Chapter 677: Two goals

Chapter 677
There was unspeakable silence in the field.
He Luo's teammates are dumbfounded.
Is it still a human who can throw 500 miles per hour?
In the stands, Meng Yao and Chen Yueqi were about to go to heaven.
"Nice! Teacher Zhou!" Chen Yueqi shouted in her voice.
She knew that Teacher Zhou was great, but she didn't expect to be so great.
Before, Teacher Zhou rode her into the examination room. She only thought it was handsome.
Today, in order to vent her anger, Teacher Zhou rubbed and rubbed He Luo's dignity directly on the ground.
The pace of the devil.
Chen Yueqi's little sisters also leaned against each other as if they were drunk, covering their foreheads, all limp.
If you are too excited, you will lose your strength. These little girls are in this state.
They quietly looked at Chen Yueqi, who was bouncing and tireless, with boundless envy in their hearts.
Why is such an awesome boy actually Chen Yueqi's teacher?
Why can't we meet earlier?
But after seeing Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing, these little girls became a little more sober.
The more powerful men are, the further away they are.
With Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing's temperament, wealth and appearance, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yang are only visible friends, not lovers.
One can imagine how high Zhou Yang's standards will be!
And Chen Yueqi... In Zhou Yang's mind, she should be a student at most, a little kid who doesn't understand anything, right?
Thinking of this, the hearts of these girls are somewhat balanced.
Woman...hehe.
"Captain, how are you?" The teammates surrounded He Luo in the middle, softly comforting.
"I'm fine!" He Luo said solemnly.
All right?
What are you shaking?
The teammates muttered.
For some reason, the teammates were very happy when they saw that He Luo didn't respond at all.
Are you not a superstar in the major leagues?
Are you not a double-skilled pitcher?
Why... when you can't react?
Facing the speed of 500 miles per hour, you have no curse, right?
The emotion of gloating over misfortune hovered in everyone's hearts.
He Luo is too powerful, and He Luo is too arrogant.
So arrogant that sometimes teammates will not let it go.
Today, he finally got retribution.
Man...hehe.
In the VIP box, Zheng Haipeng's face almost rose to the color of pig liver.
Guo Tianhua and Old Gu Qiang held back their smiles and forced themselves to put on a cold face.
"Mr. Zheng, it seems that He Luo is exaggerated..." Guo Tianhua said softly. Right?"
Guo Tianhua is really piercing soft meat with a knife.
What is Zheng Haipeng afraid of, what does he say.
"Mr. Guo, this is... this is... an accident, yes, an accident." Zheng Haipeng's back was already soaked with sweat.
Good you He Luo, drop me the chain at the critical moment.
If you miss a ball so badly, I will lose tens of millions!
Zheng Haipeng had already turned over He Luo's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.
"Unexpected... OK, let's continue to watch? If this He Luo still can't catch the ball, then there is no need to go on this gambling game." Old Gu was not salty and could make up the knife.
"Okay, let's see the result! I, Zheng Haipeng, will never break my promise." Zheng Haipeng gritted his teeth and said.
What if I lose?
Was it really sold to Guo Tianhua for RMB 240 million?
Zheng Haipeng has been considering this issue.
The result is... must be sold.
Can't break the contract?
Can't!
If the other party is an ordinary businessman who just has money, Zheng Haipeng would really dare to deny it.
But the other party is a key member of the famous "gluttonous society".
Zheng Haipeng dared to deny that the "Gourmet Club" had a hundred ways to play him.
"Damn...what the is that special enthusiastic fan? Where did it come from?" Zheng Haipeng looked at Zhou Yang who was calm and relaxed on the screen, his teeth tickled with hatred.
...
"Are you ready? I started the second shot!" Zhou Yang tossed and caught the baseball, smiling to He Luo.
He Luo specially changed a bat, stood in the hitting zone and swung it a dozen times in a row, then ran for ten seconds with his legs raised on the spot to increase his heart rate.
"Come on, ha! Come on!" He cheered himself loudly.
This time it was not only teammates, but even the audience in the stands could see.
Superstar, He Luo... tense.
"Come on, I will never miss this time!" He Luo shouted at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "I appreciate your courage!"
"Lao Tzu is the number one batsman in the major leagues. Do you think I'm eating dry food?" He Luo roared, "As long as you throw a good ball, Lao Tzu will hit ten thousand percent!"
"Okay!" Zhou Yang didn't quarrel with him again.
He slowly pulled away...
This time, no one would laugh at Zhou Yang's ugly and non-standard posture.
If the ugly posture can throw a ball at a speed of 500 mph, then every professional player is willing.
"Ha!" Zhou Yang shouted violently.
White ball shot instantly.
The speed is still amazing.
But I have to say that He Luo is indeed a powerful batsman.
He started swinging the baton as soon as the white ball left Zhou Yang's palm.
You know, the premise of hitting is the judgment of the line of sight.
But in order to deal with Zhou Yang's god-like pitching, He Luo used an early strike method that had never been used before.
As the saying goes-Mongolian!
He Luo used his peripheral vision to capture the flight trajectory of the ball, pinning his hope in the muscle memory formed by his countless daily swings.
As long as the bat can touch the ball, he does not lose.
The truth is that Zhou Yang's ball did not change, and it flew straight towards He Luo's waist and abdomen.
This is a real good shot.
"Boom!" There was a dull hit.
He Luo was ecstatic.
"Hit! Finally hit!"
He Luo almost reflexively dropped the bat and ran frantically towards first base.
He has forgotten that this is a one-on-one heads-up, not a confrontation.
Seeing that it was close to first base, He Luo, a beautiful flying shovel, pressed against the ground to the position of first base.
He slapped the ground hard, jumped up instantly, fisted and roared.
But soon, he discovered that it was wrong.
The audience was silent.
Almost all the fans covered their mouths with horror.
The teammates were also dumbfounded.
The atmosphere is very strange.
What happened?
He Luo turned his head to look at the direction of home base in amazement, his body suddenly stiffened.
Half a wooden bat in the referee's hand.
Above the thicker part of the bat, it is gone, only the stubble is not neat.
Zhou Yang smiled and walked over, holding the half-cut bat in his hand, and pouting his lips: "Did the team equipment manager collect black money? Can such a weak wooden bat be used?"
The eyes of the teammates floated to He Luo's face, each expression tangled.
He Luo's blood rushed to the top of his head.
His body shook unchecked.
This is impossible!
Zhou Yang's ball actually interrupted the bat?