Longing for Life: I'm Not Interested in Money

Especially the abs. ． ． ． ． ．

hiss!

And the Mermaid Line!

"Zifeng, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Ming handed over the soaked old jersey and pushed Zhang Zifeng by the way.

Zhang Zifeng quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"No...it's okay! You have to cheer for one more game!"

After he finished speaking, he took the old jersey and ran away.

The third and final basketball game officially begins.

At this time, the Red Fang also changed their tactics and directly arranged for two tall (good) rich second-generation players to attack Lu Ming.

They would rather foul than let Lu Ming get the ball. In less than five minutes, these two guys fouled as many as five times!

Obviously, the two were arranged by Zhao Hao.

However, this scene fell in Wang Tear-onion's eyes, and it almost didn't frighten Wang Tear-onion to urinate!

He quickly came to Zhao Hao's side and asked with a gloomy expression:

"You arranged Li Shuhua and Zheng Chao to go there?"

Li Shuhua and Zheng Chao are the names of the two rich second generation who attacked Lu Ming.

The two of them belonged to the beginner level in Wang Tearcong's circle, and they were always acting like hooligans for Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao nodded proudly and whispered.

"Yes, Young Master Wang, don't worry, I have told Li Shuhua and Zheng Chao that we will not lose this game again!"

"Hey, if necessary, they'll even go the extra mile!"

"Without Lu Ming, the little star who gets in the way, we will win this game!".

Chapter 142

Zhao Hao showed a complacent expression, quietly waiting for Wang Tearcong's praise.

However, what Zhao Hao didn't expect was that Wang Tearcong not only didn't praise him, but even slapped him fiercely in the face!

"Snapped--!"

A crisp and loud slap sounded in the field.

Almost all the players stopped what they were doing, and even the spectators outside the court closed their mouths and looked over.

And Zhao Hao, who was slapped in the face, stumbled under a huge force, and fell to the ground.

Half of his face also swelled up instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Hao covered his face with one hand, and pointed at Wang Tear Onion with a trembling hand.

"You...you hit me?!"

He is so big that even his father never beat him!

Don't say that the king is tearing the onion, even if the old king is here today, he can't swallow this breath!

It's not that Zhao Hao has any trump cards that can compete with the Wang family, but under the watchful eyes, he has long lost his reason!

In front of so many people, being slapped by Wang Tearcong, what kind of humiliation is this?

Wang Tearcong was not panicked, he glanced at Zhao Hao like an idiot, and said coldly: "Zhao Ritian, even if you can't beat others with your basketball skills, you still arrange for someone to use arrows to injure people and use evil tricks? I, Wang Tear. Onion disdains to be with you!"

He spoke every word, loud and clear, as if he were a victim.

After listening to Wang Tear Onion's words, everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that Wang Tear Onion beat Zhao Hao because of this!

On second thought, this Zhao Hao really deserved it!

It is shameless that sports competitions are still playing tricks and tricks!

Thinking of this, almost everyone looked at Zhao Hao with contempt.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Wang Tearcong immediately sneered in his heart.

A mere Zhao Hao, he has never been in his eyes.

Although Wang Tearcong was almost imprisoned by the pony, he was the best among his peers.

If you change to any other rich second generation, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to compete with the pony!

So even if Wang Tear Onion was crushed by the pony head on, he didn't hold any grudge against the pony at all.

One is that he doesn't dare, and the other is that he knows that only when he becomes stronger can he make a character of the level of a pony face up to him.

What's the use of holding grudges?

Just adding extra emotions.

At this moment.

What was spared was Zhao Hao's second-skinned face, and under the fiery gazes of countless people, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He knew that he was wrong, and it was useless to argue.

In the end, he had to snort coldly and stumbled out of the stadium.

Looking at Zhao Hao's leaving back, a cold light flashed in Wang Tearcong's eyes.

Although Zhao Hao escaped, he did not intend to let Zhao Hao go so easily.

Not to mention the fact that Zhao Hao provokes President Lu, just because this guy Zhao Hao slapped him, he actually dared to yell at him!

This made him feel that his face had been trampled by Zhao Hao.

'Humph, when I go back this time, I'll concoct you better! '

At this moment, Lu Ming walked over with a frown.

"Now the red team is not full, this game will end here."

Wang Tear Onion seemed to change his face, and immediately put on a flattering smile.

"Yes! Listen to you!"

The expression of Wang Tear Cong fell into the eyes of Peng Yuchang who was not far away, causing Peng Yuchang to be stunned.

Although Peng Yuchang was close, he didn't hear what Lu Ming and Wang Tearcong said.

But he could still see the flattering expression on Wang Tearcong's face.

I heard Brother Ming say that this prince wants to buy music from Brother Ming.

Now Wang Tear Onion showed this expression again. . . . . .

Is it. ． ． ． ． ．

Are Brother Ming's songs really that great?

Peng Yuchang thought about it.

Also, Brother Ming's music is worth nine figures, which is really amazing.

He didn't think much, and walked towards Lu Ming.

"Brother Ming, now Hongqi is alone, we..."

Lu Ming smiled at Peng Yuchang and said, "Let's end the game like this, the red and blue sides are considered a draw."

Peng Yuchang nodded blankly.

Anyway, I had a good time today, so let's end it.

He doesn't have a strong desire to win or lose a basketball game.

If it were a competition like an actor, it is estimated that he could be more serious.

"Okay, let's go back, look at your bruised nose and swollen face, go back and apply medicine." Lu Ming shook his head.

Only then did Peng Yuchang realize that he was injured, and subconsciously bared his teeth and grinned.

Wang Tearcong looked at the figures of Lu Ming and Peng Yuchang leaving, a complex expression appeared on his face.

Mr. Lu, who is feared by his own father, Mr. Ma, Mr. Ren, and Xu Jiaying, why can he talk and laugh with an ordinary star?

Is it the wrong way I open it?

Or is this Mr. Lu already approachable?

Wang Tearcong shook his head, greeted the rich second-generation players, and walked towards the hotel in silence.

He knew that when President Lu came to play, he must have been noticed by his father.

So he secretly prepared some words, lest Dad ask him off guard later.

After all, if he hit someone in public, he would most likely be described by his father as 'I can't even control my temper, it's unbearably important'.

For verbal blows like this, he gets two sentences from his father Lao Wang every year.

as predicted.

As soon as Wang Tearcong returned to the hotel room, he saw Lao Wang sitting on the sofa drinking tea.It looks like he should be waiting for himself.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Wang Tear Onion tugged at the corners of his mouth with a dry smile.

He swallowed, and was ready to be scolded.

Anyway, every time this happens, he is mentally prepared.

But Pharaoh is okay, he doesn't tend to be violent, he doesn't beat people, so he just says a few more words.

And Wang Tear Onion also figured out a reason.