"What do you mean? This is the place where Emperor Mo fought in the past. It is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for ordinary people to play here and feel the style of Emperor Mo. How can you be so dismissive?" A man dressed as a reporter asked.
Mo Di is the nickname given to Mo Lei by the media and fans to express their love for Mo Lei.
I don’t know since when, fans began to call their favorite stars “X Emperor” to show how powerful they are.
But in Lu Fan's eyes, this was almost like a joke.
The basketball superstars back then, the first and second men in the history of basketball, were not called emperors or emperors. However, these young stars now have such awesome nicknames. Those who don’t know may think that, The stars of today are far better than those of the past.
It's a pity that the current stars are still far from the greats of the past.
And Mo Lei is even worse.
He can't even get into the Citizen Professional League, which represents the highest level of world basketball, so how can he deserve the title of God?
Of course, Lu Fan did not say these words. If he did, he would probably be sprayed to death by the crazy fans and media at the scene.
"Just because you regard this place as a holy place doesn't stop me from finding it boring to play here, right? Is there any relationship between us?" Lu Fan shook his head.
"Is playing basketball boring? You can also play basketball? Are you qualified to play basketball?" The reporter still refused to give up.
Perhaps because he felt inspired by seeing Mo Lei's approving eyes, he actually took two steps and came to Lu Fan.
"Do you know how happy it is for a person who loves basketball to be able to play on a good court? This kind of happiness cannot be blasphemed by anyone!"
Lu Fan didn't expect that this guy would actually start going online.
Is this to turn him into a bad guy who destroys the happiness of basketball fans?
The key is, why is this guy like a mad dog, biting whoever he catches?
I just said something boring, why did I get bitten?
"Well, I wish you happiness. I hope you can play where your idol once played, and then follow in the footsteps of your idol."
Lu Fan, who returned to school, seemed to have regained some of his childishness.
At any other time, he would not bother to deal with such boring people.
But now, for the first time, he became sarcastic.
Maybe it's because I used to really like playing basketball and the sport of basketball itself, instead of being like this group of people who distorted the sport of basketball like crazy fans.
Play basketball, just play basketball. What does it mean to have a personality cult?
If possible, Lu Fan really wanted to simply play basketball.
But this is no longer possible.
With his current physical condition, basketball is already too much of a pediatric sport for him.
No one likes to do something that comes easily to them.
"From your tone, you seem a little unconvinced?" Of course the reporter would not be willing to accept Lu Fan's sarcasm.
He looked at Lu Fan.
The young man in front of him was only about 1.8 meters tall and didn't look very strong.
The most important thing is that this kid's fingers are very even, and it looks like he barely plays basketball.
Anyone who plays basketball knows that the finger joints of people who play regularly will become thicker, which looks very obvious.
How could a person who doesn't play basketball very much and is just a cloud player talk nonsense in front of Mo Di?
"How about you dare to play a few balls with me and apologize if you lose?" The reporter looked at Lu Fan provocatively.
Not only is he a basketball reporter, he also once played in a basketball school team. His skills are not as good as those of professional players, but among ordinary people, he is definitely top-notch.
It's definitely more than enough to deal with someone who doesn't play much.
The reporter has already thought about humiliating this kid on the court later.
How to get here?
Facial cumshot?
I am very sure of that.
Hit from behind and crushed?
This kid may not be able to guard against it.
Riding buckle?
Forget it.
It's still difficult to dunk on your own, let alone dunk on others.
In a short period of time, the reporter had already imagined countless plans in his mind.
No matter which plan he adopted, he severely humiliated the young man in front of him.
"Fight with you? Forget it, I'm not interested." Lu Fan shook his head.
He really has no interest in abusing ordinary people.
Winning doesn't reflect one's own strength. Losing means there is no way you will lose at all.
"Don't you dare?" The reporter raised his head, pointed his nostrils at Lu Fan, and hummed hard.
"It's not that I don't dare, it's just that there's no need." Lu Fan sighed.
"If you have time, continue to pester your Emperor Mo. Maybe you can also make some news. Why are you always hanging around in front of me?"
"You insult the spirit of basketball, I just want to use basketball to teach you how to behave!" the reporter shouted.
His entanglement finally attracted the attention of many people on Mo Lei's side, and even Mo Lei himself got involved.
"Are you going to duel? If you don't have a ball, you can use mine."
As he spoke, he threw the ball in his hand.
The reporter was overjoyed. He felt that his actions were supported by Emperor Mo.
He caught the basketball and spun it on his fingers.
He really has a good feel for the ball, and the basketball keeps spinning on his fingers very obediently without falling off at all.
"If you don't dare, just apologize to Emperor Modi and us basketball fans, that's fine." The reporter turned the ball and looked at Lu Fan.
"Alas!" Lu Fan sighed.
"Since you insist on looking for trouble, if you can do what I'm going to do right now, I'll challenge you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took the basketball on the reporter's fingertips.
The reporter saw Lu Fan trying to grab the ball and quickly avoided it.
He didn't intend to give the ball to the opponent so easily, he had to play with it anyway.
The reporter had already made plans in his mind.
He first took the ball back, then spun it around behind him, then dribbled the ball with two hips, and finally threw it aside for the kid to pick it up.
In this way, it can definitely be regarded as a joke.
It was a good idea, and the reporter did it.
He retracted his hand and wiped it behind him.
The only problem was that the ball didn't come back with him.
The ball is already in Lu Fan's hands.
The reporter quickly stopped what he was doing, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.
Lu Fan ignored his embarrassment: "Look, if you can do it, I will accept your challenge."
