At this time, two coaches, Feng Biao and Zhang Ying, were guiding Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian to train professional players on the court, "Cao Jinghua, what do you do for a living? Your defense is so weak, how do you usually train?
And you, Zhu Li, I asked you to guard against Lin Yishan, but why are you running around like an eyeless mouse?"
At this time, Feng Biao put his hand on his hips and pointed at the players who had made mistakes on the court. He cursed them unceremoniously in a loud voice, "Everyone do fifty push-ups for me on the spot!"
Luo Zhi immediately resisted them and said, "No, coach, thirty is okay."
"Seventy, then bargain with me and make a hundred more until you fall down from exhaustion. Hurry up."
Feng Biao stared with big eyes and cursed angrily.
Now Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian and other ten players had no choice but to start doing push-ups on the spot, even the substitute players sitting next to them.
Zhang Ying came over with a bottle of water and threw it to Feng Biao. He opened Gulu Gulu and took a sip and asked, "Is Wan Yunting here?"
Zhang Ying said with a smile: "Jiang Peipei just sent me a letter and said, um, she's here..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Peipei and Wan Yunting walking in from the entrance. Feng Biao and Zhang Ying immediately greeted them with smiling faces, "Yunting, you are here..."
"Coach Feng, Coach Zhang..."
Wan Yunting went up, smiled and shook hands with the two of them to say hello.
Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian and the others, who were doing push-ups together in the stadium, looked up at Wan Yunting who came in, and their eyes darkened, "This kid actually dares to come!"
"Old Zhang, let's take Yunting to change his jersey first."
Feng Biao was not polite and asked Zhang Ying to take Wan Yunting to change clothes and wait for him to change out. Luo Zhixiang and the others had already finished doing push-ups, and then took the basketball and threw it at Wan Yunting very arrogantly...
Fortunately, Wan Yunting reacted quickly and caught the basketball thrown with great force. Looking at Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, Cao Jinghua, Yang Zaiyu and other players, they looked at each other provocatively. Wan Yunting twirled the basketball in his hand,
The corners of his mouth turned up in a contemptuous smile.
"Tsk, Luo Zhixiang, haven't you done enough push-ups?"
Seeing these players provoking Wan Yunting, Feng Biao immediately fell out.
However, Luo Zhixiang looked disapproving, shrugged, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Coach, you can ask him to be our foreign aid player, but we also have to see his level, right?
If his level is not up to standard and he is allowed to play as a foreign aid player, if an accident occurs, we cannot bear the responsibility!"
These words made Feng Biao and Zhang Ying frown. They had seen the video of Wan Yunting playing basketball on behalf of Huadu University Teachers Team against other school teacher teams. In the end, Wan Yunting blew up the backboard. They knew that Wan Yunting
The level of golf skills is absolutely top-notch.
But we also know that players like Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian must be dissatisfied with Wan Yunting, a foreign player who suddenly appeared.
It's not that Luo Zhixiang looks down on him, they think that Wan Yunting, who has no relevance and has not achieved any achievements in the basketball world, will be their foreign aid player. If he is left alone, everyone will be unhappy with him.
"Then let's challenge each other!"
When Wan Yunting saw that Feng Biao and Zhang Ying were silent, he knew what the two coaches were thinking.
"I haven't heard about it?"
Luo Zhixiang looked at Wan Yunting in disbelief and teased: "You want to challenge me to a duel?"
Wan Yunting played with the basketball in his hand, looked at Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian and others, and said with a smile: "What, you don't dare?"
"Hahaha…"
Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, Zhu Li and other players immediately laughed loudly.
Feng Biao and Zhang Ying on the side stopped talking. Jiang Peipei looked at Luo Zhixiang and looked down on Wan Yunting, and shouted angrily: "You are so ridiculous, don't be beaten to the ground and cry later!"
"cut…"
Luo Zhi glanced at Jiang Peipei at them all, and then he walked directly up to Wan Yunting. At two meters tall, he was a full head taller than Wan Yunting.
"Boy, this is what you said."
