Everyone was dumbfounded. At a height of nearly four meters, this guy can block shots?
Damn it, is Zhang Fan still a human being?
"Bah bang bang!"
The sound of the basketball hitting the ground, and every beat, was like a slap in the face, hitting Zhong Tianchen hard in the face.
Zhang Fan walked up to Zhong Tianchen, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Oh, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take advantage of it."
Zhang Fan's voice was intertwined with the sound of the basketball rolling on the ground.
No one spoke, they were stunned by the slap in Zhang Fan's words.
Their minds were filled with Zhang Fan's leaping and dancing style, which was deeply burned into their minds like red-hot iron.
"call!"
Thirty seconds passed, and the long shouts were like a wave. Their eyes even had a trace of blood red, indicating excitement.
Save basketball? Isn’t it amazing?
"Hey, old classmate, I'm going to throw the ball if you don't move." Zhang Fan hugged the ball and said loudly.
Zhong Tianchen turned around blankly, his mouth opened wide enough to fit a goose egg into it.
He didn't react until this moment. But there was a wry smile on his face.
Has Zhang Fan grown to this point? Does he still need to fight?
He raised his head and looked at Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng's face was very ugly, and his eyes were almost narrowed to a slit. Killing intent, there was only endless killing intent in his eyes.
"Trash." Ouyang Feng looked at Zhong Tianchen and squeezed out these two words through his teeth.
Zhong Tianchen's expression changed drastically, and he had never seen Ouyang Feng's look like this before. Thinking of Ouyang Feng's methods, he couldn't help but shudder.
No matter what, he can't lose again. If he loses again, he will be stuck in the basket for the rest of his life and may never have the chance to touch the ball again.
But, can he beat Zhang Fan?
Zhang Fan's lazy posture made him smile bitterly.
He looked completely indifferent and seemed to have not tried his best.
Unparalleled speed, unparalleled reaction power, and jumping ability!
If he attacks, can he defend himself?
Looking at Ouyang Feng's appearance, Zhang Fan smiled even brighter.
Oh, this is just the beginning, he is going to torture all these people.
"Bah bang bang!"
The basketball in Zhang Fan's hands jumped like an elf, with an extremely dull sound.
He looked up at Zhong Tianchen, who was concentrating on defense, and raised the corner of his mouth.
attack!
Zhang Fan took steps forward and passed by Zhong Tianchen like a ghost.
Overcoming defense! Breaking through! It’s so simple and requires almost no effort.
Zhong Tianchen saw Zhang Fan passing by him and wanted to reach out to stop him, but he couldn't.
"Clang!"
The basketball was once again thrown into the basket by Zhang Fan.
2:0!
Zhong Tianchen's face turned pale, and at this moment, he felt an extremely strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Is it possible for me to win? There is little hope!
"Come on, come on!"
The cheers for Zhang Fan were like thunder, roaring throughout the stadium.
A group of teachers were dumbfounded. Looking at Zhong Tianchen who was motionless, they had only one thought in their minds.
Is this really a basket case? Are you sure it's not the actor hired by Zhang Fan? How could he score so easily!
Zhang Fan smiled and threw the ball to Zhong Tianchen. The smile on his face never disappeared.
His purpose was to drive Ouyang Feng and others into despair.
"Trash, trash!" Tang Bing roared in a deep voice.
2:0, no way to fight back! This is simply embarrassing them by saving baskets.
Zhong Tianchen's eyes were like blood, and he looked at Tang Bing coldly: "Fuck you, come on, come on."
Ouyang Feng can say this about him, but what does Tang Bing mean? His skills are no worse than Tang Bing's. In the beginning, after all, he even won a goal from Zhang Fan.
As for Tang Bing, 3:0! What qualifications does he have to speak in front of him?
"Shut up." Ouyang Feng shouted angrily.
Suddenly, Tang Bing's face stiffened as he was about to retaliate, and he looked at Zhong Tianchen with cold eyes. Zhong Tianchen ignored him, holding the ball and looking at Zhang Fan in front of him with a smile on his face, feeling powerless again in his heart.
Zhang Fan looked at Zhong Tianchen, smiled softly, and his eyes fell on the basketball in his hand.
The moment Zhong Tianchen made a sudden advance, he moved.
As fast as thunder, as fast as lightning.
He reached out and fished out the basketball in Zhong Tianchen's hand.
"Wow!"
The laughter started again.
Without saying a word, Zhang Fan dribbled the ball and ran out of the three-point line. He stood up and jumped. The basketball flew past and went straight to the basket.
Zhang Fan didn't look at the result, but turned to look at Ouyang Feng and the others, and said coldly: "Who's coming!"
"Dong dong dong!"
The basketball entered the basket and fell to the ground, stimulating everyone's heart.
Win?
3:0?
So fast?
A group of people were stunned on the spot, but when they heard Zhang Fan's voice again, they suddenly erupted into a shocking sound.
"Blood abuse, blood abuse!"
Both students and teachers became excited at this moment.
Defeat the provincial basketball team? This guy is still a student of his own school, how can he not be excited?
The faces of Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi were smiling like chrysanthemums. Even if they lost today's game, they could still stand tall in front of the No. 2 Middle School players.
What if you lose? Zhang Fan from our school defeated someone from the provincial basketball team 3:0. Can you do it?
At this time, Zhou Jie watched Zhang Fan continue to challenge, and his heart was full of expectations.
If we win the next game, hey, wait for the people from No. 2 Middle School to come and see how he slaps them in the face. Don’t you like to watch our jokes? Sorry, I don’t have to watch today, we are the protagonists.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan, and they were extremely excited.
"Don't you dare?" Zhang Fan smiled cowardly, with a look of ridicule on his face that would make anyone who wasn't blind want to slap him in the face with a brick.
"I'll come." Tang Bing walked out, the veins on his forehead bulging.
"Oh, do you want me to let you play?" Zhang Fan said teasingly.
Tang Bing stepped forward and came to Zhang Fan in an instant: "No need?"
"What about the penalty kick?" Zhang Fan asked.
Tang Bing's legs went weak. Penalty kick? You'll be paralyzed.
"You tee off." Tang Bing roared angrily.
Zhang Fan smiled softly: "Then I'm welcome. Don't be too nervous. 3:0 is for sure. It's useless for you to struggle."
"Hahaha." A group of people burst into laughter.
Damn, this bitch Zhang Fan is really a bitch.
Tang Bing almost vomited blood at Zhang Fan's words. 3:0? It's useless to struggle?
"Shut up." Tang Bing roared, standing in front of Zhang Fan, his eyes burning like fire.
"You have to listen to others' advice." Zhang Fan said, his body suddenly moved, passed by Tang Bing who was stunned on the spot, layup, dunk, easily and without any obstruction.
Tang Bing was dumbfounded, and everyone was dumbfounded as well. Did this guy just enter?
"Hey, I told you before that there's no point in struggling. Hey, Tang Bing, have you given up on treatment?" Zhang Fan chuckled and threw the ball to Tang Bing, who was stunned.