Chapter 55 Helping Dad to Show Off
"Brother Qiang, is this your son? That's impossible?" A 28 or 29-year-old woman wearing yoga pants and a red T-shirt on the sidelines looked incredulous.
These yoga pants are worn with the symbol rotated ninety degrees clockwise.
Fang Daqiang had a smile on his face. When he and Fang Yu stood together, you could tell they were definitely father and mother just by looking at their expressions, without having to look at their looks.
"This is my son Fang Yu, son. This is our team manager, Wang Meimei. You can just call me Sister Wang."
Sister Wang...hearing this name makes me think of the hospital director being stabbed with a big iron stick.
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that my son is already in his twenties? You just don't believe me." Fang Daqiang shrugged, took his orange Gatorade GX bottle and squeezed some water into his mouth to rinse.
It doesn't matter how well you play the ball, you just have to have all the equipment.
Wang Meimei's expression changed, and she gave Fang Yu a stiff smile: "Fang, uh... Xiaoyu, hello, I'm Wang Meimei. You should call me Sister Mei, or you can call me Michelle."
Oh, the petty bourgeoisie in the foreign enterprise circle.
Fang Yu said with a polite smile: "Okay, Sister Wang."
Fang Daqiang and his team have quite complete equipment for playing. In addition to the team manager, there are also special scorers and timekeepers. The scorers are also responsible for collecting player data.
Fang Yu glanced at the time. It was already the fourth quarter, with 5 minutes left in the game.
Taking another glance at the playing time in the record book, wow, in the first three quarters, Dad played a total of 27 minutes in 36 minutes, and he was a starter.
The team captain came running over and said, "Brother Qiang, there are still five minutes left. The situation is a bit tense now. Do you want to go on the court and give some guidance?"
Fang Daqiang quickly put down his water cup when he heard it: "Don't worry, Captain, leave the ball to me. We must win today! If we win, we will follow our old rules."
The team captain smiled brightly upon hearing this: "Substitution, substitution, our team is making a substitution. So, number 18 will be replaced by number 23. At the last moment, we have to use our trump card."
Fang Yu glanced at the scoreboard, 65-66. With his father not being around for a while, the game was almost tied.
The team captain looked to be in his early thirties and was no shorter than Fang Yu. After calling a timeout for a substitution, he did not make any tactical arrangements. Instead, he ran to the opposite side and whispered a few words to the opposing captain.
Not long after, the team captain ran back, and the timeout was over, and both sides returned to the court.
"Brother, do you want to play for a few minutes?" The team captain handed Fang Yu a soft big Zhou and took one for himself. Fang Yu took it and looked at it. It was still in the 30s.
"Come, here's a lighter. By the way, your dad is here. Is everything okay?" The team captain lit the lighter and handed it to Fang Yu's mouth.
"Brother, you call my dad Brother Qiang and call me brother. Isn't that inappropriate?" Fang Yu didn't hesitate and took two puffs of the captain's lighter.
"That's to each his own." The captain chuckled. "But I really didn't expect Brother Qiang to look so young. I thought he was only two or three years older than me. My daughter is only three years old this year and just started kindergarten. Are you in college now?"
Fang Yu smiled and said, "Sophomore."
The captain clicked his tongue for a long time, his eyes fixed on the situation on the field while chatting with Fang Yu.
After all, Fang Daqiang had already played for half an hour, and he was already 44 years old, so his physical functions declined. He was too tired to run after just two minutes of playing again.
After the restart, the opposing team immediately relaxed their defense on Fang Daqiang, and the defense was basically just a pretense. Whenever Fang Daqiang shot, the opponent would just raise their hands to block the shot, not even jumping.
As long as Fang Daqiang is in an open position, the players on their team will definitely pass the ball to Fang Daqiang.
But Fang Daqiang's skills were average, and after playing for more than 30 minutes, his physical strength could not keep up, and his movements were out of shape. Even if the opponent let up, their team still could not catch up with the 1 point.
Time passed by minute by minute, and there were only 25 seconds left before the end of the game. The score was 70-71, and the team captain quickly called the last timeout.
"Uh...Brother Qiang..." The captain looked at Fang Daqiang and seemed to be hesitant to speak, but then he saw the large and small bags in the camper van next to Wang Meimei, and his expression immediately became firm.
