Chapter 59 Trash Talk
"Match-fixing! Match-fixing! "After transporting the ammunition on the body, the brothers are ready to go back to wash and sleep.
Gou Wenshi was successfully shot, covering his head that was hit by a lighter and poured with a drink, and returned to his team. The guy who threw the drink bottle didn't know how to be thrifty, he threw the bottle and threw the bottle, and he didn't know how to drink it all.
"See, it's that guy." Gou Wenshi pointed to Zhang Ziyi at the other end of the venue, "Keep an eye on him tonight, beat him up for me, cripple him, and beat him so much that he doesn't even know his mother." ”
"Gou Dashao, but it's okay. We only play ball, we don't hit people. A tall man in the number nine jersey said with some hesitation.
"It's about playing, and tonight gave me the courage to play basketball in the future."
"We're good at this." Nine glanced at Twenty-Five behind him and whistled.
"Zhang Shao, why don't we withdraw too?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Ziyi looked unkind.
"I don't mean anything, it's just that the number nine and number twenty-five on the other side seem to be reserves of the professional team, I've seen them." The voice said weakly.
"What happened to the reserves?"
"We can't beat us normally, and they can't fight with two more professional-level ones."
"If you can't beat it, won't you fight? You are still not a man, if you are a man, don't be afraid of fighting, you would rather be beaten to death than be scared to death. A voice sounded in the background.
"Who said I wasn't a man!" A big boy of this age is very sensitive to the four words not a man, and he is afraid of Zhang Ziyi, which does not mean that everyone is afraid.
When I turned around, I was shocked, ah, it was a bald head.
"Little shrimp, you're here." Zhang Ziyi burst into tears, and sure enough, he was a good brother, and he came to accompany him to die. Xiao Shrimp is right, a man can be beaten to death, but he can't be scared to death. Now, we've got enough starters, so we don't have to be scared to death, just wait to be killed.
As soon as I heard the small shrimp, a few people next to me all knew who it was, the freshly baked provincial three good students, the bald shrimp who was in the limelight, was said to be a strong candidate for the chief scoop of the three schools and four streets nearby.
The third school and the fourth street refer to the experimental junior high school of Sanyin No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School and several nearby streets, and this chief scoop leader must not be elected to the popular figure of the three schools. The previous terms have all created a great reputation, one is serving a sentence in Qinshan Prison, one has absconded from Vietnam and the Philippines, and one is in criminal trial proceedings......
As soon as he saw that it was the bald shrimp, the domineering side leaking master, the master who turned around and was about to question changed from a cold face to a smile, and carefully explained: "Brother shrimp, there are two professional players opposite. ”
"What about a professional footballer, he can eat you? It's a basketball game, and it's a ball and not a person. ”
"Yes, yes, but they play better than we do." This thought to himself, what we are worried about is playing and not hitting people. It would be nice if he could beat people, just with the might of Brother Shrimp, he would be rewarded for beating the teacher without sequelae, and it would not be trivial to hit a few students opposite.
"A professional player is also a human being, and he only has two hands, so we just need to score more goals than him." After speaking, Yang Shuxia took the ball from Zhang Ziyi's hand, shook it twice, and shook it casually.
Brush, a crisp sound, hollow into the net.
Yang Shuxia's shooting hand shape is really not standard, and the action is really not standardized, but it is in, ultra-long-range, three-point, hollow!
"Brother, don't be blinded." Zhang Ziyi was excited, this accurate, this game was saved.
"It doesn't matter if it's blindfolded or not, just get in." Turned around with his back, threw it casually, threw it super far away for three points, and went in again, still hollow.
Zhang Ziyi, "Brother, even if it's Meng, I'll kneel for you." Don't be blindsided for too long, just forty minutes is enough. ”
When Yang Shuxia rushed here, he initially wanted to make up enough numbers for Zhang Ziyi, so as not to lose too ugly. Since elementary school, he has been in the same class as Zhang Ziyi, and the two brothers have beaten people to the point of urine, and they have also been chased like rats crossing the street.
How can people float in the rivers and lakes without being stabbed, as long as they don't always get stabbed. didn't expect that Gou Wenshi deceived people too much, you want to slap your face, buddy's skills are not as good as others, just put your face up and let you beat it. But you're done fighting, and you still want to ride to your neck and......
I'm sorry, if my brother doesn't fan you, I feel sorry for your father.
But how to fan? This is a very difficult task.
In fact, after the equipment master system opened the achievement system yesterday, Yang Shuxia has been thinking about a problem, how to apply the equipment master skills to the usual.
Since you can apply the eighteen hammers to martial arts, are there any skills that can be applied to basketball games?
Yang Shuxia quickly searched for a skill in the equipment apprentice skill in his mind, a very cold skill, throwing stones.
In fact, in a strict sense, throwing stones cannot be regarded as equipment apprenticeship skills, but in some extreme environment mining, the skill of throwing stones will be used, and some equipment apprentices who often walk in extreme environments will be very proficient in this skill.
If Yang Shuxia is not the ultimate apprentice, he may not know that he has this skill.
Yang Shuxia showed his hands a little, which boosted his morale to a certain extent.
The competition officially began, and the referee was the physical education teacher of San'in Experimental Junior High School.
A whistle blows, the ball is tossed.
It was Yang Shuxia who was fighting for the ball here, because they didn't have a center at all in this lineup. Zhang Ziyi played as a small forward, three guards of Qing Yishui, a freshman in high school, and Yang Shuxia's physique was barely able to push to the big forward.
So, they put on a lineup without a striker, which is very popular on the football field, and stood on the basketball court.
The opponent was No. 9, a big man with a height of two meters, with a tonnage of nearly 200 catties. Looking at Yang Shuxia again, although his physique and combat effectiveness have been greatly improved recently, his physique has become thinner.
Because after Qin Lanxuanmu purified his body, he removed all the impurities and useless things in his body. In the past, Yang Shuxia was still moderately fat and thin, but now he is thin, and the bias is still a little obvious.
Xie Xiaoling in the cheerleading team had already buried her head in her knees, and she couldn't bear to look at it, this height and physique were too bullying.
Yang Shuxia didn't feel anything, he stayed with the giant Brother Chao for two days, and the figure of No. 9 was really wooden.
Before the whistle sounded, No. 9 showed his white teeth to Yang Shuxia, "Boy, don't be blown up by me." ”
Yang Shuxia smiled faintly, "Big man, your teeth are very white." ”
Nine was stunned, what do you mean? In the NBA's secret trash talk dialogue, there is no such sentence.
"I don't understand, if the teeth are very white, they are white teeth, and they are called idiots."
This kid dared to scold, and Nine opened his mouth to get back on the field. Yang Shuxia had already asked, "What toothpaste do you use?" ”
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