My Sister is a Big Star

The game restarted, and Zhang Mingyu stayed outside the three-point line to hold Qin Ze back. If Qin Ze went inside and intercepted the ball, they passed the ball to Zhang Mingyu, and Zhang Mingyu shot a three-pointer without defense.

The tactical effect was immediate, allowing Zhang Mingyu to score a three-pointer, Bancun Youth and another person each scored two points. At this time, the score on the field: 31-22, the score is still getting closer, but depending on the momentum, it is extremely difficult to overtake before the end of the game.

It's tricky now. Zhao Baliang grinned, sweating profusely.

Qin Ze nodded, this is the so-called one tree can't support it. In a team competition, no matter how outstanding an individual's ability is, it is only a highlight and point of view. It is easy to be targeted and suppressed. This is what Qin Ze learned in the game. Unless it is the king who abuses the brass, these basketball teams are obviously not rookies.

System, exchange three-pointer skills. Qin Ze communicated with the system silently, and a few meters away, the basketball was in the opponent's hand. As long as Qin Ze guards against Zhang Mingyu, they won't let the ball go this way.

Qin Ze moved his feet, his leg muscles exerted force, and the powerful explosive force pushed him out, intercepting the ball like a gust of wind, and attacking with the ball.

The moment the ball is in the hands, there is no longer the jerky and stagnation before, but a smooth feeling like an arm command, as if he was born to be the king of the court, and he is naturally close.

Zhang Mingyu ran wildly, chasing after his back, and at the same time shouted to his companions: Keep an eye on your people, don't let them catch and shoot.

Qin Ze himself can't shoot. He has been playing assists. This is the judgment of Zhang Mingyu and others. If they guard against those guys, they can also guard against Qin Ze.

Qin Ze, who rushed to the three-point line, made an unexpected move. He made an emergency stop, took off and shot, and his movements were smooth and smooth without any delay.

He is impatient!

Zhang Mingyu was not surprised but delighted, it didn't matter whether it was a duel of masters or a confrontation between two armies, as long as one side showed anxiety and eagerness, it would not be far from failure. In this case, Qin Ze, who can't shoot, took more shots and made more mistakes.

A maximum of ten balls will win, and the difference between the two sides is nearly ten at this time.

His explosive power and jumping ability are restrained by us.

No wonder he wasn't in a hurry.

Joy welled up from the bottom of my heart, and Zhang Mingyu's gaze followed the spinning ball up, up, and down at the highest point... After the basketball drew a perfect half-arc, it hit the net!

Zhang Mingyu's pupils shrank instantly, and the surging joy dissipated in an instant.

How can it be!

This is impossible!

fuck!

He heard the bancun young man not far away cursed angrily.

After a while, the audience burst into applause and shouts.

Three-pointers can cause cheers and emotions no matter where they are.

There is a confident smile on the corner of Qin Ze's mouth. What I am proud of is not his jumping ability or explosive power, but the great (river crab) method of enlightenment. So what if you are full-level queens, can you stop me from hacking?

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. He was not active, and it was difficult for Qin Ze, who was defending him, to be active. We are all experts here, and you are a rookie. . Thinking of this, Zhang Mingyu felt a little better, and took the ball just now as a blind touch, and got a piece of shit luck.

A group of people rushed from their own basketball hoop to Qin Ze's basketball hoop, using a well-coordinated pick-and-roll to score easily.

The Bancun youth applauded and said loudly, Good!

Next, Tongziji served and passed the ball to Liu Ziqiang as close as possible. Liu Ziqiang dribbled 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. He managed to break into the inside line and pass back to the three-point line. Isn't it in vain? Out of the corner of his eye, both Pharaoh and Tongziji were stared at.

Zhao Baliang was under his own basket on the other end, and Zhang Mingyu was temporarily thrown away by Qin Ze, falling behind by a few meters. Only Qin Ze didn't defend for the time being, gritted his teeth, and threw the ball forcefully.

Qin Ze jumped up and caught the basketball. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Mingyu rushing towards him, and he made a fake shot.

Zhang Mingyu immediately jumped up to block it.

Even if I know you can't shoot, I won't let you shoot easily.

But who thought it was Qin Ze's fake move, he missed it. The moment he landed, Qin Ze jumped up and threw the basketball.

Zhang Mingyu's eyes followed the basketball, I don't believe you can still make it!

Whoosh!

Respond to the Internet!

Another three-pointer!

Good job Qin Ze. Zhao Baliang shouted from under the basket in the distance.

Lao Wang Tongziji Liu Ziqiang shouted excitedly, the three-pointer was scored beautifully, and they saw the hope of victory.

Off the court, the audience was excited.

It's coming in again, it's amazing.

It's not worse than Zhang Mingyu's.

Qin Ze shoots three-pointers so well, why didn't he shoot them before?

Pfft...don't tell me, he pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger on purpose and slapped Zhang Mingyu in the face.

