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Zhang Xiaojian looked very handsome when grabbing a basketball with one hand.

So that the eyes of the audience who had followed the basketball were all focused on him at this moment.

When he asked if Ye Mozhu could be a foreign aid for the Chinese department, Ye Mozhu had already held his hand. She was afraid that Zhang Xiaojian would rush in and give the man named Fan Long a violent beating. Zhang Xiaojian felt the warmth of her little hand. Later, I had to change my mind and wanted to play a dunk for Fan Long.

Because Zhang Xiaojian is very angry now, he just caught the ball, he knew that the ball in the morning was definitely not an accident, but intentional.

Then his blood can't flow in vain, although it is a nosebleed

Ye Mozhu could hold Zhang Xiaojian, but he could not hold Zhang Xiaojian's friend.

They didn't hear what Zhang Xiaojian said. The moment Zhang Xiaojian caught the ball, they also understood that what happened in the morning was not an accident. Fan Long, a burly big man, is an acting school and the ball came to Zhang Xiaojian.

"Drafting, do you play ball or people?"

Bai Yang rushed out first and ran towards Fan Long and left.

Luo Tengfei followed closely, cursing and saying: "Your mother, I know everything."

But they are not as fast as Zheng Jiakai

The taciturn Zheng Jiakai didn't say a word. He passed them in a few steps and immediately started to do it.

These things only happened within a few seconds.

Fan Long didn't expect that Zhang Xiaojian could catch the ball, and he didn't expect that there were a few men below who were so grumpy that they would directly come up to beat him.

Fortunately, the other members of the English Department and the Chinese Department stopped the three in time.

But he did go back a little bit, showing a hint of perseverance.

The referee hurried over to reconcile, and the scene was chaotic again.

Zhou Liyang came to Fan Long and said, "I'll play ball when I play. I told you in the morning. Don't take these messy things into the court. You won't listen. You are really beaten. I don't care about you."

It was indeed a private act that Fan Long did this, and it had nothing to do with Zhou Liyang, but it was mainly to lick Zhou Liyang.

At this time, when he heard him say this, Fan Long sneered and thought, don't you watch it in the morning? The children of rich people all want to be a bitch and want to set up an archway?

The sharp whistle sounded again.

The students who rushed into the court were discouraged.

The sound of scolding father and mother came out frequently.

It took a long time for the teachers to separate these people completely.

Zhang Xiaojian pulled Bai Yang and Zheng Jiakai, back to the sidelines.

Luo Tengfei was pushed back by a group of his classmates, and in short, he did not cause much trouble.

They were surrounded by the Chinese students’ camp. They rushed into the court and they were considered by the English students to be frustrated, so they booed everywhere, as if they despised them for not being able to play on the court, and they wanted to play with real people. What the gang fight did.

Zhang Xiaojian became even more angry, but after all he couldn't bring his brothers into a fight. It was too unreasonable, so he asked again: "Mo Zhu, I really want to be a foreign aid for the Chinese Department. Is it too late to sign up?"

Ye Mozhu: "..." Zhang Xiaojian thought it was angry when he said it before, but now he heard the rhetorical question: "Can you play ball?"

Zhang Xiaojian puffed his chest, and just as he was about to brag, Bai Yang revealed his old bottom: "Anyway, I have never beaten me when I was singled out, and I guess I can't beat any player on the court.

Zheng Jiakai sighed at the thought of Zhang Xiaojian in the arena before he jumped into the air and hit the basket.

Luo Tengfei scratched his head, not understanding what Zhang Xiaojian meant.

Ye Mozhu looked at the score on the court, he was already 20 points behind, and said helplessly, "Going up is also losing."

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head: "Not necessarily, to tell you the truth, my full name is Michael LeBron Stephen Zhang!"

The classmates who had just finished pulling the frame and standing around burst into laughter, and obviously felt that this seemingly powerful full name was very happy.

