461: Chapter 461: Tentacle Monster 461: Chapter 461: Tentacle Monster Watching Liao Fucheng with that triumphant look on his face, Gao Qi covered his face, completely speechless.
Shit, what an idiot!
Fine, you just play around with the ball slowly.
Thinking this, Gao Qi turned around and left.
“Where are you going?” Chen Jiandong asked, puzzled.
After all, Zhang Fan was still in the game.
By leaving now, what was Gao Qi implying?
“I’m going to buy a bottle of water!”
Gao Qi stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
What the hell?
Chen Jiandong almost bit his own tongue.
Fuck, going to buy water at a time like this?
Buddy, you really are laid back.
Meanwhile, Liao Fucheng had already started shooting.
“Boom!”
The basketball dropped perfectly through the net, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
“Nothing but net, truly number one!”
“Of course, but I’m curious how Zhang Fan thrashed Liao Jiajia.
Logically speaking, Liao Jiajia’s skills aren’t bad either.”
In the distance, a group of people began to discuss.
“Kid, your turn.”
A faint smirk curled on Liao Fucheng’s lips.
Gao Qi’s shout made him sure that Zhang Fan wouldn’t take the shot!
He had secured the first ball!
Zhang Fan took the ball, tossed it nonchalantly, and the basketball drew a beautiful parabola in the sky before dropping through the net.
“Holy shit, Zhang Fan can actually make a swish too!” Exclamations arose.
Liao Fucheng smirked coldly at Zhang Fan, “I wonder how long you can keep up!”
Immediately, Liao Fucheng shot again.
Swish, it was still a swish!
“Good!”
Cheers followed right away.
“Your turn!”
Zhang Fan took the ball, tossed it nonchalantly, also a swish.
Watching the two continuously shooting, the group sitting around the court widened their eyes.
Damn, it’s been five minutes!
Have these two shot over thirty balls each yet?
Liao Fucheng, sure, he’s the president of the basketball society at Tsinghua and is recognized as the top in basketball skills.
But Zhang Fan?
Damn, this guy, can he really keep making over thirty consecutive swish shots?
At that moment, Gao Qi, holding a bag and biting an ice cream, slowly walked towards Ye Xuan.
“Ye Xuan student, here you go!”
Ye Xuan smiled sweetly, “Thank you!”
Watching this scene, a group of guys almost popped their eyes out.
Holy crap, did the Goddess Ye just accept an ice cream from Gao Qi?
Shit, over this past year, they had never seen Gao Qi and Ye Xuan interact at all!
“I’ll go over first!” Gao Qi bit his ice cream and walked towards the court.
“How many balls now?” Gao Qi asked Chen Jiandong.
“Forty-eight!” Chen Jiandong replied, reaching into the bag unceremoniously.
However, his gaze stayed on Gao Qi.
“Why did you refuse to take the shot earlier?
Your friend’s skills are quite something!” Chen Jiandong asked.
Gao Qi smirked coldly, “Last time he and someone took shots, it seems they shot over three hundred balls each.
Since then, I never want to watch this guy shoot again.”
Hearing Gao Qi’s words, Chen Jiandong’s eyes widened.
Fuck, three hundred balls each?
Damn, how long would that take?
Immediately, he also bit his ice cream and looked towards Zhang Fan.
And the people around grew quieter.
Shit, it’s been twenty minutes?
These two are still taking shots?
Fucking hell, I believe in your evil spirits!
Just start the game already!
Li Liang had long been restless and had gone to lie down on the chairs.
As for Liao Fucheng, shock was growing inside him.
Glancing at Gao Qi carrying his ice cream for the second round, his expression was incredibly dark.
At this moment, he finally understood why Gao Qi had said not to shoot penalties.
Damn, it wasn’t because Zhang Fan was bad at penalties, but because he was too damn good at them!
Pressure, a tremendous pressure suddenly surged into Liao Fucheng’s heart.
He was the number one from Tsinghua, the president of the basketball club.
If he lost, where would he put his face?
“Gao Qi, give me one!”
Zhang Fan threw the basketball and ran towards Gao Qi.
The people around immediately rolled their eyes.
Bro, you’re still in a PK, and you run to eat ice cream, what the heck is that?
Can you be serious?
Zhang Fan quickly unwrapped the package, took a big bite, and immediately, a chill emerged from his mouth.
“Kid, are we playing or not?
If not, concede and get lost!” Liao Fucheng was about to explode.
He was almost drenched in sweat, while this kid was actually eating ice cream.
Your uncle!
“What’s the rush!” Zhang Fan jogged over, caught the ball with one hand, and gently tossed it directly into the basket.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan took two more bites of his ice cream.
His laid-back demeanor astonished countless spectators.
Fuck, can this guy eat ice cream while shooting penalties?
Your sister, do you have to make it look so easy?
Around the basketball court, Chen Jiandong and his group were also wide-eyed.
Looking at Liao Fucheng sweating profusely, and then at Zhang Fan, who was all relaxed and not even sweating, they were shocked.
Zhang Fan’s constitution was perhaps too good, right?
Ten minutes later, the guys sitting on chairs couldn’t stand it anymore.
Even with a wooden canopy overhead, it was still hot!
Fuck, it’s September, not March.
“Damn it, are we still playing or what?
Just shooting penalties, penalty your sister!”
As soon as this was spoken, others also joined in.
Especially some girls, whose thin T-shirts were already clinging to their bodies, revealing their shapely figures.
Zhang Fan shrugged and went to get another piece of ice cream from Gao Qi, whispering, “Blame me, huh!”
“Damn it!”
“Your grandpa!”
Curses immediately erupted.
Meanwhile, Liao Fucheng felt dry-mouthed and dizzy.
Damn, he couldn’t be suffering from heatstroke, could he?
“Fuck, what are you staring at, get me a bottle of water, damn it!”
Liao Fucheng lost his temper, glaring furiously at Zhou Bangquan and others standing outside the boundary line.
Your mom, can’t you see I’m almost overheated to death, idiots with no perceptiveness.
“Bang!”
Another swish through the net.
The counting crowd was astounded.
“The one hundred seventy-sixth ball!”
“Fuck, that many already?”
“It’s almost forty minutes already, damn it!”
Suddenly, the somber atmosphere heated up.
“Brother Cheng!
Water!”
Zhou Bangquan shouted, holding a bottle of mineral water.
Liao Fucheng immediately smacked his lips, and then, conveyed to Zhang Fan, “This is too slow, let’s do continuous shooting until the last ball fails, whoever scores more, wins.
How about it?”
Zhang Fan shrugged and said, “Fine by me!”
Liao Fucheng immediately turned his head and said to Zhou Bangquan, “Go get more balls, one ball is too inefficient.”
“OK!”
Zhou Bangquan responded and ran off.
Five minutes later, six people carrying twenty basketballs ran over.
“I’ll go to that half-court, start at the same time, the whistle is the signal.
Whoever scores more, gets the serve,” said Liao Fucheng.
“No problem!” Zhang Fan stretched and said lazily.
“Ready to start!”
At the instant the whistle sounded, Zhang Fan quickly crouched down to pick up balls and shot up.
The speed, which left everyone dumbfounded!
“God, does Zhang Fan not need to aim!”
“Fuck, in just a blink of an eye, he scored three balls?
Liao Fucheng has only one!”
“Damn, an octopus monster or what!”