School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

Nowadays, more and more beauties gather at the track and field, and Zhang Zetian's confidence has greatly increased. He must not let himself be embarrassed in front of the beauties.

At this time, Chen Xiaoyi didn't even look at Zhang Zetian, she just bit her red lips, seemingly very nervous.

Judging from Zhang Zetian's performance during this period, it is difficult for Qin Changshou to beat Zhang Zetian in basketball. She now wants to find an opportunity to go over and let Qin Changshou understand the rules of basketball.

However, Qin Changshou did not respond to the hint she gave, and now he has picked up the basketball and is ready to shoot.

According to Zhang Zetian, Qin Changshou was the one to accept the challenge, so he was asked to dribble first, with Qin Changshou attacking and Zhang Zetian responsible for the defense.

At this time, Qin Changshou grabbed the basketball with his right hand and looked at the basketball hoop not far away.

He didn't lie and deceive others. Neither the original host nor he had ever touched basketball. He only occasionally came across short videos of basketball games when he accidentally browsed videos on his mobile phone.

So, he really doesn't know how to play basketball.

However, Qin Changshou also knows the most direct and important condition for winning, which is to score as long as he throws the basketball into the basket.

At this moment, it was up to him to attack. The goal was simple, which was to break through Zhang Zetian's defense and score a goal.

"It's time to start, why aren't you moving?"

"You can't even dribble, can you?"

When Zhang Zetian saw Qin Changshou standing there holding the basketball and making no move, he started to taunt him.

Qin Changshou glanced at him coldly, then grabbed the basketball with his right hand and slammed it towards Zhang Zetian's position.

Zhang Zetian's expression froze and he immediately dodged.

He had already suffered a loss at the hands of Qin Changshou just now, and he fully understood how powerful Qin Changshou was when he threw the ball.

However, it was impossible for him to hit the target a second time with the same move. This time he chose to dodge quickly and had no intention of catching the ball with both hands.

The handsome men and beauties who were watching also sighed. They originally had some expectations for Qin Changshou, but they never expected that Qin Changshou would directly hit people with the ball.

"Oh, this guy doesn't understand basketball at all!"

"Yes, yes. How can you throw the ball directly to your opponent? Isn't this throwing yourself into a trap?"

"The strength gap between the two sides is too big. It's really boring. Let's break up. Let's break up!"

"Wait, look!"

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly someone screamed, and with a loud noise, the basketball thrown by Qin Changshou bounced off the ground and then bounced into the ball frame.

This was the first time for everyone to see such a miraculous thing, and everyone was completely confused.

At the same time, everyone was also amazed by Qin Changshou's amazing arm strength. Even if he smashed the ball on the ground, he still had such terrifying elasticity.

"Wow, can you score a goal like this?"

"This is too much nonsense!"

"We have long said that the majesty of the gods cannot be blasphemed, and licking the gods is also a god!"

"The licking god is mighty, the licking god is domineering, I am so magnificent, the great licking god!"

Immediately, the group of cuties who had awakened to the dog-licking attribute went crazy, and their noise was far greater than that of the little fans.

But not long after, someone said that the ball's elasticity was good because of its quality, and that Qin Changshou's goal was purely a coincidence.

After everyone became quieter, Qin Changshou looked at Zhang Zetian with a dull expression and asked: "The ball was scored, does this count?"

Zhang Zetian's mouth twitched. He didn't expect Qin Changshou to pull this trick. He had known that he would have caught the ball with both hands just now.

"You're very lucky, you score a goal!" Zhang Zetian pretended to be relaxed, but his hands were shaking with anger.