"Brother Qiang, the final shot must be given to you. No, no, no, don't refuse. You are our spiritual leader. At this critical moment, we must rely on Brother Qiang's shot to decide the outcome."
"Brother Qiang, it's okay. Number 10 and number 45 will pick and roll for you. You're responsible for running into open space and taking mid-range shots."
"As long as there's an open space, No. 8 or No. 32 will definitely pass the ball to you. Then you can do a cool layup and make a comeback. Brother Qiang, what do you think?"
Fang Daqiang's blood boiled. This is my battle with Sanwang! I am Sakuragi!
It's a pity that I'm too old to do this. If I were a teenager, I'd dye my hair red.
Fang Daqiang said solemnly, "Leave the final pitch to me, don't worry. I will definitely lead our team to defeat Sanwang, er, no, defeat the opponent!"
Fang Yu saw that the team members behind Fang Daqiang all turned their heads away, probably because they were afraid of not being able to control their distorted expressions.
"Son, cheer for Dad!" Fang Daqiang shouted loudly to Fang Yu. Fang Yu hugged his father and patted his father's back with his hands.
Fang Daqiang went on the court with his blood boiling. On the last ball, the opponent's defense was still quite good. Fang Daqiang ran to several positions in a row but couldn't find an open space.
The captain winked at the captain of the opposing team, but the captain pretended not to see it.
"Fuck! You take the money but don't do the job!"
The team captain's face darkened, but seeing that Fang Daqiang couldn't get out of the open space and there were only six or seven seconds left, he had no choice but to close his eyes and gesture to No. 32 who was holding the ball.
Pass it, and forget it if you can't make it.
No. 32 was helpless. Seeing the wide open space for No. 8, he did not pass the ball but passed it to Fang Daqiang who was being closely guarded by No. 3 on the opposite side.
Fang Daqiang dribbled the ball twice but failed to break through, and raised his eyebrows.
Strong shot!
Fang Daqiang held the ball in his right hand, supported the ball with his left hand, and jumped high.
The number three player on the opposite side was not panicked at all. He jumped up with Fang Daqiang and was about to block the shot, but suddenly he felt someone hit his hand.
Fang Daqiang seized the opportunity, leaned back, and gently pushed the basketball with his wrist, sending it straight into the basket.
It's a fucking fadeaway jump shot.
As soon as the ball was shot, the team captain knew there was no hope.
The arc is too high.
Fang Daqiang was still afraid of being blocked, so his arc shot was a bit high. It was estimated that after the ball hit the backboard, it would at most touch the basket and would basically not go in.
See if anyone can tip in the ball.
Fang Daqiang looked at the basketball flying towards the basket with hope. If this were in a cartoon, this action could take up an entire episode.
"Bang, bang!" The basketball hit the backboard and, as expected, hit the basket.
Just when No. 10 and No. 45 were about to grab the rebound, they saw the ball bounce back into the basket as if it were flicked by a hand.
"brush!"
The ball went in...
Fang Daqiang raised his arms high, roared, and tore his jersey twice. Damn, the quality was too good and it didn't tear. He simply took off his jersey and walked around the court shirtless to celebrate.
"We won! We won!" The captain of their team was so happy that he ran over and threw flattery like it was free.
"I said, at the critical moment, we still have to rely on Brother Qiang!"
"Brother Qiang's magic needle!"
"This shot has some Jordan and Kobe touches, that fadeaway, wow."
"What do you mean by a few points? That's Jordan!"
Fang Daqiang was filled with pride and waved his hand. "Captain, we won today, so we have to celebrate no matter what. Fourth Brother is having a barbecue, and every one counts. We have to drink well today! Let's go straight to Guangduhui for the second game! No one is allowed to be absent!"
The captain was overjoyed when he heard this. As expected, the last vote given to Brother Qiang was the right one. The usual blue waterfront was instantly upgraded to Guangduhui.
Look at the jersey on himself, the sneakers on his feet, the boxes of sports drinks, and the usual barbecue and beer. These are all the results of Brother Qiang's happiness!
There is nothing shameful in licking the sugar daddy.
Chapter 53 was reviewed and revised at around 9:00 this morning, so you know why it was posted at 8:00. Please vote for the monthly version! Recommend it! Save it! Read it! Booklist!
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