Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harden in the front, Curry in the back

Ye Luo and Zhang Haoran were playing a hot game of street basketball in Nanfeng Square, while Chen Jingyu was still sitting at the Comey Internet cafรฉ opposite the academy and playing his own game.

Immersed in a cloud of smoke, his figure is as steady as a stone statue......

"Whew...... Lost again......" Chen Jingyu sighed softly, and finally twisted his neck and shoulders, which were almost stiff.

Glancing at the time under the computer screen, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and he hadn't even eaten his lunch yet.

People are iron, rice is steel, and there is no hunger for a meal.

Chen Jingyu's stomach began to resist more than an hour ago, and the student sitting next to him could faintly hear a hungry sound even if he had a pair of headphones on his head.

In the case of hunger, he lost two or three games in a row, Chen Jingyu was depressed and unwilling, and walked out of the Internet cafรฉ lonely.

In a daze, Chen Jingyu had forgotten that Ye Luo and Zhang Haoran had come to him yesterday.

However, just as Chen Jingyu was about to walk into a small restaurant, when he looked up, he actually saw Li Menghan standing not far from the small restaurant waiting for the bus.

"Li Menghan!" Chen Jingyu shouted as he walked towards the bus stop sign, "Where are you going?" โ€

Li Menghan turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Chen Jingyu with his hands in his pockets and coming to the wind, his face was calm, as if he had nothing in his heart.

So when Chen Jingyu walked to his side, Li Menghan was surprised: "Eh? Why are you still in school? โ€

When Chen Jingyu heard this, he was inexplicable and said with a smile: "Look at what you asked!" Of course I'm in school, otherwise where else would I go? โ€

"Didn't Ye Luo contact you?"

"Leaf Fall?" Chen Jingyu was asked in a fog, "No!" Why did he contact me? โ€

Frowning, Li Menghan shook his head, pointed at Chen Jingyu and said, "You...... Can you grow a little heart! โ€

Chen Jingyu was like a drunkard who fell into a wine vat, feeling that his head was big, so he quickly scratched his head, crying and laughing: "Youth League secretary, you wait a minute...... Our channels may be different, you can give me a ......"

Chen Jingyu probably guessed something, so he looked at Li Menghan sincerely, eager to know what she was going to say to herself.

Li Menghan put his ponytail on his shoulder, stroked the ends of his hair, and explained to Chen Jingyu while looking at the bus approaching in the distance: "There is a Nike store in the city, and the owner held a street basketball game. โ€

"Well, and then what?"

"No then." Li Menghan's face did not change, and he said calmly: "For the reward of the champion, it happens to be the Zhan 13 ...... you want."

"Jen 13?" Chen Jingyu's eyes widened, "Really? โ€

Li Menghan scoffed, "Of course it's true, my roommate works part-time in that store!" โ€

Before the words fell, the bus had already stopped on the side of the road, Li Menghan didn't have time to be verbose, so he waved his hand, "I'll go find them now, do you want to come along?" โ€

It was self-evident how crowded the bus from Salt Lake College to the city was, and Li Menghan boarded the bus almost half-talking and half-pushing.

Hovering beyond the Rรฉn stream, Chen Jingyu watched as Li Menghan gradually filled the carriage with a group of students, and then was soon obscured by a scurrying and airtight figure......

Just as the last student stepped into the carriage and the door was about to close, Li Menghan suddenly poked his head out of the crowd, held the frame of his glasses with one hand, pulled the window with the other, and shouted at Chen Jingyu: "What are you hesitating about!" Come up quickly! โ€

Perhaps he has been immersed in the virtual game world for too long, causing Chen Jingyu's reaction in real life to no longer keep up with the speed of the slow start of the bus.

And Li Menghan didn't last long at the window, and was immediately engulfed by a dark shadow......

"Wow ......"

As the doors closed, the bus started leisurely, and the students standing in the carriage fell backwards due to the traction of inertia.

"Ahh

Including Li Menghan, they all erupted into a sharp and unreliable scream one after another, or they were stepped on their toes, or they were squeezed on their arms......

However, just when Li Menghan was at a loss and was about to lose her center of gravity and crash into the car window, a big hand suddenly fell from the sky, poked out from the panic, pierced through Yang in a hundred steps, and accurately buckled her shoulder.

"Who! Let go! Although facing the danger of hitting the window, Li Menghan, who is an intellectual beauty, is still vigilant to protect herself.

But looking all the way along the arm on his shoulder, what caught Li Menghan's eyes was a familiar face, with a dark complexion, sharp edges and corners, with a height enough to be proud of the passengers in the entire carriage, standing out from the crowd, and smiling flatteringly: "As soon as I let go, you will fall!" โ€

It turned out to be Chen Jingyu.

