Chapter 109: The Child (2)

Seeing this scene, Mu Xing was deeply shocked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"That's the power of possession, the power of dribbling. The physical aspect is not dominant, which can be compensated for with speed and possession. Could it be that this is what the paper says, let me be a point guard first? ā€

Mu Xingxin said, "If you protect the ball and control the ball, the subsequent attack will be smooth." Just like that kid. ā€

Mu Xing secretly rejoiced, lowered his head, and his body couldn't help trembling.

Lin Wanwan saw it unintentionally, and she asked, "Mu Xing, are you feeling unwell?" ā€

"Bend, right now, I'm going to be a good point guard!"

Mu Xing raised his head suddenly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Lin Wanwan, who didn't know, just let out a perfunctory "oh".

Mu Xing still muttered to himself, "Point guard, I'm going to be a good point guard first." ā€

Lin Wanwan put the finger on the temple position, stirred, and sighed, "Crazy, he's starting to go crazy again." ā€

The kid giggled, "Big brother, I've already scored two goals." All I need to do is score one more goal and I'll win. ā€

"It's so little."

The child was urged to kick off, and the national feather students were worried about the man. Their concern is not that the man has lost, but that the man has lost to the child.

Let's ask, Yang Yang, a famous middle school, actually lost to a child, so say it. Isn't it a joke?

The child kept running at his usual pace, and at this moment, the defender had the previous two pits. This time you can learn to be smart, and you can keep your guard tight.

This makes it very difficult for the kid, and he doesn't have an advantage in any way, if it weren't for his possession. I'm afraid it's no longer his turn to touch the ball, let alone win.

Lin Wanwan shook his head and said, "No, that kid can't do it." ā€

"Ahh Mu Xing asked after realizing it, "What's wrong with Wanwan?" ā€

As soon as his gaze returned to the court, the man had already blocked the pitch. The basketball that bounced off forced both of them to run at the same time.

The advantage of leg length allows the national badminton players to throw off the child; The advantage of arm length allowed him to save the ball from the danger of going out of bounds. In an instant, the ball fell into the hands of the national badminton players.

Next, the trend instantly poured into the national feather players.

In the face of the child's false defense, the national feather player made a layup very easily, and the score was equalized in an instant. As the offense let go, his mid-range shots worked.

The mid-range shots were all opened, "bumper bumper", and the three-ball free throw line was thrown, announcing the end of the game. In the end, the score was locked, 2-5.

This disparity has long been doomed, although there was some turmoil in the middle, and in the end, the national feather still took this game into his hands.

Lin Wanwan regretted, "In terms of height and strength, there is a big gap between them. The results of the game have long been revealed. What can I be happy about. ā€

"Kid, you've lost. Now it's time for you to hang on it. ā€

The man pointed his hand, and the basket went in that direction.

"No, I'm not going to lose. How could I have lost, if you weren't taller than me, I wouldn't have lost to you. I'm quitting. ā€

The child turned to leave, but the collar was grabbed, and he was quickly pulled back after running a few steps.

"Let go of me, I'm leaving. Don't hold me! ā€

The child struggled desperately, let him exert his strength, but the strength was still not strong enough for the other party, and in the end he could only wave his hands and feet within the limit.

"Children, don't go so fast, if you lose, you should be punished."

"Follow your brother, and my brother will take you to be punished."

The child was dragged to the basket, even though he didn't want to, and the cruel truth was that no one helped him. Others stood by and watched, looking like they were watching the excitement.

The child cried out and said, "No, I don't want to hang on top of the basket." I don't want it, help. It's a real lifesaver. ā€

Lin Wanwan looked away and sighed, "I wish I lost the bet, I was so arrogant at the beginning." Now that I've lost, who can I blame? ā€

"Come on, come on, I'll send you up to the basketball hoop now."

Several people surrounded the child, as if they had blocked the child's sky. The black pressure made the child panic suddenly.

One man grabbed the bottom of the child's arm from behind, and suddenly pulled the child up without much effort.

The child begged, "Help, help, I don't want to hang on the basketball hoop, I'm just talking, don't take it seriously." ā€

"No kidding, we're serious. It's you who said it yourself! Ha ha! ā€

Everyone else happily watched this farce go on, "touching", and the basketball could beat the rebound.

The sudden collision sound, as long as it is a normal person, will be frightened.

"Let go of that kid!" With the sound source, Mu Xing, who was beside Lin Wanwan, hung his head and lunged forward, his right arm straightened forward. From Mu Xing's action, it can be seen that the basketball that shocked everyone came from his hands.

Lin Wanwan was surprised, "Mu Xing, what are you doing?" ā€

"Humph!" His hair hung down, but Mu Xing's eyes were covered, making people have a mysterious color swirling around him.

"Who are you? Look at your pretense and you're not a student of our national feather school, not a student of our national feather school. Dare to go wild here. ā€

Suddenly, everyone pointed the finger at Mu Xing, who came forward.

Judging from his unhurried demeanor, it can be judged that the one who sent the ball. It's not Mu Xing, it's Mu Mound.

"Let go of that kid, I don't want to say it for the third time!"

Mu Tsuka pointed ahead, but his gaze did not look at the other party. With such a contemptuous attitude, it is difficult not to annoy the other party.

"If I want to help the child, I must help him."

In the last second, Mu Xing became more and more anxious the more he looked at it, and the foot that he stepped out of was put away again.

"But how can I help the child? My basketball skills are not good, so it doesn't matter if I come out and lose face. But now, on behalf of the sneak basketball team, I came from the position of captain. ā€

The child dragged to the bottom of the basket, and the commotion of the crowd stirred Mu Xing's ears, coupled with the child's pleading shouts, which made Mu Xing's heart tense.

"I can't care so much, I'm going to save that kid. Seeing that the other party is in trouble, I can't do it if I don't make a move. ā€

The right foot grabbed the brain to send a signal, and went out. The sand and gravel on the ground made Mu Xing slip, and the person lost his center of gravity and fell forward.

The right hand is placed on the ground in time. Forehead hair, down, eyes can be blocked.

A weird smile emerged. When others saw it, they all felt gloomy, and they fell straight into the chilling atmosphere of people's hearts.

Mu Tsuka scolded secretly, "Mu Xing, the most important person is you." As you improve your basketball skills, you're also getting slower to improve. If you have to force me to make a move, you will have to pay me an appearance fee for the next appearance. ā€

Lin Wanwan saw that the situation was wrong, although she didn't pay much attention to Mu Xing's affairs. But in Lin Wanwan's eyes, Mu Xing is Mu Mozuka's younger brother, Mu Xing has something to do, Mu Mound will definitely be sad.

So, Lin Wanwan grabbed Mu Mound in front of him and said, "Mu Xing, let's go, don't do much." We hurried away. ā€

Mu Tsuka asked rhetorically, "Let's go?" Gone there? ā€