Seeing that they were all going to defend the outside line, Puyang Ziyuan sneered, held the ball and rushed straight to the inside, ignoring the two people in front of him, and dunked!

"It's amazing, you can jump so high, dunk? Is this a high school student? That's not the case in the NBA, right? Someone outside the stadium exclaimed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You can't say that, if you are a human being, a high school student can't reach that grade, but if it's another race, it doesn't matter, right?" One retorted.

"When did our school produce such a great student? Never seen it before! ”

……

Ye Shaoyu looked at the court, there were 2 minutes left, the score was 91:87, and the black team still did not score. Sure enough, Puyang Ziyuan's strength is very powerful, is this the result of exercising at home?

Soon, the game was over, 101:89! The black team scored only one goal!

"That's amazing! That No. 11, steals, blocks, dunks, slam dunks, three-pointers, is so powerful! In 10 minutes, he almost scored more than 30 points by himself! Someone did the statistics on the side, looked at the data on it and exclaimed.

……

"I admit you're strong, but it's just you who are strong, not them!" Black Team No. 17 walked over, his face was full of unhappiness, and he looked at Puyang Ziyuan, "What's your name?" “

"I'm still not happy when you say that, my subordinates are defeated, and they are not qualified to know my name." Puyang Ziyuan snorted coldly, took the water handed over by Ye Shaoyu and drank it. "Country Z is also very strong, although I am not a pure country Z person."

"Hmph, except for you, the people here come to fight me alone, whoever can win against me, I will admit that I was wrong." With a sinister smile, Number 17 looked at everyone on the white team.

"Tsk, it's so boring, I've already lost and I'm still entangled!" Ye Shaoyu suddenly stood up, picked up a ball from the ground, and looked at No. 17, "How do you want to compare?" ”

"Are you okay?" Puyang Ziyuan was stunned for a moment and looked at him, "People who can't play ball want to compete with him......"

"You don't have a dictionary, and neither does mine." Ye Shaoyu looked at Puyang Ziyuan unconvincedly, still without any expression, and he couldn't see any thoughts in his eyes.

"Pitching, within 10 balls, whoever gets more points wins." No. 17 walked to the court, very proud. Although Ye Shaoyu had passed the ball before, he didn't pass or pitch, and he won.

"Okay, you wait a minute." Ye Shaoyu responded and walked towards Puyang Ziyuan, "How do you live a good life?" ”

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned, and now they came to ask how to pass people?

"It's, it's, you overtake him, get rid of him and shoot." Qiu Yiwei pondered for a moment and said.

"Why do you want to shoot more than him? You can vote if you don't exceed it, right? Ye Shaoyu smiled and looked at Puyang Ziyuan.

"Well, yes, it's good to score a goal, it's easy to shoot, it's okay to adapt to the weight of the basketball, just throw it into the frame with the strength of adaptation." Puyang Zi originally responded, but he was thinking in his heart, you are a scholar, even if the motor nerves are not developed, it is very easy to calculate how to shoot to score, right?

"Got it." Ye Shaoyu replied lightly, he hated such headless exercise, but it didn't mean that he was very poor. Although his father was a businessman, he happened to dislike business, and most of the time he lived by himself, and sports used to be a compulsory course for him.

"Can we start? If not, I can give you three goals. No. 17 looked at Ye Shaoyu proudly and said loudly.

"That's it." Ye Shaoyu responded, you actually want me to have three balls? Just what the doctor ordered!

The first ball, which didn't go in, spun around the rim and fell off. The second ball, still not scored, was bounced back by the basket. The third ball, hit the rebound, bounced back.

"Haha, none of them entered!" The people on the black team's side laughed, and the students of country Z present all looked at Ye Shaoyu with hatred.

"Alright, let's get started." Ye Shaoyu held the ball, stood on the middle line, and looked at No. 17.

No. 17 with a smile on his face, blocked the three-point line.

"Hmph, do you underestimate me so much?" Ye Shaoyu sneered, stepped over the middle line, took a step forward, raised the basketball, and shot!

"How is that possible? So far shots? I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch the basket! Qiu Yiwei said in surprise.

"No, quite the opposite." Puyang Ziyuan smiled, looking at the basketball thoughtfully, this ball will definitely go in.

Sure enough, the hollow went into the net.

"It can't be!" Number 17 was incredulous, looking at the basketball that fell behind him.

"It's your turn." Looking at No. 17, Ye Shaoyu stood on the three-point line.

He has seen it before, No. 17 is a small forward, he can only shoot on the inside, and the outside shooting rate is less than 30%, as long as there is a slight interference, he can't score, so he said that people shoot?

"Wait and see!" picked up the ball, held the ball on the 17th, stood in front of Ye Shaoyu, looked at Ye Shaoyu, and his face became a little more serious.

Left, right? No, or on the left? I have to say, sure enough, he often touches the basketball, and with a feint on the 17th, he passed Ye Shaoyu and entered the basket to shoot.

Seeing such an easy shot, No. 17's face was slightly better, so it's normal.

Ye Shaoyu held the ball, saw that the other party had arrived in front of him, and no longer relaxed? Then let's go head-on.

"Left, right, no, left!" No. 17 looked at Ye Shaoyu, and when he reacted, Ye Shaoyu had already passed, walked over the three-point line, but took a few steps to the side, exited the three-point line, and shot.

"That action just now, it's so familiar!" Lu Haiyang grew his mouth and exclaimed.

"It's the same as the one before the 17th." The blue sky should come.

"Well, the biggest enemy is yourself, and sure enough, other people's moves are easy to break, but your own moves are not necessarily." Qiu Yiwei sighed.

"What a genius, three-pointer?" Puyang Ziyuan held his hands and looked at Ye Shaoyu interestingly, he said to Ye Shaoyu before he went on the court, three-point shots are better than two-point shots, and the score is fast, but he didn't expect Ye Shaoyu to really shoot three-point shots. I have to say that Ye Shaoyu is indeed a genius.

"Come again!" No. 17 refused to admit defeat, held the ball again, saw that the score had become 6:2, a little pressure, and thought of scoring three points.

At this time, Ye Shaoyu seemed to have completely given up defense, standing under the basket and looking at No. 17.

Shooting, three points, however, Ye Shaoyu jumped up.

"What does he want to do?" Lu Haiyang asked strangely.

"Really?" Lan Tian lifted his glasses and looked at Puyang Ziyuan in disbelief.

"Yes, that's right." I actually want to learn his trick, and my learning ability is really strong, but the bounce power and height are very demanding in this move.

However, Ye Shaoyu naturally knew that his bounce power was not enough, so he grabbed the basket with his left hand, borrowed his strength again, and stopped the basketball in the midst of everyone's exclamations.

In the final result, it was obvious that Ye Shaoyu won, almost all of them were three-pointers, a long lead.