Angry curses suddenly started.

However, at this time, Liao Fucheng only felt dry in the mouth and dizzy!

Damn it, isn't this heat stroke?

"Fuck, you guys are just standing there, why don't you buy me a bottle of water!"

Liao Fucheng was angry and looked at Zhou Bangquan and others standing outside the boundary, blazing angrily.

Are you numb? Didn't you see that I am almost dying of heat? I don't have any eyesight at all.

"Bang!"

Another hollow ball.

The eyes of the people who were counting all bulged out.

"One hundred and seventy-sixth ball!"

"Holy shit, that's so much?"

"It's almost forty minutes already!"

Suddenly, the dead atmosphere suddenly became heated.

"Brother Cheng! Water!"

Zhou Bangquan shouted while holding a bottle of mineral water.

Liao Fucheng immediately smacked his lips, and then he said to Zhang Fan: "This is too slow. Let's do this. We will take continuous penalty kicks until the last goal fails. How about comparing who scores more goals?"

Zhang Fan shrugged and said, "I have no problem!"

Liao Fucheng immediately turned his head and said to Zhou Bangquan: "Go and get more penalty kicks. One ball is too inefficient."

"good!"

Zhou Bangquan responded and ran away immediately. Five minutes later, six people ran over here carrying twenty basketballs.

"I go to that half, start at the same time, and use the whistle as a command. Whoever scores more goals will get the right to serve." Liao Fucheng said.

"No problem!" Zhang Fan stretched and said.

"Ready to begin!"

The moment the whistle sounded, Zhang Fan quickly squatted down to pick up the ball and stood up to throw the ball.

The speed was so fast that everyone was stunned!

"Oh my God, Zhang Fan doesn't need to aim!"

"Damn it, in just the blink of an eye, he has scored three goals? Liao Fucheng only scored one goal!"
Chapter completed!