"Grass, boy, what do you say?"

"Brother Zhe asked you to help throw the basketball, that's your honor! Do you think anyone can help Brother Zhe pick up the ball?"

didn't wait for Wu Mingzhe to get angry, the two little brothers around him, who usually played well with Wu Mingzhe, got angry directly at Lin Mo.

However, Lin Mo just glanced at the two of them coldly, and said lightly: "Take care of your own dung!"

"Hahaha... Boy, do you think you think you're invincible when you beat Cao Chen of the Spark Taekwonting Club, right? I'll tell you the truth, it's because our brother Zhe is not here, in school, our brother Zhe is not only the first in the class, but also the force is off the charts, even if it is that Cao Chen, he will definitely not be able to hold up a move in front of Brother Zhe! If you can do it, our brother Zhe can also do it, no, it is stronger than you!"

"Now that our brother Zhe is back, it's not your turn to be the king and dominate the ninth class of the third year of high school. ”

The two boys standing next to Wu Mingzhe had long been unaccustomed to Lin Mo, but because they had seen Lin Mo kicking Chen Hua's eight people and breaking Cao Chen's arm before, they didn't dare to provoke Lin Mo.

But now it's different, Wu Mingzhe, who they admire the most, is back.

At the same time, Zhong Qiaomeng looked at Lin Mo's dark and deep eyes with a slight anger, and said, "Lin Mo, Mingzhe just asked you to throw the ball, why do you use this attitude to your classmates?"

"Ignorant woman!"

Lin Mo shook his head, snorting coldly in his heart, just now, if it was an ordinary person, the basketball that Wu Mingzhe threw over would probably make the back of his head swollen on the spot!

Seeing that almost everyone was targeting Lin Mo, the corners of Wu Mingzhe's mouth couldn't help but pull a sneer.

Sure enough, the most popular person in the class is still himself.

And this poor and white boy, apart from having a body of force, what else can he compare with himself?

I am the focus of the ninth class of the third year of high school! I am the most dazzling light in this class!

At the same time, hearing Lin Mo's somewhat harsh five words, Zhong Qiaomeng suddenly frowned, very dissatisfied: "Lin Mo, how dare you say that about me?"

"What? I said it wrong?"

Lin Mo had an indifferent smile on his face, and said in a cold tone: "It's my freedom if I still don't throw this basketball, am I obliged to throw it over?"

Zhong Qiaomeng was stunned by Lin Mo's words, yes, whether you do one thing or not, it is someone else's freedom, not that you have to use morality to kidnap others.

"Grass, what are you doing standing, throw the ball over immediately, our brother Zhe is waiting to play!!"

At the same time, the two boys who were standing a meter or two away next to Wu Mingzhe shouted at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't even look at the two of them, and said lightly, "Are you really sure you want me to throw it over?"

"Nonsense! Boy, hurry up and throw it at us! You are so bad—" The two tall boys scolded impatiently.

Lin Moxing's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes were cold: "Then you guys take it!"

The words fell.

Ball out!

In an instant, it was like an incomparably strong air current, which instantly penetrated the air and shot straight towards the chests of the two boys.

Bang!

Before the two of them could finish speaking, they felt as if their bodies had been hit by some giant missile.

"Ahhhh

Two screams came, and the two boys flew out upside down almost at the same time, more than ten meters away, knocking off a big tree outside the stadium, vomiting blood in their mouths, and falling to the ground, wailing in great pain.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned!

No one thought that Lin Mo would throw it seemingly casually, and let the two of them be smashed half to death!

For a while, many people's eyes looked at Lin Mo, and they were even more deeply frightened and shocked.

Wu Mingzhe's eyes also flashed with a deep haze, but they quickly disappeared.

He was slightly surprised that Lin Mo's strength could kick people so far with one kick, and moreover, he could achieve such terrifying damage.

However, real force does not rely solely on strength, but requires skill.

It's like a strong man who may not be able to beat a person who is several times weaker than him!

Wu Mingzhe thinks that he may not be as good as Lin Mo in terms of strength, but his combat effectiveness and combat skills must be above Lin Mo.

Although he was able to use force to teach Lin Mo a lesson for his little brother, Wu Mingzhe still gave up this idea.

In his opinion, the use of force is too low, so he chooses basketball.

Looking at Lin Mo, Wu Mingzhe chuckled lightly and said, "It is great to have force, but if you only have one body, what is the difference between it and a reckless man? Sometimes, a man who is really good in all aspects can be called an excellent man." ”

Lin Mo glanced at him lightly, put his hands in his pockets, and sneered: "Do you think you are very smart? But in my opinion, you are very stupid, using such a radical method, you want me to compete with you in basketball? Then, abuse me in front of everyone? To satisfy your inner sense of superiority? In my opinion, you are an idiot! If you don't provoke me, forget it, if you provoke me, you will lose all the face you have never lost in your life!"

"You ......"

Wu Mingzhe's face was a little gloomy, he didn't expect that Lin Mo seemed to see through all his hearts at a glance!

After two or three breaths, Wu Mingzhe calmed down and regained his handsome smile: "Lin Mo, although I don't know where you got your confidence, but since you think I can't mess with you, then try it! Since you are so confident in yourself, then let's compete on the basketball court!"

"Compete with me?" Lin Mo glanced at him, but shook his head slightly: "You are also worthy!"

"What did you say?" Wu Mingzhe's face instantly became gloomy, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he snorted coldly: "You say I'm not worthy?" In addition to Zhou Yitao in the seventh class of high school and my basketball level, who else in Aoba High School can match me? Do you say I am worthy?"

"You don't deserve it!" Lin Mo said in an indifferent tone and mercilessly.

"You!!" Wu Mingzhe was almost so angry that he vomited blood, his face was gloomy again and again, and his face was full of coldness: "I don't think you dare, right? Who wouldn't brag? But since you choose to be a turtle with a shrunken head, don't pretend to be like a cow! In that case, I will only think that you are a coward!"

Finally, Lin Mo stopped slightly, his tall and peerless figure stood in place like a javelin, turned his head slightly, and said indifferently: "You think you play basketball very well, don't you? In my eyes, you are just a scumbag! Since you want to play so much, then I can play with you!"