NBA: The Road to the Strongest Show

Zheng Zhenxiu got up early in the morning.

Standing blankly in front of the mirror, clumsily tied the red tie knot, combed the hair like a dog, put on a handsome suit, and when I saw my father-in-law, it must be more beautiful than imagined.

"Why did Uncle Wang make an appointment at a gymnasium? Shouldn't it be a hotel or a restaurant? By the way, the bird's nest I bought can be fake for me, right?"

"I don't know either, I... haven't been with you all this time."

Jiayi's voice was a little low.

Zheng Zhenxiu was a little nervous, didn't they meet first, and it didn't mean that the parents of both sides met first, and they wanted to meet themselves first.I don't know why Uncle Wang still makes appointments at the gymnasium.

Jinghai People's Stadium
After receiving the notice from the superior, the museum is closed today, even if there are two schools' basketball games scheduled here, we will find another one.

"A group of guys with strong tendons have arrived here early in the morning to occupy the territory. I don't know who is such a big name? What are you going to do?"

"Who knows, no matter how big the name is, there is my Xiu'er's father's name. Our city can give birth to Xiu'er's father."

"It's so sleepy to open the door early in the morning, they don't talk much, the atmosphere is a bit strange, but I heard someone called the chief or something?"

"Ok?"

The staff of the two venues looked curiously at the indifferent young people.

They were shooting basketballs casually with basketballs, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" hitting the iron was endless.

"Haha, it's really good. At this level, I even book a game!"

There were only the two of them in the audience, and they were talking and laughing, but suddenly the expressions on their faces became surprised.

"Who do you think that person is??!"

"Damn it! Xiu'er! Damn it, the supervisor doesn't allow us to bring our mobile phones today! We can't take pictures!"

The two scratched their heads anxiously. They saw Zheng Zhenxiu entering the arena with his girlfriend, and they were talking with a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man had a stern expression and a heroic posture. When Zheng Zhenxiu saw him, he felt like he was fighting on the battlefield with iron bones, and he was full of vigor and fighting spirit, just like returning to the national team's match scene.

"Hello, Uncle Wang."

As soon as Zheng Zhenxiu opened her mouth, she was stopped by the other party.

"Don't call me uncle."

"dad……"

Zheng Zhenxiu was a little embarrassed, and Jiayi also blushed and lowered her head.

The young soldier kings couldn't help laughing anymore, and the old king let out a bull's moan with a straight face.

"Hmph, forget it! You performed very well in the national team, but there is nothing unusual about winning the Asian Cup. You only need to do one thing today."

"what?"

"Play a game with me."

Zheng Zhenxiu was a little puzzled by Uncle Wang's words.

Unexpectedly, the future father-in-law is also a basketball fan.

"Uncle Wang, aren't we here to discuss engagement?"

Zheng Zhenxiu scratched her head and said.

At this time, a bald old man said with a smile: "Xiao Zheng, let's not worry, stay with me... have fun with our brother Wang, and we can talk about everything."

"That's it... But, uncle, I played the ball for nothing, and I hurt you, so it's not good... Ouch!"

As soon as Zheng Zhenxiu finished speaking, Jiayi turned the flesh around her waist 360 degrees.

"You don't have to worry about this, just use your strength! Don't let the water go!"

After Pharaoh finished speaking lightly, he grabbed the ball casually and shot steadily.

Three do not stick!
"it is good!!"

"This pose is so handsome! Just like Kobe! It's so picturesque!"

A group of people cheered and clapped.

Zheng Zhenxiu understood in seconds, he knew how to fight.

Uncle Wang should be a social person and understands everything.

Old Wang spoke again.

"Remember, use your strength. If you lose, the engagement will be avoided."

"Thank you Daddy... oh Uncle. Uncle, I'll make sure you have fun."

Zheng Zhenxiu was secretly delighted, and Jiayi also lowered her head shyly.Isn't this a disguised consent to their marriage?

Is it leading the ball, is it playing the ball?I play with sophistication, I just need to let Uncle Wang score a few more goals, and then I shoot a few three-pointers, so that he feels that I am not letting go, and can show his strength, and then I will win by a narrow margin.

The game starts soon.

Although Zheng Zhenxiu was wearing a suit and leather shoes, it had nothing to do with it.It's easy to sweat out playing basketball with veteran cadres.

Lao Wang called 4 people to side with Zheng Zhenxiu, and he also called [-] people to form a team and started the fight.

"Uncle Li, there is no referee for this game?"

"Just play, no referees needed."

Jiayi asked her father's colleague Uncle Li like this on the sidelines, and Uncle Li responded with a smile.

Zheng Zhenxiu stood on the court with a relaxed face, and even jumped the ball by themselves.

The Pharaohs go first.

It can be seen that they are at the level of basketball fans in the community. They have no tricks in dribbling, but they are strong and strong.

