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Looking at Zhao Zichen, who was separated from him by another distance, Black had the urge to hit the wall, and what did he say?Flyball?Oh my god, what is a fly ball?
Little Lotte's cheers came out, which made him feel heartbroken.

At this time, Zhao Zichen patted the ball a few times and smiled.

In the next second, he was seen facing the basket and throwing the ball forcefully.

In the end, the basketball flew up out of thin air, and in the eyes of everyone, it became smaller and smaller.

Everyone looked up at the basketball, feeling a strong sense of shock in their hearts.

A ball like that won't score, right?
The ball flew very high, perhaps more than ten meters high, Little Lott clapped his hands and shouted: "The ball is gone!"

"Hmph, this guy is just trying to die!" Black snorted coldly in his heart.

If a ball that flies this high can go in, then he can...

"Oh! Come in!"

"Go in! Hollow ball, my God, God, it's hollow ball again!"

"Kungfu, Huaxia Kungfu! A genius pitcher! He must be a genius pitcher, he used kung fu!"

"My God, I thought the ball would never go in. I even thought he was going to fall and hit my head!"

What everyone saw just now is that a basketball fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed, like a meteorite falling, it went straight through the basket, and went in without even touching it?
Everyone just felt that their three views were about to be subverted. Who is this Huaxia person?Why are there such superb pitching skills?
Except for the first two misses, for the other five, one shot was accurate!
Blake stared dumbfounded at the basketball that was still bouncing extremely high on the ground, feeling as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

"Oh shit! Is this guy a monster!" Black cursed secretly.

At this time, Zhao Zichen had already looked at him, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Black, it's your turn."

At this time, the protagonist is no longer Black, and his limelight has been stolen by Zhao Zichen.

Even if he was the mvp, he couldn't cover Zhao Zichen's light, which made him very painful.

He smiled awkwardly, then took the basketball over.

It was the eighth, and Black even felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have come to find Zhao Zichen. It was obviously that guy who wanted to trouble Zhao Zichen, so it should have nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

I saw Black holding a basketball in his hand and aiming at the basket again.

This time, we must enter!God bless……

After he silently said a few words of God bless, he began to shoot.

The basketball flew out of his hand slowly, and finally bounced with a bang.

Black clenched his fists and stared at the basketball. Finally, the basketball fell into the basket, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Applause rang out, but everyone was paying more attention to Zhao Zichen. They wanted to know what kind of shooting skills this Huaxia man had.

"That's right, Blake, don't be nervous, just play well, you will be fine." Zhao Zichen said with a smile.

However, this sentence is definitely a satire for Black, why, this should have been his words to comfort Zhao Zichen, right?Why did Zhao Zichen comfort him with these words?

How ironic!
He forced a smile and said, "Zhao, you are really a very amazing person."

"You're welcome." Zhao Zichen smiled.

After taking the basketball, it is already the eighth ball.

According to the usual practice, Zhao Zichen took another step back, Black's pressure increased a bit, and he stepped back. Could this guy still score goals?impossible!

He gritted his teeth, unable to believe that Zhao Zichen could still score.

After patting the basketball, Zhao Zichen thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of any tricks to score goals.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Oh, look, he's closed his eyes! He's actually closed his eyes!"

"Does he want to just shoot like that?"

"Impossible to enter, absolutely impossible!"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help shouting, how is this possible? Shooting from a distance of 12 meters with eyes closed?

It is impossible for the god of basketball to score a goal!
Of course, they didn't know that this was not difficult for Zhao Zichen.

He sneered, closed his eyes tightly, and after a few shots, he threw it away.

Finally, the eighth ball, goal!

At the scene, there were cheers again. Everyone was already looking at Zhao Zichen with incredible eyes. Can this also score a goal?
Black's pressure has increased a lot. He couldn't believe that such a thing would happen. This Chinese man is a monster?
When the ball was in his hands again, his pressure was really too great.

He knew that even though he scored one more goal than Zhao Zichen, in fact, he had already lost. For no reason, Zhao Zichen was getting farther and farther just because of this distance.

