The list of the semi-finals was decided soon, and many people were able to be ranked in the semi-finals for Class 2 in 2018. They sighed that today's luck is getting better and better. The campus forum provides videos of Class 2 in 2018 for users to download.

Everyone's comments are not how unexpected the second class of the second year, whether their physical fitness is so good that it is enviable, or how clever their tactical arrangement is. What everyone talks about the most is the masterpiece of the second half. Without this section, this game is just a game that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. No matter how fast the wind Ye Yuhu runs or how many people the God of War Mengjun knocks over, no one will pay attention to it. This is the model of the _____ Earth commentator, and the role model of the world commentator, Liao Xuebing, a Chinese teacher who is incisive, humorous, vivid, and specific and exaggerated.

In just a few days, the forum has had an incredible amount of topics about which commentary has reached an incredible level, and even students from other schools participated in the discussion. The only shame is that the live commentator was not captured in the video, and some of the students who did not see with their own eyes were skeptical, but said that next week, the second class of the second year will definitely watch it.

Li Yuzhong felt that he was walking on the road, and some girls were beginning to pay attention. After passing by their experience, he could vaguely hear a few whispers: "Look, he is the "black bomber" of the Luck Team. Li Yuzhong looks pretty good, haha." Suddenly, after taking the class for a long time, he felt as comfortable as if he was flying in the sky.

There are a few more marches in the school, "I sigh when I hear the fart", "The ape arm is a car", and I have to say hello when I meet. As for the unevolved gorilla Zhang Zheyu, the mouse-faced Wang Ruoyuan, I have long hated this Chinese teacher.

Li Yuzhong has never admired Teacher Liao so much. He is simply a god! The boring classmates in this class took this opportunity to hype, even as wretched as Wang Long and He Lianzhe, they also collected several anonymous love letters in the storage box. Not to mention the popularity of Ye Yuhu and Cui Zheng, who have always been cool.

On October 24th, which was as hot as tea, the half final finally came.

The first game consisted of Class 1 against Class 6, a year in the rookie class. There were many people coming, and the stadium stands were almost full, and more than 50 out of the people were holding recording equipment. The banners in the hands of many viewers did not read slogans such as "Some class" and "A certain class will win", but wrote in large characters: "Teacher Liao, the world will be wonderful with you."

Several school teachers who were responsible for maintaining the overall situation found it boring and ridiculous, but they were unable to interfere with their freedom.

But when everyone saw the two stupid figures of Guo Hai and Peng Da appearing on the commentary stage. At first, they were bored and deliberately imitating the tone of the radio host, and a few unfunny words of cold humor that appeared from time to time, everyone protested by leaving the stage.

He Xin expected to enjoy the tide of cheering like a tide. He showed himself very strategically, but when he shot a ball and raised his hands to celebrate, he found that there were only the beautiful girl cheerleaders in this class who could win over some lustful male audiences.

No matter how good the ball is, someone still needs to appreciate her. This...what is this? This is the half-finals that only twice a year! Two heavyweight football teams collided passionately, but they couldn't find anyone to cheer?

The morale of Class One and Class Six in Three Years dropped by more than half. The whole game was boring and everyone was like a walking corpse. Afterwards, many classmates said, "I'm so lucky I didn't go to see it."

In the end, Class One won the first three years. He only defeated his opponent by one to zero and advanced to the finals with his head held high.

Thirty minutes later, the audience returned to the football field, and the second game of the half-finals was about to begin. According to the speculation of the pervert, "p Liuzui" Teacher Liao will personally be the commentator of the game. Everyone stretched their necks to search for Liao Xuebing's figure, but unfortunately he did not appear as scheduled. As the old strong team of the three-year and fourth team who entered the semi-finals, strongly protested, believing that the opponent's class teacher as the commentator would make the game unfair and just.

They ran to Mo Yongtai, who was the referee in this round, and all of them left the demonstration if the commentator was removed. Mo Yongtai wanted to expel Lao Liao, but he could only shrugged at this moment and said, "Please rest assured, I did not receive any notice that Teacher Liao would be an editor of this game."

A large number of audiences came to Lao Liao expressed their regrets because this would lose five parts of the fun.

