Chapter 8: Slam Dunk, Lore!(2nd Update)
on the pitch.
When Lin Xi was chatting with his friends, Chen Mo had already scored four goals.
And Zhang Ming didn't score a single goal.
has always been in a state of being suppressed by Chen Mo.
Speed, reflexes, none of them can keep up with Chen Mo's rhythm.
However, after only a few minutes of fighting, Zhang Ming's whole body was already sweating profusely, and his eyes were even more gloomy.
Chen Mo was full of lightness.
Of course, there were also some beads of sweat on his forehead because of the hot weather.
Everyone outside the venue focused their eyes on Chen Mo.
Caps.
Steals.
Layups
Pointers.
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Watching the confrontation between Chen Mo and Zhang Ming is like watching a violent aesthetic performance of speed and power.
After the whole game, Chen Mo showed great attacking power.
However, the only pity is that Zhang Ming is not Chen Mo's opponent at all, otherwise, if the two of them have a relationship, they may be able to add a few points to this game.
At this time, Chen Mo also saw Lin Xi who was sitting not far from the court.
After blinking his eyes with a smile and looking in the direction where Lin Xi was sitting, he picked up his school uniform and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.
"Wow!"
This time, most of the screaming were some girls around.
Damn, what did they see!
Eight looming abs, and that smooth mermaid line.
Damn, this guy has such a good figure!
I want to touch it!
"Xiaoxi, Chen Mo is looking at us. ”
The girl sitting next to Lin Xi shook Lin Xi next to her excitedly.
Lin Xi was helpless, "I saw it." ”
Haven't seen a man ever before?
However, there is one thing to say, these abdominal muscles are also trained too well, when did Chen Mo train them?
It should be comfortable to touch, right?
Feeling the thoughts that unconsciously arose in his mind, Lin Xi's body suddenly trembled, and then his cheeks became slightly hot.
Lin Xi, what are you thinking in your head?
Fortunately, the weather was relatively hot, and her face was already a little red from the sun, so the girl sitting next to her didn't notice her abnormality.
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on the pitch.
Chen Mo casually threw the basketball in his hand in front of Zhang Ming and said, "Hey, it's the last ball." ”
Ten balls.
It is difficult to say that it is difficult to enter, and it is easy to say that it is easy to enter.
Basically, on average, within two minutes, Chen Mo can throw a ball.
And Zhang Ming, under Chen Mo's suppression, touched the ball when he served, and most of the rest of the time, the basketball was in Chen Mo's hands.
Zhang Ming was speechless, his eyes were gloomy.
He never thought that Chen Mo would be so powerful, and his previous ball skills had been unknown in the school.
It's hidden deep enough!
In the whole game, except for Chen Mo, who served once at the beginning, he served a full eight times, and he didn't score a single goal!
The last ball.
As soon as he thought that it was the last ball, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in Zhang Ming's eyes.
This time, Chen Mo must not be allowed to score again.
Then, he picked up the basketball thrown by Chen Mo, began to go out of the three-point line, took a deep breath, and dribbled into the court.
Chen Mo stopped outside the three-point line, ready to basket at any time.
As for the handicap.
Chen Mo didn't have this idea.
If it's a regular play, there's no need to be serious, and it doesn't hurt to let people score a few goals.
But now.
This is Zhang Ming who took the initiative to come over to provoke, if he doesn't beat him ten to zero, he feels uncomfortable!
This time, though.
I don't know if Zhang Ming gave up or was physically exhausted.
However, Chen Mo always felt that something was wrong.
However, he didn't bother to think about it so much.
After dribbling out of the line.
Chen Mo rushed over with an arrow step, and easily snatched the basketball in Zhang Ming's hand.
The rest is simple.
Dribble and charge, get ready for the layup!
However, it was only when he was halfway through the dribble that Chen Mo finally understood that something was wrong.
After he grabbed the ball, Zhang Ming's feet were always close to his feet.
As long as he has the idea of running to the basket or dribbling quickly, if he doesn't pay attention, he will be tripped directly by Zhang Ming.
This kind of tripping is no ordinary tripping.
Twisting to the foot is slight.
And when the time comes, Zhang Ming can completely push this responsibility to the three words "accidental", and at that time, this game will not be playable.
My heart is so dirty!
Thinking of this, Chen Mo sneered, raised his hand directly, and threw the basketball in his hand.
This time, the basketball smashed into the rebound and bounced hard beyond the three-point line.
Wow!
The audience was amazed.
"Mistaken!"
"Chen Mo's wave is a bit floating!"
Someone in the crowd sighed.
If Chen Mo is more stable in this wave of shooting, this game can be declared over.
"It's not right!"
However, just when everyone was analyzing Chen Mo's mistakes, someone suddenly exclaimed.
on the pitch.
Chen Mo quickly turned around, ran outside the three-point line, grabbed the basketball in his hand, and then quickly rushed towards the three-point line.
"Damn, he won't want to slam dunk!"
Someone spoke up.
Looking at Chen Mo's posture, he completely has the intention of slam dunk.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Zhang Ming hurriedly scolded in his heart.
Chen Mo actually saw through his careful thinking.
But then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The basket in the school is a serious standard height, more than three meters.
Without long-term training, it is simply impossible to accomplish it.
Now in this situation, he chose to slam dunk, and he was definitely distraught.
Chen Mo's mind was in a mess, which meant that he still had a chance to fight back.
Of course.
It was absolutely impossible for Chen Mo to give him a chance to fight back.
Just when Zhang Ming was silently planning how to counterattack in his heart, Chen Mo's speed of dribbling was already extremely fast, coupled with that indomitable momentum.
After bypassing Zhang Ming's wave of defense, Chen Mo quickly took the ball to the two-point line.
The body leaped forward.
Hold the ball with both hands and approach the basket.
"Bang!"
A loud bang echoed through the stadium.
Chen Mo's hands grabbed the basket and hung on top of the basket.
The basketball that was originally in his hand passed through the net and smashed heavily to the ground.
Dunk.
Lore!
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"Damn, awesome!"
"Slam dunk, I'll go, I'll blow up this wave!"
"It's so handsome!"
The audience shook.
Some girls are even more surging when they see it.
In the end, after Chen Mo got off the basket, he didn't look at Zhang Ming again, walked slowly to the side of the court, and sat on the ground casually.
Wang Lei and others gathered in front of Chen Mo.
"Chen Mo, are you thirsty, I bought you water, drink saliva. ”
A few bold girls didn't know where to conjure a bottle of water in their hands, and quickly approached Chen Mo.
"Drink mine, mine is a little colder. ”
"Chen Mo, I bought you a Red Bull, drink this. ”
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Seeing this scene, Wang Lei's faces twitched.
When they used to play, they hadn't seen this group of girls so enthusiastic.
Is it really a group of Yan dogs?
Chen Mo also glanced at the little girls who surrounded him with some surprise, but then, he looked at Lin Xi who was still sitting in his place on the other side.
And a bottle of water in her hand.
Then, the statement smiled and hooked his hand towards Lin Xi.