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"Are you sure you want to compete with me?"
"Sure!" Zhao Wenze felt Su Mo's disapproval. He was furious and said angrily, "I want to beat you where you are best. People like you don't deserve Yan Jiuxi at all“
"Why do you say so much nonsense? How can you compare it?" Facing Zhao Wenze's cruel words, Su Mo didn't care at all. Anyway, in his heart, the outcome of the competition was already doomed.
Standing lazily in front of Zhao Wenze, Su Mo raised his left hand and pulled out his ears. He was too lazy to waste time here with Zhao Wenze. If he had this time, he might as well spend more time with Yan Jiuxi.
"Ten goals per person to see who throws more three-point goals." Seeing Su Mo's appearance, Zhao Wenze couldn't help humming. He had already thought about the rules and blurted out that he was good at three-point ball. He was confident that Su Mo could never be his opponent.
"Shit, does Zhao Wenze have a pit in his head?"
When Zhang Dawei heard this outside the basketball court, he couldn't help scolding. He told Zhao Junze that Su Mo's three points must be frightening. The purpose is to let Zhao Wenze choose other comparisons, but what I never thought was that Zhao Wenze, a fool, had to compete with Su Mo for three points?
It's not obvious that you want to die!
How accurate is Su Mo's three-point shot? Zhang Dawei has personally experienced that even if the NBA star comes, it is difficult to win him.
Two words - evil door!
As for Zhao Wenze?
Don't even have to look. Zhang Dawei just wants to give him two words - ha ha!
Inside.
"Yes, you come first." Su Mo looked at Zhao Wenze strangely and said faintly, "if I come first, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to do it."
"Hum!"
In the face of Su Mo's arrogant words, Zhao Wenze's eyes almost burst into flames. However, he didn't refuse Su Mo's proposal. When Su Mo didn't come just now, he had practiced shooting for a while. While the hand feeling is still there, the hit rate will be very high.
Since Su Mo wants to die himself, he won't show mercy!
Su Mo smiled happily and walked to Yan Jiuxi standing outside. Anyway, no matter how many Zhao Wenze can throw, he won't lose.
Arrogance?
no
This is confidence!
"Brother Mo, the boy will lose." Seeing Su Mo coming, Wang pangzi blinked at him excitedly. His words confused Yan Jiuxi.
That's no better than that?
Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence is conceit!
"Xiaomo, you must not underestimate the enemy. Since Zhao Wenze is better than you, he must be good at it!"
Yan Jiuxi's eyes are full of seriousness. Although Su Mo told herself that his shooting skills are very good, she hasn't seen him once.
As the saying goes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!
Before Su Mo spoke, Wang pangzi on one side opened his mouth first and explained, "Yan Xiaohua, don't worry! You don't know brother Mo's shooting skills. It will be beyond your imagination! "
"Xiao Xi, you don't have to worry. The victory of this game must belong to me!" Su Mo smiled. If he had been in the past, he might not be Zhao Wenze's opponent, but now
How could you lose?
impossible!
Hearing what Su Mo said, Yan Jiuxi was relieved. Since Su Mo said so, it proved that he had this strength, because Su Mo never talked big in front of her.
For Su Mo, Yan Jiuxi has unconditional trust!
"Oh!"
Just then, there was a burst of cheers on the playground.
It turned out that Zhao Wenze had started shooting. The first ball was perfectly hollow into the net. The students of class 2 were very supportive and clapped one after another. At the instigation of the students of class 2, more and more students clapped.
Zhao Wenze was still a little nervous. The hit of the first ball and these applause greatly increased his confidence. He shot one after another and hit three balls in a row. The students outside the basketball court whispered.
"Cow!"
"Four three-point hits in a row, worthy of brother Ze!"
"That's great. How could you throw three points so accurately?"
Inside.
Zhao Wenze stood outside the three-point line, took a deep breath, aimed at the basket, and made a very standard jump shot, but the route was a little offset and bounced aside on the rebound.
But five into four, has been extremely rare!
For Zhao Wenze's performance, Wang pangzi was surprised and said, "I can't see that this boy really has two brushes?"
