"I can't believe it! I couldn't be more disappointed with the Yale team. Glenn shook his head and sighed, the handsome guy next to Yelena. He definitely didn't come to see the Yale team abused, his purpose was clear, to have a good night with Yelena and cultivate more topicality. But if the Yale team loses, it's still a hairy talk! Slaughtered! That's so sad.

"It's far from over, and I'm sure Kyle can fix it."

"Don't you think he's overestimating? His speed wasn't that fast, and his shots weren't accurate. It's hard to accept! So disappointed. Glenn told the truth.

"You don't know basketball at all!" Basketball! To be honest, Yelena didn't quite understand either, but when she heard this guy say that about Kyle, she still responded, unceremoniously and coldly, her face covered with frost.

Glenn was stunned! What is this signal? Is Yelena a Yale die-hard? And so it can only be! He didn't expect that the goddess in his mind would have a little entanglement with Kyle. You must know that in the eyes of white people, black people are always looked down upon, so he doesn't think about it at all.

"I'm so sorry! Actually, I'm also a die-hard Yale loyalist, and I really want them to do better, that's all. Glenn hastened to express his position and begged the goddess for forgiveness.

"Alright! Keep watching! Yelena sensed her gaffe and pretended to be casual.

Glenn secretly rejoiced in his heart, Yelena is really a diehard Yale loyalist! It doesn't seem to be for nothing!

The game began again, with St. Joseph's attack. They have to score, Kyle decided to go it alone, at this moment, Kyle has to withstand the pressure, bite the bullet, he is the hope of the whole team, he has nowhere to run. Of course, if his teammates have a good chance, he will still choose to trust his teammates.

Everyone pulls away, Kyle and Finney at the top of the arc one-on-one, and the scene finally gives the audience a voice, and they shout Kyle's name with great force, which is heartfelt.

Finney was engrossed in staring at Kyle. It's a high-profile moment, there's no room for carelessness, he's going to do everything he can to prevent it, he's going to prove that he's no worse than Kyle.

Kyle dribbles the ball, looks ahead, charts his route, and puts pressure on defender Finney to miss a ball. Adams and Larry attract defenders on the right side, Bildt and Smith attract defenders on the left side, and Adams doesn't have mid-range shooting ability, so Moore will definitely come over to make up for it.

Swallow the breath blocked in his throat, start, step directly to the left, and squeeze Finney's small body through the strength of his upper limbs, straight to the free throw line. When Solomon and Moore saw Kyle move, they didn't hesitate to leave their respective markers behind and besiege Kyle.

Finney is left behind by Kyle, Moore has reached Kyle, Solomon is guarding under the basket, Kyle leans to the right, and Moore is hard thrust.

At this moment, with the shouts of the audience, Kyle's blood boiled, his steps reached the maximum, his left hand blocked horizontally and vertically, gritted between his teeth, his eyes looked up, and the basket was closer. Holding the ball and jumping, Moore's body pressed Kyle tightly, heavy, like a mountain, Kyle leaned sideways, he saw the basket, suddenly! He felt fearless, his head exploded, and the ball that he had intended to pass was suddenly withdrawn.

Kyle dodged Solomon, who reached out for the ball on the left, and pressed against Moore, tightened his abdomen, and his body rose to the highest, holding the ball with his right hand, stabilizing the ball with his left hand, and shooting! Whistle blows!

The ball flew out of the fingertips, slashed into the air, bounced on the basket, and obediently went into the net.

Ball in! Foul! Penalties!

Everyone suddenly gave a standing ovation, whistles and sounds.

"Well done Kyle! This is long overdue. ”

"Well done! Kick them in the ass hard. ”

"Kyle Lowry! I love you! ”

"Kingly style! That's our hero. ”

……

There were all sorts of them, and everyone was venting their sulk. What does Kyle's ball proclaim unstoppable? The meaning of leadership is deduced! Playing hard in singles is indeed the best way to boost morale.

The ball went in, and everyone on the Yale team breathed a sigh of relief. That's right! Everything and Kyle! Kyle can do anything! It's an illusion, and it's the effect that Matleley wants.

Kyle waited for the free throw with his hands on his hips, looked up at the screen replay, and he could still hear his own heartbeat, basketball! That's the beauty of it? Be expected by all, and then finish it. It's like those two kills, but it was on someone else's home field, and he didn't feel too much blood boiling and the passion bolt burning, and now he feels that way. No wonder so many people like to fight alone, so many people like to kill, it's all here! This style of play is addictive, addictive!

Free throws are scored, too! St. Joseph's retreat. The audience shouted "Defend! ”

was passed by Kyle like this, Feeney felt very shameless, and after he advanced to the halfcourt, he didn't call his teammates to block and dismantle, and he didn't pay attention to the guys who were interspersed with running, and directly slammed the ball to the right.

Well, the scar forgets the pain, which is to describe a person like Finney, who failed to break through last time, he didn't learn a lesson, and this time it's still the same routine. Carrying Kyle forward, his body was tilted and deformed, Finney was helpless, his crotch changed hands and changed direction, but it was even more miserable, he was forced by Kyle, he could only stop the ball and turn around, and protect the ball with his buttocks.

Azunu answered, and passed it to Solomon. The big guy didn't have many chances to touch the ball today, and he was already itching, and he arched twice with his back to Smith, Smith couldn't bear it, and was pushed back by Solomon, Larry saw this situation, and approached the help defense harassment, Solomon didn't give him a chance, turned over and jumped, and also scored.

Kyle pondered that it was not a way to go it alone, not to mention the physical exertion and inefficiency, this ball still followed the conventional routine, so that he could give full play to his strengths.

The ball was handed to Smith, and after a wide range of transfers, it was passed to Kyle, and Larry blocked and dismantled, Kyle broke through again, hoping to form a dislocation, but he didn't expect Feeney and Rivertl to intercept him together without tacit understanding, this kind of opportunity, of course, Kyle will not waste, pass to the left three-point line outside Larry's hand.

Larry received the ball and adjusted slightly, and jumped out of the box. Kyle runs to the other side after passing the ball, and when he looks back, he is scared!

"Larry! Give me the ball. Kyle yelled, and without thinking about it, he turned around and ran in Larry's direction, still loud in the noisy arena.

Larry heard it, and he just shook it, but the movement of his hands didn't stop at all. The ball came out of his palm as expected, and the next moment, Larry saw a figure flying from the side, and he was scared to pee! But it was too late, he couldn't get it back, and the ball was directly fanned.

Larry landed and looked at it, how could it be! Isn't Azonu on the other side? Why did you end up in front of him?