Mu Ting went around to Du Pont's eyes, and her face was angry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

DuPont smiled bitterly, "Apologize? Are you really kidding? Will I apologize? I'm telling the truth. ”

"Apologize, if you don't apologize, you don't think you can get out of here!"

Mu Ting's right fist was facing Dupont in advance, and her left foot stepped back a little, posing for a fight. Once the other party continues to ridicule with words, Mu Ting's fist will immediately follow.

"I'm not wrong, why should I apologize."

Du Pont explained, but Mu Ting was eager to protect her brother, so she didn't care what the other party said. She still said, "If you don't apologize, you don't want to leave." ”

"Dupont, you just apologize to him. Don't dwell on it, keep dwelling on it, isn't it interesting? ”

"Okay, okay, okay!" DuPont said extremely perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, I said it wrong." You are the strongest, you are the best. I'm the scumbag, okay? ”

His words were utterly empty and emotionless. Not to mention the truth, as soon as others hear it, they will know that it is fake.

Mu Ting didn't make it difficult for the other party anymore, if things went on, it would only be Mu Xing who would be hurt more. In order to minimize Mu Xing's damage, she went to Mu Xing.

Squatting down, she said with concern, "Xiaoxing is fine, with my sister here, no one will dare to bully you." Let's go home. ”

Bystanders, see, a girl protects a boy. I couldn't help laughing, but I didn't dare to laugh out loud. Cover your mouth and snicker.

Mu Ting wanted to help Mu Xing up, but the hand she stretched out was slapped away.

"Stop, it's not over yet. Do you want to go? Scared? ”

DuPont looked back in surprise, "You kid, it's really difficult." Obviously you lost, but you still dare to say such unashamed words, are you tired of living? ”

Mu Xing knelt on one knee instead, his left hand was on his knee, and with a force, his body was driven.

Shaking his head, he squinted at DuPont.

He sneered, "Tired of being alive? Do you have the ability to make me tired? ”

Mu Ting's words were forced back into her mouth, she saw that she shouldn't have seen things herself.

Mu Xing, that look, the color of coldness, was like a bayonet stabbing Mu Ting's eyes.

"Xiaoxing, what's wrong with you?" Mu Ting asked blankly.

"I said you, dare me to fight a match?" The index finger was pointed sharply at DuPont, Mu Xing's eyes were cold, and the hair on his forehead swayed with his neck.

Dupont asked rhetorically, "Little brother, you've lost many times. Are you still coming? You don't find it annoying, I feel annoyed. ”

Mu Xing shouted decisively, "You just need to come back to me, do you want to come and fight alone?" ”

"Are you just scaring me?" Dupont scolded.

His hair flicked, and he faintly saw Mu Xing's sharp eyes. No, that man is no longer Mu Xing. At present, the people standing in the stadium, but Muzuka is here.

Mu Tsuka's foot hooked, and the basketball fell into his hand. Taking a step forward, the basketball flew out. Straight to Dupont's face, "touch", DuPont palmed and held the basketball.

The strength of the flying basketball made Dupont secretly surprised.

The man behind him shouted, "DuPont is gone? I really feel the time. ”

"Xia Feng, don't worry. Give me a few more minutes, and when I defeat this guy, I'll be gone. Anyway, it was only a few seconds to deal with him. DuPont said confidently, with a big smile on his face.

Mu Tsuka held his head high and said, "Really? You have to say you did your best. ”

No one understood why DuPont was up for the challenge. After all, he has won many times, only DuPont himself knows.

It was Mu Tsuka who came to basketball, and the strength aroused his curiosity.

Dupont turned back and asked, "Say, how do you want to race?" ”

"Whatever you want, I don't care about this thing?"

Mu Tsuka and Du Pont walked opposite each other, looking at each other, because Du Pont was taller than Mu Tsuka. As a result, Mu Mound looked up, and Dupont looked down. The afterglow of the setting sun turned both of them red.

"You don't mind, then I've decided." DuPont didn't shirk and said, "Then let's play two balls, anyway, and play a few more balls, that's not interesting." ”

"It's not interesting to be the one who is right."

