When the game started again, Zhang Mingyu stopped outside the three-point line to stall Qin Ze. If Qin Ze entered the lane to steal the ball, they would pass the ball to Zhang Mingyu, who would then shoot a three-point shot without anyone guarding him.
The tactical effect was immediate. Zhang Mingyu successfully scored a three-point shot, and the buzz-cut youth and the other player each scored two points. At this time, the score on the court was 31-22. The score was still closing, but looking at the momentum, it was extremely difficult to overtake them before the end of the game.
"This is tricky." Zhao Baliang grimaced, sweating profusely.
Qin Ze nodded. This was the so-called "a lone tree cannot hold up the whole tree". In a team competition, no matter how outstanding an individual's ability was, it was only a highlight. It was easy to be targeted and suppressed. This was the principle Qin Ze learned in the game. Unless it was a King God who abused the Brass, but these basketball teams were obviously not rookies.
"System, exchange three-point shooting skills." Qin Ze silently communicated with the system. A few meters away, the ball was moving in the hands of the opponent. As long as Qin Ze guarded against Zhang Mingyu, they would not let the ball go to him.
Qin Ze moved his feet, and the powerful explosive force pushed his whole body forward. He intercepted the ball like a gust of wind and dribbled the ball to attack.
The moment the ball was in his hands, there was no longer the previous jerkiness and stagnation. Instead, there was a smooth feeling as if he was the innate king of the court.
Zhang Mingyu ran wildly, chasing after his back, and at the same time shouted to his companions, "Keep an eye on your own people, don't let them catch the ball and shoot."
Qin Ze himself could not shoot. He had been assisting. This was the judgment of Zhang Mingyu and the others. If they guarded against those guys, they would also guard against Qin Ze.
Qin Ze, who had rushed to the three-point line, made an unexpected move. He made a sudden stop, jumped up, and shot. His movements were smooth and without any hesitation.
He was impatient!
Zhang Mingyu was not surprised. Instead, he was happy. Whether it was a match between two masters or two armies, as long as one side was anxious and impatient, it would not be far from failure. In this case, the more Qin Ze shot, the more mistakes he made.
At most, he could win with ten goals, and the difference between the two sides was close to ten points.
The explosive power and jumping ability that he was so proud of were countered by us.
It would be strange if he wasn't anxious.
Joy surged from the bottom of her heart. Zhang Mingyu's eyes followed the spinning ball as it rose and fell at the highest point … After the basketball drew a perfect half arc, it entered the net!
Zhang Mingyu's pupils shrank instantly, and the surging joy disappeared in an instant.
How could this be?
This was impossible!
“fuck！”
He heard the short-haired young man cursing angrily not far away.
A moment later, the entire venue erupted into applause and cheers.
Three-pointers would cause cheers no matter where they were.
Qin Ze's lips curled into a confident smile. What I'm proud of is not my jumping ability or my explosive power, but the Great Enlightenment (River Crab) Technique. So what if you are max-level players? Can you block my hack?
This time, Zhang Mingyu served the ball. After being suppressed by Qin Ze several times, he gave up the idea of being active on the basketball court. If he was not active, it would be difficult for Qin Ze, who was guarding him, to be active. Our side is full of masters, while your side is full of rookies. Thinking of this, Zhang Mingyu felt a little better. He thought that the goal just now was a stroke of luck, a stroke of luck.
A group of people rushed from their own basketball court to Qin Ze's basketball court. Using tacit cooperation, they easily scored.
The short-haired young man applauded and said loudly, "Good!"
Next, it was Tong Zi Ji's turn to serve. He passed the ball to Liu Ziqiang based on the principle of proximity. Liu Ziqiang dribbled the ball wildly and was intercepted by two people under the basket. Qin Ze came around from the three-point line and shouted, "Here!"
Liu Ziqiang hesitated for a moment. It was not easy for him to break into the inside line. If he just passed the ball back to the three-point line, wouldn't it be a waste? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Old Wang and Tong Zi Ji were being closely watched. Zhao Baliang was under his own basket on the other side. Zhang Mingyu was temporarily left behind by Qin Ze and was a few meters behind. Only Qin Ze did not defend for the time being. He gritted his teeth and threw the ball out with force.
Qin Ze jumped and caught the ball. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Mingyu rushing to him. He made a fake shooting motion.
Zhang Mingyu immediately jumped to stop him.
Even if I know you can't shoot, I won't let you shoot easily.
But who would have thought that it was Qin Ze's fake move. He missed. The moment he landed on the ground, Qin Ze jumped up and shot the basketball.
Zhang Mingyu's eyes were fixed on the ball. I don't believe you can still score!
"Whoosh!"
It was in the net!
Another three-point shot!
"Good job, Qin Ze." Zhao Baliang shouted under his own basket in the distance.
Old Wang and Tong Zi Ji Liu Ziqiang shouted excitedly. The three-point shot was beautiful. They saw the hope of victory.
Outside the court, the audience was excited.
"He scored again. That's amazing."
