Rebirth of the National Male God

Si Huang smiled generously: "I think the results of the next work will also satisfy you."

Yang Bixian's eyes flashed, and he felt that the investigation he had prepared at the beginning was completely unnecessary, "Okay."

This time, RB's working group brought a total of ten sets of clothes, which were specially selected according to Si Huang's height and size, including casual clothes, shirts, suits, sportswear and home clothes.

Yang Bixian said, "This set you are wearing is also the latest of the season, just to shoot a set here..." He pointed to the basketball court in front, "It was agreed at the beginning, it's okay to play a game of basketball, right? "

Sihuang folded his sleeves up, "No problem."

Yang Bixian nodded and shouted to the surrounding academies: "9 boys who can play basketball!"

Few of the people present did not know about the brand RB. They understood that this was an opportunity to appear on the camera.

Yang Bixian personally selected 9 boys from the boys who came out. All of them were over 1.7 meters tall and above average in appearance. Standing in a row was pleasing to the eye.

This is why art schools can produce so many good-looking teenagers at once.

"How I usually play basketball, I still play basketball now, but at the critical moment, I still have to highlight Si Huang and give him the opportunity, understand?" Yang Bixian reminded him.

"clear!"

"Okay, let's start then."

The camera is raised, the cameraman is pointing down at the basketball court, and the rest of the staff are in place.

The 9 boys on the basketball court were divided into good teams, and the two sides were standing.

Sihuang, as the striker of the red team, Yang Bi first threw the ball to her, and then blew the whistle, indicating that it was time to start.

The two members of the blue team immediately surrounded Si Huang, and their expressions were well done, but it was too good to see that they had no intention of letting Si Huang behave at all.

"Mr. Yang, do you see this?" The director of the shooting turned around and asked what Yang Bixian meant.

Yang Bixian frowned, feeling unhappy that these young people were fooling him, but he still said, "Let's take a pat and see." After all, the effect of the water release must have a show component, and it cannot be covered up by the intensive repairs in the later stage. Yang Bixian had a little idea in his heart: if Sihuang has real skills in sports, the effect of shooting with real materials will definitely be better, more realistic and eye-catching.

"Sihuang, pass it on to me!" the boy assigned to the center back of the red team shouted as he ran.

Si Huang glanced sideways, and with a shot of his left hand, the basketball was accurately projected at the boy who was shouting.

The boy received the ball with a happy face, and immediately dribbled the ball and ran.

The two boys who were originally surrounding Si Huang secretly gave her a provocative look, removed one, and left the other to guard her.

The scene became four-on-four, and even if the camera mainly focused on Si Huang, there was no exciting point to dig.

"If you want to pretend to be a sports all-rounder, you have to be more reliable." The boy who was sticking to Sihuang whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I thought everything would be fine with a handsome face! It's too beautiful!"

Sihuang said indifferently: "In the end, you are just jealous."

The boy's face instantly turned red, "Who the fuck is jealous!"

Just when the camera turned to this side, Si Huang smiled and said with high spirits, "Some people, you are destined to be only envious and jealous, and you can't catch up."

The boy was dazzled by the sudden smile, and then heard people's screams, and found that he had grabbed the ball. He showed a smug smile and said to Si Huang, "Little white face who only speaks big words..."

Uh! ?

Before the boy's words were finished, he stared at Si Huang as he bent over and got out of his defense. He immediately chased after him but was stunned to find that he couldn't escape Si Huang at all.

On the basketball court, the basketball forward who just grabbed the ball rushed into the red square court with a confident smile on his face, skillfully dodging one or two interceptions, and when he reached the perfect distance in his mind, he could shoot the ball with both hands. ...

boom.

A crisp and thick voice sounded.

The blue team striker only felt the white shadows in front of him, and the sense of reality in his hands disappeared.

He turned his head in amazement, only a handsome and handsome back was left in his sight.

"Stop him!"

Without the blue team's striker shouting, the other four members of the blue team all went over to Si Huang—knowing that the camera master was catching Si Huang, they had to follow him if they wanted to be on camera. And do you really want to stand out alone? There are no doors!

Boys are jealous and embarrassing people of the same sex. They generally don't play tricks. The old paper just doesn't look down on you. What's the matter with you? From the behavior, it is full of male aggression, which is obvious at a glance.

In the face of the four-person siege, the people from the red team also came and stood far away, "Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

This time, Si Huang didn't even glance at Xing, he dribbled and sprinted without looking sideways.

"Fuck! You're so arrogant, we'll see how humiliated you are!"

