Chapter 8: Continue the Massacre
After Yang Mo celebrated with the fans for a while, he followed Fatty out of the crowd. The two brothers were just about to find a restaurant to have a good meal. Yang Mo's cell phone rang, and he picked it up and saw that it was Monkey calling. He pressed the answer button, and immediately heard Monkey's urgent cry for help -
"Brother Mo, Li Feng has brought his professional players to our place to fight. We can't handle it. Come and save us!"
Li Feng?
Yang Mo grumbled, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in contempt - this jerk wants to humiliate himself again? He even brought professional players with him. With his cowardly look, at most he can pray to God and kneel down to invite one or two CBA youth team bench players, right?
Thinking of this, the original nervousness slowly disappeared. After all, this Li Feng really didn't seem like someone who could stir up trouble. He knew everything about Yang Mo. This guy had regarded Yang Mo as an imaginary enemy since he was a child. Ever since Yan Li, whom he had secretly loved for many years, was hooked up with Yang Mo by a phone call, this envy, jealousy and hatred were completely intensified and made public. From then on, he went against Yang Mo all the way.
Unfortunately, he never defeated Yang Mo. Because of his miraculous ability to fight again and again after being defeated, people gradually began to call him Li Xiaogou, which means a puppy raised by Yang Mo.
Yang Mo thought that this time the matter would not be a big deal, but when he and Haozi took a taxi and laughed all the way to the exclusive basketball court of Dongda University, they finally realized that things might not be as simple as they imagined - because the basketball court was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Could it be that... Li Feng really invited some star players?
Yang Mo was slightly surprised and quickly ran over to squeeze into the crowd. When the crowd outside recognized that the person coming was Yang Mo, they all made way for him. After all, Yang Mo was a well-known figure in the basketball world of Dongda.
"Brother Mo, today the puppy is going to make a splash!"
"Mo Ge'er, be careful! Your undefeated legend may be coming to an end. Xiao Gou has invited all the superstars of NBDL!"
"Harris is really amazing. An NBA extra in our area is no different from a legend!"
"An unknown black guy is so fierce that he can kill the three gods of monkey, crow and crab. Tsk tsk..."
"I used to think that Monkey, Crow, Crab, Haozi and Brother Mo were the legends of our university, but I didn't expect them to be so weak as legends..."
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Before Yang Mo even walked onto the court, his ears were already filled with all kinds of information. After some distillation, the overall summary was that Li Feng was really awesome this time, he invited an NBA extra to show off his power in Dongda, and he killed all the monkeys, crabs, and crows without leaving a single piece of armor.
When Yang Mo walked to the sidelines, before he had time to check the score, he saw a black figure rising into the sky from under the basket... Boom!
The basketball was slammed into the basket. Although Yang Mo could also dunk, in comparison, he felt that this dunk was at least three blocks ahead of his own.
drop!
The monkey who was dunked by Yan quickly asked for a timeout, then quickly ran to Yang Mo and said, "Brother Mo, why did you come just now? It's already 7:0."
"What's wrong?" Yang Mo asked without being particularly nervous. But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized that something was wrong, so he quickly asked, "Could it be... what did you bet on this time?"
"Uh..." When the monkey heard this, he immediately stretched out his skinny arms and scratched his head, just like a monkey. That's why he is called a monkey.
As soon as he made this move, Yang Mo knew that he had guessed correctly. He shook his head helplessly and asked, "Tell me, what are you betting on this time?"
Before the monkey could answer, Li Feng came over arrogantly and said, "Just wait for your underwear to be put on your head, you stupid monkey!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Mo was still confused.
"What do you mean? Ask the monkey!" Li Feng shrugged his shoulders, strode towards the bench on the other side with a loud laugh - "a villain succeeds" probably describes his current state.
"Why does this guy always take the opportunity to act arrogant before he loses?" Yang Mo couldn't help but complain with disdain, then cast a questioning look at the monkey beside him.
Monkey hesitated for a moment after being glanced at by Yang Mo, and finally blurted out everything: "This is what happened, Brother Mo. Today, we were playing basketball, and Li Feng suddenly brought a black guy over to challenge us, and then said a lot of nasty things. Then, we were so angry that we made a bet with him. The content of the bet was that if we lost, we would take off our underwear in front of everyone and wear it on our heads. Otherwise, he would perform an underwear show."
After listening, Yang Mo was silent for a moment, then asked, "How many balls?"
"Three-on-three, 11 balls, three-pointers count as two." The monkey stated the rules very quickly.
"Okay, Crab, come down and rest, I'll go on stage!" After hearing this, Yang Mo took off his coat without any nonsense and went on stage.
Yang Mo walked away in a very heroic manner, but Monkey and Crow looked at each other in bewilderment. Is Brother Mo crazy? He actually substituted Crab, the only one who could compete with the black guy in strength. Who will grab the rebound? Who will defend the black guy? Are we going to float outside and shoot them to death?
Although he was puzzled, he did not raise any questions. Yang Mo didn't talk much, but he still had absolute prestige among these people.
As soon as Yang Mo arrived on the field, she quickly pointed her finger at Mike Harris, who always had a silly smile on his face, and then told him in pure English: " Next , your opponent is me!"
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone on the court was a little surprised - why did Mo Ge speak such pure English? Didn't he even fail the Level 4 exam? And...what did he say?
Yang Mo didn't know why he could speak such authentic English. He spoke this sentence as naturally as his mother tongue.
Did I copy Shaquille O'Neal's English expression ability as well?
Yang Mo could only attribute this to Shaquille O'Neal. After all, apart from the encounter with such a foreigner in his dream last night, he had no other connection with him in his life.
"Heh, finally I see a Chinese guy who is a bit arrogant!" Mike Harris muttered, not taking Yang Mo seriously. In his opinion, apart from Yao Ming, there is no one else in Chinese basketball who is worth looking up to.
"Later, you guys just shoot from the outside and leave the inside to me." Yang Moru said to the monkey and the crow.
"Okay!" Both of them nodded. Although they were not very confident in Yang Mo's abilities, they would definitely carry out what he said.
Being able to make teammates unconditionally execute any orders. There is no doubt that Yang Mo is a natural leader.
After Yang Mo finished discussing the tactics, he heard a familiar greeting: "Hello, pretty boy."
Looking back, Young Master Zhang's face came into view.
Haha, now all the enemies have gathered together!
"Hello, nice to see you again, little mushroom that picks up broken shoes!"
Once Yang Mo arrives on the scene, she will never hesitate and will not give in to anyone.
Zhang Zixuan was a nobleman, but he had never heard such insults. He thought about it carefully and understood what it meant. But he couldn't refute it. He did pick up Yang Mo's broken shoes, and he didn't have the confidence to take a look at his pants. He also felt that his things were a little small.
Seeing that Zhang Zixuan didn't say anything, Yang Mo quickly walked to the side of Mike Harris. He raised his butt and was about to take the position... poof!
Mike Harris, who was half a head taller than Yang Mo, was knocked to the ground without even the slightest resistance.
When this scene happened, the whole audience was in an uproar, including the other four people in the field - the guy who couldn't even handle a crab, Yang Mo actually knocked him upside down with his butt?
Crab on the sidelines was even more shocked, rubbing his fat hands over his eyes: he couldn't believe his eyes. You know, he was 2.04 meters tall and weighed more than 240 kilograms, but he couldn't completely shake Mike Harris. Now Mike Harris was actually knocked to the ground by Yang Mo, who was only 194 cm tall. It was amazing, right?
