Catching horse mother and daughter

Chapter 47 Her Son

I have to say, this trick is really easy to use.

As soon as she showed such a vicious look, Zhang Jialiang immediately faltered.

"I'll find it for you right now." He got up immediately, found his basketball, and handed it to his mother.

Chen Silan went downstairs with the basketball in her arms. She planned to go to the basketball court in the community to practice three-pointers.

Zhang Jialiang sat back in front of the computer, but his mind was always thinking about his mother betting with someone.He is absent-minded in playing games.

"Liangzi, what's the matter with you." The teammate couldn't help complaining.

"Okay, okay, I won't play anymore. I feel bad today." Zhang Jialiang took off his earphones and quit the game. After hesitating for a while, he finally grabbed his coat and put it on his body and went downstairs to find his mother.

From a distance, he saw his mother on the basketball court.

This point was not long after dinner, and many junior high school students came to play.Mom, a middle-aged woman, stood out of place on the basketball court.

He stood in the distance, watching his mother's movements from afar.She didn't seem to know anything about playing basketball. She threw a ball and missed it. She turned to look at the junior high school students aside, imitating their shooting movements.

She turned her head too far, successfully attracting the attention of the group of junior high school students.

"Hahahahahaha, Auntie, you are too good."

"That's right, the old aunt still learns how to play. It's so funny."

"Hello, there are so many dishes and none of them are selected."

Those puberty kids had no idea how hurtful their words were, and they were all laughing at Chen Silan mercilessly.

Chen Silan herself didn't think there was anything wrong with it, after all, she had heard worse words than these.She was about to ask them how to make a three-pointer when she heard her son's angry voice.

"Do you think you guys are playing well? A group of chickens are pecking at each other, and you have the nerve to laugh at others."

"Liangliang, why did you go downstairs?" Chen Silan looked at her son in surprise.

"Who are you? You don't care what we say." The group of children held the ball and stood in a row with unfriendly expressions, staring at Zhang Jialiang.

Chen Silan was startled, children at this age are the most indiscriminate, if they fight, it will be troublesome.

"I'm her son!" Zhang Jialiang yelled, "I want you to tell me whether my mother beats well."

Chen Silan was defended by her son for the first time, and she froze in place.

"She just doesn't play well, why don't people say it?" The short-cut boy wearing a No. 39 ball jersey said plausibly while holding the ball.

"That's right." His little friends echoed again and again.

"Then why don't you let me tell you if you don't play well?" Zhang Jialiang's games these years were not for nothing.

The operation is not necessarily No.1, but he can do his part to hurt others.

"Let me tell you, my grandma's shooting posture is more chic than yours. You are just not skilled enough."

These words directly aroused the anger of this group of junior high school students.They were standing in a line opposite Zhang Jialiang, but they formed a circle and surrounded him.

"What are you talking about, you, you are a weak boner who is bragging to us, how shameful you are."

"That's right, you can do what you want, let's fight one-on-one."

Zhang Jialiang hasn't played for a long time. How could he beat them, a group of people who come to play every day, but you can't lose if you lose. He pouted and said, "One-on-one is one-on-one. I can beat you all by myself. All beat down."

Seeing that the two groups of people were about to attack, Chen Silan hurriedly pushed through the crowd and rushed in to protect her son.

"Kids, I know you all play very well. Can you teach me? Can the aunt who taught me treat you to a Coke?"

"Who cares about your Coke? We're going to challenge him one-on-one." The little boy looked at Zhang Jialiang angrily.

Seeing his mother standing in front of him, Zhang Jialiang felt very uncomfortable.

In fact, after he said those brave words, he also knew that there was a high probability that he would not win, but seeing his mother standing in front of him so humblely, he was still very angry and wanted to give it a try.

What if, what if his touch is still there.

"One-on-one is one-on-one, it's better than shooting." Zhang Jialiang put his hand on his mother's shoulder.

Chen Silan looked up at her son, her eyes full of worry.

She knows better than anyone that her son has been obsessed with games in the past two years, and he hardly goes out, let alone plays.

"Trust me." Zhang Jialiang looked at his mother and said word by word.

"Okay." Chen Silan looked at her son's bright eyes and smiled.

Isn't the son at this time the same as when Song Yuanming and the others laughed at her in the afternoon.They all thought she would not succeed, but she still wanted to try.

The son must be the same, want to try.

"Come on, Liangliang!" Chen Silan smiled and threw the basketball in his hand to his son.

Zhang Jialiang caught it and made a gesture to his mother: "Don't worry, it's okay."

After a group of people set the rules, they just shoot, one point, two points and three point balls are shot at will, and the person with the most accumulated points in three minutes wins.

Soon, the game began.

"My name is Chen Chen." The selected boy introduced himself.

"Zhang Jialiang." In order to show respect for the other party, Zhang Jialiang also reported his name.

"Brother Chen, come on! Get rid of this old man!" Chen Chen's friends pumped their fists to cheer him on.

Seeing this, Chen Silan immediately followed their example and cheered for her son: "Come on Liangliang, you are the best!"

Zhang Jialiang was a little embarrassed when he heard this, his face was slightly hot.He comforted himself in his heart, his mother was watching, so he couldn't lose face.

"Three, two, one, the timer starts."

A boy wearing glasses acts as the umpire and starts a countdown for them to shoot at the same time.

"Wow~ three-pointer!" The boy named Chen Chen made the first three-pointer, and his friends cheered.

Zhang Jialiang became even more anxious when he heard this, but when he became anxious, the ball became even more crooked.

"Liangliang, don't worry, take your time." Seeing that he was anxious, Chen Silan hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

"Understood." Zhang Jialiang took a deep breath, blocked the cheers and boos of the junior high school students next to him, and decided to follow his own rhythm.

Three-pointers are a bit difficult for him now, so it's better to smash one point.

Thinking of this, he started counting.

Soon, 3 minutes will be over.

The junior high school student in charge of statistics looked at Zhang Jialiang in surprise: "Seventeen points."

"What's my score?" Chen Chen asked impatiently.

"Fifteen points." The referee said awkwardly.

When Chen Chen heard this result, his face was very ugly. In order to show off his skills, he kept shooting three-pointers.Unexpectedly, the final total score was not as good as that of Zhang Jialiang.

"Son, you won!" Chen Silan couldn't help applauding immediately after hearing this.

(End of this chapter)