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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

The CrossFire game, which controls the basketball time, has just begun, and Wang Yue is sore because of the continuous basketball impact.

Wang Yue puffed out his slightly reddened cheeks, and a moment ago, the basketball hit his face so hard that half of his cheeks were numb and stiff.

Fang Tu said, "I can give you a chance. ”

Wang Yue said: "Premise? ”

Fang Tu said, "Kneel." ”

Wang Yue said, "You? ”

Fang Tu said, "Go on." ”

Fang Tu gave Wang Yue a chance to end this cruel game, but Wang Yue did not accept it. So, Crossfire continued, basketball continued, and everything continued cruelly.

Yan Xiao, who was sitting on a row of chairs next to the basketball court area, had a very pale face. She had fantasized that the Street Wire Basket was a special form of basketball and the Line of Fire, but she didn't expect it to be such a violent mode of play.

Although Yan Xiao and Wang Yue didn't have any friendship, and they weren't even friends, she saw the powerful basketball hitting Wang Yue again and again, and she was kind-hearted, and her heart was oozing a little pain.

Yan Xiao instinctively wanted to stop this disastrous game, but it was the first time she came to the underground stadium, and she was not familiar with the people and things here.

Yan Xiao could only ask Yun Ruohan who was sitting next to her for help, hoping that she could stop this game, which was neither a hot blood basketball nor an e-sports firing line. But when she saw Yun Ruohan, she inadvertently remembered that Yun Ruohan had told her before that she had also played street basketball.

This is a violent game that even a strong man can't bear, Yun Ruohan is such a slender girl, how can she withstand the impact of that powerful basketball?

Yan Xiao asked, "Ruohan, have you really had this kind of violent competition?" ”

Yun Ruohan said: "Well, it's interesting, isn't it? ”

Yan Xiao hesitated: "But ......"

Although Yan Xiao knew that Yun Ruohan had a madness that was completely opposite to her usual personality in crossing the line of fire, she really didn't dare to imagine the picture of Yun Ruohan being hit by a basketball.

Yun Ruohan said: "But it's hard to accept, right?" ”

Yan Xiao said: "It's not very difficult, it's completely unacceptable." ”

Yun Ruohan said: "It is precisely because it is difficult to accept that it can only be carried out in this kind of dark place, and it also has binding rules, doesn't it?" ”

Yan Xiao said: "I don't think Wang Yue wants to play this kind of game, he is forced to be helpless. ”

Yun Ruohan said: "No, he likes this kind of game. ”

Yan Xiao said, "Why? ”

Yun Ruohan said: "Because of his smile." ”

Yan Xiao looked at Wang Yue in a daze, he didn't believe that Wang Yue could laugh in this situation.

She scanned the fine beads of sweat on Wang Yue's forehead, scanned Wang Yue's frowning brows, scanned Wang Yue's solemn eyes, and scanned Wang Yue's bruised and swollen face.

Yan Xiaogang wanted to question Yun Ruohan and say no, but her gaze, which had not yet canceled the scan, was firmly locked by the corner of Wang Yue's lips suddenly hooked up with an arc.

It was a confident arc, and at the top of the arc hung a faint smile.

Yan Xiao looked at the corners of Wang Yue's lips that hooked up the arc of the smile, feeling the perseverance in the smile.

When she scanned Wang Yue with her scanning gaze again, she was stunned to find that there was a color of enjoyment hidden under all the negative emotions.

Wang Yue is indeed passively engaged in this kind of basketball and fireline duel mixed with violent factors, but since he participated, he couldn't end up with no results.

He enjoys victory, enjoys glory.

He enjoys failure and loneliness.

Wang Yue felt unbearable pain when he was hit by a basketball for the first time, but he didn't give up.

Zhong Guoren once taught Wang Yue that he could refuse any match from anyone, but if it was done, he had to stick to it.

Zhong Guoren's persistence in teaching Wang Yue accounted for most of the reasons why he continued to play against Fang Tu, but there was also a small part because he wanted to return to Fang Tu ten times the number of times the basketball thrown at him and everything he had endured.

In the game, Fang Tu sold a big flaw to Wang Yue again, waiting for Wang Yue to step forward and kill him.

If Wang Yue's attack on Fang Tu could be implemented, he would definitely be able to kill Fang Tu. But Fang Tu would use a special look at his four partners who were playing basketball before that moment, and the partner who received the hint threw the basketball at any part of Wang Yue's body at that moment, giving Wang Yue a hard basketball impact.

Wang Yue's performance at this time is very similar to the sentence that describes the memory of people who don't have a long memory, because Wang Yue once again launched a serious attack on the flaws of the North Korean slaughter.

Sou!

The basketball flew out of the muscular man's hand and slammed into Wang Yue.

Fang Tu's four basketball partners are a muscular man, a bearded man, a tattooed man, and a tall man.

Among these four people, the muscular man is the most angry, and every time the basketball thrown from his hand can cause Wang Yue to grin in pain.

At present, the basketball that hit Wang Yue this time was thrown from the muscular man's hand, and from the green tendons and pimples on his arm at the moment he threw the basketball, it was not difficult to judge how much force he used when throwing the basketball.

The basketball slammed into the back of Wang Yue's head at high speed.

It's close.

It's closer.

Someone had a playful smile on his face.

The corners of someone's lips curled up with pity.

Boom!

An extremely calm but impactful voice sounded.

At this moment, whether it is a playful smile, whether it is the arc of pity, whether it is any expression and emotion, it is all uniformly transformed into a rich surprise.

The basketball aimed at the back of Wang Yue's head not only did not hit the back of Wang Yue's head as expected, but hit Fang Tu's chin hard.

Although the basketball that slammed into Fang Tu's chin did not knock Fang Tu's entire body over, it knocked Fang Tu's entire face backwards.

Fang Tu, who had rough skin and thick flesh, also made a slight painful sound at that moment, which showed how much pain that basketball brought him.

Wang Yue tilted his neck to one side, smiled at Fang Tu, who had an extremely ugly face on the other side, and said, "My neck is a little uncomfortable, so I shook my neck, it doesn't violate the competition specifications, right?" ”

Originally, the basketball accurately hit the back of Wang Yue's head, but at the moment when he was about to hit, Wang Yue suddenly tilted his neck and happened to dodge the basketball. And the basketball that lost resistance naturally continued to fly, and finally hit Fang Tu's chin opposite Wang Yue.

Fang Tu's height is much higher than Wang's, and it is also a loss that he is taller than Wang, otherwise the basketball would have hit his chin, but directly hit his entire face.

Regarding this, Wang Yue deeply regretted why he was not as tall as Fang Tu.