Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2100 Can you teach me?

Not to mention playing basketball, the basketball court may not even be able to enter, so it doesn't matter whether the person accompanying him can play or not, the important thing is, as long as there is an adult around!

Seeing Mingze stubbornly picking up the ball again and again, and throwing it into the basket again and again, she inexplicably felt her nose sore, just because she didn't have her father.

Therefore, a seven or eight-year-old child has to live so cautiously. The damage caused by childhood may not be healed when he grows up...

"Hahaha..." The children began to laugh out loud, full of sarcasm.

"Long and not tall, like a girl, with no strength at all, it's strange to be able to throw it in."

"That is, did you think that bringing the monk here would make him different from before?"

"Hahaha……"

"His mother is a vixen, seduces other men everywhere, even monks..."

"It's disgusting, I want to hit him as soon as I see him..."

"This kind of person is dirty even in his blood, and he doesn't know how to have the face to go out..."

The children's all kinds of unbearable sarcasm did not make Mingze stop.

He just continued to shoot with red eyes, it is not difficult to see that he has heard these words too much, and he has long been numb.
As long as you don't hit him, he can still live well...

In this world, there is a kind of injury that is like an invisible sharp edge, and that is language. The knife does not see blood, and the knife is heart-wrenching, killing people invisible.

Jian Junxi felt as if her heart had been stung by a wasp, and she began to ache. She knew that the children were pure white paper.

To be able to scold such ugly words must be heard from adults, and they cannot be blamed, but this kind of huge injury should not be suffered by a child.

At least, she felt that she needed to do something, and raised her eyes to look at the basketball hoop, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

She thought that she used to know how to hit, she pursed her dry lips and said, "Mingze, can you let Uncle try?"

"Hmm..." Mingze picked up the basketball on the ground and handed it to her while lowering his head, as if trying to hide the mist in his eyes...

Jian Junxi took the basketball with a big hand, it felt very good, and there was an indescribable familiarity in his heart.

There was light in her eyes, and she raised the basketball with her slender but chilblained index finger, and let the basketball circle around her fingertips.

"Wow, this monk is so powerful, I thought only Yingmu Huadao could turn?"

"Tch, many people will be fine!"

"Oh my god, the rotation is so steady, I think he must be very good at basketball..."

"This action is so cool, I really want to learn it..."

"Knowing how to turn the ball is not necessarily good at playing. You practice every day for a few years. Believe it or not, you can turn better than him!"

A senior boy said unconvinced, and stared at Jian Junxi angrily.

Mingze raised his head suddenly when he heard the voice, when he saw the basketball circling on Jian Junxi's index finger.

The crystal eyes were filled with joy, and he said hoarsely: "Uncle, you are so good, I want to learn, can you teach me?"

"Okay!" After Jian Junxi finished speaking, he raised the basketball handsomely with one hand.

Like being possessed by the prince of basketball, the ball was gently thrown into the air, the basketball flew towards the basketball hoop, hit the backboard and landed on the edge of the basket, and after two circles, it fell firmly into the bag... …

For a moment, the audience was silent...

All the children's pupils widened, and even Mingze's pupils were full of disbelief.

Jian Junxi took a few steps forward and dribbled the ball beyond the three-point line handsomely
(End of this chapter)