The basketball drew a beautiful arc outside the three-meter line of the court and flew towards the basket. Although it was approaching the basket and was hit by two or three basketballs flying to the basket at the same time, Jianguo knew that this shot was thrown. Basketball will definitely go into the net hollow.
"Well, if you pay, you will gain. It seems that his twenty years of hard work have not been in vain." Jianguo joked in his heart, trotting around the court to do warm-up exercises, and Jianguo grasped the basketball that flew from time to time. Just throw it.
Ordinary dress, ordinary appearance, not outstanding height and slightly thin body, coupled with ordinary and unusual shooting movements, no one will be surprised that there is such a general generation on the court, no one I will be surprised, let alone thunderous applause and applause. This cannot be blamed on the more than 10,000 teachers and students surrounding the court. Jianguo is not "Jordan", not a hero in everyone's mind, and there is no reason for everyone to pin the miracle In such a mediocre young man who is wearing trousers and shoes, few people know.
Jianguo naturally understood the meaning of his vision from outside the stadium. Although he did not despise him, although he did not look down on him, such a vision also did not have eager expectations and fanatical worship. Such a vision told Jianguo that his own appearance would let him They completely discarded their hope, they were secretly thinking that No. 4 Middle School was just studying with the prince, and when No. 4 Middle School is over, there is absolutely no drama in No. 4 Middle School!
Several of my good partners seem to have lost the passion of the past. From the fact that they just shoot the basketball mechanically and have a solemn expression, it can be seen that they have encountered unprecedented pressure, encountered unprecedented challenges, and encountered unprecedented blows. In the fourth middle school, they were always giants on the basketball court. After half the game, they suddenly became weak "primary school students". The losers can only attract sympathy, never attract applause, no longer How could they radiate soaring enthusiasm, the focus on the court, who is no longer the Jiaozi on the court
On the other side of the court, it was just the opposite. The basketball players in No. 1 seemed to have taken stimulants one by one, shooting the basket exaggeratedly, doing all kinds of fancy moves exaggeratedly, amidst the laughter, From time to time, he jumped high and slammed the ball into the basket.
There are not many high school students who can dunk. Except for the short point guard, everyone in the four main players can fly and dunk. The graceful movements, superhuman jumping, and standardized techniques often cause forgetting. The screams of boys and girls off the court who lost their identities.
It is worthy of being the basketball elites trained by prestigious schools. As high school students, they have such basketball skills and possess such physical qualities. Jianguo really admires them from the heart. If it weren't for opponents at this moment, Jianguo might...
A long whistle cut through the sky, broke Jianguo’s contemplation, and also announced the beginning of the third quarter of the second half of the game. It was just that this long whistle did not attract the exhilarating, one after another, and mountains that Jianguo heard in the classroom. The sound of cheering like a tsunami.
The undefended Wang Hao easily led the midfielder from the opponent's court and passed the ball to Jianguo, who was three meters away from the left side of the court. He received the ball, dribbled the ball, and made a breakthrough inside. He had already penetrated into the three-meter line. Jianguo suddenly stopped and took a light step back with his left leg. He returned to the three-meter line. He suddenly jumped up and swayed the opponent who was half-headed above Jianguo who was also wearing the No. 8 jersey. He had to lose his defensive position. Although Jianguo took off at the same time, the No. 8 also jumped up high, but he was too far away from Jianguo. He was too far away from Jianguo. It was too far to cover the Jianguo action. It’s not good-looking, but it’s still a standard shot. The brand-new basketball turned backwards in the air, drew a beautiful arc, hollowed into the basket, and made a pleasing sound at the moment the basketball was in contact with the net.
With another long whistle, the referee raised three fingers high.
It was too fast. Less than five seconds after the start, Xu Da who served the ball had not yet returned to his court. The battle was over here; it was too fast, and the audience outside the court hadn’t reflected it yet. Many teachers and students have not yet cast their sights on the court. The basketball has fallen from the basket to the ground; it is too fast. The other players of the two teams have not yet made confrontational moves. Jianguo has rushed to it. The opponent's venue.
It’s not a small but fleeting look from the sidelines to him clearly tells Jianguo that everyone has to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. When the two sides are not firmly established, such a hit can only be a pure accident, since It is an accident that is not enough to arouse applause and applause. Only the eyes of the little red pair in the ten thousand green bushes outside the field, who have never left their body from start to finish, give their sincere admiration to themselves!
Jianguo glanced at Xiaoxue who had stood at the forefront of the field, smiled at her, and nodded gently.
"A good Jianguo." Xu Da, who was still on the opponent's field, ran to Jianguo, stretched out the thick palms, and patted Jianguo heavily.
Four were fast, one was faster, serving, receiving, passing, and then passing the ball. It took less than three seconds to defend Jianguo's No. 8 and he drove the ball to the third half of the court facing the basket. Near the rice noodles, one more step would be a three-step layup.
Standing under the basket, Xu Da rushed towards the opponent's No. 8 like a heavy tank. No. 8 smiled contemptuously. His right foot stepped to the right and his left heel stepped forward. A standard slow three steps, his body was abnormal. Dangling Xu Da gracefully, jumping high and about to hit the basket fiercely...
Seeing that No. 8's heavy deduction of 2 points is bound to be won, suddenly a seemingly thin figure jumped up from the left side of the court. In the blink of an eye, the man has already flown behind No. 8. Listening to a gust of wind behind his head, the person flying behind him has stretched out a small but extremely powerful left hand, and cleanly slapped the basketball that was about to hit the basket onto the backboard.
This kind of movement is already shocking for the high school students, but the shocking movement is still going on. The person behind the opponent's number 8 turned around in the air, stretched his right hand, and shot the basketball on the backboard in his hands, and raised it again. The sharp arrow of the basketball fell into Wang Hao's hands with exceptional accuracy. Wang Hao opened his hand and the basketball had come back and ran into the hands of Lin Fei in his own half. There was no defense and the opponent stared at him in the first half. The dying Lin Fei could finally let out a sigh of anger, and made a three-step layup, holding the basketball in both hands and slamming it into the hoop.
The long whistle reappeared, and as the whistle blew, the referee's two high-stretched fingers seemed to cooperate with Lin Fei for dunking, and swiped down fiercely.