The Bancun youth controls the ball, plays steadily, and greets his companions: "Play well, they have no hope, the score is too wide. Everyone pass the ball to Mingyu and let him shoot the three-point line. We will Open the score to a number that makes them desperate. Even if that Qin Ze..." He was about to say, "Even if that Qin Ze is good at stealing the ball, it's useless", when his teammates behind him exclaimed: " Watch your back!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of wind behind him. His heart froze, and he subconsciously dribbled the ball to avoid... Where's the ball? Shocked, he turned his head and saw that Qin Ze was dribbling the ball and running towards his hoop, chasing after Zhang Mingyu who was desperately trying to intercept him. Qin Ze took the lead and managed to get under the basket. Turning his head, he actually threw the ball to Lao Wang who was far outside the three-point line.
There was no one guarding Lao Wang, so they all ran to intercept Qin Ze. He inhaled slowly, took off, and shot a three-pointer.
No one will cap me now.
The ball bounced back and forth on the rim a few times and into the net.
"Hold the grass!" the Bancun youth yelled.
Lao Wang, Qin Ze and others clapped hands one by one, enjoying the applause from the audience outside the venue. At this time, their momentum finally fully recovered, and their fighting spirit was high again.
The basketball team dribbled the ball again and launched an offensive. They used tactics this time. After Zhang Mingyu received the ball, he ran wildly for half the court. Several players gave up marking and screened and rolled Qin Ze. Sure enough, a gap was created for Zhang Mingyu, and he threw the ball in his hand without hesitation.
The basketball spun and flew out of the palm of the hand. Before it could draw a perfect arc, there was a loud "pop", and the basketball flew out with a whistling sound. This time it did not rush out of the field, but was caught by Zhao Baliang.
Another cap!
There was an uproar outside the venue, accompanied by the sound of clicking shutters.
"I got it, haha."
"I also took a picture, and upload it to the campus forum immediately."
"Look at the photos, Qin Ze jumps really fucking high. If he participates in the school sports meeting, he might break the high jump record."
Zhang Mingyu claimed to have a good family education, so she couldn't help but want to swear at this moment.
Didn't he get picked and rolled? How did you do it
Zhao Baliang rushed to the basket aggressively, made a three-step layup, scored a goal with a rebound, and scored two more points.
The score at this time: 22-11, the two sides are still far apart.
Zhang Mingyu was serving the ball, and he gestured to his teammates cryptically. The guy in possession of the ball hesitated for a moment, and passed the ball to him at close range. He really didn't dare to pass the ball from a long distance, for fear of being cut off by Qin Ze again.
After Zhang Mingyu got the ball, he jumped up high in front of Qin Ze. At the same time, he leaned back and threw the ball again.
I can't believe you can still block caps!
"Fallback jumper, three-point line, it's too reluctant." The audience outside the court exclaimed.
"If you don't shoot a fadeaway, you might be blocked by Qin Ze again. Damn, he has already been promoted from the face-slapping king to the shot-blocking king."
"Ah, Zhang Mingyu's posture is so handsome, I love you!!"
"Snapped!"
What responded to the audience's cheers was a crisp sound, very familiar, that was the sound of a cap being blocked.
Qin Ze jumped up, his jumping ability was lawless, and he slapped the flying basketball hard again with a powerful slap.
The cheers of the girls came to an abrupt end, followed by gasps.
block!
See also caps!
Do you want to do this? Are you born to block shots
Zhang Mingyu's gaze was dull.
Tongziji ran after grabbing the ball and scored two more points. The score keeps getting closer, and the balance of victory and defeat is also slowly tilting.
Soon, the ball was passed to Zhang Mingyu again. Qin Ze didn't open his arms in a defensive posture, and smiled, "I'll let you shoot."
I can make you doubt life.
Zhang Mingyu was gasping for breath, his eyes were burning with anger, he wanted to shoot the ball instinctively, but when he saw Qin Ze with a calm expression, he was shocked for the first time, why is his physical strength so good, his face doesn't turn red and he doesn't breathe... If I Shooting, he will still be blocked.
After a little hesitation, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the young man in Bancun approaching, gritted his teeth, and passed the ball.
After witnessing this scene, the audience laughed out loud: "Hey, Zhang Mingyu wanted to shoot just now, but gave up again."
"Haha, he dare not vote."
