Chapter 57: Slapping the face

He Chen threw the ball to Fang Yifan again.

The second goal started.

Fang Yifan dribbled the ball slowly, his brain operating at high speed on how to break through; he couldn't not score a single goal and be beaten 7:0 like Ji Yangyang!

"Cousin, go for it!"

The cheering of his cousin Lin Lei'er came from outside the court, but there was no cheering from his childhood sweetheart Qiao Yingzi, or his goddess Huang Zhitao, which made him feel very uncomfortable in his heart.

In the past, when he played ball, his goddess Huang Zhitao wouldn't cheer because she was "shy," but his childhood sweetheart Qiao Yingzi would definitely cheer loudly for him.

But this time, even though they had clearly come, they didn't say a word, which made him wonder if it was because the opponent this time was He Chen, so Qiao Yingzi's stance had wavered, leading to the current result.

He grew even more jealous and hateful of He Chen.

He was so handsome, his grades had soared, and now even playing basketball he was starting to crush him; was there any way for people to live!

Lin Lei'er looked nervously at his cousin dribbling on the court.

He felt his cousin was very good, and besides studying, he was very excellent in all aspects, knew a lot, and had a super good mentality, much stronger than himself.

In this kind of conflict, he definitely stood by his cousin and hoped his cousin would win!

Ji Yangyang had already squeezed in, standing with his arms crossed beside Lin Lei'er and the others. Listening to Lin Lei'er's cheering, a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Both people on the court were his rivals.

In his eyes, it was like dogs biting dogs; it would be best if both were injured and lost very embarrassingly.

However, this possibility was too low; the biggest possibility was that there would be a winner and a loser.

Then he hoped the loser would be Fang Yifan.

Right!

Even though the person he hated the most now had become He Chen, this time he hoped Fang Yifan would lose, and lose big, losing as embarrassingly as possible!

No other reason.

Only if Fang Yifan lost embarrassingly and sensationally enough could it better suppress the previous "hot search," which was his own embarrassing matter.

For this kind of hot spot transfer, he was self-taught in his subconscious.

Qiao Yingzi was indeed very conflicted now.

Normally, she would definitely cheer loudly for Fang Yifan, but now Fang Monkey's opponent was He Chen. Not to mention the distance on a psychological level, the physical distance, after that matter at the planetarium, she and He Chen were much closer than her childhood sweetheart Fang Monkey...

A true childhood sweetheart is not as good as a heaven-sent!

She could only remain silent.

Fang Yifan was still dribbling, and He Chen was watching with a smile. He looked full of flaws, but Fang Yifan was facing a formidable enemy.

Because when he opened the ball for the first time, he was stolen from in a way he couldn't understand, which was enough to show how fast He Chen's hands were.

The dribbling and shaking people he learned from Irving weren't easy to use on He Chen.

In the end, he decided to forget it and just shoot directly; at least there was a chance to score, which was better than being stolen from inexplicably while dribbling and not even having a chance to shoot.

He did it as soon as he thought of it, jumping directly, in a standard shooting posture.

Just as the ball left his hand, his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

Because he felt this ball would definitely go in.

Yeah!

This is the feel!

But before he landed, the smile on his face was replaced by a giant palm print that almost slapped directly onto his face.

He saw the basketball that had just been shot being slapped back just as it took off; such a good ball that was destined to go in was actually blocked.

This wasn't slapping the ball to block it at all!

This was clearly slapping his face hard!

Pain!

Too painful!

For a moment, his face felt as if it had been truly slapped, bright red, making him even more unable to accept it than being hit in the face by He Chen's thrown basketball just now!

This was a block!

An extremely insulting action in basketball, very easy to make the person being blocked lose their head!

Too embarrassing!

When he landed and looked with red eyes, he found that He Chen didn't sit by and watch the basketball fly out of the court after being blocked, but instead chased after the basketball that had been slapped away, and dribbled it over again.

Fang Yifan's eyes grew even redder, and for a moment he even forgot the pain of being hit head-on when he was defending closely, and pressed up again.

He Chen let him defend closely and directly learned from Fang Yifan's dry pull jump shot just now.

Fang Yifan immediately jumped up with all his might, reaching out to learn from He Chen's block just now.

Of course, he didn't jump as high, so he didn't ask to block it, just asked to interfere with it.

"Cousin, well done!"

When he landed, hearing his cousin Lin Lei'er's cheering from outside the court, he instantly became ecstatic; sure enough, he had interfered with it, and the ball didn't go in.

It seemed he still had a chance!

He Chen met Fang Yifan's provocative gaze again and smiled, not saying that the reason he didn't make the shot wasn't because he was interfered with by Fang Yifan at all, but because this was his first jump shot in this life, and he had long forgotten the previous life.

Therefore, it was too normal for the first shot not to go in.

However, there was no need to say this truth, lest Fang Yifan still think he was showing weakness.

After taking this shot and estimating the landing difference, he had regained his feel.

There would be plenty of times for Fang Yifan to be heartbroken later!

No rush!

Accompany him to play!

It was Fang Yifan holding the ball again.

And soon he was blocked by He Chen again and lost ball possession. Although Fang Yifan was still uncomfortable, he quickly adjusted and came over to try to interfere with He Chen's shooting.

As long as he didn't let He Chen score, he wouldn't be considered to have lost, or at least wouldn't lose too embarrassingly!

He Chen "was indeed intimidated by him" and didn't dare to shoot, wanting to hold the ball and break through. The feeling of his ribs aching from the head-on impact of close defense returned, and he hurriedly retreated, just like the shot just now, not asking to block, but asking to interfere!

This move worked again.

He Chen tried to break through several times, but was blocked by him in time.

Fang Yifan was overjoyed; as long as he didn't defend closely, he could completely rely on his eyes and technique to "win" by interference. Once He Chen failed to score repeatedly and became annoyed and irritable, it wasn't impossible for him to turn defeat into victory!

What he had to do now was not let He Chen break through.

Fang Yifan stared fixedly at He Chen's dribbling, ready to step forward at any time to block He Chen's path to the basket.

But being so focused, he didn't notice the corner of He Chen's mouth hook up. He just nervously watched He Chen's dribbling become faster and more erratic. He felt He Chen was about to break through to the left, and hurriedly moved to the left, but the next second he immediately sensed something was wrong. Seeing He Chen feint to the right, he subconsciously changed direction too.

But his physical fitness couldn't keep up with his reaction speed. The result of such sudden changes from left to right was a loss of balance, a butt-sit, watching helplessly as He Chen broke through and easily laid up to score another point.

"2:0!"

Listening to a large group of girls cheering in unison, Fang Yifan, who had fallen to the ground, smashed the ground hatefully.

This was the way he most wanted to make He Chen look bad!

He didn't expect that in the second round, He Chen would use it on him, and he had even cooperated.

Pain!

Too painful!

Hand pain!

Face even more painful! ===== CHAPTER 58 =====