Luo Zhixiang's eyes were full of provocation. He looked down at Wan Yunting and said with a sneer: "If you lose the duel, get out of here and don't even think about becoming our foreign aid player!"
Facing the tall and arrogant Luo Zhixiang, Wan Yunting smiled without any trace of panic or fear and said with a smile: "Okay, if I win, you have to call me big brother!"
Luo Zhixiang paused, laughed angrily at him, and nodded: "Okay, each of us will get three goals. I'll guard now and you'll shoot."
As he said that, he immediately put on a defensive posture and stared directly at Wan Yunting. Although he didn't know what this kid's skills were, but he was invited by Coach Feng and others to become a foreign aid player for the team. Luo Zhixiang believed in the kid in front of him.
His skills are definitely above ordinary people...
Bang!
As a result, the next second, Wan Yunting, who was standing in the basketball midfield, did not attack Luo Zhixiang at all. He threw the basketball in his right hand casually. Under everyone's stunned eyes, the basketball was impartial and hit the basket...
Luo Zhixiang's face was stunned, and he froze on the spot. Zhou Mian, Yang Zaiyu and more than a dozen other players were around him. Even Feng Biao and Zhang Ying didn't even react. Wan Yunting had already scored.
"Here I go, my shooting skills are good!"
A player reacted and exclaimed that Wan Yunting's midfield shooting skills were outstanding.
Zhou Mian turned around and glared at the player, then immediately pointed at Wan Yunting and shouted: "Your shot doesn't count. It was agreed that it was a one-on-one challenge."
"That's right, it doesn't count..." Cao Jinghua and the others shouted one after another.
But Wan Yunting disagreed and said with a smile: "Didn't we agree that each person has three goals, can't we not shoot from a long distance?"
"Calculate."
Luo Zhixiang immediately stopped Zhou Mian and his team members and shouted to Wan Yunting: "This ball is yours, but if you agree to a one-on-one duel, you must follow the duel rules. You attack and I defend!"
"Fine."
Wan Yunting, who caught the basketball again, dribbled towards Luo Zhixiang and said with a smile: "You guys are tired from doing so many push-ups just now, I don't want to bully you!"
Being scorned by this boy, Luo Zhixiang's eyes widened, and he was filled with anger. He snorted coldly: "Boy, even if I do a hundred push-ups, I can still stop you. Don't even think about scoring a second goal."
"Yeah."
Wan Yunting suddenly stopped. The two of them were already within the three-point line. Looking at Luo Zhixiang who was taking a defensive posture in front of him, Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth with a wicked smile: "Then you want to
Be careful, I'm starting to perform!"
"Come here with your horse."
Luo Zhixiang stared, and as soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yunting moved. He controlled the ball with his right hand, and suddenly moved his feet, walking like a ghost, and swayed back and forth a few times, making Luo Zhixiang unable to see his steps clearly.
And the next direction of attack...
The next moment, Wan Yunting smiled. Taking advantage of Luo Zhixiang's failure to react, he turned around and broke through Luo Zhixiang's defense. He controlled the ball and quickly went up towards the backboard. Wan Yunting jumped into the air and slammed the basketball with his right hand.
Dunk on the basket.
For a moment, the stadium was silent. Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, Yang Zaiyu and a dozen other players who were watching outside the stadium looked at Wan Yunting's layup and dunk with dumbfounded faces. No one reacted.
Because it was too fast, Luo Zhixiang couldn't guard him for three seconds after Wan Yunting started attacking. Wan Yunting used strange steps to break through the defense for a layup. Luo Zhixiang turned around with a stunned look on his face.
I haven't come back to my senses yet, and I don't believe that this kid has scored a goal.
"nice shot…"
Then the applause from Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, and Jiang Peipei made Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian on the sidelines and more than a dozen players come to their senses. Seeing that Wan Yunting had come out from under the backboard with the basketball, Luo Zhixiang still had a little expression on his face.
Confused, I couldn't help but ask: "What pace did you use just now?"
Wan Yunting rubbed his feet back and forth on the floor a few times, and said with a joking smile: "It's the pace of the devil!"
... Luo Zhixiang's face instantly darkened. This guy was obviously provoking himself.