"He's not worse than Zhang Mingyu."
"Qin Ze is so good at three-point shooting. Why didn't he do it before?"
"Pfft … Don't tell me he's pretending to be weak to defeat Zhang Mingyu."
Zhang Mingyu stood there in a daze, gritting his teeth. He glanced over Liu Ziqiang and the others who were cheering and fell on the faces of the short-haired young man and his teammates. Everyone looked gloomy. It was not a big deal to be lucky, but if Qin Ze was really a one-man team master, the situation would be troublesome. His steals were unpredictable, his blocks were powerful, and his three-point shots were accurate. How could they play?
The short-haired young man came over with the basketball. He didn't start the game directly, but whispered to Zhang Mingyu and the others, "Just play fast ball and keep the same tactics. Don't worry about anything else. We're better than them in terms of physical strength and scoring skills. And we're temporarily in the lead. If we play fast ball and don't give them a chance to breathe, we'll definitely score 50 points first. "
He was a member of the basketball team, so he had the vision and decision-making ability.
Zhang Mingyu nodded and said, "Let's do it. Thank you for your help today. I'll invite you out tonight."
Their eyes suddenly lit up. Zhang Mingyu's so-called out to have fun was naturally an adult's "fun". They were not interested in drinking and singing.
The game continued, and the basketball team went all out, completely disregarding their stamina. Very soon, Old Wang and the others were unable to do anything. Their physical strength was limited, and they had played basketball for half a day before. Now they were out of breath. They relied on Qin Ze alone. He rushed left and right, stole, blocked, and made three-point shots …
The score kept increasing!
36 — 27
40 — 38
44 — 40
48 — 48
"It's a tie!"
Li Liang shouted.
Both sides on the court were refreshed, and their momentum suddenly changed. They were full of murderous spirit and high fighting spirit.
It was the last ball!
The winner and the loser, the grandson and the grandpa, would depend on who scored the last ball first!
The shouts outside the arena stopped. Everyone's hearts were in their throats. They were excited and expectant. This game was so interesting. There was no crushing, no irresistible force, and no crushing defeat. It could be called climax after climax. Unexpectedly, the score was tied near the end.
It was more interesting than the school basketball team.
Zhang Mingyu's supporters, more than a dozen glass-hearted girls, clenched their fists tightly.
The short-haired young man ran out of the line with the ball and slowly exhaled, calming down his excited and complicated emotions. Zhang Mingyu nodded slightly to him, indicating that he could serve. Qin Ze silently stood in front of Zhang Mingyu, making the short-haired young man give up the idea of passing the ball to Zhang Mingyu and pass the ball to another teammate.
On the campus BBS!
"OP, more than ten minutes have passed. Is the game over?"
"Not yet, but it's the last moment." Not long after, the OP replied with a message notification on his phone. "It's so exciting, so exciting. You can't guess what the score is now."
"50 — 20?"
"Don't joke. Didn't the OP say it's not over yet?"
"49 — 9?"
"Puff …"
The OP sent a "Oh my God" emoji. "48 — 48!"
"Are you serious? I'll go! "
"I'm not well-educated. Don't lie to me."
"Oh, not bad. Don't stop me. I'm going to the basketball court."
"OP, who has the ball now?"
The OP replied, "Uh … Zhang Mingyu."
"Then it's over. Whoever has the ball first will win half of the game, let alone the basketball team!"
"Let's broadcast the result. We want to see Qin Ze call him grandpa."
"Yes, we can't lose this part. We want to see the face slapping king get slapped in the face."
"Although Qin Ze is good at basketball, I don't think he has any hope. After all, Zhang Mingyu's side is all from the basketball team."
"First of all, I'm not a girl. Zhang Mingyu is my buddy. He's not in school today. Otherwise, I would definitely go to the court to cheer for him. I don't know who Qin Ze is. "
"Does he deserve to trample on Zhang Mingyu? He should take a look at himself. "
"There's no such thing as fair or unfair. He's good, but Zhang Mingyu is not bad either. In a basketball game, it's all about the overall quality. Qin Ze can't do it! "
At this time, the guy who had the ball dribbled and rushed forward. His basketball uniform had the number 55 written on it. As soon as No. 55 rushed to the inside line, he was stopped by Liu Ziqiang and Tong Ziji. No. 55's eyes quickly swept over the position of his teammates. There was one under the basket, but there was a big guy (Zhao Baliang) beside him staring at him so hard that he couldn't pass the ball. Zhang Mingyu was being watched by Qin Ze, so he couldn't pass the ball. There was only one guy who was unguarded. The guy who was guarding him (Liu Ziqiang) was guarding me. Zhu Yunfei (the short-haired youth) was behind me …
As his eyes turned sharply, he saw Liu Ziqiang reach out to grab the ball. He made a prompt decision and pretended to throw the ball to his unguarded teammate.
Qin Ze had been staring at him from the beginning to the end. He immediately saw through his purpose. The powerful explosive force pushed him to rush to the fish that slipped through the net. He had been waiting for this moment.
