Super bodyguard of female CEO

Just score the ball. What's the pressure?

But Zhao Chengfeng, who is forced to pretend, can't be refuted, because he scored, at least now he has a big lead. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Whoever leads is the master.

"The last goal, I'm going to defend." Okamoto didn't dare to underestimate Zhao Chengfeng any more. He bent down and squatted down. It doesn't matter whether Zhao Chengfeng can play basketball or not. The important thing is that his luck is really good.

Okamoto is a basketball expert, even Okamoto as a god pitcher, also dare not guarantee that there are defenders in front of 100%, no one in the world can guarantee.

Similarly, no one can guarantee and control luck. What if Zhao Chengfeng scores the last goal? That means that they lost, lost without dignity!

Therefore, Masao Okamoto is not only to guard against Zhao Chengfeng, but also to guard against his luck, so that he has no space and time at all.

"Don't you defend all the time?" Zhao Chengfeng rolled his eyes and said, "don't tell me, because you didn't defend the previous two balls, you don't admit it. There are so many eyes to watch."

Okamoto Jungxiong's face is red, paralyzed and humiliated himself? I know you're good at shooting, okay?

"Let's go, the last goal. I will defend with all my strength." Masao Okamoto had to change his tune.

"It's great to defend with all your strength?" Zhao Chengfeng threw the latter a white eye again. At the moment of speaking, he threw the ball out. Yes, he went to sleep instead of throwing it.

Okamoto's reaction speed is extremely quick. Seeing that Zhao Chengfeng is going to fight, he rushes on like a cheetah.

Unfortunately, what Zhao Chengfeng throws out seems to be a shell. The speed is too fast.

What's different from the last two shots is that the basketball that Zhao Chengfeng threw this time has no parabola. It's like a straight line. He rebounded and smashed it. Yes, he did.

"If he can get in, I'll eat the basketball..."

A basketball fan said frankly that, after all, the parabola is too straight and easy to break just after. Playing basketball requires a certain amount of brute force, but it needs more dexterity. Just like shooting, many people have the strength to throw the ball into the basket, but how many people can make it?

It's about cunning power!

"Bang Dang!"

However, the man did not finish a word, the ball has hit the backboard, the backboard glass suddenly broken, and the ball rebounded back, jumped twice at the edge of the basket, obediently into the basket.

"This..."

This scene happened to be seen by Masao Okamoto, who turned his head back. He was as numb as a duck. He was just like a benchmark, unable to speak.

It's not just Masao Okamoto who's stupid. Everyone's stupid. Can we get in? What kind of luck is this?

"My God, he, what does he do?" Long Ling murmured, slowly regained her mind, and looked at Zhao Chengfeng again. This man was like Nietzsche in her mind, and was shining.

Long Ling adores Zhao Chengfeng too much. Maybe, besides Zhao Chengfeng, there is no better man in the world. For a moment, Longling's heart was as red as a deer's.

"Damn it, I won." Kawakawa bited his teeth and scolded him bitterly. The smile on his face disappeared, much more gloomy than just now.

It's true that Masao Okamoto is indeed a basketball genius of Japan, and even a pillar of the Japanese basketball industry in the next ten years. No matter how strong you are, they won't give you a shot at all, and the bullfight is over.

The whole process, less than five minutes!

What a shame! Today, a Zhao Chengfeng almost hit the whole Japanese nation in the face!

"Oh, three to zero. I seem to have won, right?" Zhao Chengfeng is very forced to light a cigarette, silly looking to Okamoto Masao.

At this moment, Masao Okamoto looks like a dead man's face. He is so angry that he can't speak. For Zhao Chengfeng's skill, Masao Okamoto is very dissatisfied. He has no skill at all. But Masao Okamoto has to admit his luck. It's so good that it explodes.

Zhao Chengfeng's last goal not only showed his luck, but also showed his deep skill. He smashed the ball, scored the ball, and the rebounds were also reimbursed. As for the basketball which cost thousands of yuan, it was also reimbursed.

"I lost." Okamoto lowered his noble head and voluntarily admitted defeat.

It's not good not to admit defeat. The open and aboveboard bullfight has no physical contact, no violations and fouls. There is no dispute about winning. Can we not admit it? Don't even give yourself a chance to cheat.

"Well, yes, you're a little magnanimous." Zhao Chengfeng nodded, but then said: "it's no big deal to lose, you see, fighting is not my opponent, basketball bar also lost, but don't take it too hard for a moment, stab your stomach with a knife, life is very normal, don't take it as one thing."

"I..." Okamoto was in a bad mood. When he heard Zhao Chengfeng's words, he really had the impulse to stab himself with a knife.

Think about today's experience, it's really a failure. It's totally suppressed by Zhao Chengfeng and completely abused into a fool. It's a shame.

The other Japanese students on one side were also very angry, but they were more disappointed because they lost again, they lost completely, and they could not find any place to explain and appeal.

"Hum, let's go!" Ogawa Liangzi glares at Zhao Chengfeng, turns around and leaves with his bodyguard.

As a genius of the Japanese nation, he felt that he was a wimp for the first time. Although he was a girl, he was arrogant and thought that no one could beat him. Today, he was compared by a smelly man, and he was still a Chinese man.

At this moment, all of his pride, even his self-esteem, was trampled by Zhao Chengfeng, making him powerless to resist.

"Take your time." Zhao Chengfeng waved with a smile and turned to Longling.

Long Ling also looked at Zhao Chengfeng foolishly, feeling that all this happened just like a dream, but this is the reality, undeniable reality, he is like a prince floating from the sky, omnipotent.

It seems that in front of him, any excellent is not worth mentioning, because no matter how excellent you are, how excellent, he will be better than you, more outstanding. Fortunately, he is his friend, he is Chinese!

"Come on, don't be silly. The competition is over and class is over. You promised to treat me to a big meal. Let's go." Zhao Chengfeng poked a woman, said.