Those around saw Old Man Zhan angrily slapping the coconut tree.
They looked at each other one by one, then shrugged.
Some even made signs with their hands on their heads, which meant that there was something wrong with the old man's head.
Wang Yi went up and stroked James' back with his hand, helping him to calm down his breath.
Comforting: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Today's young people are ignorant. Their skills are not as good as others, and they still brag about being kings. Even if we are now a lot of age, our physical strength can't keep up, and we can't run fast, we still jump.
It’s not that high, but we can beat them to death just by shooting.”
Jay Chou also nodded repeatedly: "When I was young, my two-point shooting percentage could reach 70%. Even if I am old now, I still have no problem abusing these kids with 50%."
When they said this, the fans of the King of Venice were not happy.
Especially the most beautiful one among the three young ladies.
She has red hair and is wearing white tight-fitting shorts and very short denim shorts.
She saw the video of the King of Venice the day before yesterday, and she fell in love with this guy right then.
His explosive playing style and strong muscles made her like him to death.
She originally came here yesterday to watch him play.
As a result, the King of Venice did not come yesterday.
I finally came today and saw his game.
Unexpectedly, I met some old men who said they could torture the King of Venice with one hand.
It made her teeth itch with hatred.
"It's just you old guys who keep nagging around. It really annoys me to death. One of the three of you, come out and challenge me to a one-on-one fight. If you lose, shut up."
By doing this, she really made Wang Yi and the other old guys unhappy.
Secondly, it can also attract the attention of the King of Venice.
The companion next to her quickly advised her.
"These old guys are quite old. Who knows if they have any heart disease or high blood pressure? If you accidentally bump into them and they die on the spot, you will be in big trouble."
Wang Yi was not happy to say this.
"Hey, hey, hey, little girl, shut your mouth if you can't speak. Even though the three of us are old, we work out regularly and are in great shape. If you don't believe me, try it."
As he spoke, he laughed twice.
The red-haired girl sneered: "Just give it a try. But you are too old. If I am bullying you one-on-one with you, we will not compete with anything else but shooting."
Wang Yi looked at Old Man Zhan and then at Old Man Zhou.
Old Man Zhan added fuel to the fire: "Bi! Let this little girl know how powerful we were back then."
Wang Yi nodded: "Okay, let me clear the names of our senior citizens today."
So, he made a trembling appearance and came to the center of the court.
The red-haired girl also followed him to the center of the court.
The red-haired girl said to the Venetian army: "I'll lend you a basketball and I'll teach a shameless old guy a lesson."
When the Venetian army saw this young lady's hot figure, they were naturally not reluctant.
Throw the ball in their hands towards the little sister.
The red-haired lady explained to them: "I don't know if this old man has Alzheimer's disease or something else. He farts in his mouth and says that they can torture the Venetian army now. I am so angry that I will teach this old man a lesson."
The three men from the Venetian army glanced at Wang Yi and didn't pay much attention to him.
He is just a shaky old man in his sixties, who would care about him?
The red-haired girl took the ball and made a few dribbling movements at will.
The crotch changes direction, and the back cross direction changes.
He is very skilled at dribbling and looks like he should be playing ball regularly.
As soon as he dribbled the ball like this, several men on the sidelines started to whistle.
"cool--"
"This dribbling is so beautiful. It feels a bit like Irving."
The Venetian army also secretly nodded in those years.
Although it seems like nothing to them, to ordinary passers-by, such dribbling is already very smooth and beautiful.
The young lady raised her chin towards Wang Yi and threw the ball directly over.
"Ten goals are thrown from the free throw line, and whoever scores more goals wins."
Wang Yi came to the free throw line without moving the ball and looking amateurish.
Then he revealed a lustful look and looked up and down on the red-haired young lady.
Said: "If I win, give the old man a kiss."
The red-haired lady was obviously a little angry.
This old man, this old toad still wants to eat swan meat?
Then he said: "If you, old man, lose, I will let each of my sisters spit in your face, then get away as far as you want, and never show up in Venice Beach again."
She was extremely disgusted with this old man.
There was an unspeakable disgust in his tone and demeanor.
Wang Yi smiled and nodded: "It's a deal."
Then he picked up the ball and looked very amateurish.
His right hand shook and he shot towards the basket.
However, this shot was a direct hit.
The people around him burst into laughter.
Wang Yi shook his head helplessly and said: "Oh, I haven't played ball for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty."
Next I cast two in a row.
One still didn't touch the ball, but the other hit the backboard, but it was still at least half a meter away from the basket.
This caused the people around the new official to burst into laughter.
"Old fellow, go back to your grave."
The red-haired young lady had her arms folded in front of her chest.
.An expression that looks like a fool.
Wang Yi shook his head helplessly: "It seems that my body is really rusty. Let me warm up."
As he spoke, he put down the basketball and moved his wrists and ankles.
Start pressing your legs.
This once again caused ridicule from those around him.
"Aren't you afraid of breaking your legs, old man?"
"If you still turn your neck, aren't you afraid of turning your head down?"
"This old man is a complete clown."
After a while, the young lady got impatient and said, "Old guy, are you done yet?"
Wang Yi nodded: "Okay."
With that said, he came to the free throw line again.
Bend down and pick up the basketball.
No luck either.
Raise your arm toward the basket and flick your wrist slightly.
The chain-link basket net made a crisp sound: clatter——
Basketball goes hollow into the net.
The people around him were slightly stunned.
It is really surprising that a shaky old man in his sixties can shoot hollow.
But then they laughed out loud.
"Oh, this old man is okay."
But anyone can hear the sarcasm in those words.
The red-haired girl still had her arms folded.
There was also a look of ridicule on his face.
To them, it's like a five- or six-year-old kid shooting a basketball and making a lucky shot.
James next to him picked up the ball under the basket and threw it to Wang Yi at the free throw line.
Wang Yi looked at his right hand and said with a smile: "Brother, you are back."
Then toward the basket, with a flick of his wrist, he shot the second ball.
Wow——
The net fluttered and made the sound of metal chains.
Still empty into the net.
James threw the ball to Wang Yi again.
Wang Yi took action again.
Wow——
Hit three goals in a row and the ball is hollow.
As a result, everyone on the sidelines was surprised.
Chapter completed!