Ye Fan once again got the ball passed by Song Dongye. Seeing Zhang Enyuan blocking in front, Ye Fan moved the ball to the left, and then looked at Zhang Enyuan's huge body blocking the ball to the left, he pulled the ball into his arms and then transported it to the right.

Zhang Enyuan was a little angry at this time, his face turned pale, and even his mouth was trembling slightly. He took a step forward and wanted to block all Ye Fan's dribbling routes. But at this moment, Ye Fan suddenly had a very dazzling ball skills and fainted from behind, but Zhang Enyuan rushed forward because his body could not stop.

"Silly." Ye Fan turned around and looked at Zhang Enyuan who was slapped on the ground in a dog-eating shit posture. He took two steps forward, and a graceful three-step layup, dunked the ball into the basket.

"Wow, so handsome..." There were bursts of cheers outside the court.

"Didn't Zhang Enyuan play the ball well? Why was he knocked to the ground by someone?" Someone was very puzzled.

Zhang Enyuan slowly climbed up from the ground and was shaken by Ye Fan's fake movements. Because he was too fierce, he was thinking of revenge in his heart, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan would fall to the ground with a fake movement, and the corner of his mouth hit the ground first.

At this time, a trace of blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth. He reached out to wipe the blood, looked at the score beside him: 98:27, and suddenly felt a little weak all over. When he heard the sounds of booing outside the court, he felt even more embarrassed.

He turned around and looked at Ye Fan coldly, his eyes full of hatred. At this moment, he unexpectedly saw that among the onlookers, there were more than a dozen people standing out and occupying an open space there. The leader was really watching the game with a calm face.

Zhang Enyuan looked happy and stopped playing ball. He walked straight towards the man...

When he saw that person among the crowd, Zhang Enyuan's thought of being severely hit just now suddenly became active. He was humiliated like this on the court, and his resentment towards Ye Fan was already very deep. Look at him again, if it weren't for Ye Fan, he would be the unbeatable ball god on the court.

But today, in front of all the basketball elites in the school and all the onlookers, all his previous glory was defeated, and he was defeated so thoroughly. How could he be willing to do so?

Humph, just wait. Zhang Enyuan turned around and looked at Ye Fan with a sneer, then walked towards the man with a big stance.

Ye Fan also noticed Zhang Enyuan's eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and smiled indifferently.

"Mr. Ye, that kid and Zhang Enyuan are in the same department. This year, I heard that they are mixed with the gangsters outside." Song Dongye came over and angrily angrily at the people over there. At this time, Zhang Enyuan had already walked over and whispered something.

A trace of worry flashed across Song Dongye's face, but when he thought of Li Qiang behind Ye Fan, he felt much more at ease. The man was named Fan Zhiwei. Although he had a certain influence at Linhai University, he was still far behind Li Qiang who was born in aristocratic families.

"Come on, let's continue playing basketball and ignore them." Ye Fan said with his basketball in his arms and said indifferently.

"Okay." Seeing Ye Fan's calm appearance, Song Dong and Wild Horse immediately gathered several people from the school team together, and the few people shot and played casually. The students who were originally watching the stadium had not yet come to their senses yet, why did the game suddenly stop? Why did Zhang Enyuan fall and leave?

At this time, Zhang Enyuan and Fan Zhiwei said things in a vehement way, and then said fiercely: "Brother Wei, that's probably what it is. You must help me with this anger."

"Do you know that boy? What's your name?" Fan Zhiwei wrote Zhang Enyuan and asked.

Zhang Enyuan shook his head and said, "I was very eccentric yesterday. I have never seen it before. I don't know what it is."

"Let's go and take a look." Fan Zhiwei stepped on the smoke in his mouth and said coldly.

Zhang Enyuan was happy when he heard that Fan Zhiwei wanted to help him come forward. He showed his strength behind Fan Zhiwei. Although he was very low-key in school, he had a background in the underworld, but he had always been very stable in school. But even Lin Yifeng, the president of the Blade Club, was called brothers when he met Fan Zhiwei.

When Zhang Enyuan thought of the insult Ye Fan brought to him just now, he said ruthlessly: I will let you kneel in front of me later and beg me to spare you. Humph, I won’t waste one arm, let’s see how you will play basketball in the future.

At this time, the onlookers had already seen the tense atmosphere on the scene. When they saw Fan Zhiwei taking Zhang Enyuan to Ye Fan, although they were not distracted from what Zhang Enyuan did, they still hurriedly left the venue.

"Hey, boy, come here." The group walked over and Zhang Enyuan shouted from the side.

Ye Fan stopped, turned around and looked here. Then he raised his middle finger at Zhang Enyuan, held the basketball, and made another beautiful three-step layup, ignoring them at all.

Anger flashed across Fan Zhiwei's face. There were people who didn't give him face at Linhai University? Even if Lin Yifeng was overthrown by that Li Qiang, this person was not Li Qiang. He was still so rampant.

Song Dongye and the others stopped and looked at Fan Zhiwei with anger. Among them, except for Song Dongye who knew Ye Fan's identity, none of them knew Ye Fan. However, they did not leave because of Fan Zhiwei, but instead protected Ye Fan in the middle. Judging from their posture, as long as they had disagreements, they would immediately hit someone.

No wonder, the students on the school team are all from the sports department, and they are all full of passionate men. Although they are still afraid of Fan Zhiwei's revenge, they thought that since they are on the same team as Ye Fan, how can they leave at this time?

Seeing that Fan Zhiwei came over, Ye Fan stopped and looked at him curiously.

"I just called you, didn't you hear me?" Fan Zhiwei walked over, asked coldly with anger on his face.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan glanced at him, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and said calmly: "Is it because of the cat and the dog calling me, and I have to agree?"

"Fuck, seeking death." At that moment, Fan Zhiwei was completely angry. At Linhai University, he had never been insulted like this. How dare the young man in front of him say this?

But Ye Fan did not give them any chance. He thrust on Fan Zhiwei's chin with an uppercut. At the same time, he raised his foot and put it on his stomach, kicking him away.

At this time, more than a dozen people around Fan Zhiwei reacted. When they were about to take action, Ye Fan's body had already jumped up and punched Zhang Enyuan's eyes.

A stream of blood ejaculated out of Zhang Enyuan's eyes. Although he was about 1.9 meters tall, his eyes turned red at this time, and he fell to the ground in a daze. It seemed that he had fainted from the situation.
Chapter completed!