Inheriting the soul-suppressing general, start training Feng Baobao

Unexpectedly, his weakness made those people more and more arrogant, especially the guy in the pink sweatshirt, and even had to shout inch:

"Hey, pick up the ball?"

If Zhang Chulan had an anger value on his face, Lin Lang could definitely see the anger value soar.

Seeing Zhang Chulan's face becoming more and more gloomy, even Feng Baobao on the side could see the change in his temperament.

Snap~

Zhang Chulan hooked his head and flicked the rubber band on his wrist, and the rubber band bounced on his hand, bringing a tingling pain and calming him down.

In my mind, my grandfather's teachings in the moonlight seemed to be vividly remembered.

No matter what difficulties you encounter, you must resist them.

Do not be discouraged, endure!

Endure!

Or endure!

Finally, Zhang Chulan hooked his head and went to pick up the basketball.

Seeing this scene, several prickly heads who were already extremely arrogant laughed even more forwards and backwards.

"Hahaha~"

"This nest of waste~"

The leader crossed his waist, shaking his legs, and mocked with a smile: "It sounds like the movement is quite big, fortunately, this classmate has a thick skin." "

The green tendons on Zhang Chulan's hand suddenly burst out, but without waiting for him to react, he saw another hand appear on the basketball.

This hand is wider and harder than his.

Zhang Chulan looked at Lin Lang in amazement, puzzled, "Big brother? "

Lin Lang helped him pick up the ball, and then patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder with a smile, and looked at him with a smile: "Since you call me big brother, then how can I, who is a big brother, watch my little brother being bullied?" "

In the end, Lin Lang's tone gradually became cold, and his eyes became cold.

An inexplicable temperament flowed, and Zhang Chulan was suddenly stunned.

"You..."

In the next second, I saw Lin Lang's five fingers tightly grasping the basketball, and then in an extremely standard throwing posture.

Turn around.

Reached!

Push the ball.

The three movements were completed in one go, and the muscles on the arms that were vaguely exposed were like the sculpture of Hercules Guhira in the morning light, shining brightly!

Swish!

The basketball is like a cannonball fired, bringing out a straight trajectory in the air and reaching the face of the stabbing head.

This is still Lin Lang's intentional control of the power, only used a stronger force than ordinary people to throw.

But even so, such a power is not something that an ordinary person like a pockmarked pole can bear.

Especially the thorn head was still holding his arm to watch the good show before, so between the electric flint, he couldn't react at all, and could only watch the basketball like a cannonball go straight to the bridge of his nose.

Boom!

Faintly, Lin Lang's keen ears even heard the sound of the bridge of his nose breaking.

The sneer of the prickly head froze on his face at the last second, followed by a cry of pain that resounded throughout the stadium.

"Ah!!"

For a while, the time of the entire stadium seemed to stand still, except for the wailing of the poor egg, the silence was clearly visible even when a needle was dropped!

The thorn covered his nose with nosebleeds and shouted several times, and the other companions woke up like a big dream, and ran over in a hurry.

Hands over tissues, calls for help...

Goo~

Zhang Chulan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked at Lin Lang's eyes as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

That look seemed to say, are you really my unreliable big brother?

Zhang Chulan felt that she was hallucinating.

The eldest brother on weekdays, eating asked him to run errands, and he was the first to run away when he encountered danger, but today, he actually made a righteous move in front of so many people?

Or did I have a lot of mental problems and started hysteria?

"What are you looking at?" Lin Lang gave him a disgusted look: "Shouldn't you be moved to the sobs, kneel on the ground and sing conquest?" "

Zhang Chulan: "...

Well, sure enough, it's still him.

At this time, Feng Baobao also walked over with a wooden face, and the eyes that were usually ancient and waveless, now looked at Lin Lang with a bit of surprise and curiosity.

As a result, before she could speak, the panicked cries for help behind the three had turned into one invective after another.

Lin Lang looked back, and it turned out that those guys came back to their senses, and they had already looked at him, the culprit, and walked over with great momentum.

Lin Lang's face changed, and he couldn't help but grab the sleeves of the two: "What are you doing standing stupidly?" Not quick to slip yet? "

After saying that, he violently dragged the two of them to take the road and escape.

Good men do not suffer immediate losses.

Anyway, they don't know, as long as they run away, they can't go to the police, right?

And it was the other party who provoked first, Lin Lang can only be called over-defensive at most, of course, in case he can't escape, he doesn't mind picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Zhang Chulan was dragged by Lin Lang to run wildly, but looking at the back of Lin Lang who was laughing and running in front, he felt like he had been knocked over a spice bottle in his heart, with mixed tastes.

On weekdays, Lin Lang often helps him come out, but I don't know when he really regards Lin Lang as his big brother.

Not relatives, better than relatives.

Grandpa told him to endure, and Lin Lang told him that it was unbearable!

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