All the muscles in Luo Yiwei's body were beating. He had never seen such an arrogant person before.
2:0!
In a best-of-three game, he dared to say that if he didn't beat him 2:0, he would lose. Who is he?
If it were Ouyang Feng, he would not dare to be so arrogant and say that he could definitely get 2:0.
Not only Luo Yiwei, many people around him can't stand it anymore.
2:0?
Are you kidding me? The other party is very good at saving baskets. How dare you speak so brazenly?
"Here comes the ball." Gao Qi came over holding a basketball.
However, he clearly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Why do so many people have murderous intent in their eyes?
"Come on." Zhang Fan walked directly into the basketball court, exuding a lazy atmosphere.
Luo Yiwei was almost going crazy. He gritted his teeth and walked into the basketball court and said, "I'll give you the first ball."
He wanted to see why Zhang Fan was talking to him like this.
Zhang Fan laughed: "Are you sure you give me the first ball? If you lose then, don't make excuses!"
If someone is being mean, you can't stop others from being mean.
"Fuck bitch Zhang to death."
I don't know who yelled, and then the deafening shouts and curses rang out.
The group of people surrounding Ouyang Feng immediately turned their attention over.
What happened? What kind of outrageous thing did that guy Zhang Fan do again? No, I have to go and take a look.
Suddenly, more than half of the people surrounding Ouyang Feng and the others were reduced.
"Boss, it seems to have come from Xiao Weizi, how about we go and take a look?" Tang Bing laughed sinisterly, with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.
Ouyang Feng raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan. After pondering for a moment, he nodded: "Let's go and have a look."
A large group of people began to move toward the basketball court.
The overwhelming crowd was quite spectacular.
Zhang Fan's side has also officially started.
Zhang Xiaoyuan's eyes were filled with worry. She remembered Zhang Fan's bet. If she lost, she would walk around the balcony on the fifth floor for a distance of 200 meters. If she was not careful, if she fell... Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little worried.
I dare not think about it.
Xuan Ye gently patted Zhang Xiaoyuan's shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry."
Zhang Fan held the ball and came outside the three-point line.
One-on-one, it's very simple. The attacking team scores a goal, gets one point, and becomes the defensive team. If no goal is scored after the ball is thrown, it will also become the defensive team.
Therefore, once you launch an attack, you can only try your best to score.
Best of three games, for heads-up, the time is basically within ten minutes.
"Let's begin." Zhang Fan dribbled the ball outside the three-point line and walked towards Luo Yiwei unhurriedly, as if walking, as if he didn't regard this as a game.
"Haha, that's it. Isn't he afraid of the ball being stolen? His opponent is a master at saving baskets."
"Isn't it because you know you can't win and are ready to give up on yourself?"
Luo Yiwei laughed disdainfully. In his eyes, Zhang Fan's dribbling movements were almost the same as those of a rookie, even inferior to the materials.
Standing completely upright, how do you dribble the ball quickly? The ball jumps so high? Isn't this an obvious way to let the opponent steal the ball?
Seeing Zhang Fan passing by him, he smiled even brighter. This simply meant that he didn't take him seriously.
He leaned down and jumped, his movements extremely fast. He was as agile as a cheetah.
The next moment, he came to Zhang Fan and grabbed the basketball with his hand. As long as he grabbed the ball, he became the attacker. He went out of the three-point line and turned back to attack. He believed that with Zhang Fan like this, he would
He scored a goal and probably doesn't know why.
However, just when Luo Yiwei was about to touch the basketball, Zhang Fan clasped the basketball with his left hand, passed it to his right hand from his back, and then threw the ball from his right hand to the backboard.
At this moment, Zhang Fan moved.
He bent over, kicked off his left leg, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the basket as fast as he could.
When he took the first step, Luo Yiwei's eyes jumped suddenly.
Is this a smashing board?
He turned around suddenly, and the moment Zhang Fan ran out, he also ran towards the basket.
Huh, I wanted to hit the board and then throw the ball, but I made the wrong calculation.
It only takes him two seconds to explode instantly from a distance of more than five meters.
Bounce? Hehe, he can dunk easily.
However, the next moment, he was dumbfounded.
Just when he was about to take the first step, Zhang Fan came under the basket.
Impossible! How could it be so fast!
Luo Yiwei's eyes stared like bull's eyes.
Zhang Fan jumped up lightly, grabbed the basketball with his right hand, and swung it from left to right.
The people surrounding the stadium were stunned.
Is this movement a one-handed windmill?
Anyone who can play basketball knows the difference between a two-handed windmill and a one-handed windmill. This is more than just a small difference.
You must ensure that when doing the windmill movement, the basketball will not come out of your hand. You must firmly hold the basketball with your wrist.
However, is it fucking crazy to catch a ball in the air with one hand and complete the one-handed windmill action?
Gao Qi, Wang Dong, Liu Fei and other members of the basketball team widened their eyes.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Except for Zhang Fan at this time, no one else in No. 1 Middle School could do this.
The ball was very stable and stuck firmly on Zhang Fan's wrist.
Big windmill, moving clouds and flowing water.
Suddenly, Gao Qi's eyes widened.
With Zhang Fan's height and movement, does he still want to dunk?
Just when Gao Qi was thinking this, Zhang Fan's right hand slammed onto the basket.
"Boom!"
A violent sound sounded, like thunder falling in Luo Yiwei's mind.
How is it possible! How can a student from a school do such things as catching the ball with one hand, windmilling, and dunking?
You know, he has been practicing this skill for three months.
And it was three months after joining the Provincial Basketball Team for one year!
Is this guy really just a high school student?
"Da da da!"
The sound of the basketball beating on the ground was clearly audible. Everyone was stunned. They held their breath and stared at Zhang Fan with a smile on his face.
Did this guy score a goal?
How is that possible! The opponent is a lunatic who saves baskets, Luo Yiwei!
Liu Fei's face was like a statue, with a look of horror.
Every time the basketball beats on the ground, it's like a giant hammer hitting his heart.
Scored, 1:0.
It was Zhang Fan who scored the goal, not his cousin Luo Yiwei.
One hundred meters away from the stadium.
Ouyang Feng, Su Haoran, Tang Bing, Lin Tao, and Zhong Tianchen were frozen in place.
The fans surrounding them looked at them in confusion, and then looked at the stadium with a hint of doubt in their eyes.
Did he score a goal?
It's impossible, the other party is the crazy Luo Yiwei.
"1:0!"
Zhang Fan raised his lips slightly, and walked slowly towards Luo Yiwei, whispering in Luo Yiwei's ear: "How did such a talent get into the provincial basket? Is Ouyang Feng out of his mind?"