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Chapter 706 Crazy old men

The people around saw old man Zhan slapping the coconut tree straight.

They looked at each other one by one, then shrugged.

Some even stroked their own heads with their hands, implying that the old man has a problem with his head.

Wang Yi went up and stroked James' back with his hand to help him breathe.

He comforted: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Young people nowadays are ignorant. They are not as skilled as others, and they brag about being kings. Even if we are a lot of age now, our physical strength can't keep up, and we can't run fast, so we still jump." It’s not that high, but we can beat them to death just by shooting.”

Jay Chou also nodded again and again: "When I was young, I could shoot 70% of my two-pointers. Even if I am old now, 50% of them can abuse these kids and it's fine."

Fans of the King of Venice will not like it when they say that.

Especially the most beautiful one among the three young ladies.

She has dyed red hair and is wearing a tight white short sleeve and very short denim shorts.

She saw the video of the King of Venice the day before yesterday, and she fell in love with him right then.

The explosive style of play and the muscular body made her like it to death.

She came here yesterday to watch him play.

As a result, the King of Venice did not come yesterday.

I finally came here today and saw his game.

I didn't expect to meet a few old men who said that they could abuse the King of Venice with one hand.

It made her teeth itch.

"It's just you old fellows who keep chattering by the side. I'm so annoyed to hear it. Three of you, come out and challenge me one-on-one. If you lose, shut up."

She did this to see that Wang Yi and the old guys were really upset.

Secondly, it can also attract the attention of the King of Venice.

The companion next to her quickly advised her.

"These old guys are not young. Who knows if they have heart disease or high blood pressure? If you accidentally bump into them and they die on the spot, it will be a big trouble."

Having said that, Wang Yi was not happy.

"Hey, hey, little girl, shut your mouth if you can't speak. Don't look at us three years old, we often exercise and are in good shape. Try it if you don't believe me."

He also laughed twice as he spoke.

Miss Hongmao sneered: "Just try it. But you are too old, and I will bully you if you are one-on-one with you. We will not compare anything else, but shooting."

Wang Yi looked at old man Zhan and then at old man Zhou.

Old man Zhan added fuel to the fire: "Bi! Let this little girl know how good we were back then."

Wang Yi nodded: "Okay, let me justify the names of our elderly people today."

So, he made a trembling look and came to the center of the court.

The red-haired girl followed him to the center of the field.

The red-haired girl said to those in the Venetian army, "I'll borrow your basketball, and I'll teach a shameless old guy a lesson."

Seeing this young lady's hot body, the Venetian army was naturally not unwilling.

Throw the ball in their hands to the young lady.

The red-haired lady explained to them: "This old man doesn't know if it's dementia or something. He is farting, saying that they can torture the Venetian army now. I am so angry that I will teach this old man a lesson."

The three members of the Venetian army glanced at Wang Yi, but didn't care too much about him.

An old man who looks like he is in his 60s and trembling, who would care about him?

The red-haired girl held the ball and made a few random dribble moves.

Change direction at the crotch, cross at the back and change direction.

Dribbles well and looks like he should play a lot.

As soon as he dribbled like this, several guys beside the court whistled one after another.

"cool--"

"It's a beautiful dribble. A bit of an Irving vibe."

The Venetian army also nodded secretly in those years.

Although it doesn't look like much to them, among ordinary passers-by, such a dribble is already very silky and beautiful.

The young lady raised her chin to Wang Yi and threw the ball directly.

"Ten shots from the free throw line, whoever makes the most shots wins."

Wang Yi didn't dribble while holding the ball, looking very amateur, he came to the free throw line.

Then he showed a pair of squinting eyes, and looked up and down the red-haired young lady.

Said: "If I win, give the old man a kiss."

The red-haired lady was obviously a little angry.

This old man, the old toad still wants to eat swan meat?
Then he said: "If you lose, old man, I will let my sister spit on your face alone, and then roll as far as I can, and never appear on Venice Beach again."

She hated the old man to the extreme.

There was unspeakable disgust in his tone and demeanor.

Wang Yi smiled and nodded: "It's a deal."

Then pick up the ball and look amateurish.

With a flick of his right hand, he shot towards the basket.

However, this shot was a direct shot.

The people around burst into laughter.

Wang Yi shook his head helplessly, and said, "Oh, I haven't played for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty."

Then he cast two in a row.

One was still non-stick, and the other hit the backboard, but it was still at least half a meter away from the basket.

This caused the people around the new official to laugh.

"Old man, go back to your grave now."

The red-haired young lady folded her arms around her chest

.A look like a fool.

Wang Yi shook his head helplessly: "It seems that the body is really rusted. I'm warming up."

As he spoke, he put down the basketball and moved his wrists and ankles.

Start leg presses.

This once again aroused the ridicule of those around.

"Isn't the old man afraid of breaking your legs?"

"You still turn your neck, aren't you afraid of turning your head down?"

"The old man is a total clown."

After a while, the young lady got impatient with waiting: "Old guy, are you finished?"

Only then did Wang Yi nod: "Okay."

With that said, he came to the free throw line again.

Bending down to pick up the basketball.

No luck either.

Facing the hoop, raise your arms and flick your wrists.

The chain net made a crisp sound: Wow——

Basketball hollow into the net.

The people around were slightly taken aback.

It is really surprising that a man in his 60s who looks wobbly can throw a hollow.

But then they laughed.

"Oh, this old man is okay."

But anyone could hear the sarcasm in those words.

The red-haired girl still folded her arms.

There was also a mocking look on his face.

To them, it's like a five- or six-year-old kid going to shoot a basketball and getting away with it.

James next to him picked up the ball under the basket and threw it to Wang Yi at the free throw line.

Wang Yi looked at his right hand and said with a smile, "Brother, you are back."

Then toward the basket, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the second ball.

wow-

The net fluttered, making the sound of metal chains.

Still hollow into the net.

James threw the ball to Wang Yi again.

Wang Yi shot again.

wow-

Three goals in a row, the ball is hollow.

As a result, those people on the sidelines were all surprised.

The red-haired girl's complexion couldn't help but change a bit.

(End of this chapter)