However, at this time, No. 55's action of throwing the ball froze slightly. This was just a fake action. He threw the ball backward.
I've also been waiting for this moment. I know your explosive force and jumping ability are amazing. How could I not guard against you?
The short-haired youth mysteriously rushed out from behind him. No. 55 tacitly blocked Tong Ziji and Liu Ziqiang for a short time. In this way, there was a gap. The short-haired youth dribbled the ball and rushed to the basket in big strides.
One step.
Two steps.
He leaped up and made a one-handed slam dunk!
Qin Ze's pupils shrank.
Liu Ziqiang, Tong Ziji, and Old Wang turned their heads in horror. They saw him jumping high and rushing to the basket. Their eyes were full of anxiety and despair … They lost!
A one-handed slam dunk!
The hearts of the audience were instantly in their throats. They were just waiting for him to score and then they would cheer loudly.
At this time, if the picture was fixed on the short-haired youth's face, his expression was particularly ferocious.
This time, I must score.
At this time, a roar shook his ears. "Do you think I don't exist?"
At the same time, Zhang Mingyu and others exclaimed, "Watch out behind!"
Damn it!
It's this sentence again!
It was like a curse that evoked the shadow of the short-haired youth.
He immediately felt something strange behind him. But at this time, he was in mid-air. It was too late and impossible for him to take any precautions.
"Pa!"
A hand came from above and slapped away the basketball in his hand.
"Oh my god!" Someone exclaimed.
"In terms of high jump, I only admire Qin Ze."
"My little heart can't take it anymore."
"Wonderful, wonderful."
"The best player of the game: Qin Ze!"
"Qin Ze, go to hell. Zhang Mingyu, go to hell."
"Zhang Mingyu, go."
"Zhang Mingyu, go."
After Qin Ze landed, his back was covered with a layer of cold sweat. He almost lost. The task of 300 points was really not that easy. It could be said to be the most difficult task he had ever encountered. Even if the system cheated, it was not certain that he would win. Once he lost, Qin Ze's points would be in the negative. He had 320 points before, and the cost was 40 points. His remaining points were 280.
He couldn't afford to lose. He couldn't afford to lose!
Zhao Baliang, who had been watching from the beginning, saw the basketball falling from the sky. He hugged it tightly in his arms and looked around fiercely.
Near the midfield, Old Wang suddenly raised his index finger and signaled Zhao Baliang to pass the ball.
Zhao Ba 'er threw the ball with all his might and shouted: "Old Wang!! It's all up to you … "
His shout brought the dazed Zhang Mingyu, the short-haired youth, and the others back to their senses. Their faces changed greatly.
The game was not over yet!
Zhang Mingyu shouted, "Stop him!"
The short-haired youth shouted, "I'd rather foul. Stop him!"
Old Wang was like a weasel that had stolen a chicken. He ran very fast. Behind him was a group of basketball players who were like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep.
It's too late!
They are faster than me. I can't run to the inside line to shoot.
Old Wang stopped in his tracks. There was no time for him to adjust his body. He jumped and shot!
Someone behind him bumped into his back aggressively. They didn't care about the foul, or it could be said that they deliberately fouled him.
Old Wang staggered forward and fell. During the fall, he kept looking up at the trajectory of the ball.
It must go in!
At this moment, no one cared about the intentional foul. The whole court was silent. Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ball. Other than that, there was only the sound of their own heartbeats.
It was a shot!
In the next second.
A few girls covered their eyes but peeked through the gaps between their fingers.
The ball hit the basket and bounced out.
"It's a hasty shot. It won't go in."
"It was almost a shot. Damn it. My heart can't take it."
"Does it have to be so exciting?"
"Ah ah ah ah ah …" Some girls even screamed.
Old Wang fell to the ground and hammered the hard cement floor. Regret and despair came to his mind.
Liu Ziqiang, Tong Ziji, and Zhao Baliang opened their mouths slightly. They felt as if their spirits had been sucked out. Their hearts were empty.
"Get the rebound!" Zhang Mingyu was excited and wanted to scream.
"We haven't lost yet. We still have hope." The crew cut young man was also excited.
The other teammates also cheered and jumped up to grab the rebound.
"Ah … behind!" A girl suddenly shouted outside the court.
Hearing this, the crew cut young man's hair stood on end. It was like a nightmare.
Zhang Mingyu's body stiffened.
In the hundreds of onlookers, there was a figure in the hundreds of pairs of eyes. It was like a cannonball, whistling in the wind.
He passed Zhang Mingyu and the crew cut young man in an instant and jumped at the free throw line.
That figure was like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, about to strike the sky angrily.
He caught the ball with both hands, and his body leaned back in mid-air, just like a strong bow. Then, he turned from a soaring eagle to an eagle pouncing on its prey.
Slam dunk!
"Bang!"
The dull and loud sound spread across the court.
The ball on the ground became weaker and weaker. However, no one cheered. Everyone's eyes were focused on the boy who was still hanging on the basket.
Many people could still remember this scene ten or twenty years later.
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