But Zhang Xiaojian was not joking, he said with a serious face: "Why don't you go to discuss it, anyway, it is a loss, what if I go up and win?"

Ye Mozhu: "..."

In fact, it is not difficult to play as a foreign aid. Just fill in a form and be able to play halfway. As long as the Chinese player ensures that only one foreign aid is on the court, it is not a regular game after all. She is the backbone of the student union.

It’s just that Ye Mozhu didn’t want to embarrass Zhang Xiaojian, but he knew that Zhang Xiaojian must be very angry now.

Looking at Xiaojian's eyes, Ye Mozhu felt again, maybe he could really turn defeat into victory with the Chinese department?

As the saying goes, the lover’s eyes will be blindly confident about his partner.

When Zhang Xiaojian was playing hard and soft, the game had started again. Within three minutes, the score difference of 20 points became 25 points.

The Chinese team members are already listless, as if they have no desire to fight, and their stamina has also suffered a huge problem. Xiao Wang suffered some minor injuries in the morning, but now he is full of sweat on his forehead.

He started to pant when he took the opportunity of other people's free throws, when he found that Ye Mozhu beckoned at him.

So he ran over and heard the three minutes in Ye Mozhu's mouth.

After all, the foreign aid is a foreign aid. Xiao Wang also charged 500 yuan for a game to help the Chinese Department play. At this time, when he heard that he could go off the field for a little rest, he looked at the score again and nodded when he knew that there was no hope.

Then Ye Mozhu returned to the sidelines, took out a set of basketball uniforms that he had just asked for on the players' bench, threw it to Zhang Xiaojian and helped his forehead: "What the hell am I doing?"

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the azure blue team uniform. Just as he wanted to say something brave, Bai Yang next to him said: "Crazy, crazy."

Luo Tengfei rubbed his eyebrows: "Why, isn't this self-infuriating?"

Only Zheng Jiakai did not speak. He remembered Zhang Xiaojian's jerky three-step jump in the basketball hall not long ago and the embarrassment of being blocked by the basket.

A sharp whistle sounded again.

The Chinese basketball team called for a timeout. Ye Mozhu took Zhang Xiaojian, who had just gone to the toilet and changed into his blue uniform, and stuffed him into the players.

There is no coach in the amateur game, at most the captain talks about how to play next.

At this time, there is nothing to say about the Chinese department, who has completely lost their fighting spirit. No matter how you fight, you will lose. The captain will not say anything. Instead, he introduced: "Zhang Xiaojian, the temporary foreign aid we are looking for, Xiao Wang is tired. , Let's do it for three minutes."

Anyway, I also lost. In the NBA, there is still a chance for a 25-point score in one and a half, but in fact, in an amateur game, the audience is at most 70 or 80 points. It is basically already 25 points ahead. Sentenced to death.

Team leader Wu Chunlei also sold Ye Mozhu for such a face.

But let alone, Zhang Xiaojian, with his arms and legs exposed and extremely smooth muscles, looked really like that.

When Zhang Xiaojian heard Wu Chunlei's introduction, he smiled at everyone and said, "Hello everyone."

No one smiled with Zhang Xiaojian. They were all tortured by the emotion of defeat and tired body, and at most they nodded slightly.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care. He opened the attribute panel and clicked the attribute silently. Because he was a little distressed about the points, he only filled three attributes, dribble, dunk, and three-pointer.

Bai Yang scratched his head and watched Zhang Xiaojian walk into the court wearing a blue jersey: "It's really on the court."

Luo Tengfei looked at Ye Mozhu standing on the side of the bench, then rubbed his eyebrows again: "Women in love are indeed all."

Only Zheng Jiakai made a different statement: "Xiaojian's physical fitness is still good."

"No, is this nonsense?" At this moment, a classmate next to them interjected.

Then many Chinese students who were still on the sidelines also talked about it, and it was obvious that they all had a dislike for Zhang Xiaojian.

