A red-haired boy on the side, who was of average height but still looked quite athletic, picked up the ball and wanted to throw it to Meng Fan, after thinking about it, he still walked over and handed it to him, as if he was handing over a treasure, carefully and solemnly, for fear that the iron tower man would not hold it again.

After handing over the basketball, the red-headed brother is sad again, and the animation department is too weak!

It's not that Meng Fan is weak, nor is it complaining that Senior Aning is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but that the whole team is not a good horse.

Like him, it's true that he loves to play basketball, but his self-awareness is very in place, and when he is put aside, let alone outside, even if it is on the basketball court of the Academy of Fine Arts, he can get his turn when he gets together, and the general passers-by can't mix it up.

Originally, he was very excited to be pulled into the basketball team by Senior Aning, so he specially dyed his colorful hair into cherry tree red, and came with great interest, and when he saw the level of the other players, he immediately softened.

No wonder Senior Aning said that he would definitely be able to play the main defender, but that's not it, the whole team doesn't even have a substitute!

Finally I heard that there was another person, or the famous tower man in the college, just the size and height of the school team to go up the hardware, and the shooting is very good, this is another big hardware!

Looking at it now, the hardware should be hard enough, but it's too short.

The short board is too short, and I can't even catch the ball!

Let's hope the shot is accurate.

"Thank you. ”

Meng Fan took the basketball, put it in his hand and patted it, checked it, and pressed it, it can be determined that there is a difference between this basketball and the basketball machine playing basketball, the weight should be lighter, and the gas should be a little more......

Familiarity with spherical ...... Meng Fan remembered the little boss that day, and quickly stopped this familiar work, for fear that someone here would pop up an idiom of blocking SKR people.

Boast.

Meng Fan slapped the ball on the ground, bounced it up and caught it this time, and then slapped it again and found that the basketball was a little disobedient, so he quickly grabbed it, and went to the basketball hoop with the basketball, completely throwing the basketball towards the basket in the way of playing with a shooting machine.

Anyone who has ever played a basketball machine knows that in order to shoot faster, the basketball is generally sent directly to the basket when it is caught, and the position of the shot is basically in front of the chest. And the normal shooting, not in a hurry, and in order to prevent being capped, the shooting position is above the head.

Meng Fan, who was standing near the free throw line, shot this time, of course, was also a habitual chest position, it seems, the action must be non-standard, and it is slightly obscene.

While.

The basketball smashed into the inside of the basket and bounced out.

Although he didn't score, a few basketball players on the side didn't show any disappointment, at least they were thrown into the inside of the basket and bounced out, and the head was indeed there.

The red-haired brother trotted and picked up the ball and gave it to Meng Fan: "It must not feel good, let's have another one." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Meng Fan's first shot really didn't mean to miss, but he was still not very familiar with the basketball and the basket.

One more shot, this time, still hit the inside of the basket, but instead of popping high, it went in.

This basketball is a little more angry than the basketball of the shooting machine, Meng Fan was not used to it just now, but this time he suppressed it.

"Shredded coconut!"

The red-headed brother clenched his fist and pulled it on his chest, quite passionately.

The people on the side also cheered, and this enthusiasm made Meng Fan a little embarrassed.

The red-headed brother ran over to pick up the ball again, and another player on the side gave the ball in his hand to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan changed positions and threw out.

Brush.

This time there was nothing but the Nets touching anything, including baskets and rebounds.

In English, it is called Clean-shot, commonly known as the hollow inside the basket.

Brush brush brush when brush brush.

The next few players gave Meng Fan the ball one by one, and Meng Fan also switched positions and angles to shoot in turn, and there were more than a dozen shots before and after, including four shots outside the three-point line, except for one of which Meng Fan deliberately did not suppress and popped out and a three-point non-stick that was really not intentionally a little less powerful, and the rest were all in, and more than half of them were hollow.

"Venerable Master!"

After making sure that Meng Fan could really bring the target of the shooting machine to the court, Senior Aning, who was full of excitement, began to ask the team members to try to defend Meng Fan.

The first one to come up to guard is the red-headed brother.

The red-headed little brother came up to put on a defensive posture, thought about it, and said again: "Brother Tie, let's talk about it first." I'll defend you in place, and you'd better cast in place, and none of us will touch anyone. ”

Meng Fan nodded helplessly, the iron that the red-headed little brother said was afraid that it was the iron of the golden hoop stick, and he would die if he held on to it, and he would die if he knocked it some, and he would be broken by the skin and rubbed his tendons.

This red-headed little brother is 1.756 meters tall, standing in front of Meng Fan is much shorter, he poses openly, opens his hands, and when he sees Meng Fan about to throw the ball, he jumps up and reaches for the basketball.

Meng Fan didn't have so many skills to dodge, he simply relied on his height and arm length to throw the ball, and when the ball hit the inside of the basket, it went in.

Senior A-Ning saw it and shouted to the red-headed little brother, "Why are you standing so far away?

"I'm afraid. ”

The red-headed little brother said weakly, but he still pressed forward a little, trying to keep a distance of 20 centimeters under his feet, as for the close-fitting or something, forget it.

This time, Meng Fan obviously felt some pressure, he had never played basketball, and he really didn't know how to shoot under the premise of being defended.

The basketball is higher than the top of his head, this posture Meng Fan is not proficient, and the shooting speed seems to be a lot slower.

The red-headed brother has also played basketball for so many years, the level is again, but after all, he has some experience, and he saw the opportunity for Meng Fan to make a move, jumped up violently, snapped, and hit the basketball with his hand to change the direction of its movement, and this block was a success.

"Hehe, I'm okay. ”

The red-headed little brother suddenly got up.

"Come on, senior of the tower!"

Just after Meng Fan was hated and came back with the ball again, there was an extra bright color on the basketball court, and the four cute girls were wearing neon comic-style cheerleader uniforms.

This costume, Meng Fan can see at a glance that it is the same cheerleader uniform in the animation "Magic Card Girl Sakura CLEAR-CARD"!

So, they suddenly ran away just now to change into this cheerleader uniform?

After changing the costume, the title was also directly changed, and the details were always in place.

After Meng Fan was capped, there was such a cheering voice, and Meng Fan was still quite encouraged and motivated.

After taking the basketball, Meng Fan did not rush to shoot again, but thought about it.

My shooting posture is not standard, and if you want to practice to the standard and be able to handle defense, you will definitely not be able to do it in a short period of time.

So, I can just give up the normal way of shooting.

Meng Fan turned sideways to face the red-headed brother, stretched out his left hand to stop the red-headed brother, so that he couldn't touch the basketball in his right hand, and then held the basketball in his right hand and pushed it, throwing the basketball out like pushing a shot put.

Brush.

The ball went in.

"Is that okay?"

The red-headed guy was a little confused.

The four cheerleaders waved their hands and cheered.

Six minutes later, Senior A-Ning suddenly shouted: "Don't vote, don't vote!"