Zhang Mingyu stood dumbfounded, his teeth clenched, his eyes skipped over the cheering Liu Ziqiang and others, and fell on the faces of the Bancun youth and his teammates, all of them had the same gloomy expression. It's okay to be lucky, but if Qin Ze is really a single soldier, then the situation will be troublesome. Stealing the ball is stealthy, blocking shots is powerful, and also has precise three-point shooting. How can this be played?

The Bancun youth walked over with a basketball in his arms, and instead of kicking off the ball directly, he talked to Zhang Mingyu and others in a low voice: Play fastball directly, keep the same tactics, and don't worry about other things. In terms of physical strength and scoring skills, we are better than them. And we are temporarily ahead in points, playing fastball and not giving them a chance to breathe, in the end we must be the first to hit 50 points.

He is on the basketball team and has this vision and decision-making ability.

Hearing this, Zhang Mingyu nodded thoughtfully: That's all we need to do, I'm going to trouble a few brothers today, and I'll invite everyone out to play tonight.

Several people's eyes lit up immediately. Zhang Mingyu's so-called going out to play is naturally an adult's play. They really have no interest in drinking and singing.

As the game continued, the basketball team fired all their firepower, completely disregarding their physical strength, and soon the young boy Ji Laowang had more people than they wanted. Their physical strength is limited, and they played a half-day ball game before. Now it's out of breath. It was all supported by Qin Ze alone, rushing from left to right, stealing, blocking shots, and making three-pointers...

The score rose alternately!

36—27

40—38

44—40

48—48

Equal!

Li Liang shouted.

The spirits of both sides on the field were shaken, and the momentum changed in vain, becoming murderous and fighting spirit.

The last ball!

Who wins and who loses, who is the grandson and who is the grandfather, depends on who advances to the last goal!

The shouting outside the court stopped, and everyone raised their hearts, excited and looking forward to it. This game is so interesting, there is no crushing, no overpowering and overwhelming defeat, it can be called a climax, and the score is pushed to a tie when the end is approaching.

It's more interesting than the school basketball team.

Zhang Mingyu's supporters, more than a dozen glass-hearted girls, tightly clenched their fists.

The Bancun youth held the ball and ran outside the limit, exhaling slowly to calm down his complicated emotions. Zhang Mingyu nodded slightly at him, indicating that he could serve the ball. Qin Ze silently stood in front of Zhang Mingyu, dispelling the idea of ​​passing the ball to Zhang Mingyu and passing the ball to another teammate instead.

Campus Forum!

Lord, more than ten minutes have passed, is the game over?

Not yet, but it's the last moment. Not long after, the host replied, and there was a message on his mobile phone, It's too exciting, too exciting, and you will definitely not be able to guess what the score is now.

50-20?

Don't be funny, didn't the host say it's not over yet.

49-9?

puff......

The landlord sent a Oh my God emoji: 48-48!

Really? I'll go!

I don't read much, so please don't lie to me.

Oh, not bad, don't let anyone stop me, I'm going to the basketball court.

Lord, who owns the ball now!

The landlord replied: Uh... Zhang Mingyu's side.

That's over, whoever controls the ball first wins half, let alone the basketball team!

Quickly broadcast the results live, we want to see Qin Ze calling grandpa.

That's right, this paragraph must not be lost, we want to see the face-slapping king get slapped in the face.

Of course, Qin Ze is good at playing basketball, but I also think he is hopeless. After all, Zhang Mingyu is on the basketball team.

First of all, I am not a girl. Zhang Mingyu is my buddy. He is not at school today, otherwise he will definitely go to the stadium to cheer for him. I don't know who Qin Ze is.

Just because of him, he is worthy of stepping on Zhang Mingyu to make a name for himself? Don't look at yourself.

It's not fair or unfair. He is great, and Zhang Mingyu is not bad. In basketball games, it depends on the overall quality. Qin Ze can't do it!

At this moment, the guy in possession of the ball dribbled forward, and the number 55 was written on his basketball jersey. As soon as No. 55 rushed to the inside line, he was stopped by Liu Ziqiang and Tong Ziji together. No. 55's gaze quickly swept across his teammate's position. There was one under the basket, but there was a big guy (Zhao Baliang) staring at him so hard that he couldn't pass it. Zhang Mingyu has Qin Ze staring at him, so he can't pass. There is only one who is unguarded. The guy who was guarding him (Liu Ziqiang) came to guard me, and Zhu Yunfei (bancun youth) was behind me...

Suddenly, he saw Liu Ziqiang stretching out his hand to grab the ball. He made a decisive decision and made a gesture to throw the ball to the unguarded teammate.

Qin Ze had been staring at him from the beginning to the end, and immediately understood his purpose. The powerful explosive force pushed him towards the fish that escaped the net, waiting for this moment.

However, at this moment, No. 55 froze slightly when he was about to throw the ball. This was just a fake move, and he threw the ball backwards.

I am also waiting for this moment, knowing your explosive power and jumping ability are amazing, how can I not guard against you?

