Zhang Fei: Who's new? (Question mark face)

Wu Yong: Ball King!? I've never heard of it. (Surprised)

Shi Jin: Military advisor, I think most of them are from the imperial court.

Zhu Bajie: Hehe, the newcomer explodes the photo, explodes, this is the rule. (drooling)

Jordan: Speechless! (Storm Sweat)

Chaoguan: Okay, let's brush a wave of Yangshou coins, the old rules, the highest reward management.

Zhang Fei rewarded 0.5 yang shou coins.

Wu used a reward of 0.2 yang shou coins.

Zhu Bajie rewarded 1 Yang Shou coin.

Jordan rewarded 2 Yang Shou coins.

……

"The tip is over, and the statistics are ......"

"Congratulations to Jordan, the king of football, for winning the right to manage the live broadcast!"

The scene in his mind is clearly visible Zhang Xiaoqiang, he is no stranger to this process, and this scene was also the last time he fought against the bandits.

The only difference is that Zhang Xiaoqiang at this time did not scold and refuse like last time, and he personally felt that he was humiliated by his words and had a strong revenge at the moment.

Fantasy or dreaming.

At this point, he had nothing to scrupulously about.

The body shook violently without accident, and then Michael Jordan was possessed.

"Humph! See no, this is the gap between you and me! Boy, you have to be strong to pretend to be forced! Otherwise this is the result!! With his arms on his chest, Wang Lei stood indifferently in the center of the court, staring at Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the ground with a pair of eyes full of contempt, the king's momentum was overflowing, and the surrounding audience was shouting his name.

"How! What is the brother saying, is that kid even a problem to stand and walk out of the stadium! ”

"Alas! I really didn't expect him to be so dirty, he couldn't even score a goal, he pretended to be quite similar before! ”

"This time he lost his face, look at how he will mix in school in the future!"

"Hey! Don't talk about it, that guy seems to have come to his senses! ”

Under the basket, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been crawling for a while, sat up, and then scratched the back of his head like a person who was fine: "Hey, where did the mosquitoes buzz next to me just now?" ”

Looking sideways, Zhang Xiaoqiang exclaimed obediently: "Ah, it won't be you, Wang Lei?" ”

Ask while knowing the answer! Wang Lei, who heard this, smiled contemptuously: "It's all this time, still pretending there?" ”

As if he didn't hear it, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly got up from the ground, got up and replied indifferently: "The game is a fifteen-point system, and now it is fourteen to zero, and it is still one point away." And I, Zhang Xiaoqiang, am a man who will not give up lightly until the last moment! ”

After speaking, the corners of his lips skimmed out a rather unbeatable arc, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his palm and pointed at Wang Lei, then closed his four fingers and turned downward, focused twice, and shouted loudly: "From now on, I'm going to come to the real thing!" ”

After saying this, the stadium, which was still noisy and chaotic, was quiet, and everyone was shocked by Zhang Xiaoqiang's declaration.

It's just that this silence didn't last long, and in an instant, it was overwhelmed by the laughter and abuse one after another.

"Hahaha! Boy, I'll give you 100 points for pretending! ”

"That's enough!"

"Wang Lei! Keep a clean sheet against him! ”

The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's words fell on Wang Lei's ears, which was simply an insult.

"Really!? Okay, then for real! The last ball, I'll see how you turn the tables!! ”

Reaching over the floor basketball, Wang Lei deliberately pushed it out hard, he made it clear that he wanted to let Zhang Xiaoqiang fall to the ground and make a fool of himself.

But this time......

Standing in place leisurely, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not retreat or avoid, until the basketball was about to get close, he suddenly raised his right hand, and then held the ball in his palm so easily.

"Thanks!" After the ball, Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled indifferently and walked to the starting point with the ball.

"The referee can start."

“BI！”

The whistle sounded, and Zhang Xiaoqiang patted the basketball on the ground.

"I'm coming!"

"Stop dreaming!" In front of the god, Wang Lei planned to concoct the same method and once again stage a lore drama of copying the ball and counterattacking.

It's just that this time, his hand is steadily running towards the ball, but at the moment when his fingertips are about to touch the ball, the basketball suddenly disguises, and after flicking on the floor, it moves to the left side along Zhang Xiaoqiang's back hip.

Then Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped with the ball and easily sent the ball into the basket, and the score on the court was 14-2.

"Sorry, it's a ball!"

According to the pre-game agreement, Zhang Xiaoqiang has actually won the game.

However, the competition system is fifteen points, so the offense and defense are switched, and now Wang Lei is attacking.

"Humph! You kid just got lucky, I slipped your hand to let you in, and from now on I won't give you a chance to score again. ”

After speaking, Wang Qiang dribbled and broke through, but as soon as the ball hit the ground, only air was left in the shot.