Of course they knew that Zhang Xiaojian was able to play because of Ye Mozhu, and most of them also heard that Ye Mozhu's boyfriend was very rich.

Although this game seems hopeless, you, Ye Mozhu, as the leader of the Chinese department, actually opened the back door for your boyfriend.

If your boyfriend is really a great basketball god, then he really came to save the Chinese team.

But just now his friends said that he can't play basketball. Why did you convince the captain and the team to let Zhang Xiaojian play?

This is too much to take this game seriously.

I don't take the basketball championship trophy organized by the Student Union seriously.

It's too childish.

Although the public grievances are not going to boil, Ye Mozhu's decision to heat her head has indeed affected her good reputation for many years.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was on the court, didn’t know this. He walked onto the basketball court and looked at Ye Mozhu, who looked like a pig’s head in the eyes of others, and smiled, and found that she was really helpless in her eyes. It seemed that she did this only because Own soft grinding hard foam.

But it is not important.

The whistle sounded and the English basketball team played basketball. Zhou Liyang saw a touch of surprise in his eyes after seeing Zhang Xiaojian shopping mall, and then he was a little excited. It seemed that he was happy because he was able to beat Zhang Xiaojian upright on the court.

Fan Long also raised the corner of his mouth after seeing Zhang Xiaojian. He knew that the perfect moment for him to flatter had come, and he actually came to the door. It was a godsend opportunity.

So, when they attacked, Fan Long made a misplacement, confronted Zhang Xiaojian, and then reached out for the ball.

As a center forward, Fan Long has a height of close to two meters and a burly figure. He is connected to the basketball in the three-second zone. There is no doubt that he is back hitting all the way and crushing Zhang Xiaojian.

but

When the ball came into his hands, he started to hit back and leaned back suddenly, but he didn’t move. His height is less than 1.8 meters, and his weight is estimated to be only half of his Zhang Xiaojian.

The people who observed this detail in the audience were all people who knew the ball. Cheers rang out when Fan Long didn't squeeze Zhang Xiaojian in the second time.

Some frustrated Fan Long didn't believe in evil, so he leaned on Zhang Xiaojian with his strength.

But Zhang Xiaojian didn't use his strength to top it off this time. Instead, Fan Long, who had exerted too much force, immediately lost his balance, and another teammate who came to double-team completed the steal.

As soon as he was about to get lucky, he saw a blue shadow Yiqi Juechen, without any hesitation, with a single arm, the basketball flew over half the court and chased the shadow.

None of the players in the green jerseys had time to return to defense.

Everyone saw Zhang Xiaojian, who was on the fast break, received the ball, then dribbled the ball extremely skillfully, rushing through the midfield like lightning, and into the three-point line.

Naturally all eyes fell on him, and then many people covered their mouths, because they discovered that Zhang Xiaojian actually entered the three-point line and started to take the three-step basket.

This is too far.

Only NBA players can start here, right?

But Zhang Xiaojian is a leap-forward step, two steps, three steps, about one step into the free throw line to take off.

then.

He is flying!

Break free of gravity!

Thousands of spectators were inexplicably silent at this moment.

Zhang Xiaojian flew into the air, stretched his body, grabbed the ball with one hand, and leaned forward slightly. He opened his mouth inexplicably, tilted his tongue, and glided in the air for a century.

This picture stunned everyone.

Ye Mozhu looked at Zhang Xiaojian's pupils in the air already out of focus.

Bai Yang's eyeballs have almost fallen to the ground.

Luo Tengfei's hand rubbing his brows freezes.

Zheng Jiakai's mouth grew slightly, his eyes full of incredible.

Until the sound of "Bum~!", the dumbfounded audience was awakened.

Then there was silence, deathly silence.

Everyone didn't understand what they saw just now, but they kept playing the scene just now in their minds.

There was a cheerleader girl in the front row. She looked at the Joe she just bought, looked at the trademark of the flying man, and wondered if it was the same as the trademark on my shoes.

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