NBA: Started as Sakuragi Hanamichi

Chapter 487 Using the Bad Luck Card, Bowen’s Nightmare Comes

Soon, halftime is over.

The scores of the two teams are similar, and the Lakers only lead the Spurs by 4 points.

36:32
Sitting on the bench to rest for a while, Lin Feng opened the system mall.

When playing Shintaro Midorima, he saw a prop in the system mall.

This kind of prop is very interesting, and it is sold in the third-level mall.

It's called 'Bad Luck Card'!
Just by hearing the name, you know what it is for.

That's right, the 'bad luck card' is for opponents.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Feng disdains to use this kind of trick to punish others.

But if someone is shameless, then he must teach the other party a lesson.

To purchase the 'Lucky Card' in the third-level mall, 1000 points are required.

Fortunately, the point value is now a string of numbers to Lin Feng.

When he won the championship last year, he remembered that the system rewarded him with one hundred thousand points at once.

All of them are left in the system package and haven't had time to use them yet.

【Ding! 】

[It is detected that the host has opened the third-level mall. May I ask if the host wants to buy a bad luck card? 】

"Yes." Lin Feng replied to the system in his mind.

[To buy a bad luck card, you need 1000 points, please click the host to confirm the purchase]

Lin Feng clicked directly to confirm the purchase with his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a white light flashed, and the bad luck card in the third-level mall was successfully purchased by Lin Feng.

【Ding! 】

[The host purchased the bad luck card successfully, and it has been placed in the host's package, please check the host]

[In addition, I would like to ask the host, whether the bad luck card will be used immediately?For whom? 】

"Whoa..."

When the system's electronic synthesis sound fell, a list appeared in Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness.

These lists are all players currently in the NBA.

Lin Feng said in his spiritual consciousness: "User, Bruce Bowen."

【Ding!The name of Bruce Leopard has been entered, please continue to operate the host, there are 49 kinds of bad luck, which one will be used for Bruce Bowen? 】

Lin Feng took a look, this bad luck card was worth buying.

There are 49 bad luck attributes in total.

Sudden high fever, food poisoning, or diarrhea, or unfortunately fell to the ground and injured.

What's more, I accidentally hurt my finger during the dunk, causing the finger to break and so on.

Lin Feng thought for a while, and gave Bruce Bowen a professional accountant for diarrhea.

Let this guy make a fool of himself, which impresses him more than his injury.

Just imagine, when you are playing on the court, you suddenly have diarrhea, and your pants are all stained with poo.

Bruce Bowen is not an All-Star player, at least he has face.

In his own home court, he suddenly had an emergency diarrhea, and his disgusting poop was all over his shorts.

This scene was seen by thousands of fans and so many media reporters.

Just this one time, Bruce Bowen can be thrown into the outer sky in embarrassment, and this embarrassing night will always be remembered.

As soon as he thought about it, Lin Feng immediately chose the bad luck attribute of emergency diarrhea.

【Ding! 】

[The host has successfully used the bad luck card on Bruce Bowen, the bad luck attribute, emergency diarrhea, and the bad luck card will take effect after 3 minutes]

A system notification sounded in his ears, and Lin Feng waited for Bruce Bowen to poop his pants.

This kind of fool should teach him a profound lesson.

The third quarter begins.

Lin Feng still played, and Yao Ming and Lao Yu had a short rest.

The ball belongs to the Spurs, and the Lakers defend.

Lin Feng looked at the time, it was estimated that it was about the same time, and in a few seconds, Bruce Bowen would be promoted to have diarrhea.

At this time, he was still running around the field with Lin Feng, looking for opportunities to continue plotting against Lin Feng.

Suddenly, the guy's face changed, he clamped his hips tightly, he couldn't walk normally, and his face was flushed.

Fortunately, he was dark, so even if his complexion changed, no one else would be able to notice it for a while.

Lin Feng was the closest to him, so of course he knew that the bad luck card had taken effect, and Bruce Bowen obviously couldn't hold back.

It feels like I'm going to pull it in my pants. The flood is coming so fast that I can't stop it.

This thing does not mean that if you want to withstand it, you will be able to withstand it.

There are three urgencies in people. He can't hold back even if he tries hard.

"fuck...I... poof!!!!"

Bruce Bowen couldn't stand it after all.

All of a sudden, there was a huge drop.

He felt that the crotch was warm, and he knew very well what it was.

I ate that turkey and beef burger at the game, and it all poured out.

Trying to hold back, but how easy?
They didn't wait for anyone at all, and poured their brains onto the floor of the arena.

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, until they saw a lump of yellowish things on the floor, they frowned and felt that something was wrong.

Then, a little fan in the front row covered his nose and hid in his father's arms, shouting loudly: "Oh! shiti, it stinks! It really stinks, dad, did you smell it?"

Of course his dad also smelled it, he quickly covered his nose, and looked at the sticky, steaming poop on the floor, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited out the overnight meal.

At this time, both the Lakers bench and the Spurs bench felt something strange.

Bruce Bowen quickly squatted on the floor, not daring to get up.

Because this trend of slumping thousands of miles is not over yet.

He squatted on the floor, and there were several muffled puffs one after another, and even the beef burger he ate last night poured out in one go.

"Oh! Damn it, what's wrong with me?"

"shit, fuck you!"

"I... Puff!!"

A series of muffled sounds came from under Bruce Bowen's buttocks. He didn't dare to move, so he squatted on the floor, lowered his head, and had no face to face anyone.

At this time, the audience in the front row of the arena knew what Bruce Bowen was doing.

Can't help but pull!
He pulled it in the court, and his white shorts were full of his filth!
It's sticky and yellow, and it looks very disgusting.

"Oumaiga!"

"Omaiga!"

"Oumaiga!"

"He... what is he doing? What is Bowen doing? God! It's disgusting, what the hell is he doing? This is an arena, and it's a public place."

How could a female fan bear this kind of scene, she was disgusted to death.

Popovich, Duncan, Parker, Ginobili, Fabricio and others all watched Bruce Bowen from a distance.

No one rushed over. At this moment, Bruce Bowen was covered with sticky poop. Who the hell went to look for him?

The unpleasant smell filled the entire arena.

"Damn it, Bowen, what are you doing? This is the arena, not your house, what the hell are you doing?"

Popovich covered his nose and frowned at the smell. If he could, he wished to punch Bowen to death with a single punch.

What the hell?
Just squat down in the gym and do that?
All the face of a famous handsome man of his generation was completely lost by Bo Wen, a worthless bastard.

"Damn it, get out! Get out, this is the arena, not a place where you defecate anywhere."

Popovich continued to rant against Bruce Bowen.

The stadium was abnormal, alarming the staff and security.

Everyone came over and surrounded Bruce Bowen, and a caring lady staff brought Bruce Bowen a roll of toilet paper.

You can't just let Bruce Bowen go down like this, at least you can leave the arena after wiping your butt.

And several other staff members brought mops and trash cans, and hurriedly cleaned up the dirt that Bruce Bowen made in the arena.

Under the escort of the crowd, Bruce Bowen left the arena as if fleeing.

I believe that tonight is the bad news that he will never mention in his life.

At his home court, facing 2 people, he even squatted on the floor to poop.

This embarrassing scandal will definitely hit the headlines in tomorrow's report.

By then, Bruce Bowen will not only be humiliated in the arena, he will be humiliated in front of his fellow Americans.

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(End of this chapter)