"It's really good."
Su Mo nodded. Zhao Wenze did really well. No wonder he had to compete with him to shoot. It turned out that he came prepared!
A trace of worry appeared on Yan Jiuxi's beautiful little face and whispered, "Xiaomo, can you win?"
"Xiao Xi, can you have some confidence in your man?"
Looking at Yan Jiuxi's delicate little face, Su Mo couldn't help pinching it. The girl didn't seem to have much confidence in him all the time.
"You're not my man!" In an instant, Yan Jiuxi made a big red face. She never expected Su Mo to be so bold. She even said such words in public and stared at Su Mo in shame. However, this appearance had no lethality at all. On the contrary, it made her look more lovely. In this regard, Su Mo had the cheek to smile. Face in hand, Xiaoxi I have! From Wang pangzi's point of view, their conversation was totally flirting. Suddenly, he felt like a light bulb. He really wanted to kneel down for Su Mo and dared to flirt with Yan Da Xiaohua in front of so many people. It's really... But fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Wenze, and no one noticed what had just happened here. Otherwise, The boys present must want to kill Su Mo! Flirting with their goddess? Impatient with life? Even if Su Mo is Yan Jiuxi's nominal boyfriend now, it won't work! At this time, Zhao Wenze's last shot and hit six of the previous nine goals, which is already an excellent result. If this last goal is scored again, it will be equal to ten goals and seven goals. Ten goals and seven goals. What's the concept? Even if the NBA stars come, I'm afraid I can't say I can win! Countless eyes move with the basketball in the air. Everyone is curious whether the last ball can be scored or not“ Shua! " The sound of a basketball entering the net sounded“ Cow batch! "“ Seven out of ten? It's a sure win! "“ I'm afraid Su Mo from class three is going to cry. Does he dare to compete? " Many eyes looked at Su mo. it seems that in the hearts of many people, Su Mo has lost! When Zhao Wenze saw his last goal hit, he waved his fist excitedly and scored seven goals. He didn't expect that he could achieve such a good result. Before the competition, he estimated that he could score six shots at most. Usually, when he practiced three points, his hit rate was about half. Unexpectedly, he could score seven this time? What an eye opener! If Su Mo wants to win, he has to throw at least eight three-point shots, but Zhao Wenze doesn't believe Su Mo can throw so accurately. Three pointer, decimal eight? Bullshit! Just a high school student, not a professional player. Even a professional player, I dare not say that you can score eight out of ten goals! Even if Su Mo is lucky, it's not as good as this. He has no strength. No matter how lucky he is! Zhao Wenze came over with a basketball and looked at Su Mo proudly. He threw the basketball directly at a place more than ten meters away from Su mo. Su Mo stretched out a hand to easily catch the ball and walked towards the court“ I'll see how you win! " When Su Mo passed by, Zhao Wenze mocked in a strange way. Zhang Dawei told him that Su Mo hit 17 three-point shots in a row. He scoffed at this. Did he really think he was a fool? Don't brag and draft these days? 17 threes in a row? Dreaming? Even in the NBA, no one can be so accurate! Let alone, Su Mo is just a high school student, which is even more impossible“ Then take a look. " Facing Zhao Wenze's ridicule, Su Mo's mouth rose slightly. Which is true or false, don't you know right away? At this time, the eyes of all the students on the playground looked at Su mo. Su Mo didn't care about the eyes of the people. He randomly transported the ball twice and began to calculate the angle and strength of shooting in his mind“ The distance is 6.7m, 27% force is required, and the angle is 47 °! " At this time, Su Mo suddenly had an interesting idea. He turned and walked back two steps. His action aroused everyone's exclamation“ What is Su Mo doing? "“ Eh, why do you walk back? Brain pumping? "“ Is this going to break the jar? " Yan Jiuxi frowned outside. She didn't understand what Su Mo was going to do. When others throw three-point shots, they all want to stand close to the three-point line. Su Mo is good. Why do you take two steps back? What the hell“ See how long you can hold it? " Seeing Su Mo's move, Zhao Wenze couldn't help smiling coldly. In his opinion, Su Mo was just trying to impress the public! But is it really sensationalism?
