Chapter 3 Challenges
"Twelve? Nice team, last year's fourth, you were on the varsity team?"
Mo Feng was also a little surprised, and personally thought that the strength of the person in front of him, who was only a little shorter than him, must be good, because he always had that very arrogant and domineering flavor on him.
"Not now, but soon!" Wang Laoji's face was affirmed.
"Oh! Huh!" Mo Feng smiled, thinking to himself: What a self-confident person!
Wang Laoji looked around the stadium and suddenly said, "What kind of jersey are you wearing?"
"No. 4 for the Kings, Webb's jersey."
Mo Feng said." Do you like Weber?"
Jia Duobao asked. You're kind of like that."
"Thanks for the compliment." Mo Feng was very happy, and at a glance, he knew that Weber was his idol.
"Will it stay?" Wang Laoji looked at the jersey floating on the stick and asked.
"There's no one left here, no one has the ability to do it."
Mo Feng suddenly became very arrogant.
Jia Duobao saw Mo Feng's appearance and thought to himself: This point is the same virtue as Wang Laoji.
"To fight or not?" Wang Laojidao.
"Hit! I didn't see a powerful one, could it be that Huyun is a paper tiger?" Mo Feng sneered.
Jia Duobao stood up, walked to the side of the court, came to an iron rod, and struck an iron plate hanging on the rod with an iron rod placed on the ground, and the iron plate made a crisp sound, which resounded through the audience. This is called "knocking" to mean that the kicker is coming and issuing a challenge.
The person who played showed an angry look, and dared to knock on the field after listening to the field, which clearly looked down on our strength.
A young man wearing a New Jersey tennis team walked over, looked at Jia Duobao, and glanced at Wang Laoji and Mo Feng twice, and said, "Bullfighting?" Well, the old rules, the three-game system."
Jia Duobao said very casually. The young man obviously saw that Jia Duobao was an old kicker, so he had to do it, his expression changed, and he turned his head and walked towards the south of the ball.
At this time, the people who heard the knock on the floor all ran over and pointed at them.
Wang Laoji has long been used to it, and he ties his shoelaces with a calm expression.
Mo Feng was very excited, and carefully probed the MM in the crowd.
Jia Duobao suddenly ran over angrily, and shouted as soon as he arrived in front of him: "Fooled, it turns out that the masters of Huyun are all enjoying the shade under the tree in Qiunan, it's over, I saw a few people who are almost one meter nine, so strong people, one by one like Schwarzenegger, depressed!"
Wang Laoji glanced at Mo Feng, he was interested, he didn't mean to be frightened at all, and said with a smile: "I see, I'm still worried that the fight will be boring!" Oh, here they are!"
Wang Laoji turned his head to look, several tall young people walked by, one was wearing the No. 21 jersey of the Timberwolves, the other was wearing a white vest, and there was a number of 23 on his chest, and suddenly Wang Laoji's eyes were fixed on a short person, next to the two estimated to be one meter nine, this person looked even shorter, and this one was very simple, just a red T blood with no number, and below was a very ordinary sports shorts, with a small flat head, and a pair of eyes had a kind of momentum that would give up on me. He walked in front and probed them carefully.
A person who looked ordinary, Wang Laoji felt that this inconspicuous person was the boss of Huyun, squinted at Mo Feng, and found that he also paid attention to this person, and couldn't help but sigh that Mo Feng's eyesight was not bad, not like Jia Duobao.
"Let's pick a show!" Number 21." Why am I here if you don't pick a scene?"
Wang Laoji said coldly. You're very dragged!" No. 23 said angrily.
"General drag!" Wang Laoji shot back. You ''''''''''''" No. 23 was about to scold, the flat-headed little man reached out and grabbed it, stepped forward, and said, "You need to warm up, you don't need to start now."
The tone is very flat, and there is no anger at all.
"Good!" Mo Feng agreed.