Li Liang was in position. As soon as he turned around, he saw the basketball fly out of Old Wang's hand. "Damn, you got another three …"
Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliang rushed to the backboard at the same time, intending to snatch the ball.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly soared into the sky, as if he had broken free from gravity. He jumped so high that his feet almost reached Old Wang's waist. "Pa!" The basketball was slapped down by him. The basketball drew a V shape and rolled away.
After Old Wang landed, his hands were still in the shooting position. His face was lifeless. "This is impossible! This is impossible!"
Looking at the others, they were all dumbfounded!
Qin Ze trotted over to pick up the ball. When he came back, he saw everyone staring at him in a daze. He threw the ball into Old Wang's arms and raised his head. "I see worship in your eyes."
"Damn, you can jump so high? How did you do it? "Old Wang cursed.
Li Liang: "We might have played a fake game."
Liu Ziqiang: "666!"
Zhao Baliang: "Qin Ze, your jumping ability … it doesn't make sense. When did you become so strong?"
The other three were also amazed, shouting that he was awesome.
Qin Ze was also shocked. The thought just flashed through his mind, and his body followed with a jump. With his previous jumping ability, it was absolutely impossible for him to reach this height. But he found that he hadn't reached his limit yet. He could jump even higher.
I can jump this high.
The first thing he thought of was the Twelve Sections Brocade Internal Training Method. He had been training his body for the past few days, but even so, it was impossible for it to bring about earth-shaking changes to his body. So, only the Internal Training Method could explain it.
"System, system, is it because of the Internal Training Method?" He communicated with the System in his mind.
"Yes!"
"Damn, is this the rhythm of ascending to heaven? But I've only practiced for a few days. "
"You improved quickly in the early stages, so there's nothing to be surprised about. It can only be said that your body was too weak before. "
Qin Ze ignored the System's ridicule. He was too excited. I've only practiced for a few days, and I can jump so high. What if I practiced for a month, or a year? Wouldn't that break the world record in minutes?
It was as if I could see the scene of him leaping onto roofs and vaulting over walls, wielding his sword in the martial world.
Haha, I want to fight ten of you!
After being intimidated by Qin Ze, Old Wang was much more restrained. He no longer dared to blindly shoot three-pointers, and his hands and feet were tied. On the other hand, Qin Ze had adapted to his explosive power and speed and was gradually getting better. The several interceptions made the loser from Room 303 cheer loudly. Unfortunately, their shooting skills, including Qin Ze, were too bad. Almost nine out of ten shots went in.
Twenty minutes after lunch, there were more and more people on the court. The basketball court appeared to be a little crowded. The students who came later did not have any seats, so they discussed with the students on the court. With ten balls as the standard, a few groups would rotate.
"Students, can you let us have the court? We want to play the whole game." Someone stood outside the court and said with a smile.
Qin Ze turned his head to look, his expression strange.
The guy who spoke was the school hunk Zhang Mingyu, who was slapped in the face by him a few days ago. He was holding a basketball in his arms, wearing an Adidas jersey and a pair of four-digit Nike sneakers. The school hunk was indeed the school hunk. His hairstyle was trendy, his eyebrows were straight, and his eyes were bright. Even his figure was so good. He was the kind of sunshine guy who looked thin in clothes but was muscular when he took them off.
The school hunk glanced at the crowd, as if he did not notice Qin Ze's existence. He did not even look at him.
The horny students from Room 303 and 304 were in high spirits. There was no free space at the moment, so of course they would not agree.
Zhang Mingyu was followed by a group of strong men in basketball uniforms. One of them, a guy with a crew cut, walked to the basket and grabbed the basketball that didn't go in. He muttered, "We are a basketball team. We need to train. Give us the court."
His tone was loud, and he was not polite at all. He was very domineering.
Old Wang raised his eyebrows. "Where is the coach? The basketball team's practice time is not now. "
Old Wang had a buddy who was also on the basketball team. He did not see him at the moment.
"It's none of your business. Our basketball team can practice whenever we want." The crew cut young man glared at him.
"I don't care who your basketball team is." Zhao Baliang was strong and muscular. He pointed at the basketball in the crew cut young man's hand. "Give the ball back and get out of here."
Northeastern men were simple and rough, and they were not afraid in the face of trouble. Needless to say, his figure was quite intimidating.
"Forget it, forget it. Let's play the first half." Zhang Mingyu persuaded in time, took the ball from the crew cut young man's hand, and threw it to Zhao Baliang. Then, he led the basketball team to the opposite basket.
After playing for a few more minutes, Qin Ze and the others were sweating and panting. Although there was no sun today, it was the end of June. The weather was hot and humid, and they lost a lot of water.
Qin Ze wiped his sweat and looked at Zhang Mingyu and the others who were playing hard. The school hunk was not only handsome, but he was also very good at basketball. He dribbled the ball smoothly, and his shooting posture was standard. He must have been a hero in high school. In high school, he was handsome and good at basketball. He was very popular with girls. If he was a straight-A student, nine out of ten girls would want to have his babies.
Qin Ze was a passerby. He could only look up to the protagonist.
"Let's stop for a while. I'll go buy a few bottles of water. You guys practice shooting." Qin Ze said and ran out of the court.
The school's supermarket was not far from here. It only took five minutes to go back and forth. Qin Ze bought everyone a bottle of energy drink and ran back with a plastic bag. He could play for about 20 minutes before he went to the classroom to study the mathematical modeling fund with Professor Li.
