Not only him, but all five players in Class 3 have collapsed.

Why don't you play like this?!

Tell me, how is this still going to be fought?!

You can shoot more than ten meters away, you can shoot with two people to intercept, and you can shoot with just throwing!

Anyway, as long as Cheng Nuo gets the ball, he can directly announce GG on their side.

100 percent shots, it's almost inexplicable.

Something like something like the ball and the other, they might be able to rely on people to solve it a little more. But 100% of the shots must be hit, what can they do?

It's almost impossible to keep Cheng Nuo from getting the ball. Keeping one person from the beginning to the end of the game is not possible until the entire NBA roster comes.

Hmmm——!

There was a three-point hollow ball hit.

The five people in Class 3 looked at Cheng Nuo, who was standing in place and threw the ball in lightly, and was already crying.

Big brother, you have this skill, how good is it to go directly to the NBA, and why are you still abusing vegetables in our small school?!

What if they could do it now, at least let them have that struggle.

But the problem is that nothing can be done. Whether they use one person to block, two people to block, or even five people to block, the basketball can hit the basket every time with its incredible trajectory, jumping on the fingertips of five people.

Can you understand the feeling of personally taking a ball that you wouldn't have been able to shoot at all, and relying on the "cooperation" of the five of you to get the ball into the basket?

And Cheng Nuo stood in the center of the venue, enjoying the admiring gazes cast around him, and his heart suddenly felt comfortable. Data, computing, a combination of the two. Cheng Nuo basically doesn't need any other basketball skills.

All he needs to do is get the ball and throw it according to the trajectory calculated in his brain.

What cool, gorgeous, and sassy skills, under Cheng Nuo's 100% shooting skills, have become extremely bleak.

This...... It's a shooting game after all!

"Cheng Nuo, catch the ball. "There is no need for Cheng Nuo to say it himself, after Lin Hu got the ball, he lost it to Cheng Nuo at the first moment.

The distance is 9.65 m and the wind speed is 0.52 m/s,............

"Hey, Mu Leng!"

Cheng Nuo, who jumped up and was about to shoot, glanced at his eyes, and suddenly saw a familiar figure - Mu Leng, who was walking unhurriedly with Su Xiaoxiao in the direction of the supermarket outside the basketball court. This happened to be after passing by the basketball hoop of Class 3.

The corners of Cheng Nuo's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, and the data in his brain changed.

The distance is 13.24 meters, the wind speed is 0.51 meters / s, the shooting height is 2.21 meters, the angle is 35.64 degrees, and the force is 124.02 N......

The basketball crossed a graceful arc and landed in front of Mu Leng with unmistakable accuracy.

To be precise, a strand of Mu Leng's hair fell, almost falling on Mu Leng's head.

Mu Leng was taken aback by this sudden "attack", and his cold face was full of anger.

"Ahaha, Sister Leng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't control the strength well. Cheng Nuo scratched his head and said with a smile.

Mu Leng pursed his lips, his extremely cold eyes passed through the crowd, and looked directly into Cheng Nuo's eyes.

The moment he met Mu Leng's eyes, Cheng Nuo instantly felt cold from beginning to end.

"Xiaoxiao, let's go!" The atmosphere froze for a while, Mu Leng took Su Xiaoxiao's hand and left without looking back.

"You can't be really angry. Cheng Nuo looked at Mu Leng, who was completely inconsistent with her character, and didn't find Cheng Nuo's theory at all, and muttered in his mouth.

But it's still a game now, and Cheng Nuo can't go up and ask clearly.

..................

"Mu Leng, ...... Cheng Nuo's ball just now?" Su Xiaoxiao felt Mu Leng's cold air emanating from the inside out, looked up at his little face, and asked weakly.

Mu Leng walked slowly to himself, and said in a cold tone, "It must have been that guy's intention! How could it be so coincidental that it happened to fall in front of me, that guy definitely did it on purpose!"

"Hmph, I knew that Cheng Nuo was not a good guy!!" Su Xiaoxiao crossed his waist and said coldly, forgetting that he had said that Cheng Nuo was very handsome before.

"Don't worry, Mu Leng, I, Su Xiaoxiao, will definitely help you get this field back!" Su Xiaoxiao showed her cute little tiger teeth and waved her little fist towards the sky and said.

............

Over there in the stadium.

Cheng Nuo finally stopped his pitching performance.

After all, Cheng Nuo's tenet has always been friendship first and competition second.

Class 3 classmates are not easy either. Looking at their faces that are darker than the bottom of the pot, it can be seen that they are working hard under the scorching sun.

Therefore, Cheng Nuo very intimately cut off the hope of letting them continue to struggle.

108:58！

That's the score for both sides at the moment. And there are still ten minutes left until the end of the game.

Hei Tan's faceless look was loveless, and he hung his head and said, "Everyone...... Watch and fight!"

"Uh-huh. The remaining four looked at Cheng Nuo with resentful eyes.

Cheng Nuo also smiled back, "You guys have to work hard!"

Poof——!

Come on! Add oil to the yarn! Can we win, don't you have a 13 count in your heart?

Ten minutes later......

With a crisp whistle, the five people in Class 3 looked at the score of 110:68 and breathed a long sigh of relief.

..................

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Liberated, finally liberated......

Although Cheng Nuo didn't throw a ball in the last ten minutes, he just stood there, and the pressure on the five people was also huge.

Although the result is a loss, as long as it is over, it will be fine.

The five people who have experienced this game already have an inexplicable fear of the sport of basketball.

Their previous perception of basketball was also completely subverted in this game.

At the same time, it also witnessed the birth of a miracle player - Cheng Nuo.

A total of 21 balls were thrown in the whole game, except for Mu Leng's one, all of which were shot.

"The winning team of this game, class 18!"

As the referee announced the result of the game, the Class of 18 rang out with a huge cheer of victory.

The five people in class 18 have been surrounded by their classmates, and Cheng Nuo has the most people around Cheng Nuo. After all, Cheng Nuo is the biggest contributor to winning this game.

His three-point shot, which can be hit thousands of miles away, has made many people admire.

"Cheng Nuo, Cheng Nuo, how did you manage to shoot so far?"

"Yes, yes, Cheng Nuo, you pitch so well, there must be some secret!"

"Cheng Nuo, why are you shooting so accurately?"

"Cheng Nuo, tell us the secret, right?"

Cheng Nuo was silent for a long time, and returned seriously, "Follow the feeling and hold the hand of the dream!"

Spectators, "......"

Why don't you follow your senses and grasp your dreams' hands! Why don't you walk softer and happier and lighter?!

This Cheng Nuo...... It's poisonous!