The entire world seemed to fall silent at this moment. The noisy sounds disappeared like smoke in thin air, and everyone's eyes were fixed tightly on Zhang Fan's side.
The first shot, they could still think Luo Yiwei was careless, outwitted by Zhang Fan's opportunism.
But the second shot, Luo Yiwei was the one on offense.
And then! Zhang Fan directly intercepted the ball. Damn it, how come Luo Yiwei looks so much like a noob? At least try to shoot the basket, touch the rim.
Not to make people feel like he's a noob, is this really the same crazy center?
"Cool!"
Gao Qi's roar was delayed by a full twenty seconds before it finally burst out. He charged toward Zhang Fan, followed by Wang Dong and a pack of seniors who also rushed over to Zhang Fan, grabbed his arms and legs, lifted him up, and threw him toward the sky.
"Fuck, you guys better catch me," Zhang Fan's back went cold, his heart pounding with fear from the sudden assault by Gao Qi and the others.
