Chapter 337: Shooting Competition

After a long class, when the bell rang for the next class, the students were like monkeys with joy, jumping up and down in the classroom, and there were many people around Zhang Yufeng, who were extremely enthusiastic about him. [No pop-ups. 】

Zhang Yufeng was very uncomfortable with this sudden enthusiasm, and he had to leave the classroom as if he had to run for his life, and ran towards the stadium with Han Yanshuo.

Since winning the championship, the team's status in the school has been greatly improved, it can be said that the grass J has become a phoenix, soaring into the sky, under the glory of the championship, the principal is also specially gracious, the basketball hall is used by the team, which makes everyone very excited, which means that there is no need to be frozen, thinking of the scene of playing in the wind and snow in the winter before, it feels like from the world to heaven.

Although the league has ended, everyone's training has not been left behind, and they are still maintaining the training habits of the league, which will be carried out every day.

Mr. Wei Guoming no longer came to school after the league, but only came to see it once in a while, and left after instructing everyone's training, so the current Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School basketball team has returned to the original team, the team managed by Du Kuan, but compared with the beginning, everything has become different.

"Yufeng, you're back!"

"Boss, I miss you so much."

Seeing Zhang Yufeng's figure appear, all the team members also surrounded excitedly, shouting and asking for warmth, excited.

Zhang Yufeng faced these familiar faces, and the emotion in his heart flowed, and he said excitedly: "Well, I'm back, but I can't participate in training, so I can only watch you train." ”

"It's okay, it's good for you to come back, so that you can be more motivated to watch us." Du Kuan said that as a player who has also been injured, Zhang Yufeng's current feelings he understands best, and the psychology of eager to play but unable to play is really tormenting.

"Haha, I can't do strenuous exercises, but I can practice shooting, and I only practice standing shots." Zhang Yufeng said with a smile and said the thoughts that had been calculated in his heart.

"Oh!" Everyone nodded in realization, and then stretched out their thumbs.

"I've been training, I haven't touched basketball in a month, and I'm almost suffocating." Zhang Yufeng said, snatched the basketball in Du Kuan's hand, walked near the free throw line, and threw the basketball out according to the standard posture.

"Bell!" A crisp sound sounded, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems that there are times when you are stupid on this day." Han Yanshuo chuckled, walked up to him, picked up the basketball, and threw it out very casually and chicly.

"Huh!" Hollow into the net.

"Look at our strength." He said proudly, if it weren't for the skin on his face, Zhang Yufeng would have suspected that the arrogance in his body would run out.

"Don't be complacent, my hands are too cold, wait for me to regain my feel, I'll torture you to death in the fixed-point shooting competition." Zhang Yufeng was not convinced, picked up the basketball and threw another ball.

The ball was much better than the previous one, and although it wasn't hollow into the net, it stumbled into the basket.

"You're stupid to me!" Han Yanshuo said, "If you want to compare with Jiu now, I just want to take this opportunity to abuse you, and I won't compare with you until you recover your feelings." ”

"Okay, now than ever." Zhang Yufeng said confidently, "The skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and I still teach you how to shoot the basketball, so I can't beat me." ”

"Then try!" Han Yanshuo said excitedly, slapped the basketball, stood on the line of the penalty area in the bottom corner, and started a round of fixed-point shooting.

The teammates all gathered around and watched the two play with interest.

For such fixed-point shooting competitions, they often play when practicing, one is to test the shooting ability, and the other is that such a game can really bring a lot of fun and make the training less boring.

Han Yanshuo's round of shooting ended quickly, with a total of thirteen shots, including three three-point shots, in which he made a total of nine shots, conceded two three-pointers, and made two corner shots.

"Awesome!" Seeing such a performance, Lu Yefeng couldn't help but show a look of shock, in his impression, Han Yanshuo was a candidate, but he didn't expect that he had unknowingly grown to such a level and become a stable S player.

"That's a must!" Han Yanshuo said proudly, and looked at Zhang Yufeng again, "I'm a great shot, right?" ”

"Yes, I scored nine goals, which is a lot better than before, so it's no wonder you have the courage to challenge me." Zhang Yufeng nodded and said.

"It's your turn, don't rub around here, go shoot the basketball." Han Yanshuo said a little nervously, even if he scored nine goals, he was still a little uneasy, after all, his opponent was the MVP of the league and the ace scorer of the team!

The rest of the people also held their breath and looked at Zhang Yufeng quietly, they also wanted to see how much strength Zhang Yufeng, who had not touched a basketball for a month, could exert his strength.

Zhang Yufeng stood in the corner of the bottom line, not in a hurry to shoot, but slowly dribbling the ball, looking for a feeling for basketball.

"Don't be lucky, let's vote for it." Han Yanshuo urged again, because he saw that Zhang Yufeng's dribbling speed was getting faster and smoother, and every time he shot and caught the ball, it was so natural, as if the basketball itself was a part of him.

"Good!" Zhang Yufeng shouted, stopped dribbling, and then made a shooting gesture and threw the first ball.

"Huh!" Hollow into the net!

Second ball.

"Huh!" Hollow into the net!

Third ball.

"Huh!" Then hollow into the net!

……

……

Ninth goal.

"Huh!" Hollow into the net.

So far, he has hit nine goals in a row.

The teammates standing on the side were dumbfounded, if Han Yanshuo's shot was just surprised, then Zhang Yufeng's shot was completely shocking.

They couldn't have imagined that they hadn't touched a basketball for a month, but they had completely regained their feelings after just a few shots of the ball, and this hot hand was simply terrifying!

"He's not going to score all 13 goals!" Xie Changshan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

"Chances are, don't forget, three-point shooting is also his forte!" Yu Jiang said, still with shock in his eyes.

"I just want to ask, does he have any weaknesses?" Zico's voice trembled.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't speak, just saw the surprise in each other's eyes!

Zhang Yufeng quickly completed his tenth shot and won over Han Yanshuo.

Han Yanshuo was not frustrated, because he understood that winning was a fluke and losing was normal, so he looked very open.

Zhang Yufeng came to the three-point line, looked at the white line under his feet, and obviously had a completely different feeling from shooting a two-point shot.

It is not unreasonable for the three-point line to be set in this position, this seems to be a hurdle, some people shoot very accurately in one step at the three-point line, but it is a mess when they take a step back out of the three-point line, so it is very difficult to practice three points well.

Zhang Yufeng took a deep breath, made a shooting motion, jumped lightly, and threw the basketball out.

The three-point line was so far from the basket that even he needed to jump to get the ball over.

"Bell!" With a bang of iron, everyone was a little disappointed, there was no hope for thirteen consecutive advances, so can the next two three-pointers be all scored?

(End of chapter)