Chapter 59: Sword come! Ball come!

"I haven't lost yet!!!"

Qiao Yingzi's persuasion naturally didn't have any effect; instead, it had the opposite effect, and Fang Yifan let out a tiger's roar.

Don't say!

This roar really had the feeling of the background tiger roar when old Yan Song was angry in the Ming Dynasty 1566.

"If you haven't lost, continue!" He Chen threw the ball to Fang Yifan again.

Repeating the same ball possession conversion, it reached He Chen's hands. This time, He Chen didn't want to drag it out anymore, wanting to end it as soon as possible, so as not to affect his return to practice.

So he directly dry-pulled and jump-shot.

And this time, Fang Yifan made an action that shocked everyone; he grabbed He Chen's waist and pulled hard, not letting He Chen jump, wanting to interrupt He Chen's jump shot.

Although a free throw is simpler than a jump shot.

But after all, He Chen hadn't taken a free throw yet!

And what if He Chen wasn't used to it?

What if He Chen's state was affected by his sudden action?

It was better than waiting for death!

But what made him even more unexpected, and what made everyone unexpected, happened: He Chen, who was held, still jumped up and shot.

Right!

Carrying Fang Yifan, He Chen was actually still able to dry-pull and jump.

The whole court gasped in unison!

Hiss!

Terrifying!

This is a high school big boy!

Although he isn't a big fat guy, but rather relatively thin, he is still 1.78 meters tall and weighs nearly 120 jin.

He Chen was actually able to jump with such a burden; what kind of strength is this?

Those girls who like learning materials and computer accessories had their faces turn red again; 120 jin is already the limit weight for many girls, yet in He Chen's place, it was as light as a feather.

If they were intimate, wouldn't any intimate action be possible?

Fang Yifan was even more shocked than them.

He was actually carried up by He Chen. If it weren't for being enemies, at this moment, that sentence "Big brother takes you to show off, takes you to fly" would be too appropriate, wouldn't it?

However, when the sound of the basketball going through the net hollowly came again, he simply couldn't imagine: "Impossible! How is this possible!"

Not only did he carry him flying, but he was also completely unaffected, going through the net hollowly as always; is this really something a human can do?

"Son! You can call daddy now!" He Chen pried open his hands, patted his head, and reminded him with a half-smile: "It's just that this is my first time being a daddy, and I haven't prepared any gifts, so I'll teach you a lesson.

Don't smash people with basketballs in the future, and don't compete with people at every turn, saying you'll call daddy if you lose!

Now you have a daddy!

Two of them!

Even if you are the eternal number one filial son, you can't find another son-daddy for your mother!

Otherwise, you'll really become Lu Fengxian~"

"Why is it female Fengxian?" Someone asked subconsciously.

"Shh!" People on the side hurriedly raised their fingers to indicate not to talk nonsense, but the explanation of whispering in each other's ears couldn't hide it from many people at all.

Who is Lu Fengxian?

A slave of three surnames!

And female Fengxian?

The explanation couldn't be continued at all.

Because everyone looked sideways, completely unable to imagine that it could be interpreted this way, looking at the classmate who explained it as if looking at a pervert.

Fang Yifan's face turned red, and he wanted to smash his fist into He Chen's face, but was caught by He Chen with a backhand.

Qiao Yingzi and the others, seeing Fang Yifan completely lose his composure, also hurriedly came up to pull him away, and begged He Chen to let Fang Yifan go this time.

"I want to fight him!" Fang Yifan was pulled by the crowd, but his mouth was spewing all sorts of harsh words mixed with sophistry: "I haven't lost yet, what right does he have to insult me!"

"Son, you've already lost."

He Chen said a sentence and walked straight out.

He had already had his fill of fun, and naturally wanted to return when the fun was over; he didn't have the time to watch Fang Yifan play the rogue.

"It's only 6:0, I haven't lost yet! So you can't insult me!" Fang Yifan shouted.

"He still has a free throw!" Someone reminded.

"Stop making trouble!" Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao persuaded Fang Yifan one after another.

In their view, this was another opportunity He Chen gave Fang Yifan to make a choice, just like when he won against Ji Yangyang before, but agreed to let Ji Yangyang not execute the bet.

As long as Fang Yifan endured his anger and admitted cowardice now, he could avoid being even more embarrassed.

After it was said, he could also use the excuse that the game didn't reach 7:0 to deny the bet of calling He Chen daddy.

This was already considerate enough.

Now that Fang Yifan was making such a scene, it was completely brainless, just repeating Ji Yangyang's tragedy, looking for a beating himself!

However, Fang Yifan, who was young and vigorous and fought at every turn, how could he listen at this moment.

Especially knowing that Huang Zhitao didn't oppose He Chen approaching, and his childhood sweetheart Qiao Yingzi even wanted to keep her distance from him for He Chen's sake, listening to their persuasion fell into his ears as if they were all praising He Chen and belittling and mocking him for being incompetent; he couldn't calm down at all.

But after being hit by wave after wave of various fancy strikes, he knew he was no match for He Chen at all, so his resistance wasn't very strong, just mouth-cannon output, insisting that it was only 6:0 and he hadn't lost!

Anyway, He Chen had already left.

As long as he didn't admit defeat, he hadn't lost!

Just at this moment, he heard a flat voice, neither light nor heavy, but clearly entered everyone's ears: "Ball come!"

"Coming!"

Not everyone was paying attention to the rogue Fang Yifan; more people were paying attention to He Chen, who was leaving with his fun over, only feeling that he was too handsome.

Before it was just his face!

Now every move was handsome!

When he shouted "Ball come" and reached his hand backward, a tall boy wearing a basketball jersey standing on the side of the court flashed his eyes, responded immediately, and threw the basketball in his hand precisely toward He Chen.

Everyone also felt a jolt in their spirits, as if they had heard "Sword come," making their blood boil, their eyes staring fixedly at He Chen.

They only saw He Chen continue to walk out of the school, without even turning his head, catching the thrown basketball with his hand reaching backward, and then, with his back turned, doing a throw.

The whole court was suddenly silent.

Everyone looked up at the sky, watching the basketball cross the sky, crossing the dense crowd of heads, across the super long distance that felt like it was from one side of the basketball court to the other, precisely hitting the target. The sound of the ball going through the net hollowly seemed to ring in everyone's hearts, making everyone's heart skip a beat at this moment.

What kind of super long three-pointer!

And it was a back-turned random throw!

This could actually go in!

Even without that bet of calling daddy if you lose, Fang Yifan should have knelt on the ground and called daddy.

Too domineering!

Too magical!

"7:0!!!" Wang Yidi was the first to recover from her dumbfounded state and shouted excitedly.

Normally, she, who was dumbfounded, would definitely be mocked by Fang Yifan for having a big mouth, being a catfish spirit, etc., but now no one would say anything to her.

Because the vast majority of people were still in a state of being dumbfounded.

Even Fang Yifan was the same.

In Wang Yidi's eyes, that was the big 0 of 7:0!

Wang Yidi's cheering and shouting woke up the vast majority of people. Qiao Yingzi and the others also recovered from the shock, looking at Wang Yidi, who was shouting, with disgust and unhappiness.

Because being reminded like this, Fang Yifan couldn't even pretend to be dead and leave the court.

The game was finally nailed to 7:0.

Fang Yifan had completely lost the game without any sophistry. ===== CHAPTER 60 =====

Fang Yifan had thoroughly lost the match with no room for sophistry.