Chapter 296 I'm Not a God

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Jiang Siming drove in the car, such a beautiful Lamborghini attracted the attention of the students.

It's hard not to notice the beauty of this kind of car.

Parking the car near the basketball court, Lamborghini's scissor door rose, and Jiang Siming walked out with the basketball in his arms.

The girls around screamed 'excited'.

Xiaoxian recorded the expressions of these girls perfectly, and the female audience laughed when they saw it, with a feeling of pride.

They were also like this just now. It seems that Mingshen hasn't changed much in reality, just look at the expressions of these female college students.

"Hahaha, seeing their nympho looks like I see myself."

"Don't look at my husband so much! What are you doing, a bunch of little bitches!"

"I'm in Shanghai, I'm going to see my husband at the Conservatory of Music!"

"Let's form a team, I'm in Kunshan, is it too late to ask for leave tonight?"

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Xiaoxian reminded these barrages. After Jiang Siming knew it, he was really afraid that these water friends would form a team to 'snipe' him, and immediately said:

"I just play basketball for a while. If the water friends who are not nearby don't have to come, because I will leave after a while."

Jiang Siming said this to make many female fans give up the idea of ​​sending that something thousands of miles away.

After parking the car, Jiang Siming walked towards the basketball court, still followed by a group of female students, and even many bold girls took the initiative to ask Jiang Siming to call.

Jiang Siming refused one by one, he was here to play basketball, not to pick up girls.

Besides, the two most beautiful chicks in the Conservatory of Music have already been soaked up by him, and he doesn't like other rouge fans.

Jiang Siming simply refused, but the male viewers watching the live broadcast felt angina.

"Why are the same men, the gap is higher than the sky?"

"Aren't you ashamed of those anchors who can't catch up with their girls when they go outdoors every night?"

"I feel that if Mingshen does an outdoor flirting show, the effect will definitely explode!"

"Mingshen, it's fine if you don't want these little sisters' WeChat messages, but you can give them to us."

"A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry does not know that he is hungry. Droughts die from droughts and floods die from floods..."

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Jiang Siming really couldn't understand the "drought" of these people, because even before he took the genetic medicine, he was very popular with girls, after all, the family genes were there.

Otherwise, where did Jiang Siming's name "Jiang Xiaocao" come from.

One by one, the elementary school girls who refused to come to talk to each other, Jiang Siming knew that Wang Xinyi was in the tutoring room.

Wang Xinyi is already in her third year, and her family wants her to take a postgraduate entrance examination, and Jiang Siming also agrees.

So now every Monday to Friday, Wang Xinyi will stay at school and sleep in the dormitory.

Jiang Siming didn't want to disturb her study, so he didn't tell her.

When he came to the court, Jiang Siming found that there were people under the basketball hoop nearby, so he could only choose to join the group.

"Brother, are you missing anyone? How about teaming up together?"

Jiang Siming came under a basket with fewer people and asked the boy who seemed to have only two people standing beside him.

"Okay, it just so happened that our roommate had a stomachache and shit. You can replace him, but neither of us can play very well. How is your skill?" asked one of the short-headed boys.

"It's okay, no one here should beat me." Jiang Siming replied with a slight smile.

"My brother, although you are handsome, you can't brag like that, but you are so tall and you should be good at rebounding. Our rebounding depends on you." Another boy with bangs urged, Jiang Siming replied Take a nod.

The three of them waited for the rest of the group to finish.

The basketball in general schools is street basketball, the kind of three-on-three.

While the three were waiting, the inch-headed man looked at Jiang Siming several times, and finally asked, "Brother, you look like a god, have you found it?"

Jiang Siming showed a clear smile and said: "Many people say that, Mingshen seems to be the one who plays games, right?"

"Yes, he played PUBG, he's super powerful, if you don't say, I really thought you were him." The one-inch-headed man said with a smile.

"You are dreaming, the third child, how could he be Mingshen, Mingshen is much more handsome than him." The boy with bangs claimed that he was a little 'beautiful', so he rejected people who were more handsome than him.

"Haha, I think I'm him too. He's a game anchor, so how can you come here to play basketball." Jiang Siming looked innocent.

Superb acting skills fooled the inch-headed boy, thinking about it, Mingshen is the god of games, how can he come to play basketball without any problems.

Jiang Siming escaped this wave, but the audience laughed and scolded Jiang Siming as a chicken thief.

"I'm good at acting, it's a pity not to act."

"Myojin, is it really okay for you to deceive your fans like this?"

"Haha, this bangs man is going to kill me laughing."

"I can only blame these two idiots for not watching the live broadcast, otherwise they will recognize it."

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The words of the audience were secretly conveyed by Xiaoxian to Jiang Siming, Jiang Siming smiled, quietly facing the direction of the camera, and winked mischievously.

Then a group of people was defeated, and it was Jiang Siming's turn and the inch-tou man group.

Jiang Siming stepped onto the court, and as soon as he stepped on the court, he felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity, as if he was the king of this territory!

This

This feeling, Jiang Siming also experienced in the swimming pool a few days ago.

It is an unprecedented self-confidence that fills the heart, giving people a sense of ease that they can easily win any honor in this area.

"Serve and serve, Peng Tao, where is your third child, why is there a newcomer?" The winning team threw the basketball to the inch-toed man and looked at Jiang Siming curiously.

"This dude always feels like I've seen it somewhere, isn't it a star?"

These three people also began to have doubts about Jiang Siming.

No way, college students are very familiar with this kind of new thing of live broadcast. Young people, the ability and time to accept things are not comparable to those of other age groups.

Jiang Siming didn't want to play basketball and turn it into a friendly match, so he quickly said to them, "Don't want to bend just because I'm handsome, I'm not a star, let's tee off."

"Well, it should just look alike, kick off!" The one who took the lead didn't think too much, and the two sides chose to start this simple three-on-three friendly match.

Jiang Siming's 1.87-meter tall man was very conspicuous inside. Among the six people, the tallest was the tall and thin man who had just asked the question, but he was only in his early 1.88s.

Jiang Siming was a head taller than him, and the others were even shorter.

The one-inch man Peng Tao wanted to try Jiang Siming's level and threw the ball at him.

Jiang Siming took it easily with one hand, grabbed the basketball with one hand, and held it like that, making it stand upside down.

Everyone was a little surprised when they saw it. This man looked like he had two strokes.

The tall and thin man opposite felt that Jiang Siming was pretending to be mysterious, and stepped forward first, trying to shoot the ball in Jiang Siming's hand.

Jiang Siming was like a monkey, and passed the ball from behind to the other hand. When the tall and thin man patted the air, Jiang Siming remained motionless.

The hands were shot in an NBA standard style, and the wrists were lightly tossed and the ball was thrown.

The tall and thin man wanted to jump to block the shot, but the height of the ball far exceeded his jumping ability.

I can only hope that this person is a parallel importer and can't shoot at all, but when I look back, this Jordan brand basketball slammed into the basket, flowing like water, and neat!

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Four shifts~

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