The sky gradually became gloomy, and the cumulonimbus clouds were over the city, and the sun was covered with light. Mo Yongtai looked at his watch. It was clear just now, but it was already dark clouds. It was just past five o'clock, and many classrooms had lights on their lights. It seemed that the upcoming heavy rain would change the schedule of the game.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, making the trees around it sway, rolling up yellow leaves. A thin plastic bag flew over the stadium from time to time. The people on the empty court were unable to stand firm. The strong wind charmed the eyes. Guo Hai and Peng Da had just carried out the table microphone, and the commentary information spread on it scattered, scattered and disappeared in an instant. The audience quickly left the court, with only a few people left on the court.

Heavy rain poured in, and raindrops as big as beans fell down, splashing a bunch of mud and dust.

"The game is changed to tomorrow!" Mo Yongtai shouted while touching his head and running into the lounge. The two football players who were preparing for the exercise immediately turned into birds and beasts.

Liao Xuebing in the office mistakenly prepared the window, and the heavy rain hit the glass window, making a slash, and it gathered into a thin column of water. He turned on the fluorescent light and endured Mo Laowu's roar on the phone: "Liao Xuebing! Why haven't you answered me after you delayed for a few days? Do you know that this matter is very important?"

Liao Xuebing pulled the phone half a foot away from his ear: "Shou okay, don't worry, I think your proposal is difficult. That master is an extremely dangerous person. I can beat him unless I take stimulants."

"Of course I know it's difficult? Otherwise, why would I be looking for you?"

"I think you should go to the United States to invite a few boxing champions to help..."

Mo Laowu immediately said: "Didn't you finish reading the information I sent to you a few days ago? Do you know why Johnson, the heavyweight champion of the American Professional Boxing League, suddenly announced his retirement in his prime? One of them was Xie Zihui's versus Johnson, who broke Johnson's seven ribs in two minutes. If I hired a foreigner, wouldn't I lose?"

"Hey, I still don't want to be broken seven ribs. My life is very peaceful at the moment, and it's not worth losing my life for a Bentley."

"You want me to say this time, let's do it. You come to Yuyu Qionglou tonight and I have something to say to you."

After Liao Xuebing hung up in depressed mood, he received a call from Mrs. Smith on the board of directors, asking him to go to the principal's office immediately.

This… “Is the principal already successful? The raw rice is cooked and the iron is in love with Mrs. Smith? They want to send a red envelope for thanking the media?

It is unlikely that Mrs. Smith is a married woman with a very high vision. She will not like the old man of the principal.

He found a plastic board, covered his head, and rushed out of the office building in the heavy rain. The rain was unimaginable. The sky in the distance was gray and the figure could not be seen clearly twenty meters away. The plastic board did not work at all, which could only ensure that his eyes were not washed by the heavy rain. After running three or five steps, his whole body was soaked into a chicken.

Just after running the corner, I collided with a student coming towards me.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Liao Xuebing picked up the falling plastic board.

"Teacher! You blind!" The student was Murong Lanluo, holding a small flower umbrella, and her legs were soaked with splashes. He quickly pulled Liao Xuebing under the umbrella. This was a very small parasol. The two of them squeezed into a ball, and the raindrops inevitably floated in. Lao Liao quietly gave his shoulders to ensure that Xiao Lanluo would not be wet by the rain.

"Teacher, I'm about to give you an umbrella, why are you running so fast?" Most students' storage boxes have umbrellas for backup, just in case. Murong Lanluo saw that it was raining so heavily, first ran to the football field and found that there was no one. He expected that he would definitely be in the office, so he hurried over.

"You silly girl, you don't have to come out because it's raining heavily. You're obediently watching Piao Tianwen in the classroom. I'll go and come, don't go away."

Murong Lanluo smiled sweetly and pinched the teacher's hand, "I remember to change my clothes, don't catch a cold." He entered the office building.

Lao Liao really remembers it endlessly. The lonely man got used to it. Suddenly someone cared about it, and the taste was really wonderful.

When I arrived at the office building No. 2, I tried my best to shake off the water droplets on the umbrella, smoothed my hair in front of the instrument mirror in the corridor, and found the principal's office.

The principal and Mrs. Smith were both here, but they were far apart. They had occasional conversations and talked about the school affairs, and their subjects were boring. The principal tried to turn the topic into daily life several times, but he couldn't find an excuse. Some men were always afraid of people in front of people they were concerned about, no matter whether they were a fledgling boy or an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

Lao Liao walked into the office, took off his wet coat, took off the principal's spare dry towel, wiped his face and said, "Madam, does the school have new business to me?"

Mrs. Smith opened her mouth wide and her face was full of apology: "Dear Liao, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was raining outside, and the soundproofing in the office was very good, and I didn't even hear anything."
Chapter completed!