In his previous life, Wan Feng, with a height of 1.71 meters, represented Team 42 and won the runner-up in the three-point basketball championship.

He was then selected to join the three-point court team to participate in the Red General Court basketball championship and won the runner-up.

Then I joined the Red General Court Basketball Team and participated in the basketball game of the Bei'an Agricultural Reclamation Branch. Unfortunately, I was the runner-up again.

In these three runner-up games, he was the main player in the first two and the main substitute in the last one.

With a height of 1.71 meters, Wan Feng was able to join the team and perform well on the field. He must have developed some unique skills.

In this life, his height became 1.8 meters, which made him even more powerful.

With the secret weapon in hand, the world is mine.

As soon as Wan Feng came on the court, he aimed at the opponent's number six. This guy probably didn't look down on Wan Feng who was facing him. He slipped to the baseline, received the pass from the defender, and turned three steps in the air and prepared to make a hard shot.

Unfortunately, Wan Feng slapped the ball head-on and sent it flying out of bounds.

Little guy, you are almost as tall as me and you dare to play tricks in front of me. My seven or eight years of martial arts training have been in vain!

The General Administration team served the ball, and this time No. 6 received the ball and faced Wan Feng directly.

This guy was probably not satisfied after being blocked by Wan Feng, so he wanted to play one-on-one with Wan Feng to get the ball.

"Come on! Let me show you how powerful my Sunflower Acupressure Technique is."

Number Six obviously didn't know what the Sunflower Finger Technique was, so he rushed towards Wan Feng with the ball.

Not to mention, Number Six had very skilled techniques, and his dribbling was very Kobe-like. With a fake move, he slipped past Wan Feng and raised his hand to make a layup.

Then player number six felt someone tickling his armpits, and he lost his breath, and the ball hit Lan's neck.

Wan Feng snatched the ball from behind No. 6 and dribbled past midfield while the guy was shouting at the referee that he had called a foul.

Perhaps it was the two thousand yuan sponsorship from Wan Feng that worked, and this time the people from Jiangbian Police Station were no longer so careless. When the forward went down to the bottom line, Wan Feng's ball fell into his hands in time, and he made a reverse layup.

The ball goes in!

After the ball went in, number six was still explaining to the referee that the other team had tickled his armpit.

The referee ignored him. How could he make the decision if he didn't see it?

Wan Feng teased No. 6 twice in a row, which made No. 6 angry. From then on, he started to argue with Wan Feng.

Is this the right approach? This is the result we want.

Number Six is ​​the opponent's top scorer, so if we silence him, everything will be easier.

Since I can't catch up with your level, why not just lower your level to be the same as mine?

Wan Feng used all his skills. His special move was to stick to the opponent like rubber and then perform various small moves, such as pulling the opponent's pants, grabbing the crotch, tickling the armpits, covering the eyes with the elbows and then talking trash.

It's just to prevent you from scoring a goal, to make you angry and upset. It would be even better if you got so angry that you slapped yourself twice and got sent off the field.

Unfortunately, the police still have some quality. Although No. 6 was angry, he just didn't take action.

During the fight with Number Six, Wan Feng made a surprising new discovery: Number Six actually had chest hair like a foreigner!

People with a lot of body hair are a sign of incomplete evolution. Almost all foreigners have that thing.

Of course Wan Feng had to help the other party complete the final stage of evolution.

When slaughtering a pig, you have to remove all the hair. As a grown Chinese man, do you have the nerve to go out with hair on your chest?

Wanfeng follows Leifeng’s good example.

As a result, Wan Feng plucked out hundreds of No. 6's chest hairs, making No. 6 so angry that he gritted his teeth.

However, Wan Feng's foul was so covert that the referee could hardly detect it.

This is not a light case, Wan Feng has a lot of garbage in his mouth.

"Uncle policeman, are you angry? Do your teeth hurt from anger? Will you hit me? If you hit me, I promise not to call the police to beat people up."

"Left, right, left, right."

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded and made a traveling gesture.

Number six slammed the ball hard on the ground.

Wan Feng kept pestering him from behind: "Look, I told you to go that way, and you went that way. This is not how you should be obedient. You are walking, aren't you?"

Number Six was so angry that he felt like biting someone.

After No. 6 was completely out of shape due to Wan Feng's disruption, Wan Feng went to disrupt the next one. Anyway, he was like a shit stirrer, disrupting the rhythm of the General Administration team one by one.

Whether playing ball or soccer, there are rules to follow. If one side's rhythm is disrupted, its playing style will be disrupted and its luck will decline. Then the other side's playing style will naturally become smooth and its luck will improve.

After Jiangbian Police Station chased the ball for a few times, the players on the field became more confident and dared to make moves and shoot.

The weird thing is that as long as they dare to shoot, the ball will go in. No matter how they shoot, they will score. Especially after a few nonsensical shots go in, the morale is greatly boosted.

In contrast, the opponent was completely thrown into disarray and didn't score a single point in the last seven or eight minutes.

As the game was about to end, the two sides were tied at 66.

The ball is in the hands of the General Administration team.

Wan Feng stood in the three-second zone and loudly directed his teammates to defend. Seeing that they had a chance of winning, the Jiangbian team defended with all their might, and the General Administration team was about to commit an offensive violation.

At the critical moment, the center of the General Administration team stood up. He ran back to the basket and jumped into the air. The guard of the General Administration team just happened to throw the ball over his head.

The center of the General Administration team received the ball and was about to make an aerial relay, when he heard a roar.

"Your pants are down!"

The center forward of the General Administration team, who was in the air, felt his anus tighten when he heard this.

This triggered a chain reaction.

When the anus tightens, it will naturally affect the sphincter, which in turn drives the abdominal muscles. The abdominal muscles in turn affect the pectoral muscles, and the pectoral muscles in turn interfere with the biceps and triceps, etc., so the force of the attack will be a little greater.

The basketball rolled around the blue basket and came out, landing right on Wan Feng's head.

Wan Feng didn't have time to react before the ball hit his head and headed towards the opponent's half.

The forward of the Jiangbian team bent down, picked up the ball, ran all the way and then made a three-step layup.

The ball goes in!

The ball went in and the referee blew the whistle. The Jiangbian team defeated the General Administration team by one or two points.

The Jiangbian team celebrated wildly, while the General Administration team surrounded the referee to complain.

"Referee! The opponent's No. 8 player said that my pants fell down when I was making a layup, which caused my shot to go a little off. He committed a foul!" The center of the General Administration team said righteously.

The referee looked at the opposing center, feeling both amused and helpless. "How can I call a foul on him for talking? This isn't in the rules of basketball. There's no rule against talking on the basketball court, right?"

The people from the General Administration team thought about it and agreed, so they all looked at the opponent's number eight with murderous eyes.

But Wan Feng was making faces at them.

Zheng Chaoyang was so angry that his stomach hurt.

I didn't expect this guy to have these two tricks. He was busy all half of the game, but he just happened to commit a foul.

Is this referee his cousin?