Since they are acquaintances, Li Menghan is relieved.

The speed of the bus gradually stabilized, and Chen Jingyu finally let go of his grip on Li Menghan's shoulder, and squeezed in the intricate gaze of admiration and envy around him.

"Heh, you finally got in the car." Li Menghan endured the close-fitting crowding and forced a smile.

"You've got it all in my face, can I still be an outsider?" With Chen Jingyu's height, standing in the bus is more sinful than other passengers.

Not only does his body take up more space, but mainly his head is in constant danger of hitting the roof of the car.

Shaking all the way, suffocating all the way, after more than half an hour, Li Menghan and Chen Jingyu finally got off at the station and got rid of the suffocating crowding along the way.

In the evening, the street lamps are also lit one after another, although it is still a little dim, but the night scene of the city has quietly arrived.

At this time, Ni Rong's boyfriend had just finished a difficult showdown.

The match was played by the big black man and the number 24 against Michelin tires and his short teammates.

The two sides play in very different styles, with the Black Man and No. 24 playing on the inside, while the Michelin tires have an absolute advantage in physique, but their offense is dominated by the outside.

However, even so, after receiving the pass from No. 24 many times, the attack of the black man was repeatedly blocked.

Even if he is a tiger with a bear waist and a burly body, but in the face of Michelin tires, which are superior in physique, he seems to be a small witch, and all confrontations are pale and powerless.

On the contrary, Michelin tires are fundamentally different from black big men in the inner line entanglement, jamming, wall panels, interference, blocking...... The basic skills of steady and steady play make him easy to face even the basketball veterans who have played in CUBA for three years.

And his short teammate is no less than anyone present, although he suffers in terms of height, but in terms of offensive means, he is out of the limelight.

The hot touch and continuous three-pointers made No. 24's defense on the outside like an ornament, obviously a long head higher than the opponent, but he couldn't stop him in any way.

With a cold whistle, the referee announced the end of the match.

And the black man and No. 24 also struggled for more than half an hour to no avail, and walked out of the court tiredly, sweating profusely and miserable.

Ni Rong rarely sees the black man lose the game, so now she is following her boyfriend all the way, but she doesn't know what she should do at this time.

Ye Luo and Zhang Haoran also followed Ni Rong into the tent together.

The two of them have been watching the game next to Ni Rong all the time, threesome, but their focus is very different.

One is concerned about his boyfriend; The other two are focused on a roadblock that is about to block them and prevent them from winning the championship and winning Zhan 13.

Ni Rong handed a towel to Hei Dahan and No. 24 each, and then he was at a loss, and he didn't even know where to put his hands or feet.

Fortunately, Ye Luo and Zhang Haoran have experienced such a situation, and the two of them stepped forward and took the initiative to break the dullness and embarrassment.

"It's a pity." Ye Luo opened his mouth coldly, but he couldn't understand whether he was talking cold or hot, "If you meet the two of us, your results may be different." โ€

The big black man was silent, looking down at the beads of sweat that fell from his face to the ground splashed one by one; No. 24 was facing the sky, staring at Ye Luo with a sloppy gaze, and the stinky sweat on one end of his head dripped into his clothes along his neck and ears.

Maybe it was because he had a bye before, but now the Michelin tires and the short man did not go back to the tent to store energy, but continued to stay on the basketball court to maintain their condition.

Zhang Haoran also stood up, and Cฤo said in a northeastern dialect: "Brother, when the big black man can't open the situation on the inside, as his teammate, you should stand up and help him share a little pressure on the offensive end, instead of continuing to feed him the ball inside." โ€

"Well, he's right."

Ye Luo and Zhang Haoran both looked at No. 24, and Ye Luo added: "As far as the game just now, it is tantamount to suicide for you to blindly give the offensive focus to the inside. โ€

"Don't blame him, it's also the ball I want on the inside." The big black man wiped a handful of them on his face with a towel, and finally raised his head, looked up at his big dark face and said, "After all, our skills are not as good as others, and the rest ......"

The black man sighed helplessly and continued: "The rest, it's up to the two of you. โ€

Ye Luo smiled bitterly at Zhang Haoran, and the two looked at each other, "Eh...... The two of us ...... The two of us are also hanging! โ€

"Haha......" Zhang Haoran smiled even more, held the frame of his glasses, and said, "Then Curry will be handed over to you!" โ€

Ye Luo also wondered, what kind of messy players he met in the arena today.

A mouthless "Harden" has just been solved in front of him, and his European steps are still in Ye Luo's mind and have not dissipated for the time being; Then came the "Curry" of the god Shรจ three-point......

"Hang...... Still hanging ......" pouted, Ye Luo's heart had no bottom.