Wealthy maniac sits on son-in-law

Chapter 348
There was blackness in Chong's eyes, which meant that it was over.

This atmosphere is called an embarrassment.

"It's definitely not counted. No one said to start, okay?"

Wang Zhong began to act like a rascal, strictly speaking, it seemed to be the same.

However, this kind of one-on-one, where there is so much strictness to speak of.

"I don't think it counts either. There is no lottery. Is there any benefit if you lose to me?"

Bu Jing was stunned, with a cold snort in his eyes.

"I'll call you grandpa if I lose. There's no need to set the lottery if you win."

Wang Dazheng was overjoyed, and he never thought that the other party would agree so easily.

He had lost in the first place, so he had to pretend his generosity right now.

"What kind of prize is it for you to call me grandpa? That's fine. I don't want to bully you either. If you lose, get the hell out of here."

Bu Jing snorted coldly again.

The special team is everywhere, and Bu Jing may not be at the scene of what happened before.

However, the members of the special team are always in contact with each other, intelligence analysis, and he actually understands what happened very well.

Just take the pitch.

"I'll let you hold one hand."

Wang Zhong remained calm, the goal was achieved, he still put his hands behind his back, this time he had already concentrated on it, and he would never miss the ball.

"This old man is so lucky!"

"Yeah, he's just someone who can't play!"

"Don't think about it this time."

A group of Jinling team members gritted their teeth, Wang Zhong lost his lord just now, but there is still an excuse.

There is always luck in things like shooting, and this is also a normal thing.

"Is it better this time?"

After getting the ball, Bu Jing sneered.

Wang Zhong was concentrating, and he made an OK gesture.

Bang bang bang!
Bu Jing kept hitting the ball.

boom!
Suddenly, the ball hits the foot.

The audience roared with laughter. Obviously, Bu Jing not only had the wrong shooting posture, but also had no experience in dribbling.

Extremely embarrassed, Bu Jing hurriedly turned around to catch the ball.

Wang Zhong smiled contemptuously, and Bu Jing caught the ball again.

It picks up the ball.

boom!
He didn't even dribble the ball, he just threw it out. The problem at the moment was not that he didn't dribble, but that he didn't even turn around and turned his back to shoot.

He flicked his hands back without any rules, just like many girls throwing a softball for an exam.

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded, he had already straightened up, he didn't need to guard against this kind of ball at all.

"I hit again!"

"what?"

Hearing it clearly, Wang Zhong's face turned pale, and he looked back.

The net wobbled, and he looked at his players again. His players gestured to him, and it was obvious that he had really hit it.

"Is this Nima too amazing?"

"I think it's still luck."

"It's not a big deal if someone wins five million."

"That's right, where is there someone who votes like this?"

In the audience, many students were practicing the ball themselves, and now they are forced to pass.

This old man is really arrogant, and his luck has to go to heaven.

Zhao Tianyu was just watching and laughing.

Qin Fangfang's two daughters were also speechless.

Others think it's luck, but Zhao Tianyu can't think it's luck.

As a doctor of Southern Medicine, his first-hand acupuncture method is at its peak, and even a flying needle can hit the empty spot.

Not to mention such a big ball, such a big basket.

Can't dribble, as a master of Southern Medical Martial Arts, no one can compare to his accuracy in throwing a stone, Zhao Tianyu will definitely not be surprised.

What's more, he didn't know how many miracles he had seen, which was much more arrogant than Bu Jing.

Everyone sighed at the miracle. The emotions of the authorities could not be so simple. The people of Jinling University just want to vomit blood at the moment. How could they expect such a result.

"Okay, one more ball."

Wang Zhong gritted his teeth, and spoke uprightly, as if he was an international referee judging a foul.

"what?"

"Isn't this shameless?"

"playing what?"

"Even if there is an accidental possibility of losing, but losing is losing, why is this so?"

Wang Zhongwan was shameless, and many people around him couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhao Tianyu just wanted to laugh.

In sports, winning or losing is too important.

After all, Wu Wu is second, and sports are the same.

But it doesn't mean that such things as face don't exist, the current Wang Zhong really doesn't want any face.

"Why is the voice so loud? Listen to what I said just now. Three shots, and he wins if he hits one. It means that every three shots must hit one, understand?"

Wang Zhong snorted coldly and opened his mouth to explain.

The Jinling team members next to him couldn't bear to listen.

However, they would not turn their arms out, and everyone echoed Wang Zhong's statement.

"Dare you still hit two in one shot?"

"Why not, does adding a penalty count? Just talking about the second grade, does it count if you don't get it?"

The Jinling University team is completely ashamed at the moment. The players are outnumbered, and their mouths are so slippery.

Anyway, don't be shameless, it's okay for everyone to be shameless.

"It's okay, sir, I'm easy to talk."

Bu Jing didn't care, the ball was already in his hands.

boom!
Wang Zhong has already pushed forward.

Bu Jingdu hadn't grasped the ball firmly yet, and that guy didn't care if he gave up with one hand or not, he just grabbed the ball with both hands.

The ball was slightly touched by Wang Zhong, and he immediately let go of it. In fact, it couldn't be called letting go, because it didn't reach Bu Jing's hands at all.

Bang bang, the ball has gone towards the other half.

Bu Jing turned his head to catch the ball, as long as the ball didn't come out, of course this round of offense was not over.

24 seconds is still there.

As far as speed is concerned, Wang Zhong certainly has no way to compare with Bu Jing, but no one can sense the real speed difference in just half a court.

The first feeling was that Bu Jing was chasing the ball, and Wang Zhong didn't want to get close to him.

At the next breath, Bu Jing had already got the ball on the sideline of the opposite basket, and Wang Zhong was not far away, still trying to steal the ball forcibly.

boom!
The ball still flies out.

The same.

Wang Zhong doesn't know how to defend at all, throwing the ball from the bottom line of the basket across half court, there is no need for defense.

He has turned his head.

Everyone's eyes fell on the ball.

The ball has almost no parabola, just like a baseball being hit.

The Nets swayed and the ball still fell. This scene was too weird.

The ball hits again.

The audience was suffocated, and absolutely no one made a sound.

Wang Zhong kept rubbing his eyes, perhaps because he would not believe this scene.

"What's the matter?"

"Why did you hit it again?"

"Is this old man a god?"

In the audience, there were doubts and doubts, but as long as they were not fools, they had to admit that the old man was accurate.

One hit, two hits is luck, three hits is still luck, isn't this a fool, and look at Bu Jing's confidence, even if he is the god of basketball, he can't find such a strong confidence on his face, okay?

Wang Zhong was finally left dumbfounded.

In the audience, there was continuous applause, and in the applause, there was also ridicule.

It seems easy to understand who to applaud and who to laugh at.

"What are you doing in a daze? Waiting for me to drive people away?"

Seeing Wang Zhong's bewilderment, Bu Jing opened his mouth to chase him away, his tone was blunt.

The Jinling team members were all frustrated.

(End of this chapter)