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Luck is also a kind of strength, and when the gap is not large, the role played by luck will be victorious.

Perhaps Wang Yue's previous good fortune allowed him to make a few narrow shots, but the distance of the fifth round was clearly beyond the scope of luck.

Yan Hong and many people were thinking, let alone letting Wang Yue throw the ball into the basket, it was a question of whether Wang Yue's delicate palms similar to women could throw such a long distance.

Wang Yue began to shoot.

The first ball, the strength was not enough, and there was still a small half step away from the basketball hoop, and it failed.

The second ball, the strength was barely enough, but it deviated the distance of the basket by one ball and failed.

On the third ball, the basketball hit the basket hard, without the slightest stop, and was bounced away with a bang, failing.

In the fourth ball, after several shooting failures, Wang Yue's hand felt worse and worse, and this time he didn't even get a rebound.

Yan Hong pouted and smiled, things really developed as he expected, he relied on luck to barely score a goal, without any basketball foundation, and even the shooting posture and technique are not standard Wang Yue is impossible to shoot, even if he is lucky, it is impossible, unless luck is against the sky.

That's what everyone thinks.

Those who don't support Wang Yue have already raised a joke-like arc of play, and those who support Wang Yue have their hearts hanging, but their sense of trust can't hang up at all.

When a dull voice sounded, all the different expressions instantly became extremely unified, and the stunned faces were surprised or surprised.

Because at that moment just now, in the fifth round, Wang Yue had the last chance to shoot, and he went into the basket hollowly, which was extremely beautiful.

The person who pays the most attention to you is always your opponent, this is an immutable iron law, Yan Hong saw Wang Yue hollow into the basket with the last shot opportunity for the first time, but he was also the last person to come out of surprise.

Yan Hong, a basketball team member, a physical education teacher, everyone present, even Zhang Zhikuai and others, undeniably thought that Wang Yue did not have such amazing shooting skills.

There is only one reason that can explain Wang Yue's shooting, luck against the sky!

Yan Hong was not annoyed that Wang Yue had successfully shot at this time, but was annoyed that Wang Yue had such unfortunate luck, and this once-in-a-century unfortunate luck was bumped into by him.

In the sixth round, the shooting was at the self-defined six-point line, and the two sides had four shots.

For the upcoming sixth round of shooting, Yan Hong himself knows that he can set the distance of the six-point line, let alone give him four chances, even if he is given forty chances, he may not be able to shoot.

For the same reason, far, too far, far enough to blur the basket.

"Hey, that school exchange competition provincial champion Yan Hong, you hurry up and shoot, we are still waiting for the end of the shooting to buy lottery tickets, and when the time comes, we will buy red dates for you, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found out that Wang Yue's luck was so good today."

Zhang quickly shouted at Yan Hong, no wonder he said this, if Wang Yue's luck against the sky today is not used to buy lottery tickets, it is really intolerable.

Yan Hong gritted his teeth slightly, made a slight gurgling sound, his face was gloomy, and it was so black that ink was dripping.

He originally thought that by shifting the matchup area to the basketball field that he was best at and Wang Yue was not good at, he would be able to easily defeat Wang Yue, but who knew that Wang Yue would encounter a big explosion of luck that Wang Yue had not encountered in a century.

Faith in everything, but also self-knowledge.

Yan Hong knew that the sixth round of shooting would undoubtedly fail, but fortunately, Wang Yue did not have the slightest hope of success, and Wang Yue's luck exploded again, and he shot successfully, which did not hurt his reputation at all.

After all, Wang Yue relied on luck rather than real basketball skills, even if he lost, it was human nature, because the competition was already beyond the reach of human beings.

Yan Hong shoots.

The first time, hit the rebound, the shot failed.

The second time, he hit the basket and failed to shoot.

The third time, he hit the basket and failed to shoot.

The fourth time, he hit the basket and failed to shoot.

No miracle happened, and the final result was as expected by Yan Hong himself and the onlookers, Yan Hong's shot failed.

He Yan Hong dribbled to the point line position in a chic and gorgeous manner every time, and Wang Yue was slightly clumsy every time he held the basketball in the palms of both hands and walked to the point line.

"Wang Yue, I have served you, do you dare to have another luck shot?"

"Wang Yue, as long as you hit the sixth round, senior sister, I will buy more than 99 roses to confess to you!"

"Senior sister, is it okay not to take it and rob it with the senior sister?"

“no!no!no！ The senior is your senior sister's, and the junior is our senior sister's! ”

Although the possibility of Wang Yue's successful shooting is almost zero, there is a group of seniors and sisters vying to shout there with great interest, and they can see that the seniors around them are full of jealousy, but because the other party is Wang Yue, they are helpless.

No one has ever had Wang Yue's delicate and handsome face, nor has he had the demonic talent of crossing the line of fire, and the luck of almost a bunker in basketball.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, this is never nonsense.

"Dear Wang Yue, if you succeed in shooting, someone will marry you, what's the matter!" Zhang's quick and delicate shouted.

"Dog, get out, what are you shouting nonsense about!" The thin man roared.

"I'm cooperating with the atmosphere, you don't understand!"

"This forced pretending is good, I'll give ten points!"

Because the results are clear at a glance, the atmosphere before Wang Yue's shooting is not the slightest nervous, but unusually relaxed and active.

This is not difficult to understand, because everyone is young, and the final result ended with Wang Yue's failure to shoot and the two sides tied, and the victory and defeat that had already been known naturally did not have a sense of tension.

"Wang Yue relaxes, just vote casually, anyway, the worst result is a draw."

Xuan Xuan's shouting words of cheering were like pebbles falling into the calm lake, causing ripples, and instantly provoked many girls to shout cheers.

"Come on, brother-in-law!" Jian Xi's crisp silver bell-like voice instantly overshadowed the color of all the girls' voices.

At this time, Wang Yue had already walked to the position of the self-defined six-point line, and his palms were still high and low, slapping the basketball in a very rhythmic manner.

At first glance, Wang Yue's whole person has an extremely incompatible feeling with the sport of basketball, and at first glance it feels like it is not the material for playing basketball.

Yan Hong comfortably clasped his hands to his chest, pursed the corners of his mouth with contempt, and said lightly: "I am very much looking forward to your luck again, if that happens, I will be convinced!" ”

Wang Yue asked rhetorically: "Is it necessary?" ”

After saying this, Wang Yue, who was standing in the position of the self-determined six-point line, raised his palm high and directly threw the basketball in his hand, and his gentle movements made people wonder if he could throw the ball so far.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Hollow!

Perfect basket!