The Bancun youth sneaked out from behind him, and No. 55's tacit pick-and-roll briefly stopped Tong Ziji and Liu Ziqiang. In this way, there was a gap, and the board-inch youth dribbled and rushed, striding and rushing to the basket.

step

two steps

Leap up and dunk with one hand!

Qin Ze's pupils shrank.

Liu Ziqiang, Tongziji, and Pharaoh turned their heads in horror. They saw him jumping high and heading straight for the basket, with anxiety and despair in their eyes...losing!

One-handed dunk!

The audience outside the court raised their hearts in their throats in an instant, just waiting for him to score, and then cheered loudly.

At this time, if the frame was fixed on the face of the Bancun young man, his expression would be particularly ferocious.

I must score this goal.

When it was, there was a roar in his ear: Pretend I don't exist.

At the same time, Zhang Mingyu and others exclaimed: Be careful behind!

Fuck!

This sentence again!

It was like a spell, evoking the shadow of a young man in Bancun.

He immediately felt the strangeness behind him, and when he was in mid-air at this moment, it was too late and impossible to take any precautionary measures.

Snapped!

A hand covered him from top to bottom, and took the basketball away from him.

My God! Someone exclaimed.

When it comes to high jump, I only obey Qin Ze.

My darling, I can hardly take it anymore.

It's wonderful, it's wonderful.

The best player in the game: Qin Ze!

Qin Ze, go to hell, Zhang Mingyu, come on.

Zhang Mingyu, come on.

Zhang Mingyu, come on.

After Qin Ze landed, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he almost lost. The task of 300 points is really not that easy, it can be called the most difficult task he has ever encountered. Even if there is a system to cheat, it is not guaranteed to win. And once he loses, Qin Ze's points will be negative. He had 320 points before, which can be exchanged for shooting specialization, 40 points for calls, and 280 points left.

Can't afford to lose, he can't afford to lose!

Zhao Baliang, who was playing soy sauce almost from the beginning to the end, saw the basketball fall from the sky, hugged it fiercely in his arms, and shot around fiercely.

Near the midfield, Pharaoh suddenly raised his index finger, signaling Zhao Baliang to pass the ball.

Zhao Baliang threw the basketball vigorously and shouted: Old Wang!! It's all up to you...

This roar brought the distraught Zhang Mingyu, Bancun youth and others back to their senses, and their expressions changed greatly.

The game is not over yet!

Zhang Mingyu roared: Stop him!

The Bancun youth yelled: I'd rather make a foul, stop it!

Lao Wang is like a weasel that has stolen a chicken, running fast. Behind him is a group of basketball players who are like hungry tigers chasing sheep.

That's too late!

They're faster than me and can't get inside and shoot.

Old Wang paused, and stopped abruptly while sprinting. There was no time for him to adjust his body, take off, and shoot!

Someone behind him slammed into his back fiercely, completely ignoring the foul, or deliberately fouling.

Lao Wang staggered forward and fell down. During the fall, he kept his head up and watched the basketball slide out of the track.

Must enter!

At this moment, no one cared about the intentional foul, the audience was silent, time seemed to freeze, everyone's eyes were on the ball, other than that, only the beating of his own heart was left.

Goals and kills!

In the next second.

A few girls covered their eyes, but peeked through their fingers.

The basketball hit the hoop and bounced out.

If you make a hasty shot, you really won't go in.

It's almost a lore, motherfucker, my heart is dying.

Do you want to be so exciting?

Ahhhhhh... Some girls even screamed.

Lao Wang threw himself on the ground and hammered hard on the hard concrete floor, annoyance and despair came to his mind.

Liu Ziqiang, Tong Ziji, and Zhao Baliang opened their mouths slightly, as if their spirits were drained instantly, and their hearts felt empty.

Grab a rebound! Zhang Mingyu cheered up, wishing he could cry up to the sky.

We haven't lost yet, we still have hope. The Bancun youth was also excited.

Several other teammates also cheered and jumped up to grab rebounds.

Ah... from the back! A girl suddenly shouted outside the arena.

Hearing these words, the young man's hair stood on end like a nightmare.

Zhang Mingyu froze all over.

Among the hundreds of spectators and hundreds of pairs of eyes, there is a figure like a cannonball fired, and the wind whistling by the carrier.

In an instant, he passed Zhang Mingyu, the young man who was in the middle of the board, and jumped at the free throw line.

That figure, like a soaring eagle with spread wings, was about to hit the sky angrily.

He clasped the flying basketball with both hands, and his body leaned back in mid-air, like a strong bow. Then it transforms from an eagle soaring with wings to an eagle pouncing on its prey.

Big slam dunk!

boom!

A dull and loud voice spread throughout the audience.

The basketball bounced weaker and weaker on the ground, but no one cheered, no one cheered, and everyone's eyes were focused on the boy who was still hanging on the basket.

Many people can clearly remember this scene ten or twenty years later.