"Good shot!"

"Beautiful!"

"He jumped so high with that cap! At least half a meter tall! ”

"His shooting posture just now is so standard! And three points are still hollow!! ”

……

The praise and exclamation are endless!

This defense just now has completely shocked everyone and convinced everyone, even those teenagers in the opposite half were attracted by this exclamation, and they all stared at Zhang Yufeng, looking forward to his next goal!

Everyone on the court also showed a shocked look, and the same thought and the same question popped up in everyone's minds, "This guy wearing the jersey of Lakers No. 8 and Kobe Bryant is really only thirteen years old?" ”

"Good shot!" Du Chao was not surprised, he had already understood Zhang Yufeng's strength, so he was very calm now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Yufeng smiled at Du Chao, full of confidence!

"I'll serve." Du Chao ran out of the inside with the ball and sent the basketball to Zhang Yufeng again.

The other three young people are still a little dissatisfied, but they don't say much, on this kind of wild field, there is an unwritten rule that is tacitly accepted by everyone, as long as you score a goal, then you can control the next attack, unless you don't want to ask for it again, otherwise the ball will be given to the scorer.

Now that Zhang Yufeng has scored a goal, then he can attack again.

"Defend well and never let them score." An old man shouted loudly, boosting their morale.

Several old men are full of spirit, and they still believe that the final victory will be their own.

Zhang Yufeng slapped the basketball, dribbled to the three-point line, looked at the old uncle who was half a head taller than him, and felt a little defensive pressure, it was impossible to shoot another three points, only rely on his own speed to break through!

Having made up his mind, he suddenly dribbled faster and pressed his center of gravity lower.

Suddenly, with a dribble behind his back and a slight shrug of his shoulders, he followed the basketball and broke through the defender at breakneck speed, running towards the penalty area.

The old man who was defending was caught off guard and followed closely behind, trying to cause some more interference, and the fat old man in the penalty area also gave up defending Du Chao, but came to Zhang Yufeng to make up for it.

Zhang Yufeng saw the chubby old man and knew that it was impossible to break through to the layup under the bag of the two, if it was hard, it would inevitably get a foul, but on the field court, there was no free throw, and he could only serve again!

A thought flashed in his mind, and he immediately decided to change his attack, and when he broke through to the free throw line and took a step inside, he stopped and jumped up, made a shooting posture, and the wide jersey was windless and automatic, looking elegant and handsome.

"Ahh The old man who came up to make up for the defense hurriedly jumped up and tried to interfere with this shot, but unfortunately the time was a little worse after all. Zhang Yufeng flicked his wrist, and the basketball crossed his fingertips and flew out.

'Whew! ', crisp sound, wonderful feeling!

"Nine to nine, only one goal away!" Zhang Yufeng waved his hand on the ground and said softly.

"Good ball, good ball." The chubby old man who made up the defense said with a smile, "I have such superb ball skills at a young age, it's really amazing!" ”

"Hey, hey." Zhang Yufeng smiled shyly and ran outside the three-point line, ready to catch the ball for the final attack.

The teammates on the field no longer have a suspicious attitude, and take the initiative to pull away from the position, with a faint sense of anticipation on their faces, perhaps...... can really turn the tables and rely on this No. 8 teenager.

Off the court, looking at Zhang Yufeng's performance, everyone also began to discuss, constantly praising his skills, and the teenagers who came over looked at Zhang Yufeng with adoring expressions, with a love for basketball and a desire for ball skills in their eyes!

Zhang Yufeng once again received the ball outside the three-point line, and the opponent was still the old man just now.

"This time it won't be easy for you to break through again." The old man lowered his center of gravity and said breathlessly.

Zhang Yufeng dribbled the ball, looking at his teammates who were far away from him, he knew that this was to open up the position to continue to play singles, so he was no longer polite, while dribbling, looking for the flaws of the defenders, waiting for an opportunity to break through.

He shook his shoulders and tried to break through, but the old man was defending with all his might, and his steps changed very quickly, and it was already difficult to break through with his speed.

"I can only create my own opportunities." Zhang Yufeng thought in his heart, the speed of dribbling increased again, and at the same time continued to dribble under the crotch, changing hands back and forth, when the basketball changed from the left hand from the crotch to the right hand, he suddenly shrugged his shoulders, made a change of direction, and opened a certain gap with the defender, he instantly accelerated, and broke through from the gap.

"What a strong explosiveness!!"

"This change of direction breakthrough is too powerful."

There was an exclamation from the audience, followed by an exclamation, they couldn't believe that this was the action of a thirteen-year-old boy!

Zhang Yufeng rushed straight to the basket in this exclamation, without any hesitation in the face of the fat uncle's defense, jumped up hard, lifted the basketball high, and then pulled it down again, bent his arm, shook his wrist, and sent the basketball into the basket!

The perfect pull-up layup.

The chubby old man was full of helplessness, shook his head and said: "We lost, I didn't expect to be scored three goals by you in the end, we lost this ball unjustly!" ”

"Well, to see such a wonderful goal, this ball is worth it." The old man who was defending Zhang Yufeng followed, his eyes full of appreciation.

Although the other three old men are also helpless, but the corners of their mouths are smiling, for them, winning or losing itself is not important, the important thing is to enjoy the happiness that basketball brings them, play comfortably, play cool, this is enough.

"Yufeng, it's beautiful!" Du Chao walked over and said excitedly.

"Brilliant goal! I really underestimated you just now. The other three teammates also walked towards Zhang Yufeng, with smiles on their faces, winning the game was happy, not to mention the wonderful performance just now.

"Hey, hey, win!" Zhang Yufeng enjoyed the victory, enjoyed the atmosphere of the team, enjoyed this beautiful moment, couldn't help but bloom a big smile, he didn't know, he has become the focus of everyone, after today, his fame will inevitably stay here, everyone who comes to play on this court will know that there is a teenager wearing the Lakers No. 8 jersey, once in the early morning, facing a group of old and demonic basketball uncles, turning the tide, scoring three goals in a row, and turning defeat into victory!!

"We're tired, let's stop fighting, you young people keep playing."

Several elderly uncles walked off the field, took off their sweaty jerseys, wiped the sweat from their bodies, changed into new clothes, or drove or cycled, and left the government compound.

"It's our turn, it's our turn!" Several young people walked up to the court, eager to try, and basketball fans around them also formed a temporary five-person team, waiting to play.

'Bang' 'Bang', the sound of the slap ball was remembered again, and the fierce and happy game began again.

There was no doubt that Zhang's squad kept the win until the end, and no group could beat them.

Time passed, the sun gradually became hot, people were hot and uncomfortable, and gradually left the court, and finally only Zhang Yufeng and Du Chao were left.

"Brother Chao, aren't we going back?" Zhang Yufeng slapped the basketball and shot a basket very casually, and was roasted by the sun and was unable to perform some complex movements.

"I want to play a little longer!" Du Chao said in a deep voice, continuing to slap the basketball, making layups and shooting again and again, without a trace of tiredness.

Zhang Yufeng frowned slightly, for some reason, he heard a trace of sadness from Du Chao's voice.

It was a pleasant morning, so why was he sad?