Ling limu glanced at Zuo Li and Mo Zihao unhappily.
Zuo Li and Mo Zihao quickly shut up. The two of them looked at each other. They had only teased Fu Xiyao a little, and Ling Limu had already come over to protect them. If they said that these two people were nothing, they would not believe it even if they were beaten to death!
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The second half of the basketball match began again. Ling limu quickly launched an attack. His posture was fluid and fluid. He raised his hand and was about to dunk the ball.
At this time, someone rushed over and hit Ling Limu’s right shoulder.
The basketball in Ling Limu’s hand fell off, and his handsome face instantly turned pale.
The referee immediately whistled.
“Limu, how are you?”
Zuo Li and Mo Zihao rushed over and looked at Ling limu nervously.
The wavy bangs covered Ling Limu’s deep black eyes. He tried to move his right shoulder, and it was a bone-piercing pain.
He had hurt his bones and muscles.