"Pull-and-pull jumper! I'm rubbing, handsome! With a shout in the audience, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned the favor and scored two more points.

"Excuse me! Looks like I'm getting lucky again! Picking up the ball, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the starting line again.

At this time, Wang Lei was already angry and was about to burst into flames.

"Are you ready?"

"You...... Come on! "Wang Lei, who doesn't believe in evil, take a good pose.

Zhang Xiaoqiang just waited for the whistle to sound, and immediately leaned over slightly.

Seeing this, the corners of Wang Lei's lips rose with contempt: "Hmph, you still want to shake me?" Dream on you! ”

Squatting with a horse step, Wang Lei was firmly rooted on the ground, and his huge figure completely covered 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 did not advance but retreated, and after a simple feint, he jumped straight up in front of him, a big man who was almost 2 meters.

Perfect throwing posture, after the ball was taken out of his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang volleyed his right hand high.

"Three points! I'm cǎo, that kid gets three points again! ”

"I'm not dazzled, less than 1.8 meters, dare to play a big knife in front of 2 meters Wang Lei...... It's awesome. ”

"That's not the point, haven't you seen this kid make a three-point gesture as soon as he shoots the ball, which means that he expects the ball to go in!"

"Haha! Looks like you're going to have to write your name backwards this time. ”

grabbed points three times in a row, and no one dared to underestimate Zhang Xiaoqiang on the court at this moment, and his supporters began to appear in the audience.

"Zhang Xiaoqiang! Come on! ”

"Zhang Xiaoqiang! So handsome! ”

In the next minute or so, it completely became Zhang Xiaoqiang's personal show, he almost copied Wang Lei's previous tricks and re-interpreted them, but this time the object of humiliation was replaced by Wang Lei.

And what made Wang Lei even more annoyed was that the opponent's reenactment, no matter from any angle, was better than him, which was simply a professional level.

"Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! Boy, are you addicted to drugs? ”

Hearing Wang Lei's questioning voice, Zhang Xiaoqiang casually shook his shoulder: "Hehe, if you think that taking drugs can improve your basketball level, then you can also go for it." There's one last ball left, and I can wait for you. ”

With a contemptuous attitude, the ruthless Wang Lei's teeth itched, and he almost threatened with gritted teeth: "Zhang Xiaoqiang! Don't get complacent too early, I'll teach you how to be a person in this last ball! ”

"Fourteen to fourteen, the last goal is the winner!"

With the announcement of the referee, there was an uproar in the stadium, and the originally unified crowd began to divide into two factions and shout separately.

"Wang Lei, it doesn't matter, take the final lore and kill him!"

"Zhang Xiaoqiang! You are the strongest! Kill Wang Lei and fight for the overlord! ”

The stands were full of emotion, and the stadium was filled with gunsmoke.

Wang Lei and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at each other, and the sound of metal collision could be faintly heard where their eyes intertwined.

"Offensive possession: Zhang Xiaoqiang. BI~”

When the whistle fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to dribble, his skillful ball skills were simply breathtaking, and Wang Lei was shaken only to feel the afterimage in front of him.

In desperation, he could only retreat to the basket.

And just when Wang Lei retreated, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly changed direction and accelerated.

Seeing this sudden scene on the field, the audience was stunned:

"I'll go! Isn't it, this kid wants to hit the basket!? ”

"How is it possible, Wang Lei has already retreated, as long as his body stands still, he has no chance to go in at all!"

"I want to go to the basket! You are so naïve! Wang Lei, who also saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's intentions, immediately accelerated, as the audience in the stands said, as long as he stood in the restricted area first, Zhang Xiaoqiang would have nothing to do.

However, just when everyone thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang's plan to go to the basket with the ball was stranded, something unexpected happened.

"He, he...... Free throw line! He actually jumped from the free throw line! ”

"He, what does he want to do!? It won't ......"

"Don't you think about it!"

"Bang!" The right hand dunked the ball into the basket, and then the basketball fell steadily, and Wang Lei, who tried to block it, fell with it.

The audience fell into a deathly silence, and the referee was stunned for a few seconds before blowing the whistle in his hand.

"BI, the score is sixteen to fourteen, Zhang Xiaoqiang wins!"

Wow! The cheers started, and everyone present was shocked by Zhang Xiaoqiang's shocking button.

Soon, the name of "Zhang Xiaoqiang" was shouted on the field.

Hanging on the basket, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced sideways at Wang Lei, who fell to the ground, he didn't speak, but the corners of his lips twisted a curvature, and then let go of his hand and landed, and gave his thumb to the stands.

"It's a good feeling!!"