Chapter 7 Play cans? (Monday, ask for flowers)

“Senior, you guys are cheating!”

“Obviously, the bonus for hitting a pot within ten goals is 10,000 yuan, and the registration fee is only two hundred yuan. You didn’t say that every time you play a ball, you need five hundred yuan. The three of us played 40 goals in total. It should only be six hundred yuan.”

“Even if I tried it twice, it would cost me 800 yuan at most.”

“Right, Jianer, too?”

A thin first-year freshman with a few pimples on his face was arguing.

“Yes, the predecessors only said that the registration fee was two hundred yuan, and they didn’t say that each ball cost five hundred yuan.”

Said a small freshman.

“Well, I never said five hundred yuan.”

The freshman named Jutai said weakly, and the other three freshmen around him also testified.

“Cheat? You mean I lied?”

A guy with a few pockmarks on his face and messy hair said: “Remember, freshman! I’m Kami Ikeda in the second grade, one of the strongest players in the tennis club.”

“The last time I played in the team, I scored two points in the hands of official players!”

“My Ikeda Kamiji can lie?”

Mazi’s face was very dissatisfied, as if he had been greatly insulted.

“Even if you doubt me, you can’t doubt Senior Takei. Takeshi Takeshi is one of the official third-year players. Is it absolutely impossible for him to lie to you freshmen?”

Mazi looked at the boy with long narrow eyes next to him with a controversial expression.

“Yes, you can ask Senior Wu Ju!”

A little white face was also pleased.

“Official member of the tennis club!”

The expressions of all the freshmen changed and they all looked at the senior with narrow eyes and a bit fierce face.

Xiao Bai Lian was worried.

Senior Wuju was not in the same group with him, he happened to see a dispute outside the court before rushing over.

“You two will run around the court ten times later!”

Takei Kenshi looked at Ikeda and another second-year boy.

“As for you freshmen.”

“This is the Seigaku Tennis Club. Don’t question the seniors here, let alone lie!”

“Pay the money before you sign up!”

“Remember, our Seigaku Tennis Club doesn’t need freshmen who don’t understand the superiors and inferiorities!”

Wu Jujianshi said coldly.

“Ikeda and Lin Shang, you better run ten laps before the minister comes back.”

“Otherwise I can’t spare you two!”

After reprimanding the two of Ikeda, Takeshi walked towards the direction of the toilet.

“Yes, Senior Wu Ju!”

Ikeda and Lin Shang nodded repeatedly.

“How could this be?”

A look of astonishment appeared on the faces of all the freshmen.

Seeing that Takei Takeshi has fined two second-year long-distance running laps, it is hard for the freshmen who think Takei Takeshi will preside over justice to believe that this will be the result.

“Fortunately, Senior Wuju, and not the other official players!”

Ikeda Kamiji breathed a sigh of relief.

As one of the most powerful second-year players under the official players, Ikeda is very familiar with the official players in the tennis club.

Takei Takeshi: Seigaku third grade, official member of the tennis club.

He is the official player who pays the most attention to the relationship between grades and generations in the entire tennis club. He is also the person who least allows others to challenge the relationship between generations. He usually pays great attention to maintaining the prestige of his seniors.

When there is a conflict between players in the tennis club, as long as Takei Takeshi is present, the vast majority of the profit is in the seniors.

Even if it is not the younger generations who are wrong.

This is why Ikeda knew that he was lying, but still dared to let Takei Takeshi out to uphold justice.

“I made 20,000 yuan in vain!”

Ikeda secretly rejoiced.

The trick of playing jars was a street trick he saw during the holidays. It was used to cheat elementary school students or some foreign tourists who could not get support locally. This was the first time he used it in school.



The result was a bit unexpected!

The effect is very good!

“My brother is going to the sixth grade of elementary school this year, and will go to junior high school next year. I can pass this trick to him then.”

“When he reaches the second grade, he can also make a fortune on the freshmen!”

Ikeda made a decision.

“Pay the money! Pay the money!”

“Twenty thousand six hundred yuan, one yuan can’t be less!”

The little white face, who was a pitman with Ikeda, began to ask the freshmen for cash.

“No, it should be 20,800 yuan.”

“But as seniors, we should be more generous. I don’t want that 800 yuan. You can just give 20,000 yuan!”

Ikeda said with a smile.

“Twenty thousand yuan, I don’t have that much money!”

“I do not have either!”

“I only brought 1,300 yuan when I went out!”

The freshmen were angry and helpless.

“Senior Wu Ju Jianshi has already left. Senior, do you want to make another money? I also want to try the jar game?”

A voice suddenly rang.

“I put 80,000 yuan in my schoolbag before going out!”

“Two seniors!”

There was a smile in the voice.

Less than two meters away from Ikeda and the freshmen, Shimura and Tezuka stood side by side.

Shimura smiled. *

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