However, the two people responsible for picking up the ball under the basketball hoop also had their eyes widened.
They are also members of the basketball club, so they naturally know that shooting requires a certain amount of time to aim.
Did you see Liao Fucheng opposite? Every time he stood up, he would pause for a while.
As for Zhang Fan, damn, he just picks up the ball from the ground and throws it away.
He didn't even straighten his waist yet, so he was bending down to pick up the ball again.
Damn it, it’s cheating!
There was a man standing outside the boundary line scoring, his fingers flying, but his eyes widened.
Damn it, Zhang Fan's throwing speed actually caught up with his counting speed. Damn it, why are you so perverted?
"What are you doing standing around, picking up the ball!"
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and looked at the two people who were stunned under the basketball hoop.
Your sister, while watching the show, didn’t you see that the ball was gone?
The two people under the basketball hoop came to their senses immediately, grabbed a ball in one hand, and ran towards Zhang Fan quickly.
However, when they put down the ball and turned around, four balls flew into the basket in unparalleled succession!
Looking at the four basketballs lining up and rolling towards the distance, with the ups and downs in exactly the same arc, everyone was stunned again.
M!
Are you still playing like this?
Immediately, a group of people picked up their mobile phones and prepared to record videos.
Damn, this looks like a magic show, it's so dreamy.
Is this still a penalty kick?
It’s just a performance!
"Quickly, go pick up the ball. Damn you, you're mentally retarded. Why are you so dumbfounded?"
Zhang Fan didn't need to urge him, a group of people immediately started urging him.
The two people picking up the ball opened their eyes wide and looked at the basketball that had rolled twenty meters away, with a wry smile on their faces.
Damn it, this is a rhythm that will make you exhausted.
Immediately, they called two more people and stared directly at the basket. Otherwise, if they kept running like this, their legs would have to be broken.
"Did you hear that? Go pick up the ball!"
Liao Fucheng also drank towards the two guys who helped him pick up the ball.
Looking at the reactions around him, there was a proud expression on his face, and at the same time, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "I will definitely win!"
With two more people, there were six more balls beside Zhang Fan. However, in less than two seconds, six balls were thrown out by Zhang Fan.
When one ball entered the basket, the other ball was already in mid-air, but the third ball had just left Zhang Fan's hand.
People around him quickly took their mobile phones and started recording.
But soon, the ball broke again.
"What a shame! Why are you so slow? Damn it!"
A group of people immediately started to curse.
Just like when I was having sex, I was about to lose it, and then suddenly stopped, it was so uncomfortable.
"Speed, it's like a snail, grass, just like that, just play basketball like a bird, keep up with the speed."
Listening to the yelling, the sneer on Liao Fucheng's face became even brighter.
Haha, rubbish, I can’t keep up with the speed. I still want to compare with myself. I’m dreaming.
The four people picking up the ball have heads as big as buckets.
Mom, there are two more people, are you still too busy?
Listening to the scoldings from all around, their faces were turning blue and purple, and they were ashamed.
"Come and help me get ten more balls," one person said.
Immediately, three more people joined the battlefield, but their speed could not keep up with Zhang Fan's.
Two minutes later, with ten more goals, they were finally able to keep up with Zhang Fan's pace.
However, the people around the stadium were already silent.
"Snap, snap, snap!"
A very rhythmic dull sound sounded.
And Zhang Fan, at this moment, is like a robot, constantly squatting and getting up!
The balls in his hands were thrown out one after another by him.
Even Li Liang was shocked speechless by Zhang Fan's move!
Is this even a human being?
In shock, a group of people cast their eyes on Liao Fucheng. Seeing the snail-like speed of the penalty kick, boos suddenly sounded.
Five minutes have passed!
Zhang Fan's speed did not slow down at all. Chen Jiandong and others stood on the edge of the basketball court, their mouths wide open, looking at the basketball flying in the sky in disbelief.
Damn it!
I'm going to call the police!
The most important thing is, after so long and bending down so quickly, aren’t you dizzy?
The ice cream in Gao Qi's hand had completely melted and was smeared on his hand.
However, he didn't notice it at all.
Damn it, we haven’t seen each other for only a year, why is Zhang Fan becoming more and more perverted?
The number of people picking up the ball has now reached nine.
Pick up the ball and run to Zhang Fan!
Pick up the ball and run to Zhang Fan!
The repetitive movements made them a little dizzy!
Beads of sweat slid down their foreheads, but they didn't have any time to rest.
What the hell, there are nine of them picking up balls.
They glanced at Liao Fucheng and immediately gritted their teeth.
Damn it, two people can pick up a ball so easily! Damn it, what a waste!
"Hey, why are there so many people on the other side!"
The two people who were picking up the ball for Liao Fucheng were startled by the figure in the peripheral vision, and immediately raised their heads.
However, when they raised their heads, their eyes almost popped out.
Damn, what is the shooting speed of that kid!
Damn, how the hell is this possible!
"What are you doing, picking up the ball?"
Liao Fucheng threw the last ball and immediately started drinking coldly.
There was a scowl on his face, how dare you drag your feet when doing things for him?
However, those two people ignored him completely!
What's going on?
Liao Fucheng was also stunned!
Could it be that something unexpected happened to Zhang Fan?
Thinking of this, Liao Fucheng immediately sneered.
Haha, not long ago, something unexpected happened. It was indeed rubbish!
Then, he turned around with an extremely bright smile, and soon, his face suddenly stiffened.
"impossible!"
Liao Fucheng lost his voice and said!
Immediately, he reached out his hand and rubbed his eyes fiercely.
However, the basketballs flying in the sky lined up one after another and fell into the basket!
"Pah, pah, pah!"
The rhythmic sound was like a hammer hitting Liao Fucheng's heart.
How is this pitching speed possible?
Thirty minutes later!
Only then did Zhang Fan stop, count the man on the right and said, "How many are there?"
The person who was counting looked at the last number he wrote, and his eyes suddenly bulged!
"5127!"
When this sound sounded, countless people sitting on the chairs stood up in shock.
"How many?"
"Fuck, did I hear that right?"
"5127?"
"Grass, how can there be so much grass?"
"It's only half an hour!"
"Fuck, doesn't this mean that Zhang Fan scored almost three goals in one second?"
The screams were overwhelming!
But soon, a group of people screamed again.
"How many goals has Liao Fucheng scored?"
The next moment, countless pairs of eyes fell on Liao Fucheng.
The man who was helping Liao Fucheng to count immediately lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, looking extremely embarrassed.