Professional Basketball Skills, But You Haven't Played basketball in a Long Time?

The next day.

The sun was shining brightly.

Lin Fan was lying on his bed, playing with his phone. He would occasionally look at the sparrows that were flying around by the window.

At this moment, Ma Zhong slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed his dizzy head and said in a hoarse voice, "Brothers, it's time to wake up."

"Alright," Lin Fan replied and immediately got up from the bed.

"Lin Fan, I rarely admire anyone," Zheng Jinbao said. "However, I have to say that I admire you!"

"Yesterday, we drank a lot of beer, right? You actually got the three of us drunk, but you were completely fine!"

Lin Fan would naturally be fine.

It was because he could drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk!

"Lin Fan, are you from the northeast? You can drink so much," Song Yi said.

"Northeast?" Lin Fan laughed. "I'm from Qing City. Alright, hurry up and get up."

The few of them hesitated for a while before finally getting out of bed.