"Old man, are you crazy!? Shut up!"
"Are you sure? Okay then, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll go take care of those "water friends"."
After the words fell, the old man really returned the control of his body to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
However, the familiar stream of consciousness started rolling in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind again.
Super management: The live broadcast task will start immediately. If you like it, please follow it.
Zhang Fei: Who are you going to challenge again this time? (curious face)
Xiang Yu: It seems that we are dating that stupid guy. (serious face)
Zhu Bajie: Hehe, I’m calling myself stupid upstairs. (satisfied, proud)
Bruce Lee: Already following.
…
"Hmph! I have your Zhang Xiaoqiang! I'm going to the basketball gym to wait for you right now. Don't pretend to be a coward!"
After saying these words, Wang Lei raised his hand and pushed Zhang Xiaoqiang away, and walked out of the building with big steps.
It’s over! It’s over! It's doomed now!
Looking at Wang Lei's muscular back fading away, Zhang Xiaoqiang could almost foresee the scene where he would be scolded on the court.
can not go! Absolutely can't go! Being timid before fighting, Zhang Xiaoqiang has already retreated.
Unfortunately, he didn't wait for him to escape. Hu Baochun, who was standing next to him, pushed up the frame of his glasses and stepped forward to "make up for it" and said: "Classmate Xiaoqiang, it's good for young people to be aggressive, but in the future, they still have to be humble and low-key. Let's go, I I’ll accompany you to the basketball gym.”
"Uh... no, Director Hu, um, I have classes later..."
"It doesn't matter, I will talk to your professor about the class. Now you just focus on the next assessment." Patting Zhang Xiaoqiang on the shoulder, Hu Baochun looked "sunny" on his face.
"Old man, are you willing to play me to death?"
"Boy, if you don't have time to complain to me, why not think more about how to deal with the game next? Remember this is a live broadcast! We want to gain fans!"
"Fucking live broadcast! I can't hold it in right now! Do you know how awesome that kid is? He started playing basketball when he was 4 years old. When I was 4 years old, I was still playing marbles with the fat guy next door... You, what did you ask me to do? Is he competing?"
"Oh, this isn't easy. You can't beat a basketball like a marble."
"I… "
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. The live broadcast is your business. You can figure it out yourself."
"Hey! You can't just drop your pick and leave! You're not my manager, so why don't you give me something? Pills, secrets, equipment, hey... I won't pick it!"
There was no reply, and the old man was just as mysterious as he came and went without a trace.
At this point, with no choice left, Hu Baochun led Zhang Xiaoqiang toward the school basketball gym just like he was escorting a prisoner.
With a feeling comparable to attending a funeral, Zhang Xiaoqiang came to the basketball gym.
At this time, the basketball stadium was buzzing with people and every seat was packed. The atmosphere was no less than that of the NBA finals.
As soon as the students heard that someone was challenging the main players of the school team, they immediately swarmed towards the gymnasium.
Fortunately, Hu Baochun was there to clear the way. Otherwise, with Zhang Xiaoqiang's small body, it would be doubtful whether he could squeeze through the gate alive today.
No way, there is no shortage of spectators these days, especially today, when students packed the gymnasium to the brim, and they all wanted to see who dared to make noises with the school's most influential figures.
"It's coming!"
"Haha, come on, come on!" With a sad face, Zhang Xiaoqiang reluctantly walked into the center of the venue.
"Stop talking nonsense when you're here! Listen up, half-court game, one-on-one, fifteen points, whoever comes first wins." Wang Lei explained the rules with bright eyes.
That’s all, he suddenly shouted: “But today! As long as you can get one point from me, you win!!”
Wow, the whole place is excited!
Wang Lei's words were Chi Guoguo's contempt.
However, Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded shamelessly.
one cent! Just one point to win! There might be a chance if you give it a try.
With good expectations, the whistle of the game was blown.
"You attack the first ball!" After saying this, Wang Lei raised his hand and pushed the basketball out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stretched out his arms and crossed his arms. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the ball, he was carried by the wind of the ball and squatted on the ground.
Zhang Fei: Oh, what are you doing! He was defeated in just one round.
Wu Yong: The other party was acting erratically. The anchor hadn’t chosen a weapon yet, so why did he hit him with a meteor hammer? This is not what a hero would do. (despise)
Shi Jin: Yes! But Military Advisor, you are wrong. That person is not using a meteor hammer.
Sun Wukong: What you said above is correct. It seems that they are mostly monsters.
…
"Haha! Is that guy here to be funny? Can't he even catch the ball?"
"I bet he keeps a clean sheet!"
"Zero seal!? You guys don't understand Wang Lei very well. Let me tell you, with Wang Lei's body, if this kid can walk out of this stadium standing, I'll write his name upside down."
"Okay, okay! Stop talking nonsense, let's start!"
After struggling to stand up, Zhang Xiaoqiang started dribbling. To his surprise, the basketball in his hand did not move around.
It seems that the feel gained through fierce battles with the "Five Girls" at midnight in the past is not without its merits.
But just at the moment when Zhang Xiaoqiang was congratulating himself that his lucky ball was OK, a big hand came over him, and before he could react, the basket in the distance made a crisp squeaking sound.
"nice shot!!"
A pull-up jumper, Wang Lei successfully stole the ball, and the score was 2-0.
Senseless! Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely confused! If the referee hadn't blown the whistle to announce the transition of offense and defense, he would still have been stunned in place not knowing what happened.
The second goal was organized by Wang Lei.
Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that it was impossible to prevent this goal, so the standard he set was very simple, which was to delay Wang Lei's goal as much as possible.
It's just that although he thought well, the reality was...
Ignoring Zhang Xiaoqiang's defense at all, Wang Lei simply stepped back and shot a jumper.
Uh-huh!
Three points settled! The score on the field instantly changed to 5-0.
Zhang Fei: Ah! What are they doing? What's the point of just fighting over the ball without hitting it
Xiao Li Feidao: You don't understand this. They are competing to see whose hidden weapon is more accurate.
Zhu Bajie: Hehe, I, the old pig, have noticed it a long time ago.
…
In the next minute or so, Wang Lei stopped making quick throws. He began to use his skillful dribbling skills to play with Zhang Xiaoqiang, and each time he would complete the buzzer-beating game when 24 seconds were running out.
After a "fight", Zhang Xiaoqiang was panting heavily from exhaustion, his soles became weak, and the score quickly expanded to 12-0.
Wang Lei attacked again. At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was already on the verge of exhaustion. He saw that the opponent was deliberately teasing him, so he simply retreated to the bottom of the basket, intending to wait and hold on to the ball.
It's a pity that Wang Lei doesn't plan to play this boring trick with Zhang Xiaoqiang anymore. He has completed his purpose of humiliating his opponent. Next, he will completely tear Zhang Xiaoqiang's dignity to pieces under the watchful eyes of thousands of spectators!
"Beep!" As the whistle fell, Wang Lei dribbled the ball forward.
Looking at Wang Lei, who was pressing towards him like a mountain, Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back in horror.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a step too slow after all. Wang Lei's figure flew through the air for a long distance before he dunked the ball into the basket, while Zhang Xiaoqiang collapsed on the ground, and the settled basketball was on target. It hit him on the top of the head.
Wow! The whole place was excited again. Everyone was cheering and shouting for Wang Lei's wonderful dunk. No one cared about Zhang Xiaoqiang's inner shadow as he fell to the ground.
At this moment, deep in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind, the system prompt sounded again:
Welcome to the live broadcast room Michael Jordan.
Please spread the new book, collect it, recommend it, thank you.
(End of chapter)