Sure enough, the small guard of the Lao Wang team, this dark-skinned young man seemed to have some basketball skills, and he passed to Lao Wang who asked for it at the basket.

The people around Zheng Zhenxiu yelled "Defend!" "Defend!"

But they just stretched out their hands, and none of them went up to press, and then Old Wang looked cold and lightly wiped the board and threw the ball.

After voting, he pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead as if nothing had happened.

"nice shot!"

Zheng Zhenxiu followed everyone up and roared angrily.

The offense and defense switched, and the little brother here also sent the ball to Zheng Zhenxiu.

Zheng Zhenxiu was holding the ball, and was still thinking about whether to give Jiayi a little face first and put more water first.

But this time he was startled.

Jiayi's father actually came to match up with him, and even took out his own ball.

He protected the ball reflexively, but he didn't let Lao Wang succeed.

"Ah... sorry, Uncle."

He said sorry.

But at this time Lao Wang sneered.

Then, a scene that surprised Zheng Zhenxiu came.

His teammates actually ran over from the side and hugged him, giggling.

"Dude... you."

Zheng Zhenxiu was dumbfounded.

He is not gay!
Zheng Zhenxiu, who was hugged, was still holding the ball with one hand, and Lao Wang slapped it like Zheng Zhenxiu hit Simmons.

An easy "steal" and another layup with more than 10 steps.

The bald old Li on the sidelines turned over the scoreboard, 4-0.

Jiayi was in a hurry: "Uncle Li, isn't this a foul?"

Lao Li pretended not to know and said: "No. We all play like this! It's normal!"

On the field, Pharaoh threw the ball to Zheng Zhenxiu, happy.

"Go on, Xiao Zheng, you did a good job, come on, let's applaud Xiao Zheng!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Everyone started applauding him.

Zheng Zhenxiu's face darkened.

The "teammate" gave him the ball again, and he now knows very well that in fact he has no teammates.

This is not playing out of the world, this is to create an accident!

Pushing forward with the ball by herself, Zheng Zhenxiu used a unique move, crossover, which sent two people flying in one fell swoop.

But at this time, his "teammates" all came.

I saw the akimbo old king waved his hand and said coldly: "Surround him!"

Although the 8 people don't play basketball very well, they are good at fighting. They are the most elite special forces.

Professionals do professional things.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is playing basketball! I..."

Zheng Zhenxiu said with her eyes wide open while holding the ball.

Another person rushed up, locked his hands, locked his throat, and strangled his neck.

"The idea is tough! The strength is really great!"

"Quick! Let's go together!"

A group of people already knew Zheng Zhenxiu's strength in the boxing ring, and the eight of them went together.

Stacked arhats, all crushing Zheng Zhenxiu...

Zheng Zhenxiu struggled to catch the ball rolling on the ground, but stepped on the ball with one foot.

Lao Wang showed off his feet, picked up the basketball and held it in his hand, looked down at Zheng Zhenxiu and said indifferently: "Uncle is training you, otherwise what will you do if you meet Lao Mei in the World Cup?"

Then there was another Tianlong eight-step layup and scored easily.

6 is better than 0
Eight people finally let go of Zheng Zhenxiu and served again.

Zheng Zhenxiu also saw Lao Wang make an ok gesture to him.

Pinch your index finger and thumb together.

Take it easy!

"Uncle, then I won't be polite."

Zheng Zhenxiu said in a deep voice, he even took off his leather shoes.

"Hey! Interesting! Over the years, you are the first person who dared to speak to me like that. Xiao Chen, tell him, what happened to the person who spoke to me like that?"

"Report to Brother Wang! The last guy who spoke to you like this has already been in the belly of the shark and turned into shit. The grass on the grave has no chance to grow."

"Hahahahaha!"

Hearing what a special soldier brother said, everyone laughed.

Jiayi was in a hurry and wanted to stop their conflict, the bald old Li took her to comfort her and said, "It's okay, it's okay, we are all fans of Showtime, we will show mercy."

Zheng Zhenxiu took off her suit and threw it outside the court, holding the ball by herself.

Zheng Zhenxiu also heard Lao Wang's teammates talking strange things to themselves.

"Hey! My friend played an FC game called Hot-Blooded Basketball, it's the same as now!"

"What do you mean, I haven't played."

"You're still young. The Hot Blood series includes Hot Blood Football, Hot Blood Story, Hot Blood Basketball, etc..."

"what does it mean."

"One word, type."

Zheng Zhenxiu's eyes widened, and she broke the jar and said, "One hit nine! This is my specialty! Come on!!"

Pharaoh pointed at Zheng Zhenxiu with his hips on his hips and then gave a thumbs up: "Okay! You have kindness!"

Now there are 9 teammates on Lao Wang's side, and Zheng Zhenxiu is holding the ball with one hand...

1 hit 9, let's start!