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"Are you sure you want to compete with me?"
"Sure!" Zhao Wenze felt Su Mo's disapproval. He was furious and said angrily, "I want to beat you where you are best. People like you don't deserve Yan Jiuxi at all“
"Why do you say so much nonsense? How can you compare it?" Facing Zhao Wenze's cruel words, Su Mo didn't care at all. Anyway, in his heart, the outcome of the competition was already doomed.
Standing lazily in front of Zhao Wenze, Su Mo raised his left hand and pulled out his ears. He was too lazy to waste time here with Zhao Wenze. If he had this time, he might as well spend more time with Yan Jiuxi.
"Ten goals per person to see who throws more three-point goals." Seeing Su Mo's appearance, Zhao Wenze couldn't help humming. He had already thought about the rules and blurted out that he was good at three-point ball. He was confident that Su Mo could never be his opponent.
"Shit, does Zhao Wenze have a pit in his head?"
When Zhang Dawei heard this outside the basketball court, he couldn't help scolding. He told Zhao Junze that Su Mo's three points must be frightening. The purpose is to let Zhao Wenze choose other comparisons, but what I never thought was that Zhao Wenze, a fool, had to compete with Su Mo for three points?
It's not obvious that you want to die!
How accurate is Su Mo's three-point shot? Zhang Dawei has personally experienced that even if the NBA star comes, it is difficult to win him.
Two words - evil door!
As for Zhao Wenze?
Don't even have to look. Zhang Dawei just wants to give him two words - ha ha!
Inside.
"Yes, you come first." Su Mo looked at Zhao Wenze strangely and said faintly, "if I come first, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to do it."
"Hum!"
In the face of Su Mo's arrogant words, Zhao Wenze's eyes almost burst into flames. However, he didn't refuse Su Mo's proposal. When Su Mo didn't come just now, he had practiced shooting for a while. While the hand feeling is still there, the hit rate will be very high.
Since Su Mo wants to die himself, he won't show mercy!
Su Mo smiled happily and walked to Yan Jiuxi standing outside. Anyway, no matter how many Zhao Wenze can throw, he won't lose.
Arrogance?
no
This is confidence!
"Brother Mo, the boy will lose." Seeing Su Mo coming, Wang pangzi blinked at him excitedly. His words confused Yan Jiuxi.
That's no better than that?
Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence is conceit!
"Xiaomo, you must not underestimate the enemy. Since Zhao Wenze is better than you, he must be good at it!"
Yan Jiuxi's eyes are full of seriousness. Although Su Mo told herself that his shooting skills are very good, she hasn't seen him once.
As the saying goes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!
Before Su Mo spoke, Wang pangzi on one side opened his mouth first and explained, "Yan Xiaohua, don't worry! You don't know brother Mo's shooting skills. It will be beyond your imagination! "
"Xiao Xi, you don't have to worry. The victory of this game must belong to me!" Su Mo smiled. If he had been in the past, he might not be Zhao Wenze's opponent, but now
How could you lose?
impossible!
Hearing what Su Mo said, Yan Jiuxi was relieved. Since Su Mo said so, it proved that he had this strength, because Su Mo never talked big in front of her.
For Su Mo, Yan Jiuxi has unconditional trust!
"Oh!"
Just then, there was a burst of cheers on the playground.
It turned out that Zhao Wenze had started shooting. The first ball was perfectly hollow into the net. The students of class 2 were very supportive and clapped one after another. At the instigation of the students of class 2, more and more students clapped.
Zhao Wenze was still a little nervous. The hit of the first ball and these applause greatly increased his confidence. He shot one after another and hit three balls in a row. The students outside the basketball court whispered.
"Cow!"
"Four three-point hits in a row, worthy of brother Ze!"
"That's great. How could you throw three points so accurately?"
Inside.
Zhao Wenze stood outside the three-point line, took a deep breath, aimed at the basket, and made a very standard jump shot, but the route was a little offset and bounced aside on the rebound.
But five into four, has been extremely rare!
