Evil Charm Transfer Student: The Promise of Pulling the School Grass

Chapter 12 Kid, Are You Good at Skills?
Ling Anzhi shrugged and said apologetically, "How is that possible?"

After he finished speaking, he ran towards the basketball hoop on the other side at lightning speed, Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly got up to catch up.

Chu Feng is tall and has long legs, so it doesn't seem too hard to catch up with him, but there is always a little distance between Ling Anzhi and him, it seems that Chu Feng can catch up with him just a little bit, but he just can't catch up .

A younger brother who had been following Chu Feng said puzzledly, "Huh? Since when did the boss like to play the trick of playing hard to get? Didn't he always advocate quick fights and quick decisions?"

In a blink of an eye Ling Anzhi was already under the hoop, he picked up the ball and jumped up elastically, ready for a layup.

Chu Feng also jumped up and down, and he used his ultimate skill of blocking shots, and slammed at Ling Anzhi's ball——

Generally speaking, under Chu Feng's block, not a single ball can survive.

Ling An's death is certain.

but--

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the spectators held their breath, watching the scene in disbelief.

Ling Anzhi's ball spun around Chu Feng's block with an incredible arc in the air, and fell steadily into the basket without even touching the edge of the basket.

Perfect hollow ball.

Unexpectedly, someone could throw the ball into the basket so accurately under Chu Feng's vigorous smash. It seems that Ling Anzhi has two brushes, otherwise he would not be so arrogant.

The ball hit the ground with a rhythmic sound. Although Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, he still rushed over quickly and broke the ball quickly. Chu Feng's skills cannot be questioned, even if Ling Anzhi scored a goal just by chance , but it is almost impossible to win Chu Feng within ten balls.

Sure enough, Chu Feng's ball fell into the basket without any accident.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two of them scored one goal at a time. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but if they continued to maintain a tie like this, it would be Chu Feng who got ten points first.

In the blink of an eye, it was already Chu Feng's tenth ball. Chu Feng smiled at Ling Anzhi, as if to say, boy, you are pretty good at it, but even so, you are bound to lose.

Ling Anzhi still shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly. Even after exercising for so long, he was still quite refreshed, but his hair was messed up by the wind that was stirred up when he was running. His bangs covered half of his eyebrows, and he casually brushed his hair away. Turning aside, the movement is casual and free and easy, which made many people look crazy.

(End of this chapter)