He gritted his teeth and patted the ball. Sweat flowed out of his palms before he knew it. He was too nervous.

No one was calling his name anymore. At this time, he was holding the basketball and throwing it at the basket.

However, this time, the goddess of luck did not favor him again. Even this time, the ball didn't even touch the basket, it hit the backboard directly, and then bounced back all at once.

Seeing this, Blake's face collapsed.

Losing... He knew that he had already lost. He tried his best to shoot this ball seriously, but he still missed.

Now, like Zhao Zichen, he also missed two goals, but he believes that Zhao Zichen will definitely score the next goal.

Zhao Zichen took a step back with the ball, and then smiled at Black: "Now we are even."

Black is more of a wry smile.

This time Zhao Zichen didn't play any fancy tricks, and hit the ninth ball with one shot.

Even at a distance of nearly 13 meters, it was still so accurate. The cheers from everyone at the scene were a little weak.

Everyone seems to have gotten used to it. They believe that as long as the Chinese man throws the ball, he will definitely score.

"Okay, Mr. Black, now we have exactly the same number of goals, and then we will watch the last ball." Zhao Zichen looked at Black with a smile.

After a pause, he comforted again: "Please don't be nervous, as long as you maintain a normal mind, you can definitely get in. Don't forget, you are the mvp!"

Hearing Zhao Zichen's so-called comfort, Black felt the urge to cry.

mvp?Is this mocking me?
Who is the real professional golfer now?Why does Mao Laozi always think that he is an amateur?

Black no longer has much confidence in Zhao Zichen, and his mentality has collapsed. This one goal after another has already collapsed the championship's mentality.

He held the basketball, hesitated, struggled for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Zichen, and said: "Zhao, I surrendered, this time you won! I am convinced! "

After finishing speaking, the ball fell to the ground, bouncing and bouncing, and finally rolled on the ground.

Everyone listened and looked at Black in disbelief, the champion, surrendered?
Yes, although very unwilling, but Black finally conceded.

There is no need to compare it at all. Facing this Chinese man with incredible pitching skills, he has no advantage at all.

They don't have that kind of pride, especially when they face some existences that make them almost powerless to fight back, they can't be proud.

Zhao Zichen was not surprised that Black would admit defeat, and retreated step by step, adding psychological pressure to him, even if it was the championship, so what, he still lost.

But it's a pity that Black still doesn't seem to want to tell him who sent him to find him.

Zhao Zichen shook his head with a smile, held the basketball in one hand, and said, "Okay, since you admit defeat, there is no need for us to continue the competition."

At this moment, Xing Luote and Mao Lin also ran to Zhao Zichen's side.

Little Lott grabbed Zhao Zichen's other hand at once, and wanted to pull Zhao Zichen away. Obviously, the little princess was tired of watching this shot.

And the shock in Mao Lin's heart has not subsided. She still can't believe that Zhao Zichen can single out an NBA superstar?Even if it's just in terms of shooting, it's a scary thing.

"Blake, I want to ask you something." At this moment, Zhao Zichen said.

However, before he finished speaking, Black shook his head and said, "Zhao, I admire your strength very much. Let's play together again next time we have a chance."

The implication of this is naturally that he doesn't want to answer any questions from Zhao Zichen.

Zhao Zichen looked at Blake with a determined face, finally sneered, turned around and pulled Little Lott away: "Okay, but next time you will be defeated by me."

"Shit! Megalomaniac!" Looking at Zhao Zichen's leaving back, Black cursed secretly.

What do you think of him?He is the NBA champion!And his advantage is not shooting!He was very dissatisfied with Zhao Zichen's attitude.

At this moment, a fat middle-aged foreigner ran out and shouted: "Guest, please leave the basketball!"

This basketball is something he does business with, how could it be taken away by Zhao Zichen?
It was only when Zhao Zichen had walked about 25 meters that he realized it suddenly. No wonder he always felt weird. It turned out that he was still holding a basketball in his right hand.