For Zhao Wenze's performance, Wang pangzi was surprised and said, "I can't see that this boy really has two brushes?"
"It's really good."
Su Mo nodded. Zhao Wenze did really well. No wonder he had to compete with him to shoot. It turned out that he came prepared!
A trace of worry appeared on Yan Jiuxi's beautiful little face and whispered, "Xiaomo, can you win?"
"Xiao Xi, can you have some confidence in your man?"
Looking at Yan Jiuxi's delicate little face, Su Mo couldn't help pinching it. The girl didn't seem to have much confidence in him all the time.
"You're not my man!" In an instant, Yan Jiuxi made a big red face. She never expected Su Mo to be so bold. She even said such words in public and stared at Su Mo in shame. However, this appearance had no lethality at all. On the contrary, it made her look more lovely. In this regard, Su Mo had the cheek to smile. Face in hand, Xiaoxi I have! From Wang pangzi's point of view, their conversation was totally flirting. Suddenly, he felt like a light bulb. He really wanted to kneel down for Su Mo and dared to flirt with Yan Da Xiaohua in front of so many people. It's really... But fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Wenze, and no one noticed what had just happened here. Otherwise, The boys present must want to kill Su Mo! Flirting with their goddess? Impatient with life? Even if Su Mo is Yan Jiuxi's nominal boyfriend now, it won't work! At this time, Zhao Wenze's last shot and hit six of the previous nine goals, which is already an excellent result. If this last goal is scored again, it will be equal to ten goals and seven goals. Ten goals and seven goals. What's the concept? Even if the NBA stars come, I'm afraid I can't say I can win! Countless eyes move with the basketball in the air. Everyone is curious whether the last ball can be scored or not“ Shua! " The sound of a basketball entering the net sounded“ Cow batch! "“ Seven out of ten? It's a sure win! "“ I'm afraid Su Mo from class three is going to cry. Does he dare to compete? " Many eyes looked at Su mo. it seems that in the hearts of many people, Su Mo has lost! When Zhao Wenze saw his last goal hit, he waved his fist excitedly and scored seven goals. He didn't expect that he could achieve such a good result. Before the competition, he estimated that he could score six shots at most. Usually, when he practiced three points, his hit rate was about half. Unexpectedly, he could score seven this time? What an eye opener! If Su Mo wants to win, he has to throw at least eight three-point shots, but Zhao Wenze doesn't believe Su Mo can throw so accurately. Three pointer, decimal eight? Bullshit! Just a high school student, not a professional player. Even a professional player, I dare not say that you can score eight out of ten goals! Even if Su Mo is lucky, it's not as good as this. He has no strength. No matter how lucky he is! Zhao Wenze came over with a basketball and looked at Su Mo proudly. He threw the basketball directly at a place more than ten meters away from Su mo. Su Mo stretched out a hand to easily catch the ball and walked towards the court“ I'll see how you win! " When Su Mo passed by, Zhao Wenze mocked in a strange way. Zhang Dawei told him that Su Mo hit 17 three-point shots in a row. He scoffed at this. Did he really think he was a fool? Don't brag and draft these days? 17 threes in a row? Dreaming? Even in the NBA, no one can be so accurate! Let alone, Su Mo is just a high school student, which is even more impossible“ Then take a look. " Facing Zhao Wenze's ridicule, Su Mo's mouth rose slightly. Which is true or false, don't you know right away? At this time, the eyes of all the students on the playground looked at Su mo. Su Mo didn't care about the eyes of the people. He randomly transported the ball twice and began to calculate the angle and strength of shooting in his mind“ The distance is 6.7m, 27% force is required, and the angle is 47 °! " At this time, Su Mo suddenly had an interesting idea. He turned and walked back two steps. His action aroused everyone's exclamation“ What is Su Mo doing? "“ Eh, why do you walk back? Brain pumping? "“ Is this going to break the jar? " Yan Jiuxi frowned outside. She didn't understand what Su Mo was going to do. When others throw three-point shots, they all want to stand close to the three-point line. Su Mo is good. Why do you take two steps back? What the hell“ See how long you can hold it? " Seeing Su Mo's move, Zhao Wenze couldn't help smiling coldly. In his opinion, Su Mo was just trying to impress the public! But is it really sensationalism?
