C7 (1/2)
He was calm and composed, with a cold expression, neither hurried nor slowed. His thin and gentle arms seemed to be brimming with energy at this moment.
Even Chen Qigao and his team had forgotten to attack and defend.
The Universal Eye, all the precise angles, the point of power, the shooting time, all entered Guo Qirin's mind.
”To do with one's heart, move with one's thoughts, combine one's heart with one's thoughts. All external objects are nothing!” The words of the ”kata” resounded in Guo Qirong's mind once more.
”A man should kill thousands of men, behead the enemy and fight to the death before the army. He would rather take the lives of tens of thousands of men and women than the whole world!” Awesome words had taught Guo Qirong, who was the most sinister in the bones, how to kill. There were some things that should be killed, so be it!
”Your father once said that if Guo Zhengxiao's son wanted to do something, he would do it!” That day, the final words of the two elders from the small mountain village told him what kind of person he should be.
Chen Qigui's scornful smile, the disdain and disdain from the students on the sidelines, the indifference and heartlessness from his teammates, the concern and support from his dorm mates.
”The blood that flows is suppressed. I have never believed in fate. Everything will be decided by me, Guo Qirong!” Muttering, a cold light flashed across Guo Qizheng's eyes. At this moment, he lifted the ball high up and threw it with all his might. His legs bounced, and after spinning 360 degrees, he landed lightly on the ground, not raising even a speck of dust.
”Pa …”
Clang!
The ball was in!
Triple goal, super distance goal.
It was still the unfamiliar shooting motion, unconventional bouncing, and the thin body.
However, in their eyes, things had already changed.
There was silence in the field. Guo Qishen looked at him coldly, as if the person who had created the school's basketball legend was not him.
Lightly taking out his own cigarette, he lit it and exhaled deeply.
Without a single word, Guo Qirong, amidst the shocked silence of the crowd, had long since quietly beaten his way out of the basketball court.
Chen Qigui was dumbstruck, his mouth was like a dead mouse stuffed inside, his eyes staring unwaveringly at the spot where the basketball fell, his whole body was trembling in disbelief, shame, regret, and even more so, a deep fear for Guo Qirin, the fear of his opponent versus his opponent on the basketball court!
Walking down from the stage, Guo Qiren patted Wang Hu, Little Fatso, and a few people in the dorm.
”Let's go!” It was an extremely plain sentence, but it seemed to have a magic to it. It shocked everyone in the dorm, and they all left.
It was only a long while after Guo Qizheng had left that everyone gradually calmed down from their shock.
Instantly, the originally silent arena erupted into an uproar, a wave of shocked voices rang out.
”Heavens!” How did he do it? ”
”Intercepting from high altitude, disrupted the movement of the ball, and hit at three points from far away!”
”That strange movement technique, that intrepid technique, that cool posture, that extremely calm landing, that tall back, that well-proportioned body, and most importantly, that pair of cold and cool handsome eyes …”