Hearing this, Yang Shaotian asked: "Don't you want to be a coward?"
"Don't get me wrong, I mean I don't need to change clothes to fight with you."
These words made Yang Shaotian blush with anger. He was the starting guard of a dignified basketball club, yet he was looked down upon by others.
Ning Fan couldn't help but feel ashamed for the money he spent today if he didn't want to lose.
"Ning Fan, stop talking nonsense and come in!"
Ning Fan walked into the middle of the basketball, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Yang Shaotian with a lazy expression.
A referee from a basketball club came over and said: "Determine who will kick off based on the simplest drawing of lots, best of five games, one goal for one point."
"It's not necessary, he can just serve!" Ning Fan said.
"Then I'm not polite, but this is very boring. How about we make a bet?"
"What do you think!"
Yang Shaotian said: "In this case, if I win, you will agree to three conditions. If I lose, you will agree to three conditions?"
"I win. Tomorrow at 12 noon, you and the three of your followers will eat peanut butter in the toilet. Second, you will run around the playground in women's cheerleading clothes. Third, you will stand on your head and wash your hair on the playground."
"Okay, it's a deal, there's no way you can beat me!"
Yang Shaotian took the ball and came to the three-pointer, and then threw the ball to Ning Fan.
I originally thought that he didn't know how to kick off the ball 1v1, but unexpectedly Ning Fan slapped the ball back.
"Hey, it seems you still know some rules?" Yang Shaotian said.
"Watched TV!"
"Very good, you have to be careful."
At this time, Jiang Yurou found Situ Yanran sitting together and asked: "Yanran, why do you come to watch the game?"
"No, I just saw the excitement here and came here!" Situ Yanran had the nerve to bluntly say that she came to see Ning Fan.
Of course, so did Jiang Yurou, who smiled and said, "That's right, so do I."
"Well, let's watch the game then!"
"good!"
As the referee's whistle sounded, Yang Shaotian started dribbling and said: "Ning Fan, pay attention."
After finishing speaking, Yang Shaotian dribbled directly towards Ning Fan's left defense, and then made a feint in an attempt to knock Ning Fan directly to the ground.
But he found that Ning Fan was standing there with his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of defending.
"Ning Fan, what do you mean?"
"No!" Ning Fan shrugged.
Yang Shaotian thought that Ning Fan was just being cryptic, so he turned around and went directly around Ning Fan for a layup.
Got a point!
"This handsome Ning Fan doesn't know how to play ball?"
"Whether he knows it or not, he will be my male idol from now on." The girl stood up with stars in her eyes and shouted: "Come on Ning Fan."
People around him started to stand up and cheer for Ning Fan, and the scene got out of control for a while.
Li Xiaodong and Fang Xiaojian looked at each other, but there was nothing they could do.
It was obviously Yang Shaotian who scored the goal, but why did they shout Ning Fan's name?
After Yang Shaotian heard the shouting, his face turned dark again and he really wanted to curse.
He immediately threw the ball to Ning Fan and said, "It's your turn to attack."
After Ning Fan received the ball and handed it over, he touched the basketball in his hand and showed no intention of attacking.
"Ning Fan, why don't you kick off the ball?" Yang Shaotian said.
"Um!"
I saw Ning Fan lifting the basketball, jumping gently in a standard posture, and the basketball in his hand came out.
Yang Shaotian sneered in his heart. Ning Fan actually shot a three-pointer directly. He would definitely not score. After grabbing the rebound, he could get another point.
When he turned around to grab the rebound, his eyes widened because the basketball drew a parabola in the air and went straight into the basket, scoring one point.