Damn it, one person won all the balls in one quarter.
24 points, this number is simply terrifying.
The opponent is Han Xu's team, damn, they are not rookies.
64:16!
Looking at this score, a group of presidents from various cities stared with eyes as wide as bulls' eyes.
They really want to strangle Xiong Lin to death now.
Where did this pervert come from?
One person brought excitement to the crowd. What was originally a team game of five people turned into a one-man show.
Whether they were watching TV or watching the live broadcast, or the audience at the scene, their mouths were stunned.
Unbelievable!
From the very beginning, Zhang Fan was driving the whole game, especially in this quarter, grabbing the ball, stealing the ball, dribbling, and scoring goals!
It's a crazy rhythm.
"Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan!"
At the end of the third quarter, all the audience roared.
Ouyang Feng? Han Xu?
Compared with Zhang Fan, he is simply weak.
"Take a break!"
The referee said in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on Zhang Fan.
Damn, pervert, pervert!
It’s almost impossible to look straight at it!
Han Xu and the others seemed to have had their souls sucked out.
The score is already like this, is there still a need to fight?
Even if Zhang Fan and the others didn't score a single goal, they still couldn't score 48 points in the remaining 12 minutes.
Ouyang Feng and others also looked at Zhang Fan as if he were a monster.
Even though they knew that Zhang Fan was very good at playing basketball, it was as if he was cheating.
In these 12 minutes, they felt like they were completely fooled. They all passed the ball to Zhang Fan.
At this moment, Ouyang Feng regretted telling Zhang Fan that he would try his best to score points.
Do Han Xu and the others still dare to compete?
Damn, I’m not satisfied at all.
But there is still one game left.
"Hey, Han Xu, you guys can't go to the last section." Ouyang Feng walked to Han Xu and whispered.
Immediately, Han Xu and others stared at Ouyang Feng with blood-red eyes.
"Ouyang Feng, you are so cruel." Han Xu almost broke his teeth.
"No, no, no, no, I didn't expect Zhang Fan to be so fierce." Ouyang Feng laughed sarcastically.
"Get out!" Han Xu glared angrily, and the mineral water bottle in his hand made a crunching sound.
"The game begins!"
The referee urged.
Watching Han Xu and the others come on stage again, he kept shaking his head.
With this score, is there any need to beat it?
"Even if you lose, you still have to exert your momentum. I don't believe it. In the last quarter, beat me hard!" Han Xu roared.
"yes!"
Han Xu's team members also roared with high morale as if they had been given a shot of blood.
"Return to defense!"
Ouyang Feng and others also immediately took action.
In the fifteen minutes of the half and the twelve minutes of the third quarter, their physical strength has recovered a lot.
This game must be won!
"GOGO!"
"Zhang Fan is stuck. He's stuck. Don't let him touch the ball." Han Xu yelled.
Immediately, several people shuttled back and forth, blocking Zhang Fan.
"Tsk, Han Xu is so afraid of Zhang Fan."
A group of audience members booed.
"hey-hey!"
Stuck yourself?
Think too much!
"showtime!"
Zhang Fan whispered something, and then went straight to the dribbler.
"Grass, pass the ball quickly!"
Seeing Zhang Fan's figure, Han Xu immediately roared.
However, Zhang Fan had already snatched the ball away.
"Ouyang Feng, showtime!"
This time, Zhang Fan's voice was so loud that even the audience could hear it clearly.
A group of people stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief.
showtime?
Damn it, so arrogant.
Shouting the show time so loudly, isn't this a slap in the face to Han Xu and the others?
The faces of Han Xu and others turned dark.
Immediately, Han Xu shouted: "Fuck them!"
Suddenly, Han Xu and the others quickly ran towards Zhang Fan with their legs like hot wheels.
"Catch the ball!" Zhang Fan roared. In the last game, at least give Ouyang Feng something to think about. Anyway, the score is enough. If you don't play at this time, you will be a salty fish.
Ouyang Feng's eyes were also bright.
Zhang Fan's last solo show almost destroyed his self-confidence.
How could he be cowardly at this time?
Three steps, layup, dunk!
No hesitation, no sloppiness!
"Boom!"
The basketball stand began to shake violently again.
"Yeah, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng!"
Ouyang Feng's fans immediately started screaming.
"Return to defense!"
Ouyang Feng was extremely excited. This goal instantly brought him back to his peak state.
"charge!"
Zhang Fan roared angrily, and immediately, Ouyang Feng ran desperately towards the blue half.
Zhang Fan flew up, grabbed the basketball with both hands, and threw it directly towards Ouyang Feng.
The opening scene appears again.
Ouyang Feng took the ball, smashed the board, and made a slam dunk!
"Boom!"
Score again!
Watching Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng's performances, Xiong Lin and the others no longer knew how to describe their mood at this time.
Your uncle, if they didn't know the strength of Han Xu and others, they would really think that Han Xu and others were the shills invited by Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng.
Is it so easy to steal the ball?
Is it so easy to block shots?
Are you pigs?
Don’t you know how to resist?
However, everything is of no use.
The score was refreshed crazily again.
71:20!
Zhong Tianchen, Lin Tao, and Su Haoran have completely become soy saucers at this time!
In fact, they didn't even touch the ball a few times.
It all became a performance by Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng.
"Jiji! Last minute!"
The coach whistled and reminded.
"Hey!" Zhang Fan laughed again.
At the last minute, let yourself end the game.
Zhang Fan clapped his hands, Zhong Tianchen rolled his eyes and threw the ball over.
"Zhang Fan cannot be allowed to score the last goal!"
Han Xu was extremely angry.
Damn it, it's the last minute, we can't let Zhang Fan and the others score again.
Immediately, Han Xu and the other five stood in front of Zhang Fan like a wall.
An extremely weird smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.
Immediately, he took a deep breath, accelerated, and ran wildly with the ball.
"What is Zhang Fan going to do? Hit someone?"
"Damn it, no way, this guy is still trying to cause trouble in the last few dozen seconds?"
"This is Brother Fan in our hearts."
However, the group of people in the face-slapping group were already trembling.
What will Zhang Fan do in the last few dozen seconds?
Han Xu and others looked a little pale, but they had no intention of giving in.
However, just when they were fully prepared, Zhang Fan suddenly jumped up with the ball in his arms.
About one meter in front of them, they flew up as if they had been hit by a truck!
"Fuck, cheat, cheat!"
A group of people roared in shock.
Damn it, Zhang Fan jumped over the five Han Xu people blocking him?
Are you kidding me? Han Xu is about 1.9 meters tall.
Time seemed to have frozen, and the entire stadium was silent.
Everyone's eyes followed Zhang Fan's figure.
Close, close!
Zhang Fan's hands were almost close to the basket.
God, is this a leaping dunk?
This is still not a human being.
"Boom!"
Just when Zhang Fan put his hand on the basket, the entire basket collapsed.
The entire backboard seemed to have been sliced off, and as Zhang Fan's body fell, it suddenly hit the ground.