Seeing Liao Fucheng's expression of success, Gao Qi covered his face and was speechless.

Damn retarded!

Okay, you can take your time and take the penalty kick.

Thinking about it, Gao Qi turned around and left.

"Where to go?" Chen Jiandong asked in confusion. After all, Zhang Fan is still on the court. What does Gao Qi mean when he leaves?

"Go buy a bottle of water!"

Gao Qi put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

Nani?

Chen Jiandong almost bit his tongue.

Your sister, are you going to buy water at this time?

Brother, you are so generous.

However, at this time, Liao Fucheng had already started taking a penalty kick.

"Bang!"

The basketball fell perfectly into the basket and made a dull sound when it landed on the ground.

"The hollow ball is worthy of being number one!"

"Yes, but I am very curious about how Zhang Fan tortured Liao Jiajia. To be honest, Liao Jiajia's skills are also very good."

In the distance, a group of people were discussing.

"Boy, it's your turn."

There was a faint sneer on Liao Fucheng's lips.

Gao Qi's shout convinced him that Zhang Fan would not take a penalty kick!

He nailed the first ball!

Zhang Fan caught the ball and threw it casually. The basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and fell into the basket.

"Damn it, Zhang Fan can actually throw hollows!" I remembered with a scream.

Liao Fucheng smiled coldly at Zhang Fan: "I don't know how long you can hold on!"

Immediately, Liao Fucheng pitched again.

Hollow, still hollow!

"good!"

The cheers started immediately.

"It's your turn!"

Zhang Fan took the ball and threw it casually, but it was also empty.

Watching the two men's continuous penalty kicks, a group of people sitting around the stadium also widened their eyes.

Damn it, it’s been five minutes! Both of them have ordered more than 30 balls, right?

Forget about Liao Fucheng, he was originally the president of the basketball club, and Tsinghua University recognized him as the number one in basketball skills.

But what about Zhang Fan?

Damn it, this guy can actually make more than thirty hollow balls in a row?

At this time, Gao Qi was holding a bag and biting a piece of ice cream and slowly walked towards Ye Xuan.

"Classmate Ye Xuan, give it!"

Ye Xuan smiled sweetly: "Thank you!"

Seeing the movement here, a group of men's eyes almost popped out.

Damn it, Goddess Ye actually accepted Gao Qi’s ice cream?

Damn it, they have never seen Gao Qi and Ye Xuan interact with each other in the past year!

"I'll go first!" Gao Qi bit his ice cream and walked towards the court.

"How many balls are there?" Gao Qi asked Chen Jiandong?

"Forty-eight!" Chen Jiandong said, and he put his hand into the bag without ceremony.

However, his eyes fell on Gao Qi.

"Why didn't you agree to penalty kicks before? Your friend's skills are good!" Chen Jiandong asked.

Gao Qi smiled coldly: "The last time he took a penalty kick with others, it seemed that he took more than 300 penalties. From then on, I never want to see this guy take a penalty kick again."

Listening to Gao Qi's words, Chen Jiandong's eyes widened.

Damn it, one person ordered more than 300 balls?

Your sister, when did you have to order this?

Immediately, he bit the ice cream and looked towards Zhang Fan.

And the people around him are getting quieter and quieter.

Damn, it’s been twenty minutes?

Are these two still taking penalty kicks?

M, I believe your evil deeds! You should start fighting now!

Li Liang couldn't stay still for a long time and ran to the seat to lie down.

And Liao Fucheng was becoming more and more shocked.

Glancing at Gao Qi, who was walking over carrying ice cream for the second time, his expression was extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he knew why Gao Qi said not to take a penalty kick.

Damn, my feelings are not because Zhang Fan is not good at penalty kicks, but because he is so good at penalty kicks!

Pressure, an extremely huge pressure suddenly surged into Liao Fucheng's heart.

He is the number one in Tsinghua University and the president of the basketball club. If he loses, where will his face go?

"Gao Qi, take one with me!"

Zhang Fan threw the basketball and ran towards Gao Qi.

The people around him suddenly rolled their eyes.

Brother, you are still PKing with others. What the hell are you doing here to eat ice cream?

Can you be serious?

Zhang Fan quickly opened the package and took a big bite. Suddenly, a burst of cold air came out of his mouth.

"Boy, do you still want to fight? If you don't fight, give up and get out!" Liao Fu CD was furious.

He was almost wet with sweat now, and this kid actually went to eat ice cream.

Your uncle!

"Why are you panicking!" Zhang Fan trotted over, took the ball with one hand, threw it lightly, and hit it directly into the basket.

Immediately, Zhang Fan took two more bites of the ice cream.

His leisurely appearance made countless people widen their eyes.

Damn it, this guy can still take a penalty kick while eating ice cream?

Your sister, do you want to act so relaxed?

Around the basketball court, Chen Jiandong's group of people also widened their eyes.

Looking at Liao Fucheng who was dripping with sweat, and then looking at Zhang Fan who was relaxed and not even sweating, they were shocked.

Zhang Fan's physique is quite good, isn't it?

Ten minutes later, the men sitting on the chairs couldn't stay still.

Even though there is a wooden shed above, it is still hot!

Damn it, this is September, not March.

"Damn it, do you still want to play or not? I keep taking penalties. I'm going to take your sister!"

As soon as the voice came out, others also joined in.

Especially for some girls, their thin T-shirts were already stuck to their bodies, and their curvy figures were immediately revealed.

Zhang Fan shrugged, went to Gao Qi to get another piece of ice cream, and said softly: "It's my fault!"

"day!"

"Your uncle!"
To be continued...