Looking at Liao Fucheng's treacherous look, Gao Qi covered his face and was speechless.

Damn retarded!

Okay, let's take your time and play penalty.

Thinking about it, Gao Qi turned around and left directly.

"Where are you going?" Chen Jiandong asked suspiciously, after all, Zhang Fan is still on the field, Gao Qi is gone, what does it mean?

"Go buy a bottle of water!"

Gao Qi put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.

Nani?

Chen Jiandong almost bit his tongue.

Your sister, go buy water at this time?

Brother, you have a very big heart.

However, at this time, Liao Fucheng had already started to take penalties.

"Bang!"

The basketball fell perfectly into the hoop and landed on the ground with a dull sound.

"Hollow ball, worthy of being the first!"

"That's, but I'm curious, how Zhang Fan abused Liao Jiajia, to be reasonable, Liao Jiajia's skills are also very good. ”

In the distance, a group of people discussed.

"Boy, it's your turn. ”

There was a faint sneer on the corner of Liao Fucheng's mouth.

Gao Qi's shout made him firm that Zhang Fan would not take a penalty!

The first ball, he got it!

Zhang Fan took the ball and threw it at will, and the basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and fell into the basket.

", Zhang Fan can also cast a hollow!" The scream remembered.

Liao Fucheng smiled coldly at Zhang Fan: "I don't know how long you can hold on!"

Immediately, Liao Fucheng threw the ball again.

Hollow, still hollow!

"Good!"

The cheers also rang out immediately.

"It's your turn!"

Zhang Fan took the ball and threw it at will, which was also hollow.

Watching the two of them keep taking penalties, the eyes of the group of people sitting around the stadium also widened.

Nima, it's been five minutes! Both of them have more than 30 balls, right?

Liao Fucheng forgot it, he was originally the president of the basketball club, and Tsinghua recognized as the first basketball skill.

But what about Zhang Fan?

Nima, this guy, can even have more than thirty hollow balls in a row?

At this time, Gao Qi carried a bag and bit an ice cream and slowly walked towards Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan, give!"

Ye Xuan smiled sweetly: "Thank you!"

Looking at the movement here, a group of men's eyes are about to come out.

, Goddess Ye actually received Gao Qi's ice cream?

Damn, in the past year, they haven't seen Gao Qi and Ye Xuan interact at all!

"I'll go first!" Gao Qi bit the ice cream and walked towards the court.

"How many balls?" Gao Qi asked Chen Jiandong?

"Forty-eight!" Chen Jiandong said, also unceremoniously reaching into the bag.

However, his eyes fell on Gao Qi's body.

"Why didn't you agree to a penalty before?

Gao Qi smiled coldly: "Last time he took a penalty with someone else, it seems that he scored more than 300 goals by himself, and since then, I don't want to watch this guy take a penalty again." ”

Listening to Gao Qi's words, Chen Jiandong's eyes widened.

, one person clicked more than 300 balls?

Your sister, when is this going to be ordered?

Immediately, he also bit the ice cream and looked at Zhang Fan.

And the people around are getting quieter and quieter.

Damn, it's been twenty minutes?

These two are still on penalties?

CNM, Lao Tzu believes in your evil!

Li Liang couldn't stay still for a long time, and ran to the seat to lie down.

And Liao Fucheng was more and more shocked in his heart.

Glancing at Gao Qi, who came over with ice cream for the second time, his face was extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he knew why Gao Qi said not to take a penalty.

Nima, the feeling is not because Zhang Fan's penalty is not good, but because his penalty is too powerful!

Pressure, an incomparably huge pressure suddenly surged into Liao Fucheng's heart.

He is the first in Tsinghua University, the president of the basketball club, if he loses, where will his face go.

"Gao Qi, follow me!"

Zhang Fan threw out the basketball and ran towards Gao Qi.

The people around him suddenly rolled their eyes.

Brother, you're still PK with people, why did you run over to eat ice cream, what kind of thing is it?

Let's be serious, okay?

Zhang Fan quickly unpacked the package and took a big bite, and suddenly, a cold air came out of his mouth.

"Boy, don't fight yet, don't admit defeat and get out!" Liao Fu CD was about to explode.

He's almost drenched in sweat now, and this kid has gone to eat ice cream.

Your uncle!

"What's the panic!" Zhang Fan trotted over, took the ball with one hand, threw it lightly, and smashed it directly into the basket.

Immediately, Zhang Fan took two more bites of ice cream.

's leisurely appearance made countless people's eyes widen.

Damn, can this guy still eat ice cream and take a penalty at the same time?

Your sister, do you want to act so relaxed?

Around the basketball court, Chen Jiandong's group also widened their eyes.

Looking at Liao Fucheng, who was sweating, and then at Zhang Fan, who was so relaxed that he didn't even sweat, they were shocked in their hearts.

Zhang Fan's physique is inevitably too good, right?

Ten minutes later, the men sitting in the chairs couldn't stand still.

Even if there is a wooden shed on the head, it is still hot!

Damn, it's September, not March.

"Damn, if you still can't play, keep taking penalties, point your sister!"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone else chimed in.

Especially some sister paper, the thin T-shirt has been glued to the body, and the bumpy figure is suddenly revealed.

Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders, went to Gao Qi to get a piece of ice cream, and said softly: "Blame me!"

"Day!"

"Your uncle!"

The angry scolding suddenly rang out.

However, at this time, Liao Fucheng only felt dry mouth and dizziness!

, this can't be heat stroke, right?

"Grass, you guys are stunned to dry the ball, so buy a bottle of water for Lao Tzu!"

Liao Fucheng was furious, looking at Zhou Bangquan and the others standing outside the line, his eyes were full of anger.

You are paralyzed, don't you see that Lao Tzu is about to die of heat, something that has no eyesight at all.

"Bang!"

Another hollow ball.

The eyes of the counting group of people were all staring out.

"The one hundred and seventy-sixth ball!"

"Damn, that's it?"

"It's been almost forty minutes!"

Suddenly, the dead atmosphere suddenly became hot.

"Brother Cheng!

Zhou Bangquan shouted with a bottle of mineral water.

Liao Fucheng immediately smacked his mouth, and immediately, he said to Zhang Fan: "This is too slow, so let's do it, continuous penalties, until the last goal fails, how about scoring more goals than anyone?"

Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm fine!"

Liao Fucheng immediately turned his head and said to Zhou Bangquan: "Go and get more penalties, one ball is too inefficient." ”

"Good!"

Zhou Bangquan answered, and immediately ran away, and five minutes later, six people ran over with twenty basketballs.

"I go to that half, start at the same time, with the whistle as an order, whoever scores more goals, who gets the serve. Liao Fucheng said.

"No problem!" Zhang Fan said as he stretched his waist.

"Ready to go!"

At the moment when the whistle sounded, Zhang Fan quickly squatted down to pick up the ball and got up to throw the ball.

It's so fast that everyone is stunned!

"God, Zhang Fan, this guy doesn't have to aim!"

", it's only been a blink of an eye, he has scored three goals? Liao Fucheng only scored one goal!"

"Damn, tentacle monsters!"