"Are you sure you want to compete with me?""Sure!" Zhao Wenze felt Su Mo's disapproval. He was furious and said angrily, "I want to beat you where you are best. People like you don't deserve Yan Jiuxi at all"Why do you say so much nonsense? How can you compare it?" Facing Zhao Wenze's cruel words, Su Mo didn't care at all. Anyway, in his heart, the outcome of the competition was already doomed.Standing lazily in front of Zhao Wenze, Su Mo raised his left hand and pulled out his ears. He was too lazy to waste time here with Zhao Wenze. If he had this time, he might as well spend more time with Yan Jiuxi."Ten goals per person to see who throws more three-point goals." Seeing Su Mo's appearance, Zhao Wenze couldn't help humming. He had already thought about the rules and blurted out that he was good at three-point ball. He was confident that Su Mo could never be his opponent."Shit, does Zhao Wenze have a pit in his head?"When Zhang Dawei heard this outside the basketball court, he couldn't help scolding. He told Zhao Junze that Su Mo's three points must be frightening. The purpose is to let Zhao Wenze choose other comparisons, but what I never thought was that Zhao Wenze, a fool, had to compete with Su Mo for three points?It's not obvious that you want to die!How accurate is Su Mo's three-point shot? Zhang Dawei has personally experienced that even if the NBA star comes, it is difficult to win him.Two words - evil door!As for Zhao Wenze?Don't even have to look. Zhang Dawei just wants to give him two words - ha ha!Inside."Yes, you come first." Su Mo looked at Zhao Wenze strangely and said faintly, "if I come first, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to do it.""Hum!"In the face of Su Mo's arrogant words, Zhao Wenze's eyes almost burst into flames. However, he didn't refuse Su Mo's proposal. When Su Mo didn't come just now, he had practiced shooting for a while. While the hand feeling is still there, the hit rate will be very high.Since Su Mo wants to die himself, he won't show mercy!Su Mo smiled happily and walked to Yan Jiuxi standing outside. Anyway, no matter how many Zhao Wenze can throw, he won't lose.Arrogance?noThis is confidence!"Brother Mo, the boy will lose." Seeing Su Mo coming, Wang pangzi blinked at him excitedly. His words confused Yan Jiuxi.That's no better than that?Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence is conceit!"Xiaomo, you must not underestimate the enemy. Since Zhao Wenze is better than you, he must be good at it!"Yan Jiuxi's eyes are full of seriousness. Although Su Mo told herself that his shooting skills are very good, she hasn't seen him once.As the saying goes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!Before Su Mo spoke, Wang pangzi on one side opened his mouth first and explained, "Yan Xiaohua, don't worry! You don't know brother Mo's shooting skills. It will be beyond your imagination! ""Xiao Xi, you don't have to worry. The victory of this game must belong to me!" Su Mo smiled. If he had been in the past, he might not be Zhao Wenze's opponent, but nowHow could you lose?impossible!Hearing what Su Mo said, Yan Jiuxi was relieved. Since Su Mo said so, it proved that he had this strength, because Su Mo never talked big in front of her.For Su Mo, Yan Jiuxi has unconditional trust!"Oh!"Just then, there was a burst of cheers on the playground.It turned out that Zhao Wenze had started shooting. The first ball was perfectly hollow into the net. The students of class 2 were very supportive and clapped one after another. At the instigation of the students of class 2, more and more students clapped.Zhao Wenze was still a little nervous. The hit of the first ball and these applause greatly increased his confidence. He shot one after another and hit three balls in a row. The students outside the basketball court whispered."Cow!""Four three-point hits in a row, worthy of brother Ze!""That's great. How could you throw three points so accurately?"Inside.Zhao Wenze stood outside the three-point line, took a deep breath, aimed at the basket, and made a very standard jump shot, but the route was a little offset and bounced aside on the rebound.But five into four, has been extremely rare!For Zhao Wenze's performance, Wang pangzi was surprised and said, "I can't see that this boy really has two brushes?""It's really good."Su Mo nodded. Zhao Wenze did really well. No wonder