When Qin Ze returned to the court, he saw a "conspiracy" that had been planned for a long time. The arrogant and domineering crew cut young man glanced at Zhao Baliang and the others. He smiled and threw the basketball.
The hard rubber basketball whizzed through the air and almost turned into a black shadow. It hit Li Liang's head.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound startled everyone. Li Liang's body staggered forward. He didn't even have time to make a sound before he fell weakly to the ground.
Everyone was shocked and went forward. They saw that his eyes were empty and his expression was dull. They were relieved and angry at the same time.
Li Liang's mind was blank. He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses. He touched the back of his head. Damn it, there was a bump. He immediately jumped and cursed, "Motherf * cker, that son of a bitch hit your grandpa."
"Sorry, sorry." The crew cut young man ran over and picked up the ball. He then apologized, "The ball flew away. It was unintentional."
On the basketball court, it was common for the ball to fly around and hit people. However, if it was unintentional, it would not hit people too hard. It was rare to see a bump on the back of Li Liang's head.
"Are you f * cking blind? How can you hit people like that?" Zhao Baliang said angrily.
"We didn't do it on purpose. It's basketball. There are always mistakes." The crew cut young man shrugged.
"If apologies are useful, why do we need the police?" Old Wang said.
"Then go and call the police." The crew cut young man sneered.
Not to mention Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliang, the people in dormitory 304 were also angry.
"My classmate has a bump on the back of his head. How can you play basketball like that?" Liu Ziqiang frowned.
On the other side, a few people from the basketball team came over. Zhang Mingyu said gently, "Sorry, the ball just now was really unintentional. We didn't notice. Sorry, classmate."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "Is the injury serious? It's better to go to the infirmary. I'll pay for it. If you're worried, you can go to a nearby hospital. You can come to me with the bill later. "
What's the meaning of this? You guys hit someone, and you're done with just a few words of apology? You're going to pay for the medical expenses? Shouldn't you pay for it? The most infuriating thing was that you're going to reimburse the bill later? What kind of words was this? You hit someone and you don't even want to go to the infirmary?
Li Liang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Why would he care about the medical expenses? The other party's attitude was unbearable.
Zhao Baliang was a hot-tempered person. He strode over and was about to hit someone, but Liu Ziqiang held him tightly.
They were in the right in this matter, but they were in the wrong when they hit someone. University was not like high school. Fighting was not a small matter, especially when it was a group brawl. A light punishment would be a major demerit, and a heavy punishment would be expulsion. If there was a minor injury, they would go to the police station.
Fights in high school were because the students were hot-blooded and immature. Plus, most of them were underage. As long as nothing serious happened, they would be fine. University was different. They had to bear legal responsibility.
Besides, this kind of thing was unintentional. The other party had apologized. If things got out of hand, Zhao Baliang and the others would not get any benefits.
"Let's go quickly. Take your classmate to the hospital so that we won't be blamed if anything happens." The short-haired young man shrugged, turned around and left with the basketball.
"Bang!"
Something whizzed over and smashed into the back of his head. Although it exploded, liquid splattered everywhere.
The short-haired young man was much stronger than Li Liang. He was not stunned by the hit. He screamed and the basketball slipped from his hand. He covered the back of his head and turned around with his eyes wide open.
Everyone present was shocked and turned to look at the culprit.
Qin Ze slowly walked over with a drink in his hand. He didn't apologize. Instead, he complained to Zhao Ba 'er, "Ba' er, are you deaf? I told you to pick up the drink. Didn't you hear me?" He rolled his eyes at Zhao Baliang, who was confused, and then apologized to the short-haired young man, "Oh, I'm sorry. It doesn't feel good. I didn't hit you. It was an accident."
"F * ck you."
The short-haired young man roared and kicked at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze kicked the guy's abdomen and kicked him to the ground. He said coldly, "You want to fight? Come on! "
He could not believe that he could say such a cool line.
It was not in line with the setting of a passerby at all.
Qin Ze turned his head and said to his partners behind him, "I saw it just now. This guy hit people on purpose."
"F * ck you."
"F * ck you."
"Do you think we are easy to bully?"
Zhao Baliang, Old Wang, and others suddenly changed their faces. He really hit people on purpose. He was looking for trouble. What's so great about a basketball team?
Everyone was angry. No one was a clay Bodhisattva. They were not angry. Just now, he arrogantly asked them to give up the court, which made them unhappy. Now he deliberately hit people. It was obvious that he was bullying them.
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, and the hostile atmosphere here also attracted the surrounding students who were playing basketball. They all came to watch. Zhang Mingyu hurriedly stopped his angry companions. He stared at Qin Ze gloomily, "We are all adults. Let's solve the conflict in another way."
"This is a court. Let's use basketball to determine the winner. The loser will apologize." Zhang Mingyu raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sinister smile, "Not only should you apologize, but also shout 'Grandpa, I dare not do it again' three times."
"Ding! Main task, Divinity Show (2/5):
Please play a game with the basketball team represented by Zhang Mingyu and win. Success will reward 300 points. Failure will deduct 300 points. "
"Okay!" Qin Ze agreed immediately. Fighting was too low. Even if he lost miserably, winning wouldn't be any better. Moreover, with so many people present, it would be easy to alarm the school leaders. When the time came, punishment would be light. If he was expelled, the old man would probably beat him to death.
The main reason was that the system had issued a task. He had to fight. At the same time, Qin Ze was vigilant. The task reward was 300 points. Wasn't this a bit too much? The first task reward was also 300 points, but that was the reward of the "first director". From this, it could be seen that the difficulty of this mission was much higher than translating Russian and kissing his sister's lips.
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