Yang Ming was already in a mess. He never expected that the goal he was so determined to win would be played like this.
He returned to the sofa and began to doubt his life.
In the end, Starks closed the table and surrounded Yang Ming with the other two people. Their faces were full of malicious ridicule.
"Look, he's deflated!"
"How pitiful. Mr. Hundred Points 'performance on the billiard table was so ugly. If this gets out, tsk tsk, we'll lose a lot of face.”
"Yes, don't say that you're with us when you go out. You can't afford to lose face!”
Yang Ming was already doubting his life, and after being ridiculed, he remained calm. He even said that these people came from the streets and carried a bandit aura. If you refuted them, you would be scolded by them again and humiliate yourself.
However, the three of them had no intention of letting him go. They finally found an opportunity to attack him, and they continued to use their Taunt skills.
"Not talking? Can't afford to lose?"
"Tsk tsk, I've been dealt a blow and my heart has been broken. How could I dare to make a sound?”
"How pathetic. It doesn't matter if you lose. You just have to fight back. Later on, you'll realize that endless despair is waiting for you!”
Looking at the three of them, Yang Ming decided not to touch billiards anymore.
He really wanted to get back at him, but he didn't want to waste his meaningless time on cultivation.
Let's see what happens on the basketball court, old guys!
Even though he was angry, Yang Ming still prepared a sumptuous dinner for them.
These people rarely ate Chinese food, or even had never eaten it before. However, after dinner, they all thought that Yang Ming's billiard skills were terrible, but his cooking skills were not bad. There was still a certain color, fragrance, and taste.
When these people had eaten and drunk their fill and left in satisfaction, they never expected what kind of blow they would receive.
At night in the training hall, the lights on the ceiling were all turned on. The Knicks began their annual group match again.
When Yang Ming was on the substitute side, he was full of energy and flew all over the field, shocking a large number of people.
"Pa!"
The middle-aged woman took over Ewing's pass. When she broke into the basket for a layup, Yang Ming gave her a gorgeous block.
Immediately after, Oakley was forced to play a big game, but he was suddenly surrounded by Yang Ming. Yang Ming pressed down on him, and the ball was intercepted. A layup was successful.
The next minute, Starks 'sudden shot from the outside was knocked away by Yang Ming from behind.
Not only that, in the second quarter, Yang Ming was omnipotent. No matter who he was facing, his attacks were always unreasonable. He did not choose his target. He grabbed Oakley, Aunty, and Starks and hammered them all. Oakley was even more tortured by military training.
The auntie and Starks were even worse off. They were about to die from his sudden attack. He kept scoring points on them and directly blew them up!
"Is Yang overly excited today?”
Ewing, who was inside, was completely dumbfounded. Yang Ming's training tonight was too active. He completely dominated both offense and defense. Even the steals and blocks that he wasn't good at, or rather, assisted in defense, had rarely appeared. They had received good results, and he had suddenly become a superstar in both offense and defense.
"I don't know. Maybe that kid took the wrong medicine.”
Charlie Ward was also puzzled.
Oakley could only smile bitterly as he listened to their conversation.
This Yang was too vengeful. He was just being sarcastic. Did he have to be like this?
Our abilities are lacking, but we still want to maintain our reputation.
The auntie secretly cursed at Yang Ming.
Shameless thief. If he couldn't beat them on the billiard table, he would come to the basketball court to get them back. It was too disgusting.
Just as he was cursing in his heart, he returned to the defensive end and was shot by Yang Mingyan with a three-pointer. It was an accurate hit.
His face turned green as he watched the basketball slip into the net. He had no choice but to put on an expression that said," I'll fight back if you continue to do this."
"It's just a small gesture. Don't go too far, Yang!”
"Humph!"
Yang Ming ignored him and turned to leave.
The next minute, he was here again. This time, it was Oakley.
Wallace switched the latter's defense in front of him. Yang Ming's eyes sparkled like a child who had discovered a new toy. Oakley's heart skipped a beat from his stare and he pretended to escape.
However, Yang Ming didn't give him a chance at all and charged straight at him.
His skillful dribble, while changing direction in advance, directly shook the opponent to the ground and then rushed into the basket. At this moment, Starks fearlessly stood in front of him and nailed him to the free-throw line.
He was fearless, but Yang Ming was even more fearless. His footsteps became faster. With a pause and a flash, he instantly bypassed him and turned around to hit the layup.
“......”
Starks and Oakley were speechless when he was angry.
Look at your cheap mouths, you've really angered him!
Each of them secretly complained to the other, but everyone forgot that they were one of them.
The match was still ongoing. Although his defense was average, Yang Ming, who had made a small breakthrough, was in excellent condition tonight. On the offensive side, he continued to create tragedies. Horror enveloped Oakley and the auntie. They received 90% of Yang Ming's care.
When Yang Ming saw them, he was furious. He beat them up until they were covered in dust and doubted their lives.
Seeing that he was still so hot, Van Gundy on the sidelines had to replace him in advance, pressing him on the sidelines for the first time in the fourth quarter. The manager was really worried that the three rough men would be traumatized and lose their mental balance.
"60 , 60 in three sessions. This kid is crazy!”
"It's all your fault. Didn't you just win a few goals? You were too smug and got your revenge, right?”
"This kid is really narrow-minded. Aiyo, my old waist is almost broken by him!”
After the match ended, Oakley and the other two, who had finally recovered from their shock, held Yang Ming's statistics and wailed.
Tonight, they finally felt the wrath of a monster. After being angered by them, he was filled with anger.
Previously, Yang Ming had managed to score 70 points on their entire main team. This time, he had managed to score 60 points in three sessions and took the match away. He was simply terrifyingly strong.
They really didn't want to live anymore.
After the three of them lost all their faces, they began to fight among themselves and blame each other. However, Yang Ming deliberately walked over and took a look at the technical statistics. Then, he looked at the three people one by one, snorted coldly, and left.
F * ck!
Are they showing their disdain?
Killing people and flogging their corpses?
The three of them were provoked by Yang Ming's silent mockery. They instantly became united and chased after him.
"Brat, stop right there. Let's have a good talk!”
"This is too much. Just you wait!”
"Come, come, come. Let's fight another 300 rounds!”
(Sorry for waking up late. Reward!)）
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