The strongest biochemical

Chapter 175
"Come on, love vegetables!"

"Wow, the action of Qingcai's shooting is so cool!"

"Oh, my rotten cousin is so stupid that he doesn't even know how to pass the ball to Qingcai."

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Tang Xiaomo cheered when he saw Ling Xiu holding the ball, his pretty face was full of excitement, and when he saw Zhang Yifei holding the ball and still couldn't score, he puffed up his cheeks and angrily blamed Zhang Yifei for not passing the ball to Ling Xiu , Let Ling Xiu attack.

"Sister Liyue, do you think my cousin is really bad at playing? He missed the shot several times, and it's fine if he didn't make the shot, but he just held the ball and didn't pass it to Qingcai. Hmph, it's really disgusting! " Tang Xiaomo expressed serious dissatisfaction with Zhang Yifei.

Seeing her murmuring, as if she was complaining about Ling Xiu, Chu Liyue couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and followed her meaning: "Well, it's really hateful!"

"That's right, Qingcai made three shots and scored three goals. Obviously, the ball should be passed to Qingcai to score." Tang Xiaomo gritted his teeth while staring at Zhang Yifei who was still holding the ball.

And Zhang Yifei has indeed held the ball for too long, and he has not scored a goal for so long, which makes him quite unwilling. He is competing with himself, and he must score a goal.

Ling Xiu shook his head helplessly, knowing what he was thinking, he had no choice but to pick and roll for him, creating a good shooting space for him.

Zhang Yifei made a one-handed jump shot within the three-point line, and at the moment the basketball left his hand, he flicked his fingers back lightly, and the round ball circled and drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the basket.

"Damn, stop suddenly, lean back, and spin, brother is absolutely handsome now!"

Zhang Yifei thought happily, completely immersed in his beautiful shooting.However, when he saw the basketball he shot flying out of the field from under the rim gorgeously, he almost staggered and sprained his foot when he landed.

"Damn, what's going on?" His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"You voted for a non-stick situation!" Ling Xiu gave him a blank look.

"It doesn't make sense, why would I vote three or no stick?"

Zhang Yifei was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and asked suspiciously, "Lao Ling, could it be that the baskets here are higher than those in other places?"

Ling Xiu was speechless, he was really thick-skinned to a certain extent, he made a three-point shot, and instead of looking for reasons on himself, he wondered if there was something wrong with the basket.

"Brother Ling and Brother Zhang, it turns out that you two also like to play basketball, how about we play together?"

At this time, Deng Song grabbed the basketball that was flying out of the field with one hand and led a group of people over, with a confident smile on his face.

Thinking that a fight was about to start, Tang Xiaomo hurried up to stand with Ling Xiu and Zhang Yifei. Chu Liyue also got up and walked over with light steps.

Ling Xiu was not interested in playing basketball with Deng Song. The previous meeting made him have a very bad impression of Deng Song. Bar."

"Well, since the love dishes are tired, let's stop playing."

Tang Xiaomo immediately echoed her words. She felt that Deng Song was not a good person, and she always felt that the other party's eyes were wandering over herself and Chu Liyue, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Brother Ling, don't leave. The atmosphere in the apocalypse is too depressing. Playing basketball is a good way to relieve stress."

Deng Song laughed strangely, "I just watched you guys play. Your skills are quite good. I haven't met a strong opponent on this court for a long time. You should give me Deng Song a face and play with me again." .”

"We're tired, didn't you, Captain Deng, hear that just now?" Zhang Yifei said coldly.

"Oh? Really? Brother Ling and Brother Zhang don't look tired at all, are they afraid of me?"

Deng Song smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is playing basketball, not fighting, so don't be afraid of me, hehehe..."

Zhang Yifei was already very upset with him, but seeing his provocative eyes and pretentious face now, how could he shrink back.

He took a step forward and stood face to face with Deng Song, his eyes never evading Deng Song's gaze, and asked lightly: "How do you play, half-court or full-court?"

Deng Song was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slyly: "Of course it's the audience, that's exciting enough!"

"Okay, we can gather five people here, and you can also send five people. There is no time limit. Whoever gets twenty first will win." Zhang Yifei said.

"No problem, but..."

"But what?"

"Since it's a ball game, there must be a lottery, or punish the loser, so that it will be more exciting to play, isn't it!"

Deng Song raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, "In this way, the lottery is fine, how about punishing the loser to do [-] push-ups in public?"

Zhang Yifei was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, the people who had played in groups with him and Ling Xiu quit, and said to Zhang Yifei: "Brother, you should find three other people, we have been playing for too long, and our physical strength can't keep up." Come on, I'm afraid it will drag you down when you go on stage."

This is of course an excuse, they have no objection to playing a game without any punishment for push-ups, but now it is said that the losing party will each have to do [-] push-ups, that is simply desperate, and playing with Deng Song, they This side will undoubtedly lose, because Deng Song can stand up to three people alone, and it is impossible for anyone to defend against his bulldozer-like attack.

"Don't be cowardly, the big deal is if you lose the game, I will do your push-ups for you."

Zhang Yifei said, and immediately looked at Deng Song, "Is there any problem, Captain Deng?"

"Of course it's okay. If you can't make five hundred, don't force it. This is just for fun, don't take it too seriously." Deng Song said with a relaxed smile.

"Okay, that's what you said." Zhang Yifei said.

This is how a game is decided...

Ling Xiu stared at Zhang Yifei speechlessly. Is it necessary to compete with someone like Deng Song?

Zhang Yifei seemed to have heard his heartfelt thoughts, so he hooked Ling Xiu's neck and said, "Old Ling, I just don't like seeing that bastard. We are brothers, and we share blessings and share sorrows. You can't blame me for dragging you into the water."

Ling Xiu sighed, feeling helpless.

"Damn, don't you fucking look so dead, can you please, have some passion, I'm planning to severely frustrate that bastard's arrogance, don't let me lose the chain." Zhang Yifei said anxiously.

"I'll try my best." Ling Xiu really didn't have much interest in playing this game.

Seeing such a listless Ling Xiu, Zhang Yifei was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "Oh my god! Cousin, come on, give Lao Ling a strong kiss, the little tongue will make his blood boil!"

"Damn you, bad cousin!" Tang Xiaomo blushed.

(End of this chapter)