in four words: "I want to provoke!"

This is revenge from the School Hunk.

Qin Ze has always been willing to speculate about others with the worst intentions.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired, and there is no turning back when things come to a head.

Qin Ze thought for a while, then turned to look at his companions.

"I have no problem." Zhao Baliao was very loyal.

"Life and death are irrelevant, just fight if you don't agree." This was the reply from the internet addict Liu Ziqiang.

Old Wang thought for a while, and whispered: "Damn it, it's impossible to back down now, otherwise we can forget about picking up girls before college is over, and can only use our left hand instead of our right."

Li Liang said: "Actually, I'm also scared in my heart, but I can't lose face."

A guy from Dorm 304 hesitated and said: "They are all from the Basketball Team. The founding emperor said, don't fight unprepared battles..."

Old Wang glared: "Virgin, shut your chrysanthemum. Your shooting is good, you have to play." He deeply understood the way to control people with both the stick and the carrot: "As long as you play, regardless of winning or losing, you don't have to pay back the two hundred yuan you owe me."

Old Wang was still very good at handling people, and in this way, he almost maxed out the favorability of Dorm 303.

The guy called Virgin patted his chest: "Don't mention calling grandpa, even if you call great-grandpa, I will accompany you to the end."

In this way, the personnel were quickly decided: Qin Ze, Zhao Baliao, Liu Ziqiang, Old Wang, Virgin.

Qin Ze looked directly at Zhang Mingyu: "Rest for five minutes."

"Okay!" Zhang Mingyu nodded in agreement.

The surrounding students were talking about it. Zhang Mingyu was a big celebrity, who didn't know him. Some people even took out their mobile phones and posted on the Campus Forum: "Zhang Mingyu duels with someone on the court, the loser calls the winner grandpa."

It also included a few photos, which were scenes of Qin Ze and others confronting Zhang Mingyu.

This post was pinned to the top by the Administrator, and within a few minutes, the number of views and replies exploded.

"Pictures speak louder than words, I believe it."

"Basketball Court, right? I'm going there right away."

"The old driver is about to speed, destination: Basketball Court."

"Di, hole-deep card."

"Di, social security card."

"Di, senior citizen card."

"Zhang Mingyu has been a bit noisy these days. He was slapped in the face not long ago, and today he is going to have a competition with someone."

"Waiting for Zhang Mingyu to capsize in the gutter."

"Impossible, look, the people around him are all from the Basketball Team. The guys opposite him are uneven in height, weight, and build, they look like they won't do, only the classmate standing in the middle has a good aura..."

"Huh, am I the only one who thinks that figure looks a bit familiar?"

"Upstairs +1, I also think it looks very familiar."

"Same as above."

"Same as above."

"+10086"

"That... that, take a look, is that Qin Ze? Face-Slapping King Qin Ze."

Someone replied uncertainly, then attached a picture of Qin Ze writing on the blackboard from behind.

As soon as this picture was posted, the popularity of the post instantly rose to a new height.

"Damn, it really is him."

"Oh my, is this kid going head-to-head with Zhang Mingyu?"

"Slightly hard, showing respect."

"My wish is world peace...Pah, let's start again, my wish is to slap Zhang Mingyu's face."

"I'm Qin Ze, and I endorse myself."

"Classmates, team up at the Basketball Court, let's go."

"Damn it, I'm off campus, can't make it back, requesting a live broadcast, requesting a live broadcast."

"I seem to smell a conspiracy, Poster, what exactly is going on?"

The Poster was very happy that their post was pinned to the top, temporarily becoming the most popular post on the Campus Forum, and happily replied: "I'm at the Basketball Court, they haven't started the game yet, don't miss it as you pass by, come and watch the fun. The commenter asked the right person, I was playing basketball next to them and witnessed the whole incident. The two sides had a verbal dispute because of playing basketball, which almost turned into a fight. Fortunately, they were both relatively rational and didn't really fight, otherwise they would definitely be punished, maybe even expelled. But things have reached this point, and no one is willing to back down, so they decided to settle the matter with basketball. The losing side admits their mistake, apologizes, and has to call the winning side: Grandpa, I was wrong."

The people in the forum got excited again.

"The Poster just said deliberately? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure, I saw it with my own eyes." The Poster posted a picture of "I swear on my integrity."

"So that means Zhang Mingyu was deliberately picking a fight. He's retaliating against Qin Ze for slapping his face."

"Damn, Zhang Mingyu is really insidious, holding grudges over the smallest things."

"He has no tolerance for others, all rich people are bad."

"Only officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people aren't allowed to light lamps? Qin Ze slapped our Mingyu's face, and he's not allowed to retaliate?"

"That's right, that's right, a bunch of resentful otaku upstairs, no wonder you don't have girlfriends."

"Zhang Mingyu, well done, Zhang Mingyu forever."

The forum was filled with arguments, quickly going off-topic.

Qin Ze and the others sat under the hoop, drinking beverages, recuperating. Their faces were calm, but their conversation revealed their inner anxiety. Zhang Baliao looked around and whispered, "Why do I feel like there are more and more people?"

"Not really." Li Liang rubbed the back of his head, wincing.

"Take a look at the Campus Forum." Old Wang handed his phone to Zhao Baliao.

The group passed the post around, and Zhao Baliao was dumbfounded: "Damn, which immoral bastard posted this?"

"This is putting us on the bonfire to roast. If we lose, we'll really lose face and won't be able to hold our heads up," Liu Ziqiang said gloomily.

More and more people gathered around, crowding the basketball court. As time passed, the number of people continued to increase.

The Virgin was fearless: "A man dies with his balls facing the sky, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Of course you don't care, you're just an unknown nobody. Losing face is just losing face, who knows who you are?" Old Wang rolled his eyes. "The most embarrassing one is Qin Ze. He's the main character of this incident. This is Zhang Mingyu's revenge. If he's really forced to call someone 'Grandpa,' it'll be much worse than getting slapped in class."

Everyone looked at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze had no expression. His gaze swept over the excited audience outside the court, over Zhang Mingyu and the others in the distance who were watching intently, and finally over the faces of his companions. At this moment, his heart suddenly surged, his blood boiled, and he couldn't help but sing: "Run forward, facing the cold eyes and ridicule.

How can you feel the breadth of life without experiencing hardship?

Fate cannot make us kneel down and beg for mercy.

Even if our arms are covered in blood,

Keep running with the pride of a child."

This was a song he had heard from the Points Shop, and he was moved to sing it at this moment.

Go forward, go forward, facing the cold eyes and ridicule, ignoring setbacks and difficulties.

No one is born a weakling, and small people also have their own roars and screams.

Zhao Baliao suddenly felt his blood boiling, his fists clenched, his veins bulging, and he raised his head and let out a roar.

"Run forward, facing the cold eyes and ridicule!" Old Wang stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to become a god!" Liu Ziqiang punched the basketball hoop.

The Virgin said, "Damn it, so what if you're on the Basketball Team, so what if you're the School Hunk? In the face of two hundred yuan, you're all just fleeting clouds."

The game begins!