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Chapter 72 You're a Scumbag
Ye Feng's voice fell, and the silence around the basketball court lasted for a few seconds. Then, the area of ​​the economics department roared loudly, scolding the people in the dance department for being shameless. The performance of Murong Feng and the referee was also very displeased, this is not playing basketball, it was clearly aimed at people, and they all joined in the abuse, which was harsh and unpleasant.

"It's really shameless, it's better to hit people or play ball!"

"You can do things like colluding with referees, the dance department really has face!"

Hearing the harsh scolding voices around them, the faces of all the people in the dance department turned pale. They wished they could find a hole in the ground, and they all looked at Murong Feng. Murong Feng's face was gloomy, and he glanced around. Seeing his gaze, many people stopped cursing. Although they also had a sense of justice in their hearts, it would not be worthwhile for Murong Feng to worry about this matter.

After a while, the surroundings of the basketball court finally became quiet again. The referee got up and gave Ye Feng a hateful look. Seeing the sneer of the crowd around him, he walked away in despair.

"Murong Feng, I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned, which is admirable." Ye Feng looked at Murong Feng and said indifferently.

Murong Fen also looked at Ye Feng with a sneer, and said lightly: "The stadium is like a battlefield, and injuries are inevitable. If you are afraid of getting hurt, don't come to play."

"Being ashamed as you are is not something ordinary people can do. If that's the case, then I will replace Shaobo and the game will continue." Ye Feng smiled and continued.

"I have no objection!" Murong Feng sneered, nodded in agreement.

Ye Feng turned around, looked at the team members in the economics department and said, "Just leave the ball to me after halftime!"

Seeing Ye Feng's confident and sharp eyes, and thinking of Ye Feng's wild behavior just now, everyone nodded, the economics department served, and the game continued.

The guard held the ball in his hand, pushed forward, and stood outside the three-point line. Ye Feng was not polite, and directly stretched out his hand to ask for it. He pointed at the basket casually, and the basketball fell into the frame steadily, making a hollow three-pointer. !
"Damn, that's okay!" The crowd was stunned. Ye Feng took the ball casually and went in like that. This is too fake, but the students of the Department of Economics burst into shouts.

"Good luck!" Murong Feng glanced at Ye Feng lightly, then received a pass from his teammate on the sidelines, and dribbled the ball directly forward, Ye Feng casually came to the opposite side of Murong Feng to defend him, and sneered in his heart: "Luck! "If you can't make a shot in such a big basket, what kind of throwing knife is there.

Murong Feng stared at Ye Feng, pulling the ball, swaying people, and a series of fake movements like flowing water, Ye Feng moved his feet and stood in front of him, but his eyes were fixed on Murong Feng's shoulder.

His complexion changed slightly, and Murong Feng's series of difficult movements could not shake Ye Feng away. His face turned cold, and he turned around beautifully, trying to pass by Ye Feng, but at this moment, Ye Feng rushed out like a phantom. When Feng thought he had broken through Ye Feng, with a sneer on his face, he suddenly found that the basketball had disappeared from his hands. Turning around, he saw Ye Feng throwing the ball casually, firmly outside the three-point line thrown into the box.

"Okay!" A loud roar came from Yu Shaobo's mouth, and the atmosphere on the scene was completely burned, and the powerful shout spread all over the basketball court.

Murong Feng's face was completely gloomy at this moment, embarrassing, too embarrassing, Ye Feng's stealing score was equivalent to a slap in the face, which made him feel hot.

Next, the game continued, with different moves and the same ending, Murong Feng still wanted to take the ball and do it alone, but every time he was cut or cut, what Ye Feng returned to him was a three-pointer thrown indiscriminately. , but they played flawlessly, and they all entered, driving everyone in the dance department crazy.

Looking at the score, 78 to 79, the dance department is only one point ahead, and the time is only the last few tens of seconds. All the students are watching the game with bated breath. Ye Feng's simple movements and casual throwing of the ball, But he conquered countless crowds. From their point of view, Ye Feng was obviously pretending. Otherwise, how could the steal be so sharp, and how could the pitch be so accurate.

It was the economic department's turn to serve again, Murong Feng's eyes flashed coldly, he didn't care so much, he dribbled the ball and rushed towards the basket like the wind, Ye Feng didn't steal this time, but let Murong Feng go He was rushing towards the basket, but his figure kept retreating. Finally, Murong Feng jumped up high, with his feet spread apart, and wanted to step over Ye Feng's body to dunk the dunk, humiliating Ye Feng.

With a sneer, Ye Feng retreated slightly, took off, and the movement was done in one go, the back came first, and appeared directly in front of Murong Feng, covering the sky with a huge slap, and slapped Murong Feng's hand fiercely.

"Shoot!" A big hand landed fiercely on the basketball in Murong Feng's hands. The huge force caused Murong Feng's body to drop rapidly. What Ye Feng was waiting for was this moment. How could he let it go? The big hand never left the basketball. , a huge force pressed on it, and pressed down hard.

"Boom!" Murong Feng's body poured out, and a huge force came from his hand, directly pressing him to the ground, dust flying, Murong Feng's feet were in the air, and Ye Feng easily took the basketball from Murong Feng's hand, and then He stepped over his head, what is humiliation, everyone has really seen it at this moment.

Ye Feng's movements didn't stop at all, he dribbled the ball halfway, and then swung it casually again, very easily, the basketball entered the frame hollowly again, and at this moment, the time has come, humiliation, complete humiliation, Murong Feng stood up, his eyes were already red with suffocation, he turned around and glared at Ye Feng.

"Beautiful!" Yu Shaobo woke up from the excitement, waving his arms and beating his chest, TND looked so cool, the big hat that covered the sky, and the humiliation given to Murong Feng made his blood boil After getting up, the audience burst into loud cheers, especially the crowd from the Economics Department, who shouted extremely loudly, while the faces of the students from the Dance Department were dull.

Looking around at everyone's reactions, Murong Feng felt a stream of blood suffocating in his throat. Even the students in the dance department saw that he was not going well. It was his willful behavior that caused the failure of the game. That's not counting violence. The behavior and refereeing made the dance department lose face. If the dance department won smoothly, it would be fine, but the ending was the opposite. Not only did they lose, but Murong Feng was also humiliated, which also brought shame to the dance department.

"Boom!" Murong Feng's body trembled, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground. His body immediately ran towards Ye Feng like a gust of wind. He wanted to pay the price for the culprit who humiliated him. The irrational Murong Feng Feng even forgot how much power Ye Feng used on him just now.

Ye Feng looked at Murong Feng's arrival, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was waiting for this kind of Murong Feng's anger, his wrist trembled slightly, when Murong Feng's iron fist hit him, Ye Feng's left hand accurately It cut the opponent's wrist, but with a slight twist, there was a sharp pain in Murong Feng's hand, but Ye Feng's movements did not stop, his left hand continued to reach out, grabbed Murong Feng's collar, and Before he could react, he swung his right hand fiercely, and immediately engraved a clear palm print on Murong Feng's face.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the burning pain on his face didn't make Murong Feng feel too much. At this moment, his heart hurts even more, the pain of being humiliated and abused. He has always humiliated others and been humiliated since he grew up. This is the first time.

"Murongfeng, you think you're really great. To be honest, if you weren't born better, you would be a scumbag, a scumbag who deserves to be beaten!" Ye Feng said, and slapped him again. This time, Murongfeng's body He was thrown straight away, and the crowd gathered around the basketball court were stunned.

(End of this chapter)