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Chapter 35 [Could it be... the anchor is a basketball player? 】——Please follow up!!!
With a "buzz", the drone took off.

At this time, the angle of view of the live broadcast room was also zoomed in to the entire stadium.

Sand sculpture netizens are very excited:
"Nimma, it feels like playing a live game!"

"It's too six, just rush to this device, if you don't live today, you have to check it out!"

"It's over, brothers, I'm airsick!"

"..."

Glancing at the rolling barrage on the lens, Shen Jingbing tied the laces of his sneakers, came to the field, smiled and nodded to the uncle who was still hooking, and said:
"Hi, sir, let's play together for a while!"

This neighborhood is also an old neighborhood.

The court has been in disrepair for a long time, and the basket on one side is rusted, and only one side can be played.

The weather is hot, so the uncle is wearing shorts and a white vest. There are no muscles on his body, only the remaining male symbol on the top of his head, blowing in the wind.

Coupled with the pair of feet he wears, you can see the strength "high strength" from the dress!
It feels like a fire cloud evil god.

"one comes!"

The bald man was also willing to play with others, and pushed the ball to Shen Jingbing.

But I don't know if the uncle didn't grasp the strength well, or for other reasons.

His pass was too light, it fell halfway through the pass, and the basketball rolled and crawled before it rolled to Shen Jingbing's feet.

Shen Jingbing, who got the ball, patted it, trying to get back the feeling of the ball that had been dusty for a long time.

When he was in middle school, he only played basketball in physical education class. He didn't know how to play, and he couldn't even dribble.

Shen Jingbing stood outside the penalty area, holding the basketball in front of his stomach with both hands, and then threw it upwards, performing the legendary stunt:

"Move the toilet!"

Not to mention, although Shen Jingbing hasn't played for several years.

But as soon as the stunt came out, there was only a "swipe" of the net——

The ball is in!
Seeing this scene, the netizens who knew a little bit of basketball in the live broadcast room were silent:
"..."

"I never thought that I could see such a stunt in the live broadcast room of the Abstract Emperor!"

"I'm a basketball coach, and the elementary school students under me don't shoot like this, it's naive!"

"It's off the mark! It's too damn outrageous!!"

"I thought I didn't live today, but it seems I was wrong!"

"Brother, don't vote! Don't vote! How is this different from shitting in public?"

"Hahaha! The familiar feeling is back!"

"..."

Seeing these bullet screens, Shen Jingbing was also a little embarrassed.

He really doesn't know how to play.

But for shooting, as long as he can make it, it doesn't matter what his posture is.

Compared with sand sculpture netizens, the uncle is extra tolerant.

Seeing Shen Jingbing scoring a goal, he gave a good drink, and then passed the ball over:

"Not bad! Another one!"

This time when he got the ball, Shen Jingbing took a deep breath and planned to make a serious shot.

He learned his shooting form in college gym class:

With your palms open, lift the ball over your head.

Elbows, wrists, shoulders and hands form 3 right angles!
Seeing such a standard shooting posture, many netizens can't help but look forward to it:
"This shooting posture is quite standard! It seems that the anchor is a bit basic!"

"Could it be that brother was just having fun just now?"

"Actually...he is a good basketball player?"

"Hahaha! The sense of anticipation is here!"

"So this is today's whole job!"

"The emperor is indeed the emperor!"

"..."

At the next moment, Shen Jingbing exerted strength with his arm and threw the ball out.

The results are surprising.

A proper three non-stick, no rebounds, baskets, and nets.

The netizen who was still looking forward to it just now was slapped in the face instantly, and couldn't bear to look directly at it and said:

"Good guy! The host's power posture is really weird!"

"My elder brother really doesn't know how to play, the appraisal is complete!"

"Looking at the anchor's shooting posture, I feel that there is a lack of brainstem beauty!"

"Hahaha, you made me laugh!"

"..."

Looking at the three non-sticks he threw, Shen Jingbing also resigned to his fate.

Next, he and his uncle chatted about some homely topics while shooting.

Compliment each other when someone makes a shot.

At this time, the sand sculpture netizens in the live broadcast room finally confirmed that Shen Jingbing really didn't work hard today, but just played some sports.

For a while, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room lost a lot.

From a viewing peak of more than 40, it fell to less than 30.

This was the first time in Shen Jingbing's live broadcast history.

But he still played clear water polo without haste.

Suddenly, a roar of motorcycles came from outside the venue, accompanied by loud noises.

Shen Jingbing turned his head to look.

I saw three high school students wearing Nanxiang school uniforms sitting in a car. Their weight of more than 300 kilograms crushed the car body flat.

In the back seat, a fierce-looking man with an inch head was holding a basketball, turned his head and spit on the ground, and said loudly to his two companions:

"While riding on the horse, Lao Zhang's sand sculpture thing is called labor-management punishment today. When will it make me anxious, labor-management must give him a good look!"

The man in glasses who was riding a motorcycle in front of him slammed the gas pedal, smiled, and said:

"He's a class teacher, and he talks about it every day. Whenever you want to mess with him, call me!"

Squeezed between the two was a dark fat man with a baboon face. He turned his head to look at the short-haired man, and said:

"Come on, you have practiced sports for so long, don't get fired on impulse!"

The inch-headed man snorted:

"When he gets off work, find a place without surveillance, put on a hood and beat him up. Who knows we did it?"

The man with glasses pushed his glasses, smiled, and said:

"It's quite interesting!"

After all, he stopped the car.

The baboon squeezed his face down first, grabbed the ball from the short-haired man, and said:

"Okay! Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have. Hurry up and play ball for a while. You will be bored in school all day, and you will almost rust!"

The man in glasses locked the car, tossed the car keys carelessly, and came to the field with the two of them.

There was only one venue, and the three of them naturally squeezed in.

Seeing the arrival of the three high school students, netizens who were still watching the live broadcast in the live broadcast room talked a lot:

"Introduce some people, they don't look like good people!"

"There are such bastard students in Shanghai, I thought big cities are good students!"

"Upstairs, you think too much. There are dishes everywhere. Like me, I am also in Shanghai. Thank God if I can go to a junior college!"

"The anchor has to be careful when playing with them, don't wait for us to call the police when there is a fight."

"That cropped man looks so fierce, he's tall and big, he's scary!"

"..."

Although these three people didn't look like good birds, Shen Jingbing's eyes lit up after seeing them throw the ball a few times.

Although their skills are not superb, they still look good.

What kind of three-step layup, changing directions, dribbling under the crotch... are all quite skilled.

Especially the guy with the cropped head, he seemed to be a sports student, and he was really good at basketball.

Shen Jingbing felt a little joy in her heart, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

the victim—

It's all here!
(End of this chapter)