"Dear Liu, are you sure that the four of us, no, to be exact, you alone can defeat them? Tyson and I will not help you for the sake of the friendship between China and the United States?" The little foreign girl stood beside Liu Lang.
The person next to me chuckled.
His blue eyes were full of schadenfreude.
Obviously, not to mention that she won't go all out, Tyson, the big black man who is absolutely the best candidate for center, has already shown by standing in the corner that he is here to make soy sauce in this basketball game.
"Ms. Laura, if I say that I asked you to gather the number of people, it is purely because I don't want the future flowers of our country to be too embarrassed. Do you believe it?" Liu Lang showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, turned to the bottom line, and was about to fight for the ball.
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"The braggart." The little foreign girl wrinkled her cute little nose and rolled her eyes.
The reason why the ball is fought on the bottom line is because the rules of the ball during this period are that the players on both sides are on their respective baselines, and the referee throws the ball in the middle to see who can grab it and who can run faster, not who can jump higher.
Well, in terms of speed, anyone who sees a "pig" running faster than a leopard will be shocked!
The whistle had just sounded and the thrown basketball had not yet hit the ground. The five players led by Xiong Zhen had just rushed halfway and were still five or six meters away from the basketball. Everyone saw that the extremely arrogant fat man had already rushed over.
In the middle, he reached out and scooped up the falling basketball into his arms.
Foul false start? These words had just emerged in my mind and had not yet formed a verbal signal. I saw the fat man patting the basketball and starting up at high speed again, rushing towards his own half.
Xiong Zhen was so frightened that he suddenly stopped his steps, lowered his waist, and opened his hands in a defensive position.
But the speed of a fat man who can fly really surprised everyone. Just as Xiong Zhen made standard defensive moves, Liu Lang was already shooting the basketball past him like the wind.
Xiong Zhen turned around and chased him, shouting: "Stand up and block him."
Facing the fat man rushing over at high speed, the faces of the two student players standing in front of the penalty spot wearing white shirts were as yellow as the ground. They are both top students, so they naturally know that speed and mass are the keys to the kinetic energy of an object.
Could the kinetic energy carried by the fat man be equivalent to that of a car? I wonder if the two top students could calculate the amount of kinetic energy at that moment. Anyway, these two people still stood there as if they were dead, with their hands raised high.
Blocking Liu Lang's way.
There were obstacles in front of him and pursuers behind him. Seeing that Liu Lang's raid was about to return in vain, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Liu Lang, who was charging at high speed, showed his white teeth and grinned, which violated the common sense of physics.
Stopped suddenly.
Xiong Zhen, who was chasing behind him, didn't notice. He rushed forward for another two meters before barely stopping. When he looked back at Liu Lang, he could only see in despair that Liu Lang had already lifted the basketball and raised it high.
With his arm, he threw the basketball in an extremely standard shot.
The hand rises and the ball falls.
For Liu Lang, whose muscles have been controlled to an extremely terrifying level and can stab a fly ten meters away with a knife, the basin-sized basket five or six meters away is really no different than the vast ocean.
Xiong Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank. With his amazing physical fitness, standard shooting hand, and impeccable shooting accuracy, he is definitely a master. He is indeed qualified to say that everyone here is bad at basketball.
However, individual ability does not mean anything. Teamwork in basketball is the most important thing. Xiong Zhen was not discouraged after encountering Liu Lang's stunning blow. Under his organization, five Huaqing University players passed the basketball to each other and hit Liu Lang.
’s basket.
Two foreigners who don't work hard, plus Sun Feng, who has brute strength but doesn't understand the rules of basketball and is told to only raise his hands high to defend like a wooden stake, what kind of defense will they have? Even Liu Lang,
He just smiled and looked at the five young men passing the ball in front of him with his hands open and did not try hard to defend.
Soon, Xiong Zhen found an opportunity, cut to the basket, bypassed the big black man who was doing soy sauce, and made a backhand layup to score the ball.
The audience burst into cheers.
Although the fat man just showed off his great individual singles skills, Huaqing University's teamwork to score the ball is equally pleasing to the eye.
What's more, this is a home game, and the opponent is that arrogant fat man.
The cheers must be louder.
It was Liu Lang's turn to attack. The three soy sauce characters didn't even get past halftime, and it was Liu Lang who held the ball in singles again.
This time the five young men learned their lesson wisely. Two were in front and three were behind, blocking Liu Lang's way forward. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't fight one against five!
Since he was not allowed to enter, he had no choice but to shoot. Just after halftime, Liu Lang looked at the five young men in front of him who were waiting solemnly. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pushed with both hands. In everyone's stunned look, the basketball drew a trace.
Beautiful arcs, crisp and hollow into the frame.
The whole place was silent.
Tyson once again showed a trace of caution on his face. Others only thought that Colonel Liu was accurate in shooting. Only a killing machine like him, trained by the army, knew that this extraordinary accuracy contained the colonel's control of the muscles in his arms.
An extraordinary degree of control.
If those hands were holding a knife instead of a ball, it would be no less powerful than a gun, especially when thinking about the strange, black and glossy military thorn inserted into the side of the terrifying colonel's calf,
Lieutenant Tyson couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.
Within a range of twenty meters, he had no chance of avoiding the murderous weapon thrown by the Chinese colonel.
It was Huaqing University's turn to attack, and Xiong Zhen once again scored without any difficulty, and the two sides tied at 2-2.
However, when Liu Lang's face remained unchanged and he attacked with the ball again, Xiong Zhen finally understood what the arrogant but powerful fat man had planned. He was already leading the goal. No matter whether Huaqing University scored or not, as long as he took the lead
After scoring the fifth goal, Huaqing University lost.
"Damn it, just guard against him and we will win." Xiong Zhen gritted his teeth and roared, leading three team members to pounce on Liu Lang before he had even passed half-time.
Unfortunately, the physical fitness of a super soldier who had fought bloody battles in recent months and killed nearly a hundred Japanese troops with his bare hands was beyond the imagination of these young students.
For the next three goals, Liu Lang used his superhuman speed to get to the basket and hit a layup without even touching the corner of his clothes; he used his strong and powerful body to rely on three big boys to order
With jaw-dropping brute force, he squeezed into the three-second zone and scored a hook goal; for the last shot, he simply took off from the free throw line, glided one meter, and then threw the ball into the basket.
Of course Liu Lang's original intention was to imitate the future leader Qiao and perform a jump dunk from the free throw line. Unfortunately, his weight of 200 kilograms hindered his flight. The huge gravity did not allow him to become a superman after all. "Boom"
As he stood on the ground, Liu Lang had no choice but to throw the ball into the basket.
However, this has almost shocked people's eyes. Pull-up jump shots, long-range three-point shots, extraordinary speed, back shots, and gliding throws. Liu Lang used five different techniques to demonstrate that he has what it takes to say that anyone is not good at basketball.
Qualifications.
The little foreign girl, like the Huaqing students, looked at the awesome fat man in the field like a monster.
Fat people don’t brag, they rely on their strength.
Looking at Tyson who was also grinning, the little foreign girl couldn't help but feel a little headache, God! How did you create such a monster?
Xiong Zhen and dozens of other proud men also looked unhappy. No one wanted to see a showman who really had the ability to show off, right?