he had to compete with him to shoot. It turned out that he came prepared!A trace of worry appeared on Yan Jiuxi's beautiful little face and whispered, "Xiaomo, can you win?""Xiao Xi, can you have some confidence in your man?"Looking at Yan Jiuxi's delicate little face, Su Mo couldn't help pinching it. The girl didn't seem to have much confidence in him all the time."You're not my man!" In an instant, Yan Jiuxi made a big red face. She never expected Su Mo to be so bold. She even said such words in public and stared at Su Mo in shame. However, this appearance had no lethality at all. On the contrary, it made her look more lovely. In this regard, Su Mo had the cheek to smile. Face in hand, Xiaoxi I have! From Wang pangzi's point of view, their conversation was totally flirting. Suddenly, he felt like a light bulb. He really wanted to kneel down for Su Mo and dared to flirt with Yan Da Xiaohua in front of so many people. It's really... But fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Wenze, and no one noticed what had just happened here. Otherwise, The boys present must want to kill Su Mo! Flirting with their goddess? Impatient with life? Even if Su Mo is Yan Jiuxi's nominal boyfriend now, it won't work! At this time, Zhao Wenze's last shot and hit six of the previous nine goals, which is already an excellent result. If this last goal is scored again, it will be equal to ten goals and seven goals. Ten goals and seven goals. What's the concept? Even if the NBA stars come, I'm afraid I can't say I can win! Countless eyes move with the basketball in the air. Everyone is curious whether the last ball can be scored or not Shua! " The sound of a basketball entering the net sounded Cow batch! " Seven out of ten? It's a sure win! " I'm afraid Su Mo from class three is going to cry. Does he dare to compete? " Many eyes looked at Su mo. it seems that in the hearts of many people, Su Mo has lost! When Zhao Wenze saw his last goal hit, he waved his fist excitedly and scored seven goals. He didn't expect that he could achieve such a good result. Before the competition, he estimated that he could score six shots at most. Usually, when he practiced three points, his hit rate was about half. Unexpectedly, he could score seven this time? What an eye opener! If Su Mo wants to win, he has to throw at least eight three-point shots, but Zhao Wenze doesn't believe Su Mo can throw so accurately. Three pointer, decimal eight? Bullshit! Just a high school student, not a professional player. Even a professional player, I dare not say that you can score eight out of ten goals! Even if Su Mo is lucky, it's not as good as this. He has no strength. No matter how lucky he is! Zhao Wenze came over with a basketball and looked at Su Mo proudly. He threw the basketball directly at a place more than ten meters away from Su mo. Su Mo stretched out a hand to easily catch the ball and walked towards the court I'll see how you win! " When Su Mo passed by, Zhao Wenze mocked in a strange way. Zhang Dawei told him that Su Mo hit 17 three-point shots in a row. He scoffed at this. Did he really think he was a fool? Don't brag and draft these days? 17 threes in a row? Dreaming? Even in the NBA, no one can be so accurate! Let alone, Su Mo is just a high school student, which is even more impossible Then take a look. " Facing Zhao Wenze's ridicule, Su Mo's mouth rose slightly. Which is true or false, don't you know right away? At this time, the eyes of all the students on the playground looked at Su mo. Su Mo didn't care about the eyes of the people. He randomly transported the ball twice and began to calculate the angle and strength of shooting in his mind The distance is 6.7m, 27% force is required, and the angle is 47 ! " At this time, Su Mo suddenly had an interesting idea. He turned and walked back two steps. His action aroused everyone's exclamation What is Su Mo doing? " Eh, why do you walk back? Brain pumping? " Is this going to break the jar? " Yan Jiuxi frowned outside. She didn't understand what Su Mo was going to do. When others throw three-point shots, they all want to stand close to the three-point line. Su Mo is good. Why do you take two steps back? What the hell See how long you can hold it? " Seeing Su Mo's move, Zhao Wenze couldn't help smiling coldly. In his opinion, Su Mo was just trying to impress the public! But is it really sensationalism?
