My elf is so clever

Before playing, Huang Haibin specifically called out to his teammates.

"Brothers, listen to me."

Teammates gathered around to see what Huang Haibin was going to say.

The corner of Huang Haibin's mouth curled up.

"Brothers, don't take action for a while."

Teammates are black and have question mark faces.

What the hell?

What on earth is Abin thinking?

He stretched out a finger toward the sky, a gesture that seemed familiar to other teammates.

Isn't this an action Zhou Yuan has done before?

Huang Haibin breathed out slowly: "I! Want! Fight! Six! People!"

Ouch I'm going!

This was the first reaction of his teammates. What is Huang Haibin doing?

Imitate Zhou Yuan?

There are really many dramas.

I've imitated the look and the momentum, but why are the lines so awkward?

They are calling 10!

What's the matter with you hitting 6?

"Okay Abin, stop pretending. Are you embarrassed?"

"You said one person wants to fight 6 opponents? We can't play with you like this!"

"Stop making trouble, Abin, let's just be honest, okay?"

"Don't pretend to be serious, brother Xueyuan hasn't learned anything yet."

"It's not interesting. Don't listen to him."

The more his teammates said this, the happier Huang Haibin smiled.

Hahaha, belittle me a little more, look down on me a little more!

Huang Haibin has read many online novels, and the routines in them are all like this.

Passers-by keep suppressing the protagonist, keep belittling the protagonist, and keep looking down on the protagonist.

But what about the end?

In the end, it was the protagonist who slapped everyone who looked down on him in the face.

Hmm, does this taste right now?

There are various signs that I, Huang Haibin, am the protagonist of this book.

Zhou Yuan saw that Huang Haibin, a live treasure, started to play, and there was really nothing he could do.

He rolled his eyes and explained to his teammates: "Actually, Abin was beaten by someone from No. 10 last night, and he wants revenge today."

As soon as Zhou Yuan finished speaking, his teammates began to share the same hatred.

"What? How dare you hit our people?"

"Brother Yuan, what happened last night? Why didn't you call us?"

"Ten Middle School! They are dead! Brothers, kill them today."

Dozens of days of training have created a strong bond among the teammates on the school team.

Of course, the center of the bond is Zhou Yuan.

However, they were not able to let go of Huang Haibin being beaten by a student from No. 10 Middle School.

"Give this face to A Bin." Zhou Yuan saw what Huang Haibin was thinking and gave him enough stage.

However, whether he can seize the stage depends on Abin himself.

"Yes, yes, we only give this face to Abin."

"Abin, if other people tell me about this, I will definitely not agree."

"Abin, it's just what you said, otherwise I would definitely not give him face."

Huang Haibin was very pleased that his teammates could give him face and chose not to take action.

But why is the pleasure of being slapped in the face gone after being suppressed and looked down upon?

Huang Haibin glared at Zhou Yuan complainingly, blaming him for talking too much.

"When we come on stage, I will stand at the front and you all will stay back."

Huang Haibin began to plan his appearance.

"Okay, listen to you."

The teammates became impatient and followed Huang Haibin's actions.

The host's voice came from the loudspeaker on the side: "Let us welcome the representative team of the 11th Middle School."

The audience applauded enthusiastically, and the applause was quite loud.

On the guest stage, Wang Erlong, director of the Zhejiang Provincial Scientific Research Bureau, suddenly sat up straight and looked at the arena.

Leng Feifei, the director of Kangzhou Water Gym, caught this scene and asked: "Director Wang is more optimistic about this match?"

Wang Erlong waved his hand and replied pretending not to care: "Ah, there is a junior there, I just want to take a look."

Leng Feifei knew something about Wang Erlong. She rolled her eyes and continued to ask.

"What Director Wang is talking about is the author of the Theory of Evolution of Intimacy in No. 11?"

Hearing Leng Feifei speak like this, the other guests also looked over.

"Which author is also coming to participate in this competition?" Niu Huanxi, the director of the Shangmei Steel Gym, asked in surprise.

He and Dr. Oishi were in the same market and had had several contacts. He heard that Dr. Oishi was planning to accept the author of the theory of evolution of intimacy as his disciple.

"I heard that Dr. Dashi is very optimistic about him and plans to accept him as his disciple." Niu Huanxi told the information he knew.

"Humph!"

When Wang Erlong heard this, he snorted coldly and said: "If you haven't accepted a disciple yet, you just don't have one. Don't get involved. Dashi needs to be admitted to Fudan University before accepting a disciple, but I don't have to."

When the other guests heard this, they realized that Director Wang Da was also interested in recruiting disciples, and he openly wanted to compete with Dr. Oishi for people.

This is too exciting.

Niu Huanxi belongs to Dr. Dashi and secretly sent him a WeChat message.

"Oh? The game has started, and the students from No. 11 Middle School are about to appear."

Leng Feifei's words brought several guests present back into the game.

But another water gym leader, Liu Rong, was watching another game, the one led by his daughter.

The host began to control the field and explained the team match between the tenth middle school and the eleventh middle school.

"We saw that the teams from Yunzhou No. 10 Middle School were very neatly arranged on the field. What about Yunzhou No. 11 Middle School in the same place as them?"

The camera goes to Yunzhou No.11 Middle School.

"Oh? There is actually a person from Yunzhou No.11 Middle School who is much ahead of their team. Is this person the ace of the No.11 Middle School team?"

Huang Haibin was far away from his teammates. He wanted to get more limelight by himself, and at the same time, he really wanted to challenge the top ten teams by himself.

When the people from No. 10 Middle School saw it, they were also confused. Could it be that this was a one-on-one challenge?

I saw Huang Haibin facing the No. 10 Middle School, hooking his fingers and shouting: "Come here!"

The students of No. 10 Middle School couldn't help but be so provocative.

They immediately released their elves and rushed towards Huang Haibin.

Huang Haibin imitated Zhou Yuan's previous appearance, pointing his index finger at the sky and saying word by word: "I! Want! Fight! Six!!"

This behavior shocked everyone watching the game.

"Damn, this guy is so arrogant!"

"Who is this person? He actually said that he wants to fight 1 against 6!"

"Could this be the trump card of Yunzhou No.11 Middle School?"

On the guest stage, Leng Feifei also looked at Wang Erlong in confusion.

"Director Wang, is this the author of the paper?"

Wang Erlong had seen Zhou Yuan's archives. After his paper won the award, he immediately took it out and looked at it.

He shook his head and said, "No, I don't know who this is."

Niu Huanxi patted his thigh: "I like young people who have strength and are willing to show it. They have so much personality. What I said just now is also very suitable to my taste."

"Could this person be the trump card of Yunzhou No.11 Middle School?" Leng Feifei speculated.

Wang Erlong shook his head. He really didn't understand this aspect.

"Let's watch the game."

Students from Yunzhou No. 10 Middle School, seeing Huang Haibin being so supportive, thought that he was very powerful.

"Brothers, come together. If we deal with him, we will win!"

When the six elves pounced on Huang Haibin, Huang Haibin still had a disdainful smile on his face.