The first 1.75m boy stood in front of him with a sturdy body and wanted to grab the ball with his big palms down.

Si Huang flexibly turned sideways as expected, the hand dribbling the ball easily turned, the basketball bounced from the boy's crotch, Si Huang and the boy passed sideways, and the basketball returned to her hand just in time.

The second interceptor came immediately, Si Huang's eyes shifted to the right, his body leaned, and his right hand dribbling the ball also went to the right.

The blue team guard quickly followed, already thinking of the feeling of getting the basketball, and then his smile froze...

brush--

The right hand shook from the waist, the basketball was thrown from behind to the left, and the left hand held the ball and continued to dribble. Si Huang's body naturally returned to the right position and continued to move forward.

This is fake action!

The third... Si Huang, who was dribbling the ball abruptly, stopped suddenly, and the stop was quite steady and unexpected. The basketball team's center guard didn't stop the car, and when he came to his senses, Si Huang had already left.

The fourth... can't catch up at all!

boom!

Beyond the three-point line.

The slender boy jumped lightly and powerfully, the basketball threw a beautiful parabola from his hand, and the sound of the perfect capture was simply pleasant.

From the teenager's arrival, bending, jumping, shooting, landing... The whole process is as smooth as it can be achieved after countless rehearsals, and it is smooth and natural to the eyes.

She landed on her feet, glanced at the basketball that had already run away, and then reached out and tangled the hair scattered on her forehead to the back of her head at will. The fair and slender five fingers are like jade carvings, weaving between the black hair, the slightly raised jaw, the full forehead, squinting over to look at the blue team's losers' eyes, clear and full of the disdain of the winners .

The scene was silent.

Si Huang raised the corners of his blushing lips, and his aura exploded instantly. He was cold and noble, and there was a bit of youthful arrogance in his elegance.

The five members of the blue team were all blushing and their blood boiled with anger.

"One more time!"

"Yes, let's play again! The one who loses is called brother!"

"It's so arrogant, I can't wait to punch him in the face!"

Compared to them, the girls onlookers were all crazy.

"Sihuang! Sihuang! Sihuang - so handsome!"

"Long live Your Majesty! Your Majesty is invincible! Your Majesty tortured them to death!"

Before I knew it, at least two or three hundred men and women had gathered here in the playground. There were all girls in one area, and they shouted with great momentum.

Sihuang turned his head to look, and found that he didn't know how they did it, but he actually made a banner in a short period of time, with the seven characters "Your Majesty, I love you" written in big thick pen. There are also girls who don't know where to get Si Huang's enlarged photo poster. The two girls held it together, and they shouted excitedly when they saw Si Huang.

Those who didn't know this scene thought it was a big star coming to hold a concert or something. The surrounding male students all stared at Si Huang with subtle eyes, and it was not unreasonable to be jealous and envious of her.

Si Huang put down the hand that was pulling his hair, and the girl's side also became neat and quiet in an instant.

Si Huang smiled helplessly, "Isn't this filming a promotional film?"

Everyone returned to God: "..."

Yang Bixian was also startled, and then smiled while holding his forehead. Going to look at the refreshing and high-spirited handsome boy on the basketball court, his face is still the same face, but the arrogant yuppie look that confuses people is gone. He looked at Si Huang carefully, and suddenly said, "You did a good job, but this scene is still a little flawed."

Everyone present looked at him.

Yang Bixian pointed to his forehead and smiled at Si Huang: "There is no sweat at all, and there is no youthful blood."

Sihuang smiled and said nothing.

The five boys of the basketball team froze. Damn, sprinting and breaking through the five of them, and they didn't sweat at all, what does this mean? It shows that people don't have any effort at all!

The crowd of girls screamed again.

"Look at His Majesty's sweat! It's best to take off your sweaty clothes--!" An excited voice broke through the obstacles and reached everyone's ears.

People including Si Huang looked at the voice and found that the four sisters Huo Yuzhi also came running at some time in the group of girls. The person who just sent out the ultrasound and the rude shout was Tian Jiuran among the four sisters.

"Undress! Undress! Undress—!" Under the leadership of the four sisters, the girls all swayed and performed vigorously.

The boys were both envious and gloating, ready to see how Si Huang would end.

Yang Bixian was also interested and watched the play without speaking.

Si Huang, who was in the sound, shook his head, turned to face the group of girls, and said, "You can't take off your clothes."

"Ah—" The girls at this moment forgot whether they had any grievances or not before. They were surprisingly tacit and united. A pitiful hiss came out of his mouth, "Why not? Why not? What are boys afraid of?"