Immediately, a mocking laugh appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted: "Sorry, I forgot, I will pay you back now!"

With his back to the basket, 25 meters away, he threw it back.

Everyone just looked at the basketball, which flew all the way from a far away place. In the end, it still entered the basket hollowly, and the tenth ball was scored.

The scene was quiet for about three seconds. At this time, the boss looked at the basketball bouncing not far from him in disbelief, and felt that his heart was also beating at that frequency.

"Did he just throw it away? It seems that I didn't see him turn around?"

"Yes, he didn't look back, he threw it in like trash!"

"Oh my God! He must be a master of Chinese Kung Fu, why doesn't he play in the NBA? Otherwise, I must be a die-hard fan of him!"

"It's crazy that someone can shoot the whole field, God, is it true?"

Apart from exclaiming, the crowd still exclaimed, unable to believe it.

The length of the basketball court is only 28 meters, which is almost the same as the whole court, and it is so scary to throw it in without even looking at it?
Black was about to leave at this time, and seeing this scene when he turned his head, his heart was shocked even more!
He has a feeling that this Huaxia Yang is absolutely extraordinary...

After struggling and hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and ran towards Zhao Zichen.

"Zhao, let's go play something else, there is a shooting game over there!" Little Lot shouted happily.

Zhao Zichen listened, smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

For sports like shooting, Zhao Zichen is confident that no one can do better than himself, because this used to be his career all his life.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "Zhao! Hey! Zhao! Wait for me, wait!"

Zhao Zichen paused, turned around, and saw Black running towards him. He put the hat on his clothes on his black bald head, so that others could not recognize him for a while.

He stopped, a little curious, isn't this guy unwilling to say anything?
Little Lott seemed a little upset, because Black wanted to compete with her for Zhao Zichen's time, so she stood aside with her mouth pouted, staring at Black fiercely.

"Mr. Black, what's the matter? Is there anything else?" Zhao Zichen looked at Black and asked.

Black smiled, and said to Zhao Zichen with some embarrassment: "Zhao, I want to worship you as my teacher, I want you to teach me how to play basketball!"

Shrimp?

Zhao Zichen was taken aback, worship me as a teacher?

He looked at the black championship star in front of him, and felt a little unbelievable, thinking that I can't play basketball, why are you here to ask me to be your teacher?
Immediately he waved his hand and said, "Blake, don't be kidding me. I'm just a layman and I don't know how to play basketball. You have found the wrong person."

"No! I am not wrong, Zhao, I want to learn your shooting skills! Do you know? Even if you are a good shooter in the nba, you are not your opponent. You are simply a shooting genius. Can you teach me how to do it? Did you do it?" Black looked at Zhao Zichen excitedly.

He is already a very strong striker. If his pitching skills can be as strong as Zhao Zichen's, it will be almost perfect!
Now seeing Zhao Zichen's powerful shooting ability, he is very moved.

Zhao Zichen looked at the enthusiastic Blake and was a little speechless.

"No, no, Black, I really don't understand this, you should find someone else." Zhao Zichen waved his hand and said hastily.

However, how could Black believe Zhao Zichen, the god-like shooting skills just now made him admire the five-body shot!
"Zhao! I ask you to teach me, I am willing to worship you as a teacher, just like what you Huaxia said, a teacher for a day, a father for life!" Blake is a very persistent person, especially in his attitude towards basketball , The demands on oneself are even more frighteningly high.

Seeing Zhao Zichen, he was also a little happy, and he will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. Well, if this continues, won't he have an extra son?
He looked at Black jokingly, wondering if he could get any benefit from this big stupid guy.

After a long time, he pulled Blake aside and said in a low voice: "Well, you leave, I hope you can tell me, who told you to come to me? If you don't want to say it, then I will never Maybe accept you as an apprentice."

Black's appearance was obviously a secret move, Zhao Zichen was not used to someone hiding behind him to deal with him.

After hearing Zhao Zichen's words, Black hesitated for a very long time.

One side is an old friend, the other side is a master, how should I choose?