Xuan Ye's eyes were like two crescent moons, extremely beautiful. However, at this moment, no one paid attention to her appearance. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the court.
Easily score a goal? Damn it, it feels like hitting a primary school student.
"Hey, aren't you awesome?" Zhong Tianchen sneered proudly at this time.
Just now this bastard called himself a waste, isn't he the same now?
"Boy, you are really good, just watch my attack." Tang Bing said fiercely, dribbling the ball and started attacking directly.
Zhang Fan followed Tang Bing unhurriedly, with a relaxed look on his face. When Tang Bing jumped up and prepared for a layup, Zhang Fan took action.
A big slap, directly covering the ball.
"Damn it, it's another shot blocked." The screams rang out.
The crowd of people watching were immediately speechless. Although the block shot was not as amazing as Gai Zhong Tianchen's before, it was a block shot as soon as he took the shot. What a hatred.
At any rate, Zhong Tianchen stole the ball during his first attack.
"Thank you." Zhang Fan dribbled the ball and trotted all the way.
"Guess whether I should shoot directly or lay up." Zhang Fan said teasingly.
Tang Bing immediately roared: "I guess your sister."
Zhang Fan's eyes widened: "My sister is watching from the side, don't talk nonsense."
With that said, Zhang Fan rushed out directly.
Layup, or layup.
"Clang."
The ball went in.
2:0!
Everyone is already a little numb.
It seems that it is very normal for Zhang Fan to score a goal.
This time it was Tang soldiers who attacked.
Zhang Fan followed behind him like a slut, without stealing the ball.
Everyone guessed what Zhang Fan did next.
Block shot!
When Tang Bing's ball was photographed by Zhang Fan again, he finally couldn't help it anymore.
"Grass!"
The scolding caused a burst of laughter.
"Hey, don't give up on treatment, it's only 2:0, maybe there is still a chance."
Zhang Fan hugged the ball, smiled coquettishly, and then, with a gorgeous jump, shot the ball directly.
"Next!"
Su Haoran came on stage. His eyes flashed with extremely intense battle.
However, it was another 3:0 defeat!
"Next!"
Lin Tao comes on stage.
The result is 3:0 again!
There were no screams, only numb eyes on the basketball court.
Tragic, so fucking miserable. Including Luo Yiwei, five people ended up with zero points.
However, everyone's eyes fell on Ouyang Feng.
That genius basketball player is the strongest in the history of provincial basketball. Now, is it finally his turn?
In the past three years, as long as he plays, the MVP belongs to him.
"I'm surprised that you are so strong." Ouyang Feng had no intention of looking down upon him at all at this moment. His eyes flashed with sharp light, like knives, piercing into the hearts of those around him.
Zhang Fan chuckled and said playfully: "I hope you won't be as weak as them, otherwise it will be very boring."
"Zhang Fan, don't be complacent, captain, you will definitely die." The five Tang soldiers suddenly shouted coldly.
"Haha, really!" Zhang Fan sneered.
"Zhang Fan, kill Ouyang Feng!"
Gao Qi took the lead and roared wildly.
"Kill Ouyang Feng."
The thunderous sound spread directly out of the school.
People outside the school craned their necks to look inside.
They all knew that the people who were saved went to No. 1 Middle School, but they were not students and couldn't enter the school. This was really embarrassing, so they had to lie on the big iron gate and look in.
However, the crowd inside was so dark that you couldn't even see anything.
How disappointing.
Ouyang Feng's crazy fan immediately quit. Just kidding, who is Ouyang Feng, how could he be defeated.
Suddenly, those who opposed Ouyang Feng roared.
"Ouyang is the most handsome, Ouyang is invincible!"
"Traitor, traitor."
The person who opposed Zhang Fan immediately roared.
Damn, we are from the same school, but you dare not stand up to Zhang Fan, you are a traitor.
So two different voices roared in the school.
Zhou Jie's face was horrifying. He defeated five provincial basketball players one after another, and it was 3:0. When did No. 1 Middle School ever look so foreign?
"Old Wang, you have finally trained a good student." Zhou Jie's voice trembled a little when he spoke.
Damn, this time, go to hell with those bastards from No. 2 Middle School who were ready to watch the fun.
"Kill Ouyang Feng!"
"Beat Zhang Fan!"
The roar became weaker and weaker because Ouyang Feng had already taken off his coat.
"Ahhhhh!"
Looking at Ouyang Feng's muscles, a group of female fans suddenly screamed.
"My Ouyang is the most handsome."
"Ouyang, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
Ouyang Feng walked to Zhang Fan and said coldly: "I'll let you tee off."
Zhang Fan's eyes turned cold and the corner of his mouth raised: "No, let you, otherwise you will make excuses when we lose later."
"How could my Ouyang lose? Zhang Fan, you go to hell."
"Kill Ouyang to death and defeat the idiot fans."
Zhang Fan's words instantly made the scene boiling over again. The idiot fans on both sides immediately began to fight, and they were about to take action.
Ouyang Feng smiled lowly, then held the ball decisively: "Okay, this time I will make you convinced that you lose."
Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately became depressed.
Paralysis, was tricked by Ouyang Feng.
You must know that when two people of equal skill level compete in a one-on-one match, whoever kicks off the ball will have a greater advantage.
Scheming dog! Zhang Fan cursed, but then his eyes flickered.
So what if I give him a kick? Three years ago, I could beat Ouyang Feng even with my injured leg. Now, with all my attributes doubled, can I still beat this guy?
Ouyang Feng stood outside the three-point line, flapping his hands back and forth. The ball beside him was like a phantom, unable to be seen clearly.
Zhang Fan looked at this scene and immediately became serious. This dribbling speed was simply one level higher than Zhong Tianchen and the others.
"Here I come." Zhang Fan leaped forward and stepped forward with his right foot.
In an instant, Ouyang Feng moved. He slapped his left hand fiercely, and his whole body shot out to the right.
Zhang Fan retracted his feet, crossed his left leg fiercely, and came to Ouyang Feng's side.
I thought, how is it possible!
Zhang Fan directly stretched out his hand and stared at the ball in Ouyang Feng's hand.
However, Ouyang Feng pulled back his wrist and retreated, quickly dodging Zhang Fan's hand.
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.
It seems that Ouyang Feng has made great progress in the past three years.
Zhang Fan followed closely and aimed at the ball in Ouyang Feng's hand.
The strongest defense is offense. Blind defense will only lead to passivity.
Ouyang Feng's heart was gradually sinking.
Because the game three years ago strongly stimulated him. Whenever he was free, he kept in touch. Even the coach didn't know this.
Everyone only sees his appearance on the court, but no one knows about his hard work underneath.
He couldn't understand how Zhang Fan, who hadn't played for nearly three years, could have such ability.
The two of them intertwined on the court, advancing and retreating, stuck together.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the court.