Zhang Fei: Who is new? (question mark face)
Wu Yong: King of the ball! ? Never heard of this name. (surprised face)
Shi Jin: Military advisor, I think most of them are from the imperial court.
Zhu Bajie: Hehe, it’s the rule for newcomers to take photos and measure up. (Slobber)
Jordan: Speechless! (burst of sweat)
Super Manager: Okay, let’s brush a wave of Yangshou coins. As per the old rules, the one with the highest reward will be managed.
Zhang Fei rewarded 0.5 Yangshou coins.
Wu Yong rewarded him with 0.2 Yangshou coins.
Zhu Bajie rewards 1 Yangshou coin.
Jordan rewards 2 Yangshou coins.
…
"Rewards are over, counting..."
"Congratulations to the King of Football, Jordan, for obtaining the right to manage live broadcasts!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang could clearly see the scenes in his mind. He was no stranger to this process. The last time he fought against the bandits was also the same scene.
The only difference was that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not refuse like last time. He felt that Zun Yan had been humiliated and had a strong desire for revenge.
Be it an illusion or a dream.
At this point, he had nothing to worry about.
As expected, his body shook violently, and then Michael Jordan was possessed.
"Hmph! Do you see, this is the difference between you and me! Boy, you have to be strong to show off! Otherwise, this is the result!!" Wang Lei stood indifferently in the middle of the court with his arms folded on his chest, his eyes filled with tears. He stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the ground with disdain, his kingly aura was beyond words, and the audience around him was shouting his name.
"How about it! What are you talking about? That kid can't even stand up and walk out of the arena!"
"Oh! I didn't expect him to be so bad. He couldn't even score a goal. He looked like one before!"
"This time he is so embarrassed. Let's see how he continues to hang out in school!"
"Hey! Stop talking, that guy seems to have come to his senses!"
Under the basket, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been crawling for a while, sat up in admiration, and then scratched the back of his head like a normal person: "Hey, where did that mosquito come from and was buzzing next to me?"
Looking sideways, Zhang Xiaoqiang exclaimed perversely: "Ah, it can't be you, Wang Lei?"
Asking questions knowingly! Wang Lei smiled contemptuously after hearing this: "It's already this time, and you're still pretending?"
As if he didn't hear it, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly got up from the ground, stood up and replied calmly: "The game is a fifteen-point system, and now it is fourteen to zero, one point away from the end. And I, Zhang Xiaoqiang, can't do it until the last moment. A man who won’t give up easily!”
In the end, the corner of the lips was quite armed. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his palm and pointed at Wang Lei, and then the four fingers closed down and reversed down. He repeated two times. "
After saying this, the originally noisy and chaotic stadium suddenly became quiet. Everyone was shocked by Zhang Xiaoqiang's declaration.
However, this silence did not last long, and was suddenly submerged and covered by laughter and laughter one after another.
"Hahaha! Boy, I give you 100 points for pretending!"
"This stuff is really enough!"
"Wang Lei! Block him!"
The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, Zhang Xiaoqiang's words fell into Wang Lei's ears, and they were simply an insult.
"Seriously!? Okay, then let's be serious! I'll see how you make a comeback on the last ball!!"
Wang Lei lifted the basketball on the floor with his hand, and Wang Lei deliberately pushed it out harder. He made it clear that he wanted to make Zhang Xiaoqiang fall to the ground again and make a fool of himself.
But this time...
Standing leisurely on the spot, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not retreat or evade, until the basketball was about to get closer, he suddenly raised his right hand, and then easily dunked the ball into his palm.
"Thanks!" Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was holding the ball, smiled calmly and walked to the starting point with the ball.
"The referee can start."
"BI!"
The whistle sounded and Zhang Xiaoqiang tapped the basketball on the ground.
"I'm coming!"
"Stop dreaming!" Wang Lei planned to follow the same pattern and once again stage a killer play of stealing the ball and counterattacking.
Only this time, his hand was running steadily toward the ball, but the moment his fingertips were about to touch the ball, the basketball suddenly changed shape, flicked on the floor, followed Zhang Xiaoqiang's back hip, and moved to the left side.
Then Zhang Xiaoqiang took off with the ball and easily sent the ball into the basket. The score was 14 to 2.
"Sorry, one goal!"
According to the agreement before the game, Zhang Xiaoqiang has actually won the game.
However, the game format is fifteen points, so the offense and defense switch, and now Wang Lei attacks.
"Hmph! You just got unlucky. I let you in because my hand slipped. From now on, I won't give you another chance to score."
After finishing speaking, Wang Qiang dribbled the ball and broke through, but as soon as he hit the ball, there was only air left when he took the shot again.