Mu Tsuka's language did not retreat at all.

"The mouth can say, it's useless. If you have the ability, you can be on the pitch and talk to me with a goal. ”

Du Pont pushed the ball into Mu Tsuka's arms and said with a smile, "Here you go, otherwise, you will have no chance like last time." ”

"So polite, then I'm not polite."

The inconsequential man withdrew from the court, freeing up half the court for the two of them.

Mu Ting whispered nervously, "Xiaoxing, you can't be reluctant. I really can't force it, a game, it's nothing. The point is that your people are okay to come. ”

Muzuka stood outside the three-point line, holding a basketball in one hand, facing Dupont.

"Are you ready, I'm going to attack. You can't stop me, don't regret coming. ”

Dupont was stunned for a few seconds, "One hand on the ball?" He was surprised, and said in his heart, "Could it be that the first few times he came to deliberately conceal his strength?" ”

DuPont patted his thigh and shouted, "Come on, come if you can." ”

The ball detached from the palm of his hand, and immediately ran smoothly under Mu Tsuka's crotch.

"Look, Mu Xing can dribble the ball, or dribble under the crotch."

The atmosphere on the field was instantly ignited, and many people shouted for Mu Xing.

Mu Ting was about to disbelieve her eyes, "Xiao Xing, he is so skilled in dribbling?" Could it be that his athletic talent is so strong? ”

"Look, I'm coming!"

Taking a step forward, Muzuka went with the ball.

DuPont, with his arms outstretched, was like an eagle with wide wings, seriously blocking the way ahead.

Dupont laughed, "Don't think you're great because you can dribble that little effort." If you can score a goal, you can say that you have some ability. ”

"Then you have to watch it!"

Mu Tsuka sneered, first dribbled a few times under his crotch, and his body suddenly went to the left. DuPont, who has long been aware of all this, has long since followed his body.

With his right palm wide open, Dupont said, "Don't think I can't see your routine, you want to go from my right side." Don't think about it! ”

Dupont saw that the ball was about to be stolen back, and suddenly, the ball was gone.

He looked up in amazement, "Balls?" ”

"The ball is on his right hand!"

The ball was obviously on Muzuka's left hand, and in the blink of an eye, the ball landed on his right hand. Dupont, the authority, exclaimed.

On the contrary, the silent one saw it clearly.

"Backhand dribble?" He lowered his hand with his watch and watched the game instead.

Dupont was nimble, turned around, and went to Muzuka's right to grab the ball.

A change, Muzuka wrapped the ball behind him. At this moment, DuPont finally saw what had just happened.

It turned out that Muzuka used his backhand to dribble and pull the ball to the other side in time.

"It's late."

Mu Tsuka took a step forward, just one step, leaving Dupont, who was still unprepared, behind.

"Oops, someone else has given it!"

Dupont turned around and went to the bottom of the basket to make amends. Mu Tsuka has already started, a small hook hand, and the basketball shot. In the case of three non-sticks, the ball miraculously went into the basket.

Muzuka scored the first goal, and everyone in a trance got the buffer of time. Suddenly, there was a scream.

Mu Tsuka landed freely, turned around, and tapped his index finger on his head.

"I don't know who it is? I just said it out loud and showed me a goal. Mu Tsuka laughed a few times, pointed to the sky, and asked, "This ball, do I count as entering?" ”

DuPont was humiliated by Mu Tsuka, but he was angry, he scolded, "Good boy, don't think that if you score a goal, you think you have won." There's one more ball, don't forget. ”

The man pondered, "That little ghost, first use his right hand to dribble to attract Dupont, and then one hand to dribble the ball to the other. Then, while DuPont was not on his feet, he dribbled past DuPont. It's a perfect process. That little ghost's basketball creation cannot be underestimated. ”

Mu Ting became more and more curious about Mu Zun's cold expression, "Is that Xiaoxing?" No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Xiaoxing is coming. But he is indeed from a small line! ”