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

Chapter 9 Plucking a Tiger
Chu Feng looked at Ling Anzhi, with a sharp smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Boy, what did you just say?"

Ling Anzhi disregarded the look I gave him, and still had a bright smile on his face. He said without the slightest hesitation: "I said, these people's skills are really bad." Then he squinted at Chu Feng again, "Also As far as your skills are concerned, you can barely pass it."

What a big breath!
You know, Chu Feng is the basketball king of our school, not to mention our Shengyuan No. [-] Middle School, even the entire high school in Shengyuan City, and no one is his opponent. Under his leadership, our school team has twice Won the championship of the Shengyuan High School League.

No one has ever dared to insult Chu Feng's football skills, and no one has dared to speak of the football skills of the school team he organized.

This Ling Anzhi was literally plucking the tiger's hair.

Seeing that Chu Feng was about to lose his temper, I quickly took a step forward and said to Chu Feng with a smile: "Senior Chu, he is a transfer student who just arrived, so he doesn't understand the rules. Senior should not be as knowledgeable as him, okay? ?”

Just as Chu Feng's expression softened, Ling Anzhi's lazy voice sounded again: "I'm just telling the truth."

"You!" How could there be such a ignorant person in this world?

I glared at him angrily, and then backed away. If they start fighting after a while, it's none of my business. I've done my best by saying the kind words to him just now.

To my surprise, Chu Feng smiled instead of anger. He whistled and said, "Boy, you are very kind. If you dare to say that, you must be capable. How about it? It's already late now. When we have extracurricular activities later, how about we go one-on-one?"

Ling Anzhi narrowed his eyes lazily: "One-on-one? How about one-on-one?"

Chu Feng stretched out his finger and pointed to the basket behind him: "In the whole game, one ball counts for one point. Whoever gets ten points first is the winner. The loser has to do one thing for the winner. No matter what, as long as The winner has brought it up, and it has to be done."

Ling Anzhi nodded: "Okay, it's a deal, see you at recess."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said to me: "An Xiaomo, hurry up, or you will be late."

Seeing that I was still in a daze, he reached out and pulled my wrist, walked straight across the basketball court, and walked towards the teaching building.

(End of this chapter)