Chapter 13: Grandstanding?

Chapter 13: Grandstanding?

"Are you sure you want to compare shooting with me?"

"Of course I am sure!" Zhao Wenze felt the disapproval from Su Mo, and instantly said in anger in his heart: "I want to beat you where you are best. People like you are not worthy of Yan Jiuxi. ."

"What are you talking about so much nonsense, how can you compare?" Facing Zhao Wenze's cruel words, Su Mo didn't care at all. In his heart, the outcome of this test was already doomed.

Standing lazily in front of Zhao Wenze, Su Mo raised his left hand and took out his ears. He didn't bother to waste time with Zhao Wenze here. It would be better to accompany Yan Jiuxi with this time.

"Ten goals per person, depending on who made more three-pointers." Seeing Su Mo's appearance, Zhao Wenze couldn't help but snorted. He had already figured out the rules and blurted out directly. Three-pointers are his specialty. He was confident that Su Mo would never be his opponent.

"Damn, is Zhao Wenze's brain pitted?"

When Zhang Dawei outside the basketball court heard this, he couldn't help but curse in secret. He told Zhao Junze that Su Mo's three-point shot was terrifying, and his purpose was to get Zhao Wenze to pick other comparisons, but what Zhao Wenze never expected was this. Stupid, you have to shoot three points with Su Mo?

Isn't this an obvious death!

Zhang Dawei has personally experienced how accurate Su Mo is in making three-pointers. Even if an NBA star comes, it is difficult to beat him.

Two words-evil door!

As for Zhao Wenze?

You don't have to look at it, Zhang Dawei just wants to send him two words-ha ha!

In the field.

"Yes, you can come first." Su Mo looked at Zhao Wenze with a weird look, and said lightly: "If I come first, I'm afraid you won't even have the courage to make a move."

"Humph!"

Faced with Su Mo's arrogant words, Zhao Wenze almost breathed fire in his eyes, but he did not reject Su Mo's proposal. He had already practiced shooting for a while before Su Mo had come, and he felt his hand feel at this moment. Still, the hit rate will definitely be very high.

Since Su Mo is looking for death on his own, he won't be merciful!

Su Mo smiled happily and walked to Yan Jiuxi who was standing off the court. Anyway, he wouldn't lose no matter how many Zhao Wenze could make.

arrogant?

Do not!

This is self-confidence!

"Brother Mo, this kid is determined to lose." Seeing Su Mo approaching, Fatty Wang blinked at him excitedly, his words made Yan Jiuxi on the side confused.

Isn't it better?

Confidence is a good thing, but blind self-confidence is arrogance!

"Xiao Mo, you must not underestimate the enemy, since Zhao Wenze is better than you, then he must be very good at it!"

Yan Jiuxi's eyes were full of seriousness. Although Su Mo had told herself that his shooting skills were very good, she had never seen him once.

As the saying goes, the lion fights the rabbit, and it does its best!

Before Su Mo spoke, Fatty Wang on one side first explained: "Yan Xiaohua, don't worry! You don't know the shooting skills of Brother Mo, it will definitely exceed your imagination!"

"Xiaoxi, don't worry, the victory in this match must belong to me!" Su Mo smiled slightly. If he were to change from before, he would not necessarily be Zhao Wenze's opponent, but now...

How can you lose?

impossible!

Hearing Su Mo say this, Yan Jiuxi was relieved. Since Su Mo said this, it proved that he has this strength, because Su Mo had never said big words in front of her.

For Su Mo, Yan Jiuxi has unconditional trust!

"Oh!"

At this moment, there was a burst of cheers on the playground.

It turned out that Zhao Wenze had already started shooting, and the first goal was perfectly hollow into the net. The students of Class 2 were very cheering and applauded. Under the agitation of the students of Class 2, more and more students followed.

Originally, Zhao Wenze was still a little nervous. The first shot and the applause made him more confident. He shot three consecutive goals in a row. The students outside the basketball court started talking quietly.

"Cow!"

"Four three-pointers in a row, you deserve to be Brother Ze!"

"It's amazing, how accurate is the three-pointer?"

In the field.

Standing outside the three-point line, Zhao Wenze took a deep breath and aimed at the basket. It was a standard jumper, but the route was a bit offset, and he bounced aside on the backboard.

However, five out of four are already extremely rare!

As for Zhao Wenze's performance, Fatty Wang said in surprise: "I can't tell, this kid really has two brushes?"

