Chen Chen and Yang Hao looked at the provocative smiles over there and were counting on their luck. Han Shao also smiled: "Do we have to go through this kind of formality?!"

Holding a basketball in his hand and looking at the camera: "Actually, it's normal to bring a basketball to a fight."

"Ha ha!!"

The three people on the opposite side laughed. Zhang Zhirong looked at Han Shao: "You know a lot about jokes."

"Then come."

Zhu Fangyu hung a whistle around his neck: "No more words. See you on the court!"

Yang Hao swatted the ball hard: "I can't help it anymore!!"

"Oh oh oh~"

The three girls all clapped and cheered and retreated to the sidelines together. At this moment of 3v3, the three coaches were already standing in the corners to act as referees.

The game officially begins.

"Brother Chen~"

When he was actually playing basketball, Han Shao was relatively humble. He talked so much and it was all part of the show. The difference between real amateurs and professional basketball players is not only physical fitness and skills, but also the key to fighting spirit.

The traditional virtue of Zhongguo is that you can at least give in at the beginning of the game. For example, let your own players play and pass the ball first. For example, let the other team's players shoot a few shots, and don't guard so harshly. So after serving, Han Shao gave

Early morning.

If you can't get in in the early morning, give it to Yang Hao. Anyway, the two of them are older and older, so they can't really play as long as it's work. Han Shao will play the role of feeding the ball, which also reflects what I said last night about

Han Shao has two specialties in playing. One is to judge the center of gravity, the opponent's and his own. The other is to pass the ball in advance.

"Wow~"

"Good pass of the ball~"

"You can run well~"

Keep a line in life. Although this sentence is not appropriate on the basketball court, neither of us is a professional, and our physical condition is not much better.

Han Shao was not that attentive and just passed the ball.

And if you pass the ball well, you won't be tired when playing. Yang Hao almost avoids the defense when he receives the ball. It was also early in the morning. The two of them just followed Han Shao's pass, but maybe there is also pressure to play on the court.

, and not too small.

Coupled with the physical exertion and lack of accuracy, most of the goals actually missed. They just let them go and allowed the opponent to grab rebounds.

Han Shao rarely defended well. Anyone who faced him could not break through or shot inaccurately. Over time, he almost always passed the ball after dribbling a few times.

But Yang Hao and Ling Chen defended hard, but it was one-on-one, so most of the opponents scored.

"Oh oh oh~"

Both Chen Chen and Yang Hao were out of breath, while the other party high-fived in celebration.

At this moment, the score between the opponent's challenge team and Han Shao's manager team was 9:5. This was a three-pointer that Han Shao had just tried on the court.

Han Shao was also sweating. After all, it was so hot and he had to exercise, but he was not too tired.

"Come on, manager team!!" the three girls shouted.

When I got up in the early morning to move my body, I looked exhausted. After all, I was already over 40 years old.

Yang Hao is quite young, less than 30 in 1992. However, he does a lot of exercise and still catches his breath.

"Are you tired?"

Zhu Fangyu asked with a smile: "How about changing it to 11 points to determine the winner or loser."

Han Shao laughed: "They scored 9 points!"

"Haha~" the girls laughed.

"That's it, are you helping them?!" "They won by just 2 points."

Yang Hao and Ling Chen both spoke, but Zhu Fangyu was stunned and walked back with a smile: "I'm afraid you don't have enough strength to hold on. Since you ask for 15 points, it's up to you."

Yu Jiayun smiled: "You still win with 15 points."

Zhang Zhirong looked at the manager team: "It's really old, young, and young."

Han Shao looked at them: "I advise you not to be too arrogant."

Zhou Junwei also laughed: "Don't worry, the director team told us privately that we must let you win no matter what."

"Oh oh oh~"

Several coaches laughed and clapped their hands. Such an atmosphere was good for their professional basketball players. But several girls were shocked, it was simply too arrogant.

The three of them all gestured provocatively, then clapped and cheered.

In the early morning, he squatted on the ground, sweating to the ground. Yang Hao was unable to breathe.
Chapter completed!