463: Chapter 463: Run Him Over 463: Chapter 463: Run Him Over Oh my God, 69 and 5127, that’s a massive difference.
That’s literally a gap between a four-digit number and a two-digit number!
Suddenly, a bunch of people immediately spread the news, and soon, Tsinghua’s school forum and various big QQ groups were buzzing with messages.
“Big news, the president of the basketball club, Liao Fucheng, got thrashed by Zhang Fan, and it was brutal, thrashed to the point his mom wouldn’t recognize him.”
“Damn, are you for real?”
“Bullshit, man, I’m at the court right now, just asked you to come, but you had to play your games, haha, sucks to be you!”
“Shit, wait up, I’m coming right now.”
Suddenly, another large group of people rushed to the court.
“Babes, my idol Zhang Fan won against the basketball club president Liao Fucheng!
He looked so cool!
Hold on, I’ll send you guys a video to check out.” A girl said gleefully.
However, when she uploaded the video of Zhang Fan shooting hoops, countless screams of astonishment erupted immediately.
“Oh my God, how cool is that!
Is he performing magic or what?”
“Wow, my heart is fluttering!”
“Oh my God, Liao Fucheng’s moves are just too slow!”
However, the guys watching the video all nearly bug-eyed.
“Shit, this must be some circus act!”
“Damn it, nine people picking up the ball!”
“Shit, is Zhang Fan going crazy!”
However, when the enormous score of 5127:69 appeared, everyone was dumbfounded.
“Shit, you gotta be kidding!”
“Damn, big loss, I seriously thought Zhang Fan was doomed, ahhh, what did I miss!”
The wails rose in various Tsinghua dormitories.
Even more people rushed to the field.
As for Zhang Fan, he was furious.
The heck, working my ass off, and this jerk only scores 69?
So all my efforts were for nothing?
Zhang Fan was so pissed, even if those half-hour didn’t phase him much, geez, it still took up so much time.
Time is life, damn it, wasting half an hour on a dog, no one would be happy about that.
Even hanging out with Ye Xuan would be a hundred times better than this!
Damn, letting myself waste so much time!
“Ayo, so this is our Tsinghua’s basketball club president, I can’t be seeing this wrong, 69 goals in half an hour, scared the crap out of me.” Zhang Fan immediately began mocking.
Hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, people around started chiming in.
“Exactly, 69 goals, are you messing with us?”
“This level, he’s catching up to me.”
Hearing the noisy crowd, Liao Fucheng’s face was a mix of dark and light emotions.
Damn, since he turned around and saw Zhang Fan shooting, he just couldn’t snap out of it.
You could say, he almost peed his pants.
The heck, such a ferocious way of shooting, is that necessary!
However, for about the next half hour, he barely blinked, and at this moment, his eyes were red with blood vessels.
“Man, I was planning to play for another half hour, damn, now I’m totally not in the mood, president, why don’t you continue, I’ll go home and take a nap, call me when you reach 5127, how’s that?”
Zhang Fan said softly, wishing he could just pull Liao Fucheng up and beat him up.
And the crowd around, damn, think it’s funny, right, why the hell didn’t you remind me.
Way overshot by over four thousand, major loss there!
“Tsk!”
The crowd around sighed.
The heck, need to be so fake, talking about going home to sleep, you’re so trying to kill Liao Fucheng with annoyance.
But man, watching this is just so damn satisfying.
However, hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, Liao Fucheng was about to spurt a mouthful of old blood!
Damn, continue my ass, I’m not playing anymore!
“You won, the first goal, it’s yours!”
Liao Fucheng was nearly grinding his teeth to dust, damn, if he had known it would end like this, he would have let Zhang Fan have the first goal earlier.
Fuck, now not only had he missed the first shot, but he had also lost face.
If he could, he really wanted to drag Gao Qi over and beat him to death.
Damn it!
If it hadn’t been for Gao Qi’s remark, he definitely would have competed with Zhang Fan for the first ball.
With his physical advantage over Zhang Fan, how could there be any problem competing for a ball?
However, the crowd that had just surged into the court was stunned by Liao Fucheng’s words.
Fuck, Liao Fucheng admitted defeat?
Damn, this is big news!
“Did my ears just deceive me?
The president of the basketball club admitted defeat?”
“Apparently not, I heard it too.”
Hearing these voices, Liao Fucheng felt as though a ball of anger was burning in his chest.
He had been at Tsinghua for two years, and never had he suffered such a huge loss in basketball!
And in front of so many people, no less.
Fuck, wasn’t today supposed to be a class day?
Damn it, why aren’t you thousand people in class instead of here?
Seeing the crowd of thousands around him, Liao Fucheng’s face grew even uglier.
“Let the match start, best of five, I’m giving you an extra chance!”
Originally, he wanted to quickly settle it in a best of three, but now, he had changed his mind and decided he would thoroughly crush three games.
He wanted to show everyone around that he, Liao Fucheng, was the president because of his skill.
At the same time, Zhou Bangquan and his group echoed along.
“Brother Cheng is so domineering, earlier he said best of three and that would have been the end of it.”
Zhang Fan, hands in his pockets, looked at Liao Fucheng’s grim face and immediately sneered, “Oh, did you just sneakily give yourself an extra game, huh?
Have you no shame?”
Best of five?
Lol, I swear I won’t stop till I make you bald, Zhang!
“Is that so!” Liao Fucheng scoffed coldly, then walked inside the three-point line, picked up a ball, and threw it to Zhang Fan.
“Let’s start!”
Zhang Fan caught the ball and smiled, “Then watch closely!”
At the same time, Zhang Fan, eyes sharp as knives, stood inside the three-point line holding the ball, raising a middle finger at Liao Fucheng.
“Slap!”
Zhang Fan slapped the basketball, and the next moment, the court reverberated with a deep bouncing sound.
“Slap, slap, slap…”
The sound suddenly became intense, and at this moment, everyone felt their heartbeats quicken with the rhythm.
But in the next moment, Zhang Fan moved.
His speed was incredibly fast!
Watching Zhang Fan’s phantom, everyone’s eyes widened in astonishment.
God, what a layup speed!
Even Liao Fucheng was dumbfounded.
His pupils nearly pinpointed.
His eyes fixed solely on Zhang Fan’s figure.
“Fuck, a windmill dunk!”
Screams erupted strong and loud.
“Slap, slap, slap!”
The basketball hit the ground, bouncing intensely.
Hearing that sound, Liao Fucheng’s mouth twitched.
This was literally hitting his face!
To have a one-on-one and be windmill dunked on!
Liao Fucheng took a deep breath, and the next moment, he grabbed the basketball, his eyes blazing with an icy glare at Zhang Fan.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
Knock him dead!
Zhang Fan was fast, but could his small frame compare to his own?
Charge, a skill he had mastered a long time ago.