A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

It took a while for everyone to finish their warm-up exercises before they saw the familiar trolley in the equipment room coming towards them.

But soon some people found something was wrong.

"Huh? Why did Zhuang Shen walk by without taking anything?"

"Who is that pushing the cart?"

"Wait... the person pushing the cart seems to be Shen Wen!"

"You want to fart, Shen Wen is pushing the cart, and Zhuang Shen is walking barehanded? I'm afraid you want to be beaten into the ground."

"My friend, you can donate your eyes to those in need. Open your eyes and take a good look."

"Fuck... what's going on, Shen Wen is helping Zhuang Shen push the cart?!"

Shen Wen easily pushed the car over and stopped in front.

However, the people in the class didn't rush up to get the equipment like before, they still didn't move, they just looked at Shen Wen and Zhuang Shen with their eyes.

Very confused.

Jiang Huai called several other people over to greet him: "Brother Wen, let's go, everyone is waiting at the basketball court."

The basketball court is next to the plastic playground, Zhuang Shen was half-pulled over by Shen Wen: "It's true that I was wrong about what happened just now, so how about giving you the best position to watch the game?"

not so good.

Compared to watching the game, he wants to go back and do some quizzes.

Zhuang Shen looked back.

The entire stadium is tightly blocked, and the entrance is full of girls. If you have a support card in your hand, it will be like a star chasing scene.

Zhuang Shen could only sit down on the wooden chair, turn on his mobile phone, and prepare to brush up the questions.

In the whole venue, he was the only one sitting idly on a chair, with indifferent brows and eyes, and the style of a big boss.

A few people were about to start when another group of people came in from the door and raised their voices: "What's the point of sparring in your own class, why don't we two compare each other?"

Zhuang Shen felt that the voice was familiar.

The person who spoke was the yellow hair of that day.

He brought a group of boys from Class [-] in, and smiled at Shen Wen and the others: "What do you think?"

Jiang Huai glanced at Shen Wen, obviously wanting to ask him what he meant.

Shen Wen half-closed his eyebrows, and replied without a tone: "Okay."

Two squads, before Zhuang Shen clicked on the practice pass, he happened to see Huang Mao and the others facing Shen Wen and the others.

It's quite noisy around, but when he really gets into the mood, he can block out the sounds a little bit.

After not being immersed for a long time, a burst of screaming suddenly broke out.

Zhuang Shen raised his head, just in time to see the moment when Shen Wen shot the ball, his raised hands came down with distinct knuckles.

Zhuang Shen continued to brush up the questions, and after a while, there was another heart-piercing chicken crowing.

Looking up, Shen Wen made a three-pointer.

Zhuang Shen always felt that he was in a good state when he was brushing the questions, but only today did he realize that he had never encountered such a noisy time.

In their class, Shen Wen was basically scoring, and the score increased, Huang Mao's face was very ugly.

Zhuang Shen couldn't stay any longer, so he stood up and prepared to find a place to go out.

At this moment, the originally excited and noisy venue suddenly paused, and some people talked a lot: "What's the matter with that man?"

"Did Class Nine foul just now?"

"That yellow-haired brother from class nine, he hasn't made a single shot in SG, but he has a way of hitting people."

Zhuang Shen frowned, and saw a boy in his class on the field lying on the ground, his knee was worn out, blood was oozing out, and his ankle seemed to be twisted, and he was carried towards the chair by someone.

Shen Wen's face was also not very good-looking, he stood opposite Huang Mao, with serious eyes: "Is this how you guys compete?"

"What? I didn't do anything. He was so fast and hit me. My hand hurts now." Huang Mao rubbed his hand and smiled: "So there are few people here. , call another one, just him."

Just as Zhuang Shen took a look, Huang Mao pointed at him: "Come here and replace the person just now."

It would be fine if Huangmao only cared about the score before bumping into someone, but Zhuang Shen could tell from this move that he was still struggling with what happened that day.

Huang Mao didn't dare to catch the attention of Shen Wen and Jiang Huai, so he hurt others on purpose, and then led Zhuang Shen in.

Jiang Huai stood in front of Huang Mao and rushed at him: "You said he fucked him? Who do you think you are?"

Huang Mao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I just thought he would hit him, so I didn't dare to let it go, and I didn't hit him on the head, so you don't need it?"

Seeing his face pretending to be a victim, Jiang Huai got angry: "You fucking!"

"I'll go." Zhuang Shen walked in, with a thin body, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth were a little cold: "But I have one condition."

Huang Mao narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"Let's make a bet, whichever side loses, just stand on the podium in front of the playground and yell daddy to the winning class." Zhuang Shen gave him a wanton look, and said coolly: "It shouldn't be a big deal. Big bet, of course, if you don’t dare, forget it.”

Huang Mao has also provoked this sentence, but now that Zhuang Shen is here, if he says he doesn't dare, it won't be a slap in the face every minute.

Huang Maoyin glanced at him fiercely, pursed his lips: "Okay, let's bet."

Seeing him leaving, Jiang Huai immediately leaned over: "Which position do you usually play?"

"I can do it," Zhuang Shen asked, "Which position was played by the person who went down just now?"

Jiang Huai: "Control..."

"Which position are you good at?" Shen Wen interrupted him.

Zhuang Shen raised his eyes and repeated inexplicably: "I can do anything."

Shen Wen was amused by his stubbornness.

"Then may I know which position you are best at playing?" Shen Wen said slowly, looking at his dark eyes.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, as if some bloody storm was brewing, Jiang Huai was caught in the middle: "???"

