Night.

In front of him was led by the lame man, Bu Xiaotian followed behind, and the two walked towards the court one after the other, ignoring the sparsely populated stadium around them, and went straight to the innermost stadium surrounded by people with bright lights, shouting and shouting.

"Hey, buddy."

The man asked.

The group of people who were asked were engaged in a fierce confrontation, and in the eyes of Bu Xiaotian, a man in a red sweatshirt stole the opponent's basketball, and just after the three-point line, he threw a pass, and a man with blue short sleeves immediately flew up and dunked the ball into the basket.

The crowd cheered in unison, drowning out the lame man's questioning for a moment.

Bu Xiaotian didn't say anything, he wanted to see what the lame old man was going to do.

The person who opposed it still ignored the lame man and continued to pass the ball, and suddenly the man in the red sweatshirt passed the basketball to the periphery again, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, the lame man actually stepped to intercept the basketball from the middle of the road, and the whole audience was angry for a while, and they all stared at him, the man's face did not change, and he continued to ask: "Dude, is it okay to add a group?" “

With that, he raised his hand and threw the ball.

Brush.

The Nets trembled, and the north wind was sluggish.

This scene is extremely provocative.

"Okay."

The man in the blue short sleeve sneered scornfully, grabbed the ball with one hand, and walked towards the lame man, as if he was going to fight at first glance.

The surrounding crowd also seemed to be moved, and they burst into boos in unison, to these outsiders.

Bu Xiaotian kept staring at the lame man, but he still didn't notice any change in the man's expression, and he was still calm.

The blue short-sleeved man suddenly shoved the ball into the lame man with one hand.

The lame man didn't have time to react, and he took two steps back unsteadily, but he didn't fall.

However, at this moment, the interest of the people around him was completely aroused by this extremely provocative action, and the boos became even more manic.

The blue short-sleeved man sneered contemptuously: "You alone? ”

The lame man also smiled, slapped the ball hard with his hand, and then held the ball in his arms with a twist grip, tilted his head sideways and gestured to Bu Xiaotian with his eyes, and said, "And him." ”

The people around burst into laughter.

In their eyes, in this field, five people can't beat the three people in front of them, and only two people can challenge, which is really a big joke.

"Haoyu."

The man in the red sweatshirt shouted.

"Huh?"

Li Haoyu looked at the man hesitantly, and the people around him also quieted down.

Bu Xiaotian set his eyes on the man, the man's chestnut bangs covered his eyebrows, and he looked noble in red, looking like a polite boy at first glance.

But this person's aura is not to be despised by others at all, just one sentence made the person who had just highlighted his anger quiet down like the people around him.

The lame man really wanted to talk to this boy, so he put aside this kid named Li Haoyu and walked to the side.

Brother Gongzi stretched out his right hand and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Yan Anxun." ”

The lame man also stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello." ”

After Yan Anxun finished the introduction, he said: "If you don't have a good group, please go to the field to form people, now, we are playing here, please let go." ”

This sentence goes hand in hand, leaving the lame man speechless.

Going to the off-field group, just like that formation just now, it would be really strange that someone would be willing to be their teammate.

After a while, the people around him shouted, "Go down, go down." On the other hand, looking at Yan Anxun, he had no choice but to spread his hands helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.

Just as they were forced to leave, another voice rang out in the noise.

"There's a third person, there's a third person."

Someone raised their hands and squeezed in from the crowd.

Bu Xiaotian was stunned this time.

The man in his jacket and shirt came over panting, not at all like he was playing ball, and after a closer look at the person's appearance, it was actually the young man who appeared in Zhong Jinyun's ward just now.

Zhong Feixuan walked in, glanced at Bu Xiaotian twice, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

I thought: This kid is really here, Jin Yun really has a relationship with this guy.

Then he smiled and said to Yan Anxun: "I count them, the third person." ”

The lame man looked at Zhong Feixuan with a familiar look, but he didn't know him, but said, "This time, let's count it all." ”

Yan Anxun smiled helplessly and withdrew towards the three-point line, while shouting the name of the other person: "Qingfeng, get up." “

"Oh."

The person being called had been sitting next to him, and this time he had stretched his shoulders and stood in the middle of the field.

Li Haoyu was still contemptuous, and walked to the basket with a 'snort'.

It's okay to accept their challenge.

The people around them began to scream and shout, building momentum for the home team.

……

"Hey, boy, aren't you going to put your bag down?"

The lame man shouted at Bu Xiaotian.

Bu Xiaotian reluctantly put his bag on the field, pulled up the zipper of his coat, and walked towards the middle of the field, sighing in his heart as he walked, this doesn't look like I'm here to play, am I here for you middle-aged people to dredge your muscles?

As a result, he walked to the front and just reached out to catch the ball, but was shouted out of the way by the lame man with one hand.

"Where am I going?"

Bu Xiaotian asked.

The lame man shouted at Zhong Feixuan, "Hey, buddy, catch the ball." “

Then the ball was crossed.

Bang!

The ball was in the middle of Zhong Feixuan's head, who was still using his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?"

Zhong Feixuan complained.

"I'm playing, put my phone away."

The lame man scratched his head and laughed.

Zhong Feixuan kicked the ball back with his foot, then pressed the words 'found' on his mobile phone and put it in his pocket.

Bu Xiaotian on the side was completely stupid, and he couldn't even help laughing at the look that was used to indifference, so he had to endure and walk inside.

Such a ridiculous game, let me give you uncles who look like they can't play ball?

This time, Zhong Feixuan got the basketball on the outside.

The three home team defending inside the three-point line also took up positions amid Yan Anxun's shouting.

Li Haoyu leaned on Bu Xiaotian, who walked in, and said to him in an extremely contemptuous tone: "This is what you brought on yourself. ”

And the boy called Qingfeng also pulled his pace away and kept his defensive position in front of Zhong Feixuan.

The people around the Dongdan arena were next to each other, watching this street race together.

……

"Heh, it's been a long time since I've seen you play."

Ghostblade appears in a corner with a cigarette in his mouth, and a black suit blends perfectly with the night around him.

The smoke covers the moon, and on the most famous field in Beijing, there is an undercurrent.

Those unwitting onlookers, I wonder if anyone will recognize these faces who are about to show their talents?