Zhao Mingxuan agreed with a sinister smile on his face. He didn't believe that Chen Zifei could win against them at all, so it was impossible to realize Chen Zifei's request.
"For Xiaoyi's sake, I won't bully you. Let's score five goals to determine the outcome, but that's just us. As long as you can score the first three goals, you will win."
The defender Lin Dong laughed and said: "I don't think they can score two goals."
But Chen Zifei waved his hand and said: "No need, if I beat you like that, you are making excuses. We will decide the outcome with five goals."
Zhao Mingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Boy, you are really crazy. I will let you lie down on the ground and learn how to bark like a dog. Come on, let's start. You guys kick off first."
"Wait!" Jiang Xiaoyi shouted quickly, then pulled Chen Zifei aside.
Jiang Xiaoyi lowered her voice and said, "Uncle, do we need to discuss some tactics?"
Chen Zifei said with a smile: "Tactics, if you are playing with them, what tactics should you use?"
"Uncle, don't tell me that they are professionals and play on the court every day, but I'm afraid I can't even get the ball in front of them."
"Then the serving club will be right?"
"meeting!"
"That's fine."
"I'm just in charge of serving?"
"What if I ask you to compete with them for the ball and what if I bump into you? Your body dances so beautifully, but you are not here to bump into big and thick men like them."
"Uncle, aren't you going to fight one against two?" Jiang Xiaoyi's eyes widened.
Chen Zifei smiled and said nothing.
"Uncle, how sure are you?" Jiang Xiaoyi and Chen Zifei looked into each other's eyes for more than ten seconds, and then asked this question.
"Of course I'm very sure. It would be very embarrassing if I lay down on the ground and learned to bark like a dog."
"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoyi grinned, took Chen Zifei's hand and walked towards Zhao Mingxuan.
Just now, Jiang Xiaoyi also pulled Chen Zifei a few times, but she was always holding his arm, and the touch on his arm was not that sensitive. But this time, holding hands directly, the feeling was much stronger.
Holding this little hand in his hand, Chen Zifei really enjoyed it indescribably, and he really felt reluctant to let go.
Zhao Mingxuan saw Jiang Xiaoyi holding Chen Zifei's hand over, and Jiang Xiaoyi was still walking in front. In other words, Jiang Xiaoyi took the initiative, which made him even more angry.
The basketball in his hand hit Chen Zifei directly and shouted: "Boy, come on!"
Chen Zifei raised his hand to catch the ball, then handed it to Jiang Xiaoyi's hand and said: "Come on."
Jiang Xiaoyi bit her lip, then nodded vigorously.
Chen Zifei took two steps forward, and Zhao Mingxuan and Lin Dong followed Chen Zifei and took two steps back. At this time, if they felt too positive, they would feel very embarrassed.
Jiang Xiaoyi threw the ball directly to Chen Zifei. Chen Zifei caught it easily, then twisted around without even jumping, and casually threw the ball in the direction of the rack with both hands.
"brush!"
Chen Zifei's sloppy shooting posture actually hit the net directly.
Whether it was Zhao Mingxuan, Lin Dong, Jiang Xiaoyi, or those watching the excitement, they couldn't help but be stunned at this time.
"In! In!" Jiang Xiaoyi was the first to shout excitedly.
"It's just a goal." Zhao Mingxuan sneered, picked up the ball and threw it to Lin Dong, saying: "It's our turn."
Lin Dong passed the ball to Zhao Mingxuan. Zhao Mingxuan took the ball, turned and ran towards the basket, then jumped up and made a slam dunk.
When he jumped down, he let out a loud roar, trying to give Chen Zifei a blow in the most arrogant way.
But when he turned around, he saw that Chen Zifei was standing near the center line. The ball didn't seem to move at all.
Although the people watching around felt that the goal was very powerful and many applauded, Zhao Mingxuan felt an indescribable awkwardness in his heart.
How should I put it? It was like I punched with all my strength, but it hit a ball of air and didn't feel any force at all. It was really unspeakably uncomfortable.
When Chen Zifei and the others served, Jiang Xiaoyi sent the ball to Chen Zifei, and Chen Zifei threw the ball in again.
Then when Zhao Mingxuan and the others served, Zhao Mingxuan dunked the ball in again. As a result, this time there were very few people applauding.
"Holy crap, is this a two-on-two bullfight?"
"This is a shooting contest, it's so boring."
The people around him couldn't stand it at first and started making noises one after another.
"Boy, what are you doing? Why don't you defend?" Zhao Mingxuan glared at Chen Zifei.
Chen Zifei shrugged his shoulders and said, "No need, we serve first. As long as we score five goals first, we will win."
Zhao Mingxuan frowned and said, "I let you go with the first two goals. From now on, don't even think about making any more shots."
This time when Jiang Xiaoyi served the ball, Zhao Mingxuan stood directly in front of Chen Zifei, glared and shouted: "Let me see how you make the shot this time."
"It's very simple." Chen Zifei suddenly touched the ground with his feet and jumped up suddenly.
Zhao Mingxuan jumped up almost out of instinct, raising his arms high, really shrouding Chen Zifei in his shadow like a giant beast.
He took off later than Chen Zifei, but when he reached the highest point, he discovered that Chen Zifei was still rising. Then he watched helplessly as Chen Zifei's arm surpassed his arm, and the basketball also flew beyond his fingertips.
go out.
"brush!"
The sound of the friction between the basketball and the net was extremely pleasant. Chen Zifei scored again.
"Oh yeah!"
Jiang Xiaoyi rushed over excitedly and slapped Chen Zifei's palms.
If Chen Zifei's two shots seemed to be blinded in the first two times, this shot was definitely a standard shooting posture, and the posture was quite graceful.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all cheered.
The skin on Zhao Mingxuan's face twitched, and then he suddenly laughed and said: "Boy, you still have some skills, so it will be interesting if I win you. Come on, it's your turn to guard us this time, serve."
"Okay!" Chen Zifei agreed.
Zhao Mingxuan got the ball this time, and when he saw Chen Zifei blocking him, his eyes lit up with excitement.
While dribbling the ball, he pushed Chen Zifei forward. He wanted to dunk in front of Chen Zifei, so as to better humiliate him.
He easily carried Chen Zifei to the basket, then roared and jumped up.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a black shadow jump up with him, and then a big hand fell from the sky and hit the basketball between his hands hard.