I'm a basketball star

Chapter 40 [Don't pull me, I want to kick him! 】

The host at the scene asked: "Is the person in charge of the Sports Department of Xinchuan Academy here? Please bring your players to the middle of the field."

"coming."

General Gai came to the middle of the field with tables, chairs, sticks and Lu Deng, and there was warm applause from all around:
"Xinchuanyuan, come on!"

"Xinchuanyuan, come on!"

The host looked at General Gai and sneered: "Are you in charge? Look at you, even if you lose, you should prepare a team uniform. If you don't even have a team uniform, even if you win, we will be dishonored."

General Gai was not very good at words, so he didn't know how to refute for a while.Lu Deng said with a smile: "The team uniform is only an external form, and the belief in basketball is engraved in my heart."

The host was obviously surprised: "Hey, you can talk about it. But, you don't even have the basic team uniforms, it's disrespect for basketball."

Lu Deng smiled and said, "It's the steel knife that killed you, not the diamond-encrusted scabbard."

The host was a little angry, and asked General Gai: "How many players do you have? Three against three, why are there four?"

General Gai finally came to his senses, looked at Lu Deng, and then at Chen Zhou standing in the crowd: "Lu Deng, Chen Zhou is standing there, go, don't make trouble here."

"What are you talking about? I'm here to play. Minister Gai, you let the three of them go down one, and I go up. This game can't be separated from me."

"You guys, don't make trouble. Playing basketball is related to the honor of the whole school. It's not the time to show off in front of the girls. Come down."

"You do not trust me?"

"What do I believe in you? Look at your height, how much shorter than them."

The host asked impatiently: "Do you want to hold a meeting first to determine who will win? We are very tight on time, and the competition is over if there is any time to discuss!"

The students of the Xinchuan Institute only knew that Lu Deng had a bet with Chen Zhou, and no one had actually watched Lu Deng play. Seeing the disputes in the court, they all booed and laughed: "Lu Deng, come down quickly, don't hold back!" bad thing!"

Lu Deng smiled: "In that case, okay. But Minister Gai, I'll stand below. If the three of them can't fight, remember to call me!"

Lu Deng did not insist, and calmly retreated to Chen Zhou's side, and said to her: "The general is at the back, don't forget our bet."

Chen Zhou grinned: "You can't even hit the ball, and you talk so much!"

Tables, chairs, and sticks began to warm up under the basket, bending over, bending legs, lunging, dribbling for layups, and turning around with backs, and the nervous mood gradually calmed down.

However, looking at the pretenders, tigers and lions sitting on the sidelines, they closed their eyes and hugged their shoulders and continued to enjoy the loose bone massage, and they hadn't opened their eyes for at least 5 minutes!
The host looked at the time, took the microphone and walked to the center line: "Students of Xinchuan Academy, welcome to the world of Wushang Basketball. The three elites of Wushang Basketball, Fan Youzeng, Tiger, and Lion, will accept your three-on-three competition. Challenge, let the players from both sides enter the field."

After the words were finished, the table, chairs, and sticks came to the middle of the field, but Fan Fan, the tiger, and the lion didn't get up, their eyes were still closed, and the old monk seemed to be in a trance.

This is called posing!Roest bun!The dung beetle is on the tray, holding the stinky shelf.

"Hey, pretending to be Fan, are you asleep? Your uncle called you to play."

Someone in the crowd yelled something, which caused roars of laughter.The three of them pretending to be Fan then slowly opened their eyes, looked at the table, chairs and sticks, and smiled contemptuously.

At this time, two referees appeared on the stage, one referee blew his whistle, and made a gesture for Fan to get up, and the three of them lazily got up.

As soon as they stood up, the ten cheerleaders standing behind the backboard raised their arms and kicked their legs at the same time, shouting the slogan very rhythmically: "More horses, invincible in the world."

The students of the Xinchuan Institute almost died of nausea with the appearance of the old monster Xingxiu appearing on the stage!
Really, Fan Youzeng's face was too much to be punched, the kind that you can't get over your hatred even if you hit him twice with an awl.

Pretentiously, the three of Fan walked to the center of the field, adjusted the hair bands on their heads, and revealed the words "Wu Shang Basketball" on the hair bands.

The referee asked, "Fan Youzeng, are you ready?"

"Wait a minute, I'll say a few words." Pretentious Fan said, walked to the host and asked for the microphone.

Before speaking, he walked around the venue with a microphone, and the three big cameras plus Fat Wei's handheld camera kept filming. I don't know what he's going to pretend to be.

The corners of Fan Youzeng's mouth were crooked, and his provocative eyes swept across the faces of every girl in Xinchuanyuan. In front of Chen Zhou, he even stared at him for 10 seconds until Lu Deng's face was in front of him, "Say , Ka" was about to spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, so he looked away, causing Lu Deng to squeeze out of the crowd and spit it out before squeezing in again to continue watching the game.

Pretentiously, Fan already walked back to the center of the field and said loudly: "Students of Xinchuan Academy, do you know that this game is what I want to play the most. Don't get me wrong, it's not because of your high level of basketball, but because of your high level of basketball. There are many beauties in the academy.

"If the basketball game is a killing, all your boys will be killed, and all your girls will be sent to my stepfather. Because the basketball level of your college is not much higher than Wu Dalang, you can't play Ximen Qing when you go out, and you can't play Ximen Qing at home. If you can't protect Pan Jinlian, you're such a waste!"

His voice was very loud, and then the microphone spread throughout the playground, even the class who was training in the military on the football field in the distance could hear clearly.

This sentence is too hurtful, the boys in Xinchuanyuan are all frying pans, there must be bricks on the ground, and they can beat the pretentious fan into minced meat in one minute!

"Kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Don't pull me, I'm going to kick him back into his mother's stomach!"

"Fan Youzeng, here's a poem for you: pretend to be Fan, Fan pretends to be brave, pretend to be nmlgb!"

The referee blew his whistle fiercely, crossed his hands, and stopped the commotion: "Fan Youzeng, I warn you, playing is playing, don't stir up emotions."

Fan Youzeng sneered, returned the microphone, and gathered in front of the referee with the table, chairs, and sticks.

The referee told the rules to the players on both sides: "Listen well, you are only allowed to play, not to fight, or you will be expelled from the field. Due to time constraints, a small game system is adopted, and the first to score 20 points wins.

"Two-pointers and free throws, 1 point per goal, three-pointers, 2 points per goal, Wushang Basketball Handicap 10 points, that is to say, as long as Xin Chuanyuan can score 10 points, it is considered a win. The ball. After scoring, exchange the ball, understand?"

"clear."

"Okay, the two sides shake hands and the game begins."

The tables, chairs, and sticks were very friendly. The stick was the first to reach out to shake hands with Fan Youzeng. Fan Youzeng cut his hand, turned and left, and said contemptuously: "Let you attack first!" The tiger and the lion also refused to shake hands.

So rude!So arrogant!Too shameless!Sticks are embarrassing!
Tie Lian Gang, who was standing among the crowd watching the game, couldn't help shaking his head: "How did this kid learn to be a ruffian all over! It's useless, a good seedling has completely grown crooked!"

The live broadcast of Fat Wei has entered the live broadcast state: "With the whistle of the referee, the game officially started, and the faces of the audience were full of anger. Bring the pretense back to its original form!

"Yes, he is too hateful. If anyone wants to have such a son, he dare not close his eyes when he dies, for fear of being scolded to death...

(End of this chapter)