"Please ask for the shadow area in Zhang Mingyu's heart."
"Hahaha!"
After the Bancun youth received the ball, under the pick-and-roll tactics of his teammates, he dribbled the ball and successfully scored a point.
"Cheer up, everyone, let's make a quick decision." The Bancun youth roared, and there was a feeling of "push through the clouds and see the blue sky". Finally, a goal was scored!
He was full of pride, and felt that he had regained his confidence. Qin Ze blocked the ball one after another, and the experienced basketball players couldn't help but feel depressed. At this time, scoring goals is very important. As long as the momentum comes back, you can beat the group of half-baked players with your usual performance.
The Bancun youth dribbled the ball and sprinted, ready to score another goal to boost his momentum.
"Watch out behind!"
He heard his teammates yelling behind him.
The little bum is stealing the ball again!
The Bancun youth was furious, subconsciously turned sideways to protect the ball, made a defensive posture, and at the same time blocked the ball behind him... Hey, where is the ball
A figure brushed past him, and the breeze it brought brushed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and then, the ball disappeared!
I'll go, are you a dog
The Bancun youth yelled loudly, was intercepted again, and again was intercepted by Qin Ze when he had no time to react.
Here, after Qin Ze stole the ball, he ran quickly with the ball, bypassing the defense of two players one after another, and passed the ball to Tong Ziji, who scored a basket.
The young man who witnessed this scene calmed down for the first time, and muttered: "I ask for a five-minute pause."
Pause your sister!
Qin Ze's first reaction was to refuse. He has something to do later, but he doesn't have time to spend time with these guys. But Lao Wang and the others agreed, because this is a rule on the basketball court, and any party can request a timeout.
"What's wrong? Why is there a pause?" Zhang Mingyu asked the Bancun youth.
The Bancun youth looked around at his four teammates and said in a deep voice, "That guy is too athletic. If he keeps playing like this, it will be bad. Now the score is 24-16, only four goals away."
Zhang Mingyu's face suddenly became gloomy, "What can you do?"
At this moment, he also panicked. He was in a situation where he had a chance to win, but he didn't expect to be gradually overtaken. Judging by the momentum, there is even the possibility of capsized in the gutter.
"Did you find out that this Qin Ze has basically never made a shot except for stealing and blocking shots. He passes the ball when he steals it, and has scored zero so far. From this, it can be seen that he has no scoring ability, at least his shooting level is very poor. As long as Let's stop him from stealing the ball, and the victory will belong to us." After a pause, everyone's eyes lit up, and looking at him, the board-inch young man smiled triumphantly: "I have a way..."
At this time, in the campus forum, someone uploaded the pictures of Qin Ze's blocked shots several times, which immediately attracted hundreds of replies, and was then added to the top by the moderator.
"Surprised the trapeze!"
"Holy Virgin Mary!"
"Jump so high? Talent, hurry up, take the car beads."
"Okay, this Qin Ze has two brushes. Hitting Zhang Mingyu in the face again."
"It's ridiculous, and he didn't win. Zhang Mingyu won the final victory. Personal surprise doesn't mean anything."
"Upstairs you also admit that he is amazing. Even if he loses in the end, it will be due to the overall configuration. Zhang Mingyu may not be his opponent in basketball."
"Hahaha, ask for Zhang Mingyu's psychological shadow area, three consecutive blocks."
"Zhang Mingyu: Mom, I will never shoot a three-pointer again."
"Qin Ze ****! LZSB!"
"I'm going to the basketball court, cheering for Mingyu myself, and I will only be a fan of Mingyu for the rest of my life."
"Lord, what's the score now?"
After a while, the host replied: "24-16, it's hard to say who will win."
"Catch a wild landlord alive, everyone, take off your pants and come to him."
"I'll go, landlord, you still have the mood to post."
Host: "The game is suspended now, shit, there are more and more people on my side, and it's almost time for the school basketball game."
"I'm coming here now, fuck, who said just now that this is a battle without any suspense? I almost missed the good show."
"The host remembers the live broadcast, motherfucker, I eat with my girlfriend outside, I know how to eat and eat all day long, I'm like a pig's head, I can't wait to beat her to death."
"Hahaha, I took a screenshot, someone upstairs posted the girlfriend's ID."
"Same screenshot!"
"Hmph, what's the use of screenshots, this prodigal bitch, I want to cry for her every day."