legendary basket god

Chapter 93 Killing God Lin Hao
Tang Ji couldn't stand still and fell to the ground. After rolling around on the ground, he stopped.

"Beep!"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Chico rushed to the court and pointed at him.

"Fuck, NMD." Li Yunming also rushed up.

"Garbage, not only poor skills, but also poor quality."

"NNND, bully no one in our English department, right?"

"Push the street, fight, right?"

Some seniors in the English department couldn't stand it anymore, and blatantly scolded him.

"Are you okay?" Lin Hao picked up Tang Ji's glasses and handed them over.

"It's okay, it's just scratched." Tang Ji forced a smile and took the glasses.

"Can you stand up by yourself?" Lin Hao asked.

"Ah."

Seeing Tang Ji standing up, Lin Hao breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

If you can stand up by yourself, then there shouldn't be a big problem.

"This, this, this, this, do you feel it?" Lin Hao pressed Tang Ji's arms, legs, and other joints a little harder.

After so long of professional physical training, Lin Hao also knows a lot of the basic structure of the body, and he also knows the conventional inspection methods.

Fortunately, when Tang Ji fell, he rolled in a circle and lost more than half of his strength.

And the quality of the court is good. On the concrete floor, a layer of paint was applied, so it was only scratched a little.

Lin Hao looked at Brother Qi who was being held back, and it was about to turn into a gang fight at any moment.

"Tang Ji, go down and rest first." Lin Hao said in a deep voice.

"Be careful yourself."

Lin Hao nodded and walked towards the crowd.

Seeing Lin Hao approaching, the bystanders couldn't help being silent, and took a step back subconsciously.

Everyone looked at Lin Hao who was approaching step by step, and everyone consciously gave way to Lin Hao.

Even Qi Ge, who was extremely excited, couldn't help but stop his hand movements.

The person who pushed Tang Ji just now looked at Lin Hao who was approaching, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

But Lin Hao didn't even look him in the eye, and quietly walked in front of the referee.

Looking at Lin Hao with a calm face, I don't know if it was because of the hot weather. The referee's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his palms were full of sweat, and his back was soaked.

The referee swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth slightly, and found that he couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry, the classmate is too enthusiastic and has caused you trouble." Lin Hao said calmly.

"It's okay." The referee spat out two words with difficulty.

"We are willing to accept punishment for entering the pitch at will."

"Similarly, we believe that the referee will judge this game with absolute fairness." Lin Hao changed the subject, staring at the referee's eyes.

"Yeah." The referee nodded numbly.

"All the students in the English Department, our team is not crooked, and we will beat our opponents on the court with dignity."

"So you guys, just watch our performance."

There is no loudspeaker, no microphone, and no stereo, but Lin Hao's voice clearly spread throughout the stadium and penetrated into everyone's heart, making everyone subconsciously believe in Lin Hao.

"Old Wutou, this junior is very good." A tall and strong man looked at Lin Hao from the sidelines and said.

Those who are familiar with him will definitely be shocked to hear that he even praised others as "very good" on the basketball court.

"Haha, to be honest, when I chose him, I didn't know he had such a side." Wu Bo said with a smile.

"I'm relieved that the team will be handed over to him in the future." The tall and strong young man said with a gloomy expression.

"Ahou, how about we win the championship this year?" Wu Bo turned his head and looked at Wang Cunhou seriously.

Wang Cunhou looked at Wu Bo in shock, took a breath, his throat became parched instantly, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Ahou, this year is your last year, and it is also the last year for Yiyuanfeng, Du Lezheng, Chang Hongyu, and Luo Yuchen." Wu Bo looked into the distance and paused.

Wang Cunhou nodded with difficulty, his eyes flickered, and he remembered that when he was a freshman, they were also called the golden generation of Lingnan University.

It can be said that the best team in recent decades, also with their growth, the team's strength has a qualitative leap.

But behind the brilliance is often a long-term sinking, and the next golden generation does not know when it will be.

Also, even if they wait, who can guarantee that they will surpass today's golden generation?

"Champion?" Wang Cunhou said this seemingly simple, but actually extremely heavy word.

"National champion?" Wang Cunhou said again.

"Actually, I still have a selfish intention." Wu Bo's expression showed sadness.

"During the summer vacation, several professional teams came to me and hoped that I would be their head coach. I plan to go to a higher stage to watch while I am young, while I still have momentum, and while my heart is hot now. .This year may be my last year in Lingnan."

"Coach." Wang Cunhou couldn't help crying when he heard Wu Bo's words.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle interrupted their conversation.

The referee adopted a non-help approach in the penalty this time, awarding the ball to the English department.

Malicious fouls in the marketing class should have been called two free throws and one throw, while the English department should have called two free throws and one throw for interfering with the game.

With boos from the audience, the game restarted.

Lin Hao ran to the outside to catch the ball, held the ball with one hand, and looked at the five opponents.

The people in the marketing class looked at Lin Hao nervously, and Lin Hao's defensive players were even shaking their legs.

"The summer league didn't force out my strength, Long Qiandao didn't force out my strength, it's these rubbish who don't know how to humiliate me." Lin Haowei looked up at the dazzling sun.

The opponent found that Lin Hao was distracted, and took the opportunity to shoot the ball from Lin Hao's hand.

Lin Hao dribbled the ball behind his back and easily avoided the steal, and accelerated directly into the three-point line.

The four on the other side shrank immediately, wanting to put Lin Hao in the dumpling, but how could the mob trap Jiaolong.

Lin Hao looked at the menacing four and sneered: "It's ridiculous not to let me dunk even if I want to foul."

There was no flinch in Lin Hao's eyes, nor any hesitation or slowness in his movements.

Lin Hao grasped the ball with both hands, and at the same time, an opponent player reached out and wanted to hit the ball, but he couldn't catch it.

But Lin Hao could be held by him, Lin Hao broke free directly, but because he wanted to force Lin Hao, his hand was taken and almost dislocated.

Lin Hao took off, and the opponent's center had no way to retreat, so he had to give it a go.

"Go away." Lin Hao shouted.

"Bang." The center forward's face changed, his facial features huddled together, he felt his internal organs were rolling, as if he was hit by a truck and flew away.

"Ah~~~" The center forward was knocked three meters away by Lin Hao, fell to the ground and screamed.

Lin Hao held the basketball high, directly broke through the obstacles rushing from both sides of the air, and pointed directly at the basket.

"BOOM." Lin Hao grabbed the basket with one hand, turned his head and looked down at the scattered marketing team.

"I didn't foul the referee, right?" Lin Hao asked in an unquestionable tone.

"Beep." The referee made a 2+1 gesture at the same time.

(End of this chapter)