"Pull-up jumper! Damn it, he's so handsome!" As a shout erupted from the audience, Zhang Xiaoqiang responded in kind and scored two more points.
"Sorry! It seems I'm lucky again!" After picking up the ball, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the line of kick again.
At this time, Wang Lei was so angry that he was about to burst into flames.
"Are you ready?"
"You... come!" Wang Lei, who did not believe in evil, took a good posture.
Zhang Xiaoqiang just waited for the whistle to sound and immediately leaned over slightly.
Seeing this, Wang Lei's lips curled up with contempt: "Humph, you still want to sway me? Just dream on me!"
Wang Lei squatted on a horse stance, firmly planted on the ground, his huge body completely covering Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Undoubtedly, Wang Lei wanted to use his physical advantage to completely block Zhang Xiaoqiang's offensive line.
But to Wang Lei's surprise, Zhang Xiaoqiang retreated instead of advancing. After a simple fake move, he jumped up in front of him, who was nearly 2 meters tall.
With a perfect throwing posture, after the ball was released, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his right hand high in the air.
"Three points! Damn it, that kid got another three points!"
"I'm not dazzled, right? I'm less than 1.8 meters tall, but I dare to show off in front of Wang Lei who's 2 meters tall... I'm so awesome."
"That's not the point. Didn't you see this kid make a three-point gesture as soon as he made a shot? This means he expected the ball to go in!"
"Haha! It seems that your name Y has to be written upside down this time."
After three consecutive points grabs, no one on the court dared to look down on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and his supporters began to appear in the audience.
"Zhang Xiaoqiang! Come on!"
"Zhang Xiaoqiang! So handsome!"
For more than a minute, it became Zhang Xiaoqiang's personal performance. He almost copied Wang Lei's previous routine of teasing him and performed it again, but this time the target of humiliation was Wang Lei.
What made Wang Lei even more annoyed was that his opponent's performance was better than him from every angle. It was simply a professional standard.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Boy, are you on drugs?"
Hearing Wang Lei's questioning voice, Zhang Xiaoqiang casually raised his shoulders: "Haha, if you think taking drugs can improve your basketball level, then you can take it too. There is only one last ball left, I can wait for you."
The contemptuous attitude made Wang Lei's teeth itch. He almost gritted his teeth and threatened: "Zhang Xiaoqiang! Don't get too proud too early. With this last ball, I will teach you how to be a human being!"
"Fourteen to fourteen, the last ball determines the outcome!"
Following the referee's announcement, the stadium became noisy, and the originally unified crowd began to divide into two groups to shout.
"Wang Lei, it doesn't matter, just take the last shot and kill him!"
"Zhang Xiaoqiang! You are the strongest! Kill Wang Lei and fight for supremacy!"
The crowd in the stands was passionate and the stadium was filled with smoke.
Wang Lei and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at each other, and the sound of metal clinking could be heard faintly where their eyes met.
"Offensive ball possession: Zhang Xiaoqiang. BI~"
When the whistle fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang started dribbling. His skillful skills were simply breathtaking. Wang Lei was shaken so much that he could only feel the afterimages in front of him.
In desperation, he could only retreat to the basket.
Just as Wang Lei retreated, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly changed direction and accelerated.
Seeing this sudden scene on the field, the audience was all stunned:
"I'll go! No, this kid wants to hit the basket!?"
"How is it possible? Wang Lei has already retreated. As long as he stands still, he has no chance to get in!"
"You want a layup! You are so naive!" Wang Lei, who also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's intention, immediately accelerated. As the audience said, as long as he stood in the penalty area first, there would be nothing Zhang Xiaoqiang could do.
However, just when everyone thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang's plan to dribble for a layup was shelved, something unexpected happened.
"He, he... the free throw line! He actually jumped from the free throw line!"
"He, what does he want to do!? Could it be..."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Bang!" He dunked the ball into the basket with his right hand, and then the basketball fell steadily, along with Wang Lei who was trying to block it.
The entire court fell into deathly silence, and the referee was stunned for a few seconds before coming back to his senses and blowing his whistle.
"BI, the score is sixteen to fourteen, Zhang Xiaoqiang wins!"
Wow! Cheers erupted, and everyone present was shocked by Zhang Xiaoqiang's stunning dunk.
Soon, everyone on the field was shouting "Zhang Xiaoqiang"'s name.
Hanging on the basket stand, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced sideways at Wang Lei who fell to the ground. He didn't speak, but the corners of his lips curled up, then he let go and landed on the ground, pointing his thumb towards the stands.
“This feels so fucking good!!”
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