Pure Love Chapter 42 Dare to shout at me? Give you face!
Luo Gaozhan ran over to serve as the server. After serving the ball, he ran back to the sidelines without even looking at it.
With the conscience of heaven and earth, he purely wanted to express his trust in Long Xiaochuan, but this move turned into contempt and ridicule in the eyes of his opponents.
Wei Shang was furious, and he also added some small pulling movements in his defense to increase Long Xiaochuan's intensity.
Now it was Long Xiaochuan's turn to feel uncomfortable. He continuously used various breakthrough techniques, but Wei Shang didn't succeed, which seemed to be flashy and useless.
After continuous testing, he could only make a fake gesture of worshiping Buddha, take a step back with a feint, open up space and shoot a mid-to-long range shot.
This kind of half-court confrontation does not count, and a shot made from outside the three-point line only counts as one goal, so the efficiency of this kind of mid-to-long-range shooting is very low.
Fortunately, the goal was scored, the score was 3:2, and the top five teams from Leizhai took the lead.
The more this happened, the more unconvinced Wei Shang felt. This time he gave the ball to Long Xiaochuan and asked him to play directly.
The game seemed to have completely turned into a one-on-one duel.
Long Xiaochuan felt the hatred and hostility in his opponent's eyes, and secretly rejoiced in his heart. At this time, it is easy for people to make irrational actions. If he is hit further, he will collapse.
As for how to hit the next shot, he had an idea after seeing the position of Wei Shang's teammates.
He moved laterally with the ball and found an unlucky target player at a 45-degree angle on the right side of the backboard.
He came over with the ball, and the man was obviously hesitant, hesitating between stepping forward to help defend and making room for the boss.
Long Xiaochuan took the opportunity to start a breakthrough. He first made a feint in the opposite direction from a distance of more than one meter.
Wei Shang had a sneer on his lips, predicting that Long Xiaochuan would break through in the opposite direction, and immediately started to intercept.
But he was too focused, all his attention was on his opponent. Who would have thought that Long Xiaochuan would use his teammates as human obstacles to cover...
As a result, he collided with his teammates in the next second, and Long Xiaochuan took the opportunity to stop and shoot in an open position, easily scoring a goal.
Wei Shang angrily blamed the unlucky teammate: "What are you doing! Are you an idiot? You don't know how to avoid me when you see me coming?"
The man was dumb and could only spread his hands to show his innocence, but Wei Shang pushed him reluctantly. If other team members hadn't come to persuade him, today's game would have ended early.
Pan Lei shouted the score: "Hey, it's 4:2, are you okay?"
Wei Shang's face was extremely ugly, his eyes were fierce, and he threw the ball to Pan Lei fiercely: "You have no right to speak, damn fat man, hurry up and kick the ball!"
"Ouch? How dare you fucking yell at me?!"
Pan Lei hated being called a fat man, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves angrily, as if he was going to hit someone.
It was Luo Gaozhan who smiled and said a few words to him: "Calm down, there is no need to be acquainted with such a person, give me the ball."
Luo Gaozhan kicked the ball to Long Xiaochuan again.
Long Xiaochuan met Wei Shang's gaze, with endless resentment in his vicious eyes...
He took a deep breath to adjust his condition, but this time he still felt guilty. Without the confidence to break through, he once again resorted to the "Harden step-back" shot.
As a result, Wei Shang saw through his plan, flew to interfere successfully, and the basketball came out of the basket crookedly.
There was only Wei Shang's teammate under the basket, so he naturally regained the ball.
Wei Shang looked at Long Xiaochuan with a ferocious smile: "You have no chance!"
This time he chose to hit hard from behind.
Long Xiaochuan really couldn't guard against the back attack of such a tall and strong player.
Even if he tried his best to use the "stool removal" technique like last time, it would be in vain, because Wei Shang had obviously received formal training and had more skills and experience than Shi Lang.
Faced with Long Xiaochuan's sudden withdrawal, they not only did not fall down, but also took the opportunity to score another goal, directly rewriting the score to 4:4.
Long Xiaochuan knew that if he continued like this, he would be embarrassed and embarrassed today.
Without thinking, he called for help: "Big ass, you go up to him."
"Ah?" Pan Lei thought he heard wrongly and pointed at his nose: "I'm going to guard him? Isn't it one-on-one?"
"Bullshit, when did I say I would challenge him to a duel? Come over and get to work as soon as you have had enough rest!"
Everyone was stunned. Thinking carefully about it, this was indeed a four-on-four game. It was no problem for Long Xiaochuan to find someone to switch defenses, but it was just not very honorable.
So everyone started to boo him, laughing that this young man couldn't afford to lose.
Long Xiaochuan didn't care, and even comforted his teammates by saying that his reputation didn't matter, but he would never cause others to call him daddy if they lost.
Yes, this is still a father-son game, and the loser has to call him dad...
Thinking of the consequences of losing, Big Butt and the others immediately cheered up and ran to the defensive position screaming.
Wei Shang smiled contemptuously. If we talk about tacit understanding and cooperation, he and his four companions have played together for three years and practiced various passing and cutting skills. He is confident that he can beat these weird idiots back to the countryside.
So he raised his finger towards his teammates and gestured for Plan 2.
Immediately a teammate came up and took the ball hand-in-hand.
Wei Shang immediately attached himself to the opponent Long Xiaochuan and provided pick-and-roll cooperation for his teammates.
Long Xiaochuan called for backup, reminding Sun Changxing to block the opponent's breakthrough, and he followed Wei Shang's pace without hesitation.
He judged from Wei Shang's clever movement that the opponent was a "fake pick-and-roll", and used his actions to destroy the opponent's entire pass-and-cut tactic.
The basketball failed to be passed in time and had no choice but to pass the ball from the outside. Wei Shang once again asked for the ball and hit Long Xiaochuan with his back.
But this time it was different. Just as he was about to catch the ball, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow pressing behind him.
Pan Lei's soft and elastic belly was like a big meat pad that cushioned his impact.
"There's something..."
Wei Shang made a tentative collision and found that the opponent was not moving at all, but he was pushed back half a step. He couldn't help but admire the strength of the opponent's lower body.
Since he couldn't get through, he turned around again and shot a fadeaway jumper.
Perhaps it was because of his reduced physical fitness that he was not able to jump high enough, or perhaps because Pan Lei was so angry that he performed exceptionally well. When he turned around and took off, he had just raised the basketball to his forehead and was about to exert force when a big fleshy hand came towards him...
"What the hell?"
He only had time to come up with an idea, and the basketball in his hand was knocked away, and his body fell down involuntarily.
The moment he landed, he heard a gnashing teeth and extremely arrogant voice: "I've given you face, haven't I?!"
His eyes gradually fell clearly on Pan Lei's face, a face with distorted features and a fierce look.
For a moment, the court was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but then it erupted into enthusiastic cheers. Faced with such a shocking shot, many people couldn't help but swear.
What? The 1.75 meter fat man actually covered up the 1.9 meter Wei Shang?
Uncle You, who was hiding in the crowd, covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly. He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his familiar contact: "The situation is not good now. Why do I feel that Wei Shang may lose?"