Zhuang Shen could only let go: "Shooting guard, I play more."

He prefers to shoot threes.

Shen Wen raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled softly.

"Brother Wen, what are you laughing at?" Jiang Huai was shocked, and Brother Wen was afraid that he would lose his mind: "You two are in the same position, what's so funny?"

Shen Wen suppressed his smile, and said to Zhuang Shen, "Then you score, and I'll play point guard."

Jiang Huai: "???"

It's over, brother Wen's mind is really broken.

The person who just went down was the point guard, and Shen Wen was actually willing to give up his position to Zhuang Shen.

Still without knowing the opponent's strength.

"Brother Wen, you are my father! Don't say such earth-shattering words?!" Jiang Huai tried his best to turn the tide, "The whole team relies on you to score! You still let it out?!"

Zhuang Shen didn't understand where Shen Wen had such confidence in him. Although he played well, he really didn't understand Shen Wen's blind confidence.

Seeing that Shen Wen didn't let go, Jiang Huai discussed with Zhuang Shen: "I'm a small forward, why don't you replace me? Anyway, these two are similar."

Just as Zhuang Shen was about to nod his head, Shen Wen lowered his head, adjusted his wristbands slowly, and said in a low voice: "You stay in your place, we will change."

This issue has been discussed for too long, and Zhuang Shen has no opinion: "That's it."

Jiang Huai was a little scared.

The person next to them who heard their conversation also pointed at Zhuang Shen.

"What's the situation, does this mean that we must pass the ball to Zhuang Shen in the future?"

"The question is how is he playing?"

"No matter how good he plays, can he have Shen Wen? As long as Shen Wen can score the ball passed to Shen Wen, can Zhuang Shen do it?"

"I just came to watch Shen Wen shoot, can I leave now?"

"Zhuang Shen can't be a spy sent by the other side, right? At that time, our class will not be called Class Nine's father?"

Huang Mao, who learned of this, also hugged his chest and smiled.

Originally, he just wanted to call Zhuang Shen in, and let his brothers take the opportunity to teach him a good lesson. It is very difficult to win under Shen Wen, the shooting king. He didn't expect Shen Wen to let Zhuang Shen play SG.

This kills two birds with one stone.

It can not only teach him a lesson, but also make him kneel down and call him father without losing face.

At the beginning of the third quarter, Huang Mao from Class Nine and another tall man followed Zhuang Shen's figure, almost inseparable.

They were waiting for the moment when they approached, and attacked Zhuang Shen.

Zhuang Shen was blocked by the two of them, not only did not get angry, but his expression was indifferent.

Huang Mao flirted with the tall man, and was about to make a move when Zhuang Shen spoke suddenly.

"How is Fan Sheng doing at home?" Under the sun, the coolness on his face did not dissipate: "Aren't you lackeys afraid to end up with him?"

Huang Mao was so angry that his brain went blank for a moment, and at this second, Zhuang Shen suddenly shook his sight!

On the other side, Shen Wen who got the ball glanced at him and passed the ball quickly.

Zhuang Shen dribbled the ball and was about to shoot from outside the three-point line. Huang Mao, who came back to his senses, immediately followed him and stood in front of him, his face turning pale and blue.

Zhuang Shen met his hateful gaze and suddenly smiled.

Then Zhuang Shen dribbled the ball, turned around, and faced the basket next to him.

Everyone, including Huang Mao, was stunned for a second.

"What is Zhuang Shen doing? What is he doing to the basket in our class?!"

"Hastily, he can't really be a spy sent by the opposite side, can he? Want to shoot an own goal?"

"Hurry up and get someone! Stop him!"

In this second, when everyone really thought that Zhuang Shen was a hidden traitor, Zhuang Shen raised the ball.

This time, even Huangmao couldn't tell what mood he was in.

Is Zhuang Shen really on their side?

Maybe Zhuang Shen and Pan Ran realized that he couldn't offend him, so they wanted to throw an own goal to curry favor with him?

Throughout the basketball court, everyone looked at Zhuang Shen in shock, confusion, and nervousness.

No one from Class Nine came up to stop him.

Huang Mao paused on the spot, raised the corners of his lips, and even looked forward to Zhuang Shen's next move in his heart.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhuang Shen faced the ball stand on his side, raised his hand suddenly, and threw the basketball forcefully!

The speed of this blow was almost an afterimage, and everyone saw the brown basketball flying away from his white fingertips.

The brown ball shadow was mixed with the breeze and shot towards the ball rack. Pushed by gravity, it slammed into the backboard, swayed twice, and smashed into the basket.

Perfect shot.

The basketball fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, but no one picked it up.

The entire basketball court fell into dead silence, and everyone looked at Zhuang Shen dully.

The ball is not the focus of everyone at this time, the focus is on this person.

Three seconds later, earth-shattering screams erupted from the basketball court, deafening, even crazier than Shen Wen's shot before!

"Did you see it? Did you see it! Three pointers with your back on the board!! And the fucking hit!!!"

"Although I didn't pay attention to how he shot the ball just now, but he is so fucking handsome!"

"Who said you want to shoot an own goal? Who said that?! Come out for me! I'll tell you now, you can shoot a three-pointer in the opposite direction!"

"It's the first time I saw someone shoot a three-pointer and no one blocked it. The enemy team even stood there and paid attention hahaha!"

"Ah, ah, Zhuang Shen, I love you——!"

The author has something to say: [Zhuang Shen before shooting]

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【After Zhuang Shen made a shot】

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