My Son Might Be A Villain

As for what this means, probably only the father and son themselves can know.

The game officially begins.

Du Wentao dribbled the ball below, while Lu Shao and Su Han stood on the high platform and threw the ball into the basket below.

The ball is bouncy, and it's actually harder to shoot from the top than from the bottom.

On the field, many can aim at the basket, but most of the balls bounced out after being thrown into the basket.

For a time, the scene was quite chaotic.

Except there is a group.

Lu Shao and Su Han didn't seem to be in a hurry. They didn't rush to throw the ball into the basket as soon as they got it, but observed the situation of the other groups.

After a moment of observation, the two finally picked up the ball and threw it towards the bottom.

almost at the same time.

Fortunately, the billiard ball incident that Su Ran was worried about did not happen again. The two balls hit the wall of the basket one by one, and then rotated along the wall and finally fell into the basket.

Seeing that the two balls didn't pop up like many other groups, Su Ran's heart suddenly relaxed.

Immediately, he cheered with Zhou Qin and the others next to him.

Fantastic! Come on!

On the high platform, Su Han suddenly looked towards this side, as if he was sensing something.

Almost at a glance, I saw Su Ran's figure in the crowd.

A proud smile appeared on the boy's face.

It's too early to ask for credit. Lu Shao's low voice sounded like a basin of cold water was poured over.

I know!

You don't need to remind me! Su Han gave Lu Shao a dissatisfied look and said.

However, he retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the basket below.

Besides, before you talk about me, look at yourself first. Su Han said bluntly, and snorted coldly.

With this cold snort, a ball was thrown out of Su Han's hands again, aiming directly at the basket below.

Seeing this, Lu Shao squinted his eyes, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he also threw the ball in his hand towards the basket.

1, 2, 3...

No, it should be: 2, 4, 6...

Lu Shao and Su Han threw the ball very fast, and almost all of them threw in, but after a while, Su Ran's group's baskets were more than half full.

As a last resort, the two teachers from the school came forward and replaced Su Han and the others with new baskets.

How easy is this project?

The two teachers looked at each other silently.

When they designed this project, they clearly considered the difficulty of the project very fully, and set this project as the most difficult one.

And it was not only the two teachers who were amazed, but also the people on the sidelines of the field.

God, I know that Su Han is very good at basketball. He must not be bad at this game. I don't know that his father is so good!

I feel like my dad and your dad are being hanged and beaten by their group.

...

Su Han's mother, was Su Han's basketball taught by his father? Zhou Qin also turned her head and asked after listening to the discussions around her.

This, it doesn't seem to be there...

Do not! My son is self-taught.

That's genetic! Su Han's father looks like he was an athlete when he was young, right? Zhou Qin approached Su Ran again and asked.

Su Ran: The ghost knows...

However, I feel that our team should have won! Looking at the situation on the field, Zhou Qin said excitedly: Look, the other teams only made a dozen shots at most.

We all have one basket! This one basket, let's talk about fifty or sixty balls, right? After that, Zhou Qin glanced at the father and son in the high place again: Wow, they all threw so much. Well, the speed of the two of them hasn't slowed down at all, is this a rhythm that is ready to make other groups despair?!

Su Ran wanted to say no.

The current state of these two people, where does it seem that they care about the other group, they are clearly pk within the group and compete with each other, okay?

Although he couldn't see it, Su Ran always felt that a wall was formed around the two people to isolate the outside world.

Su Ran sighed silently, and suddenly didn't want to look at the two people who had become the focus but didn't know it at all.

It's just that Su Ran doesn't have to watch it, and Du Wentao's side is miserable.

Although he carried the bucket and filled it with more at a time, he couldn't help the two bosses consume so much!

Du Wentao has run back and forth on the court six or seven times, and now he is almost a dog.

No, Du Wentao just stopped under the stage for two seconds, and then greeted Su Han with a cold light.

Where's the ball?

Uh, right now... Du Wentao spit out two words with difficulty.

He seemed to understand a little bit now why Su Han and his father liked that dustpan so much.

Don't look at the ugly thing, the loading capacity is beyond imagination, and it also has the advantage of tackling!

Looking at the buddy who got the dustpan over there with admiration, Du Wentao ran towards the opposite side again with a look of despair.

...

The whistle blew and the round ended.

Several teachers came to count the number of each group.

19, 21, 7...

As for group 17, well, they don't want to count anymore.

Probably because of the activity

Participatory, the next few projects were not as difficult as they were at the beginning.