Zhao Xiaobo and Luo Da swallowed their saliva wildly.
Two seconds later.
"Oh my God! What did I see!" Rhoda shouted, putting her hands behind her head, as if in great surprise.
"I... I'm going!" Zhou Peng rushed over and shook Wu Yong's shoulder: "Old Wu, give me a sip quickly, I want to drink it too!"
At first, Zhao Xiaobo didn't believe Wu Yong's words.
He thought Wu Yong was teasing him.
But the facts were before him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
Zhou Peng is said to be more than two meters tall when he jumps.
His head hit the rim directly.
What is the concept of touching a basketball hoop!
Just raise your hands and you can dunk easily!
Zhao Xiaobo has grown so big in his life, and for the first time in his life, he feels that he is so close to a dunk!
He couldn't wait to look at the bottle in Wu Yong's hand, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.
Ahem.
Wu Yong coughed twice and shrugged at him.
"Sorry, there are no more."
Ga.
Zhao Xiaobo was dumbfounded on the spot. He said excitedly: "No? Why not? Lao Wu, are you kidding me again? I admit my mistake. I can't make amends to you. I should have believed you just now."
Wu Yong smiled bitterly and said: "It's really gone. Everything has been given to Zhou Peng."
When Zhao Xiaobo heard this, he beat his chest and stamped his feet.
He kept complaining to himself, what was going on in his mind just now, why did he reject Wu Yong!
Zhou Peng, who was on the side, rubbed his head for a long time, and finally the pain stopped.
He looked at his hands and feet excitedly and tried to jump online again.
Clang.
Easily catch the hoop in one leap.
"Hahaha, I feel like I am as light as a swallow now, and when I jump I feel like I am flying." Zhou Peng laughed heartily with joy.
Zhao Xiaobo and Luo Da were both very envious.
I silently imagined in my heart how great it would be if I was the one who drank the spiritual liquid just now.
"Boss, what exactly did you make me drink just now? Apart from enhanced jumping ability and being as light as a swallow, are there any other benefits?" After Zhou Peng's excitement subsided, he grabbed Wu Yong and asked.
When he asked this question, Zhao Xiaobo and Luo Da were also very interested.
They all cast curious glances.
Wu Yong said calmly: "What I gave you to drink is called spiritual liquid. In layman's terms, it is the essence of the concentrated spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After taking it, it can improve your physical fitness and prolong your life. The enhanced jumping ability you just saw is just a very common aspect.
What really opens your eyes is yet to come, so you can experience it yourself.”
The spiritual liquid and the Peiyuan Pill refined by Wu Yong have different approaches but the same effect.
Taking the spirit liquid is equivalent to a simplified version of washing hair and marrow.
In the next period of time, Zhou Peng will improve to varying degrees both physically and mentally.
Of course this requires a process.
It is not possible to see immediate results.
As soon as Wu Yong finished speaking, Zhou Peng's stomach rumbled.
Zhou Peng's face suddenly turned bitter.
"My stomach hurts. I'm going to the toilet. You don't have to wait for me." He said hastily, holding his stomach and ran towards the toilet.
After Zhou Peng left.
Zhao Xiaobo and Luo Da stared at Wu Yong with longing eyes.
"Old Wu, I want to dunk." Zhao Xiaobo said eagerly.
"Old Wu, I also want to prolong my life." Roda followed.
Seeing the two of them pitiful and envious of Zhou Peng, Wu Yong chuckled twice and said: "Okay, okay, I know you also want to drink the spiritual liquid. Let me save some more after a while.
Just bring it for you to drink."
"Long live Lao Wu!"
"True brothers!"
The two cheered and beat Wu Yong hard on the chest.
The three of them came to the classroom chatting and laughing.
There are still more than ten minutes left before class starts.
Most of the students in the class have arrived, and there is a lot of noise in the classroom.
But I don’t know why, as soon as Wu Yong and the other three came in, the classroom suddenly became quiet.
Everyone's eyes were turned towards them.
Swish.
It was neat and tidy, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.
Zhao Xiaobo looked at the classroom with a confused look on his face and asked: "Why are you looking at me? Is there something wrong with my face?"
No one answered.
Then Ma Zhen stood up from his position.
He strode up to the three of them, pushed aside Zhao Xiaobo at the front, and said directly to Wu Yong: "I heard from the squad leader that your skills are very good. Can you dunk at the free throw line?"
When Ma Zhen said this, he touched Wu Yong's chest with his hand.
His attitude was extremely arrogant.
He clearly looked like he was looking for trouble.
He received a call from Tang Xuemei last night.
Tang Xuemei told him that Wu Yong's skills were very good. He could not only beat Yang in the center circle, but also beat Zeng Xin directly. He could also dunk from the free throw line and kill everyone, and his jumping ability was not inferior to that of NBA professional players.
When Ma Zhen listened, he felt like he was listening to a book from heaven.
Not many professional players can even dunk from the free throw line.
Can Wu Yong in their class do it?
What an international joke!
Ma Zhen didn't believe anything he said, so he waited early in the morning to get confirmation from Wu Yong.
His arrogant look made Wu Yong very unhappy.
Wu Yong said: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"
Ma Zhen raised the corner of his mouth: "To be honest, I don't believe it. I want to see with my own eyes whether you can dunk from the free throw line."
Others in the class also looked forward to it.
Sooner or later, they all learned from other people's mouths that Wu Yong could dunk from the free throw line.
This is undoubtedly breaking news.
That's why when Wu Yong came in, they all acted so exaggeratedly and suddenly became quiet.
The classmates in the class echoed Ma Zhen and encouraged:
"Yes, is it true or false?"
"Wu Yong, please let us take a look."
Ma Zhen pursed his lips toward Wu Yong: "I heard that all the students in the class are very curious. Wu Yong, if you can really dunk from the free throw line, perform one for everyone. As long as you can do it, I promise to be convinced, let alone Zhao.
I have no problem with Xiaobo starting, even if I give up the captaincy."
When Wu Yong heard this, he sneered in his heart.
If you don’t believe I can do it, I will perform it for you?
hehe.
Thought I was a monkey in the zoo!
Wu Yong didn't even have the interest to glance at him. He just pushed him away and walked back: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested, and I don't need you to believe it."
Ma Zhen was anxious and grabbed him and said, "Are you scared? I don't think you can do it at all! Let me tell you, if you don't convince me, I won't agree to let you compete at all.
We won’t even let Zhao Xiaobo be the starter!”
"oh?"
Wu Yong chuckled and cast a playful look at Tang Xuemei.
"Monitor, it seems that you have not convinced him. You should remember that there are two conditions that must be met for me to agree to participate. Looking at it this way, it seems that there is no need for me to participate in the competition." (To be continued)