Chapter 52 He Zhimo, the last ball, why did you fight so hard?

The autumn wind blew, and the leaves of the camphor tree not far away rustled.

On the court, two young men stood facing each other.

Yang is not bad looking, and although he is not as good as Jin Yuhao in playing basketball, he is also a very capable player.

Although He Zhimo has changed a lot since he came back to school, he has always been aloof and seems to be isolated from outsiders. He is extremely mysterious.

These two people suddenly appeared on the court, attracting countless classmates.

"Are these two going to have a bullfight?"

"Oh my god, how come these two people who have nothing in common are suddenly at odds with each other?"

"It seems like Yang accidentally hit He Zhimo while playing basketball!"

"It is said that He Zhimo is different now than before. Even the hooligans in his grade don't dare to mess with him."

"I heard too that someone wanted to stop him after school, but later, when I saw him again, he had simply taken a detour."

Outside the stadium, countless people gathered.

Tang Susu was almost pushed out. She looked at He Zhimo on the court, fingers clasped together, and was extremely worried.

Although He Zhimo is tall, he is thin and has no serious foot injury. He is a masculine man who plays basketball whenever he has free time. He is as strong as a bull. She is worried that He Zhimo will suffer.

She just disliked Yang before, but now she really hates this boy.

She ignored him and came over to provoke him.

After a while, many girls gathered around and speculated who would win.

"He Zhimo is so handsome, he will definitely win!"

"Forget it. He Zhimo looks so sickly, his face is as pale as if he has never been exposed to the sun, and his body is so thin. It's a waste for him to be able to score a goal!"

"I think so too. Although He Zhimo looks like a gloomy, sickly beauty."

With the sound of the basketball landing.

Everyone focused on the court.

Basketball 1V1.

The game time is 1 minute, with no timeouts.

A coin toss decides who gets the ball first. The winner will be on defense next time, and the process continues in this way.

Whoever scores more goals wins.

Yang smiled and said, "Seeing how weak you look, I'll let you go first."

The next second, there was a bang.

No one reacted in time. He Zhimo just stood there, jumped, and threw the ball into the basket.

Everyone exclaimed, "Oh my god, what a speed! I just blinked my eyes and scored a goal."

Yang was stunned for a moment, then picked up the ball from the ground. "I was careless just now, but I won't let you go now!"

He dribbled the ball one-handed and turned to the offensive side.

The next second, the ball fell into the air.

He opened his eyes wide in shock, watching He Zhimo grab the ball, turn around, and shoot on the spot.

Yang's face turned ashen.

There was cheering from the audience and the girls screamed.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! He Zhimo scored again."

"He Zhimo!"

"He Zhimo!"

"Oh my god, when did He Zhimo become so powerful!"

There is nothing more exciting than a pale-faced, thin-bodied boy with amazing explosive power. The contrasting stimulation brought by this sensory contrast is very exciting.

This is really incredible!

The boy looks sickly and weak, but each of his attacks is so explosive.

But after scoring the goal, he stood quietly under the basket, and his beautiful face made people feel that he was a sick beauty.

This extreme contrast of beauty makes people scream.

Everyone around was cheering for He Zhimo, but Tang Susu in the corner was extremely worried.

Others couldn't see anything, but she did.

He Zhimo's foot injury was not completely healed. He scored these goals by shooting from a standing position, relying on his arm and wrist strength, without putting much force on his feet.

If Yang discovered his weakness, he would be in trouble.

Sure enough, after He Zhimo scored several goals in a row, Yang realized that what Tang Susu said was not a lie, and He Zhimo was not very good at running.

This time he learned his lesson and didn't attack directly after getting the ball.

In a 1V1 face-to-face ball fight, he couldn't win, so he ran to the outside with the ball. He Zhimo couldn't catch up with him, so he looked for an opportunity to rush into the field.

Run into the court and shoot.

pretty!

Yang quickly caught up with the opponent by several points.

But even so, when it was He Zhimo's turn, as long as the ball was in his hands, Yang couldn't get it away.

He Zhimo had taken a two-point lead earlier.

So, he is sure to win.

With less than a minute left, Yang held the ball in his hands and looked at the boy provocatively. "He Zhimo, you can only stay where you are. What kind of basketball are you playing? If you can defend me on this ball, I will really respect you."

The young man lowered his eyes, ignoring his provocation. He leaned slightly to the side and said in a calm voice, "In this game, I won't defend you, but I'll still win."

Looking at the arrogant look of the young man, Yang was extremely angry.

The next second, he glanced at Tang Susu in the corner, and the girl happened to be talking to Jin Yuhao who had rushed over.

He then smiled and curled his lips, "He Zhimo, you put in so much effort, but my brother Jin just turned around and you're nothing!"

He Zhimo turned his head and saw the girl standing opposite others. He retracted his slender fingers slightly, trying to control his emotions.

Finally, he took a step forward and approached Yang, his dark eyes gazing at him gravely, "Then let me show you what I am?"

The boy's face was too handsome to be that of an ordinary person, and his pale face looked like a messenger from hell.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, which was very oppressive.

Cold sweat broke out on Yang's back unconsciously.

Then he was annoyed with himself for being so timid. He had asked about He Zhimo, and found out that he was just a waste before. He was actually scared by the waste.

The classmates around saw that the tension between He Zhimo and Yang Yang suddenly became stronger, and they became excited again!

"Ahhh! He Zhimo's eyes are killing me!"

"Oh my god, He Zhimo looks like he came out of a cartoon!"

Meng Xue, who was dragged to watch the excitement, stood in the crowd. She looked at He Zhimo in the center of the basketball court and couldn't help but be stunned for two seconds. He really looked no worse than Jin Yuhao.

But after coming back to her senses, she said, "But I think He Zhimo's eyes are a little scary."

The girl next to her couldn't help but snort when she heard this, "What a hypocrite! During the previous basketball game, everyone was cheering for Jin Yuhao, but she insisted on being unique and shouting "Come on Class 10!"

Now when our people are fighting with a group of people, she insists that He Zhimo is terrible.

Doesn’t she think she’s very special?

Meng Xue's face sank when she heard this, and she bit her lips hard with her teeth.

She was telling the truth, and He Zhimo did look scary.

Although he has a beautiful appearance, the soul hidden beneath his appearance is definitely different from that of ordinary people.

The screams in her ears brought Tang Susu back to her senses while she was talking to Jin Yuhao.

She looked at the two people competing against each other on the basketball court and became worried again.

The situation had just stabilized, so why is the tension rising again?

There is no need to think about it, it must be Yang who provoked me again.

She looked up at Jin Yuhao who had just come over and said, "Jin Yuhao, I know I have caused you trouble in the past, but I haven't bothered you for a month or two now!

Please ask your friends not to disturb me or my friends."

Jin Yuhao lowered his eyes, and the girl's eyes were full of impatience. When did it seem like he was really gone from her eyes?

But this way, he can have some peace and quiet.

However, he still had to explain to her about the matter of Yang, as he was not aware of it.

He explained in a low voice, "Tang Susu, I don't know why Yang..."

But the noise in the stadium was too loud, drowning out his cold voice.

He coughed lightly and was about to explain again, but when he looked up, he saw the girl's almond-shaped eyes fixed on the gloomy boy on the basketball court.

There was really no reflection of him in her clear eyes.

On the basketball court.

As Yang ran with the ball, the young man ignored his leg injury and followed him closely, defending him.

He Zhimo stopped him, but didn't try to grab the ball. He raised his eyes slightly, imitating Yang's provocative tone, and said in a deep voice, "Why, you only know how to run?"