More than fifty people, like a wild herd of cattle, rushed towards Yu Qiang.
Numb, I'm watching this with great enthusiasm. You're such a bastard. I'll kill you if I don't kill you.
Yu Qiang was stunned by this scene.
What do these people want to do?
Soon, he knew.
The fists fell on Yu Qiang's body like rain, like a violent storm, making Yu Qiang scream in agony.
Twenty seconds later.
Yu Qiang was lying on the ground with bruises all over his body. His thick glasses were broken, two of his teeth were missing, and blood dripped from his mouth.
After beating Yu Qiang, these people roared and glared at Yu Qiang: "I'll kill you if I get paralyzed."
After saying that, a group of people couldn't wait to gather around him again, looking at the stadium with different eyes.
"How many balls are there?"
"One hundred and seventy-seven." someone replied.
"It's okay, okay, I didn't miss much."
The teachers who came one after another were frightened. Was Yu Qiang beaten by a group?
What kind of outrageous thing did this guy do? They were a little confused, but they didn't dare to accuse him.
This is outrageous.
Fifty students, even they can't stop them. Moreover, there are hundreds of people surrounding the stadium. If they all rush over, No. 1 Middle School will be on the provincial news, and it may even appear on the national news.
News above.
Students in a certain school rioted and beat the school teacher...
"Not bad." Zhang Fan smiled softly, the smile on his face getting deeper.
Zhong Tianchen's hands were shaking. Not bad?
He looked at the extremely lazy Zhang Fan, and his teeth were almost broken. Is this guy a mockery?
"No more points, you win." Zhong Tianchen threw the ball directly to Zhang Fan.
If he continues, he has no chance of winning. It is better to give the ball directly to Zhang Fan. Moreover, if this continues, it will only consume his energy. All the energy will be spent on penalty kicks. When the game is played later, how should he play?
?
"Shh..."
Immediately, boos erupted one after another. They never expected that Zhong Tianchen, who was saving baskets, would immediately admit defeat.
"How many balls are there? I forgot to count." Someone asked quickly.
"One hundred and ninety-six." Someone replied with hesitation. He wanted to see how many goals the two of them could score.
Ouyang Feng wanted to get angry, but Zhang Fan, who looked relaxed, suppressed him.
They also knew that Zhong Tianchen had tried his best. If it were them, with nearly two hundred balls, they would not be able to bear it.
Did this guy take medicine today?
Zhang Fan held the ball and smiled brightly at Zhong Tianchen: "Although we are old classmates, I won't let you play the ball again today."
"cut!"
A group of people burst into laughter and gave up the ball? The opponent is a basket-saving guy, please wake up, please.
Although many people wanted to curse, they were forced back by Zhong Tianchen's surrender just now. The score three years ago was 3:1, but what about today? Could it be 3:0?
Zhong Tianchen wished he could spit a mouthful of blood at Zhang Fan: "Who the hell wants you to give in? You and I are old classmates. I don't know you."
Zhong Tianchen's teeth were almost broken. When he thought about being beaten up by Zhang Fan and Gao Qi in elementary school, he wanted to find a brick to put a red buff on Zhang Fan's forehead.
"Young Master, start quickly." Tang Bing said coldly.
Zhang Fan turned around and smiled softly: "Don't scream, I won't let you go later, because if you let it go, it will be 3:0, which is boring."
"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore."
An angry roar came out, and it was obviously Ouyang Feng's idiot fans. But even normal people can't bear it. Damn, are you so arrogant?
"Haha." Tang Bing sneered. He didn't speak anymore, but his fists were clenched.
This kid really deserves a beating.
"eonbaby!"
Zhang Fan said jokingly, and then dribbling the ball, he ran directly towards Zhong Tianchen. He should be angry now. Now, Ouyang Feng and the others should pay back the bet they made three years ago.
"Fuck, it's started!"
Everyone fell silent again, staring at the stadium.
Zhang Fan directly opened up his firepower, reaching the ultimate in speed and strength.
He dribbled the ball, and in an instant, he was in front of Zhong Tianchen. His body swayed from side to side, and the corners of his mouth raised a dangerous angle.
"Pass!"
Zhang Fan said softly, and then suddenly moved quickly, crossing two meters to the right, and instantly distanced himself from Zhong Tianchen.
At this moment, Zhong Tianchen's whole body was covered in cold sweat.
How could Zhang Fan be so fast?
Ouyang Feng and others were also shocked. With such a rapid speed, could even they be able to stop it?
Zhong Tianchen suddenly ran towards Zhang Fan, trying to block Zhang Fan's layup.
However, it was too late.
The moment Zhang Fan distanced himself from him, he started running wildly.
Originally, he had many options, such as shooting directly. From such a distance, Zhong Tianchen had no time to block the shot.
But, he doesn't want to.
What's the difference between playing basketball and not making layups?
At this time, Zhang Fan was like a gust of wind, gently floating across the court.
Hold the ball in your left hand, jump, windmill, slam dunk!
Moving clouds and flowing water!
"Bang!"
The moment the basketball was dunked by Zhang Fan, there was a violent collision.
In an instant, thunderous cheers erupted.
"Left-handed windmill slam dunk, holy shit, you can do this too." Someone was convinced.
"Wo Ri, I don't even understand how Zhang Fan got past Zhong Tianchen. Is this lightning?"
Listening to these voices, Zhong Tianchen blushed.
Just pass the ball like this? You can go ahead if you are paralyzed, you idiot!
A group of people who raised the flag wanted to run over immediately, pick up Zhang Fan and throw him high. Damn, the guy who saved the basket was scored without even reacting. What a fucking slap in the face.
"Brother, come on!"
Zhang Xiaoyuan was like a victorious rooster, raising her hands and roaring loudly.
"Come on Zhang Fan, you will save the basket with blood!"
Xu Guozhi and Zhou Jie, who were pulled over by Jiang Dashan, both had their eyes bulging.
Damn it, this kid Zhang Fan actually won in a one-on-one duel with someone who saved the basket. They were worried about this matter, but how could the current scene be so enjoyable to watch.
Zhang Fan threw the ball to Zhong Tianchen: "Oh, you have regressed, old classmate."
"Pfft!"
The roar of laughter could be heard again.
Regressed? But who just said that they have been training hard in the past three years in the provincial basketball team?
Oh my god, how can you slap me in the face like this?
Zhong Tianchen wanted to stuff the ball into Zhang Fan's mouth. How could this mouth be so hateful?
Zhong Tianchen took a few long breaths to suppress the anger in his heart. He hugged the ball and walked directly to the three-point line.
No hesitation, just kick off.
Zhang Fan stood two meters away from Zhong Tianchen, chuckled and said: "Give you a chance, let's throw the ball."
Zhong Tianchen sneered, "Pitch? OK! I'll vote for you."
Jump lightly and throw the ball directly.
However, Zhang Fan moved.
He took a step forward, jumped fiercely, raised his right hand high, and slapped down the rising basketball.
Zhong Tianchen was dumbfounded, Ouyang Feng and others were dumbfounded, and everyone present was dumbfounded.