Ning Fan's face was dark, he dared to think that he deliberately made himself unable to sleep after getting up and washing up.
What an evil woman, she can't sleep herself or let others sleep, her heart is evil.
Ning Fan didn't go out all day today. He was cooking in the villa or teaching and treating some minor illnesses.
One day has passed.
On Monday, Coach Zeng came to Ning Fan and told him about tomorrow's game. What Ning Fan didn't expect was that it would be Long Teng's turn to play so soon.
In the afternoon, Ning Fan participated in the training. It was not too difficult, it was just a matter of cooperation.
When Ning Fan was about to take a shower and go back, he turned around suddenly and swatted away a basketball flying towards him.
"Somalia, what do you want to do?"
Because the one who threw the ball at Ning Fan was Somalia. This guy seemed to be a bit evil.
"Ning Fan, I'm here to warn you, you'd better not show up for tomorrow's game!" Somali said.
Hearing this, Ning Fan smiled directly: "I have no objection to your playing, and I didn't say anything bad about you to the coach. Why are you targeting me?"
"That's right. I'm the only captain of this team. You'd better leave on your own, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"Are you threatening me?"
Ning Fan looked at the door. The same two black foreigners came in and closed the door.
If he doesn't compromise, Ning Fan can only have a violent attack here and be sent to the hospital.
"Are you trying to deal with me?"
"As long as you honestly tell the coach to leave the basketball team, we won't do anything to you," Somali said.
"Then I'm sorry. I don't like compromise, especially threats from others."
Somalia's eyes were cold, and he motioned to his friend next to him to walk over. As long as one of Ning Fan's legs or arms was broken, he would not be able to participate in the competition.
Facing two black men who were also athletes, Ning Fan's eyes were very dull.
The black man on the right raised his head and punched him, but Ning Fan dodged it and punched the wardrobe behind him.
boom!!!
At the same time, Ning Fan would not passively dodge, but struck the opponent's armpit with lightning speed.
The powerful force instantly dislocated the black man's arm.
"ah--"
Another black man punched him, and Ning Fan punched him in return.
"ah!"
If you dare to compete with Ning Fan, you are seeking death. The opponent's whole arm trembled with pain and he stepped back continuously.
It was as if I had hit an iron plate just now, and I was injured instead.
"You guys are like this. What else can you do besides bullying others? Don't think that just because international students enjoy some benefits, they can do whatever they want." Ning Fan was displeased.
Somali picked up the middle bench and threw it towards Ning Fan.
"Stop!" The door was kicked open and Coach Zeng strode in.
Just now, Coach Zeng saw Somalia and two friends quietly following Ning Fan into the changing room. He knew that something bad might be discovered.
When I came over and saw the scene inside, it was really like this.
But Somalia couldn't stop anymore, and the bench in his hand was about to fall on Ning Fan's head.
Ning Fan jumped up and kicked out, directly breaking the bench, and then swept his leg on Somali's neck.
Click...
How could a mere ordinary person withstand Ning Fan's kick? Somalia fell to the ground, covering his neck and screaming in agony.