Chapter 918： There is 1 kind of person born to define genius

I am a pickled fish, sour, vegetables and excess.

I am a yellow braised chicken, which is yellow, braised and spicy.

This is the real psychological portrayal of Liu Peng and the others at this time.

People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

Liu Peng and the others sighed again and again, they couldn't compare, really couldn't compare. As far as Xu Ang's talent is concerned, it is no wonder that Xu Ang, who is about the same age, has already killed all sides in the NBA, which represents the highest level of professional men's basketball, and they are still worried about whether they can enter the CBA and become professional players.

How big is the gap between people?

Do not doubt, the gap between people is so big.

If you think there is a big gap between people and dogs, then you are very wrong. Sometimes the gap between people is even bigger than the gap between people and dogs.

In the past, Liu Peng didn't believe this. He believed that everyone carried one head on two shoulders. Even if there was a gap, it was impossible to be like that, but today he believed it.

I saw Xu Ang grabbing the basketball and glancing at the basket ten meters away, catching the ball with one hand, protecting the ball with the other, standing with his legs side by side, and making a shooting posture.

Liu Peng, who is a basketball expert, is familiar with this action. It is the standard posture when shooting.

Although he saw Xu Ang's idea, Liu Peng subconsciously denied it.

You're so far apart that you're almost halfway across the court. Are you still shooting?

This is equivalent to receiving the serve in your own half, and then throwing the ball directly without even reaching the half-court line, then you may not want to tilt your head to Heizhou.

As soon as the idea came to his mind, Liu Peng thought that Xu Ang had made a lot of shots from the half-court line, and the distance didn't seem to be shorter than it is now. In the professional arena, Xu Ang can make a shot, and there is no reason why he can't make a shot when there is no defense.

As soon as he thought about it, he saw the basketball draw a beautiful arc in the air, and then plunged into the basket.

"This... is so accurate!"

"It's just divine."

Listening to his teammates' heartfelt admiration, Liu Peng began to admit in his heart that there is a kind of person he was born to attack others, and there is a kind of person he was born to define the word genius.

Too bad it's not me.

Liu Peng wanted to cry.

Hit, hit.

But instead of crying, he laughed.

As expected of a man whom I regard as my idol, he is strong, fierce, and handsome.

Old Liu, I really didn't follow the wrong person.

"Idols are awesome!"

Xu Ang was surprised by the broken-sounding admiration.

It's kind of interesting to be tall.

"Thanks, buddies outside."

The ball that flew off the court was thrown back, and someone thanked him across the green belt.

At the end, the man seemed unwilling to say, "You are so lucky with that ball."

Sports guys who like to sweat and have high energy have their own pride, and they will not easily admit that they are inferior to others.

You call this a ball of luck?

Asshole, I don't know anything, what are you babbling about!

Liu Peng was not happy when he heard it. He opened his eyes and was about to go up and talk to the man.

Xu Ang, who didn't want to have a pointless dispute, stopped him: "The teacher is still waiting for me, let's go first, but we can't let the teacher wait in a hurry."

As a junior, making the elders wait is not in line with the etiquette of China since ancient times, not to mention that this elder is his own teacher.

"All right."

Even if he was unwilling, the parties themselves didn't care, and Liu Peng was not easy to cause trouble again. However, when he left, he glanced at the basketball court, took the person who spoke to his heart, and planned to talk to this guy later.

Dare to say that my idol casts luck balls, don't leave after class.

Come on, boy, let's go heads-up, let me see how good your basketball skills are, and let you dare to talk to my idol like that.

Liu Peng didn't know that his actions did not deceive Xu Ang. The latter also silently matched a line for him and the man in his heart - the dispute began.

Although he sensed Liu Peng's actions, Xu Ang did not stop it. In his perception, Liu Peng is not malicious, it's just that I don't like to hear what you say that is unique to young people, and your reaction is different from what I preset. With the management of the university in this era, there is no follow-up to this kind of small resentment.

Xiao Gouzi, who was almost hit by a basketball because he was running around, was physically restrained by his brother holding his little hand, which made Xiao Gouzi, who was used to playing fun, very dissatisfied.

She struggled twice and found that she couldn't make it, so she could only beg Xu Ang: "Brother, let your sister go."

"Don't let it go. You almost got hit just now. If my brother wasn't quick, you would be crying and wiping your tears now."

"Did you see such a big basketball just now? If it hits you, your hands will hurt, your feet will hurt, your whole body will hurt, and you will cry. At that time, my brother will have to ask Aunt Xie to give you an injection. , that needle you've seen before, it's so long, it stabs into your **** in one fell swoop..."

He heard that the more detailed the description of the elder brother, the more frightened he became. Xiaoxiao protested before he finished speaking: "No, brother, you are not allowed to say it."

What if my brother goes on and on and my sister is scared? Can you afford it?

If your sister is scared to cry, how will you coax your brother?

When my sister's tears fall, can you afford it, brother?

Although he looked fierce on the surface, Xiaogouzi was actually frightened. She no longer wanted to break free, and honestly let Xu Ang hold her.

How painful would it be if such a long needle pierced my ass, it would be more painful than my mother hitting my palm with a ruler.

Thinking of the needle that was longer than his finger, Xiao Gouzi shuddered and moved closer to Xu Ang.

Stay safe with your brother.

"I'm your sister, brother, you have to protect me."

"Didn't I protect you all the time?"

"You are a good brother, and my sister loves you."

This stupid kid will say nice things.

Xu Ang winked at Xiaoxiao and made a face, which made the child laugh with joy, forgetting all the dissatisfaction of being physically bound by his brother.

Xiao Qingzi and Sisi came to join in the fun They ran to Xiaoxiao's side, and the three little sisters began to chatter.

Seeing that the children were no longer running around, Fang Shuying, who originally wanted to stop Xiaoxiao when they were almost hit by a basketball, put out her thoughts.

There Xu Ang saw that they were safer than anything else.

The area of ​​Peiping University is not small. Fortunately, the place where Xu Ang and the others were parked was not far from where Wang Lun was.

After a quarter of an hour, Liu Peng and the three completed their task of leading the way. After leaving their contact information for Xu Ang to mail them signed jerseys, they left very interestingly.

Xu Ang came to the door of an office and was about to knock on the door, when Wang Lun's voice came from the door: "The door is not closed, come in by yourself."

There were so many people in their group that Wang Lun didn't know if Xu Ang would come.

Gently pushing the door open, Xu Ang called out, "Teacher."

Wang Lun greeted him to sit down: "Don't stand, sit down. Let's talk while it's still early."