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Chapter 93 This Bamboo Horse Is A Little Sweet 40

Chapter 93 This Bamboo Horse Is A Little Sweet 40
The boy looked at the youthful figures on the basketball court, with an excited expression on his face, a small face with a smile, and secretly poked Xia Ling's arm with his arm:
"How about it, handsome! I'm a big fan of them, and I think these brothers of mine are more handsome than the stars on TV."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he continued to introduce Xia Ling.

Xia Ling stared at the figures on the basketball court. They played well, but they were not very neat in the last link of scoring.

In the action part, there is always a little feeling, and it can be faster.

Suddenly, a figure flashed across Xia Ling's eyes.

The man was wearing a gray-black sportswear, his speed was astonishingly fast, his shots were sharp, and his shots were even more neat, almost in one go.

Xia Ling's eyes were drawn to him, who was the boy who practiced alone on the court for half a day.

Unable to help, Xia Ling, a passionate basketball fan, asked the boy beside her: "Who is that guy? He is very good at basketball."

When the boy heard Xia Ling talking to him, he was very excited. He seemed to love to tell others about his big brothers.

At this moment, he was also imitating Xia Ling, folded his arms, and asked in surprise: "Who?!"

Xia Ling was amused by his naive look, and pointed to the gray-black figure on the court, "It's him, the boy who played basketball here before we came here."

The boy saw it at a glance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and patted Xia Ling's shoulder with one hand, and said in a pleasant surprise: "Sister, he is amazing, he is my brother Cheng Xu, He singled out a three-peat champion in a small foreign competition, and then he defeated them and returned triumphantly."

"Overseas?"

Xia Ling has been abroad all year round, and when he heard this familiar word, he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

The boy nodded and continued to introduce Xia Ling. He was very enthusiastic and wanted to share his feelings with Xia Ling, bring Xia Ling to join them, and chase basketball stars with their support team.

I saw him smacking his lips, and said again: "Brother Cheng Xu graduated from Huaquan College. He has graduated for two years. Isn't it a national basketball competition now? Brother Cheng Xu came back specially, and brother Zichen They train here together, Brother Cheng Xu and Brother Zichen are their own coaches."

After the little boy explained briefly, Xia Ling basically understood.

It turned out that this boy in gray and black sportswear came to help his alma mater win the championship together.

The figures on the basketball court were swaying, and the six teenagers were divided into two groups to practice passing the ball here.

At this moment, Zhang Xin was slapping a dusty basketball in his hand. He was the closest to the opponent's basket. He only needed one attack under his control, and it was basically no problem to throw the basketball into the basket.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The basketball was deflected on its way into the basket, hit the edge of the ring-shaped basket, flicked out desperately, and flew towards Xia Ling's side quickly.

The basketball hit this side in a parabolic posture, and the children around Xia Ling were all very clever, and immediately ran away into the distance.

Xia Ling looked at the high-flying basketball, with a touch of blood and excitement that was rarely seen in his eyes.

The basketball bounced in the same posture, which was very similar to a scene during four years of training abroad.

At that time, she was also watching from the sidelines, but she was provoked, and the basketball was thrown over on purpose.

Xia Ling's eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of her own publicity and pride. The basketball came again, and she moved back a few steps lightly. The perfect access to the power of dust blowing.

Turning around in a circle, the speed and timing of Xia Ling's shot attracted the attention of Mo Zichen and Mu Chengxu on the field.

The beautiful eyes of the two have almost the same look, dark and sharp.

Even though the impact of the ejection was so great, it fell into Xia Ling's hands without any effort.

(End of this chapter)

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