Super Race System Makes Me a Legend

Volleyball team leader, Hua Qiang came out.

He and Wang Kun had several matches before. In the county volleyball match held not long ago, Nanyang middle school was defeated by Shanyang middle school.

Among them, Wang Kun, who is the best scorer of Shanyang, scored 36 points by himself, accounting for more than one third of the team. The whole team of Nanyang middle school added up to less than 30 points, which can be said to be a complete and thorough defeat.

"I'm here to borrow your venue for the time being. I want to compete with Lin."

Wang Kun ignored Hua Qiang's joke and said solemnly.

"Compete with Lin?"

Hua Qiang looked stunned. He turned around and looked at Lin Cheng. Then he shook his head with a smile and said, "Wang Kun, although you are really powerful, you will certainly lose if you compare with Lin Cheng. This guy is 100 meters ten seconds. Basketball is more accurate. He swims faster than fish. How can you lose than you?"

"By the way, what do you compare with him?"

Hua Qiang laughed before he remembered that he didn't seem to ask them what to compare.

However, soon the smile on his face solidified. It was obviously impossible to come here than swimming. If you want to play basketball, you should go to the basketball court. As for the 100 meters, you should also be on the track. It is even more impossible to come to the Volleyball Hall.

What's more, Wang Kun said he would like to borrow the hall just now. Do you mean

Hua Qiang swallows and drips cold sweat on his forehead.

"Lin Cheng, you, don't you want to compete volleyball with this boy?"

Although Hua Qiang was very angry with Lin Cheng, he naturally hoped that Lin Cheng would win.

But if the event is volleyball, Huaqiang has no idea. After all, Wang Kun is the most talented person he has seen in volleyball for so many years.

"It's volleyball."

Lin Cheng nodded, put the backpack on the bench and bent down to pick up a volleyball.

This is his first time to touch volleyball, but with volleyball skills in hand, there is no trace of raw feeling, as if he has accompanied thousands of days and nights.

"This, this..."

Hua Qiang doesn't know what to say. Although he knows that Lin Cheng is gifted in sports, volleyball is a different sport and the rules are completely different. No matter how talented he is, he has to go through training.

Wang Kun not only has a good talent, but also has practiced for a full ten years, which is not a talent that can be equalized at all.

But at this time, the two man match is on the way, there is no room for turning back.

Hua Qiang took a deep breath and made a decision. After the game started, he stood aside to remind Lin Cheng that although it was not kind to do so, it didn't matter to win.

"The first ball, let you start."

Wang Kun grabs the volleyball and throws it at Lin Cheng.

"The comer is the guest, of course, the guest first, or you serve first."

Lin Cheng smiles and refuses Wang Kun's good intentions, then says.

"Well, in that case, I'm not polite."

Wang Kun was stunned for a moment and then grinned. His impression of Lin Cheng has changed a lot, at least not as much as before.

Throwing up the volleyball in his hand, Wang Kun jumped up high, his body was tight and bent into a bow and arrow. Just when his body bent to the limit, the volleyball just fell.

Bang

The volleyball hit Lin Cheng like a shell.