"It's really good."

Su Mo nodded, Zhao Wenze did a good job, no wonder he had to compare his shots, he came prepared!

A trace of worry appeared on Yan Jiuxi's beautiful little face, and he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Mo, can you win?"

"Xiao Xi, can you have a little confidence in your man?"

Seeing Yan Jiuxi's delicate little face, Su Mo couldn't help but squeeze it. This girl seemed to have not been very confident in him.

"You are not my man!"

In an instant, Yan Jiuxi made a big red face. She never expected that Su Mo would be so bold, and the crowd would say such a thing. She gave Su Mo a shameful look, but this appearance was a little lethal. None, on the contrary, it makes her look more cute.

Regarding this, Su Mo smiled cheeky.

With the face in hand, I have Xiaoxi!

To Fatty Wang, the conversation between the two was completely flirting. Suddenly, he felt like a light bulb. He was really going to kneel to Su Mo. In front of so many people, he dared to molest the Yan Daxiaohuan. ...

But fortunately, everyone's attention was placed on Zhao Wenze's side in the field. No one noticed what happened here just now. Otherwise, the boys present would definitely want to kill Su Mo!

The goddess who molested them?

Impatient to live?

Even if Su Mo is now Yan Jiuxi's boyfriend in name, that won't work!

At this time, Zhao Wenze made the last shot and hit six of the previous nine goals. This is already an excellent result. If the last goal is scored again, it is equivalent to ten goals into seven.

What is the concept of scoring ten goals into seven?

Even if the NBA stars are here, I am afraid I can't say that I can win!

Countless eyes move with the basketball in the air, everyone is curious, can the last goal be scored?

"Huh!" The sound of a basketball hitting the net sounded.

"Niu Bian!"

"Ten goals to seven? This is a win!"

"That Su Mo from Class 3 is about to cry, can he still compare?"

Many eyes looked at Su Mo, and in the hearts of many people, Su Mo was already defeated!

When Zhao Wenze saw his last goal hit, he threw his fist in excitement and scored seven with ten goals. He did not expect that he could achieve such a good result.

Before the competition, he estimated that he could make up to six shots. Normally, when he practiced three-pointers, his shooting percentage was about half. Didn't he expect that he could make seven this time?

God opened his eyes!

If Su Mo wanted to win, he would have to make at least eight three-pointers, but Zhao Wenze didn't believe that Su Mo could shoot so accurately.

Three-pointer, eight in ten?

Nonsense!

A high school student is nothing but a professional player. Even a professional player can't say that ten goals can definitely make eight!

Even if Su Mo had good luck, he would not be so good at such a world-defying situation. Without strength, no matter how lucky he was, it would be useless!

Zhao Wenze walked over with the basketball, and looked at Su Mo with a smug face. He threw the basketball over a dozen meters away from Su Mo. Su Mo stretched out a hand and easily caught the ball. Stepped up and walked into the field.

"I want to see how you can win!"

When Su Mo passed by, Zhao Wenze ridiculed yin and yang. Zhang Dawei told him that Su Mo had made seventeen three-pointers in a row. He sneered at this. Is he really a fool?

These days, don't bragging and drafting?

17 three-pointers in a row?

Dreaming?

Even if it is placed in the NBA, no one can get to this level!

Not to mention, Su Mo is only a high school student, which is even more impossible!

"Let's take a look." Facing Zhao Wenze's mockery, the corner of Su Mo's mouth rose slightly.

Which one is true and which is false, don't you know right away?

At this time, all the students on the playground looked at Su Mo. Regarding the eyes of everyone, Su Mo didn't care at all. He dribbled twice at random, and began to calculate the angle and strength of the shot required in his mind.

"The distance is 6.7 meters, it needs 27% of the strength, and the angle is 47°!"

At this moment, Su Mo suddenly had an interesting idea. He turned around and walked two steps back. This action caused everyone's exclamation.

"What is Su Mo doing?"

"Huh, why are you going back? I'm thinking about it?"

"Is this going to break the jar?"

Yan Jiuxi frowned on the sidelines, and she didn't understand what Su Mo was going to do.

Others took a three-pointer, and they all wanted to stand close to the three-point line. Su Mo was good, but he still took two steps back?

What's up?

"See how long you can pretend?" Zhao Wenze couldn't help but smile when he saw Su Mo's actions. In his opinion, Su Mo was just sensationalizing!

But is it really grandstanding?