Chapter Twenty-Four: Heads-Up (Part II)

Even the cheeky Jiang He, after listening to He Qingping's words, felt a little embarrassed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info He covered his head with his hands and sighed in a low voice: This second goods, the other party has expressed his position like this, don't you act like a newcomer who has just played, okay? He had forgotten that He Qingping was indeed just a basketball rookie now.

Wen Daobing looked at He Qingping, who showed that he was a basketball newcomer, with a look of contempt. After glancing at it, he ignored the other party, turned his head to the river next to him and said, "It's better for you to come first." ”

"Haha, I was really scared by my momentum." He Qingping showed the rampant ambition of a villain, and then commented with a commanding attitude: "Well, it is not a wise choice to start with the weak first." ”

The other two on the field sighed, and no one paid any attention to him.

Although Jiang He doesn't know the true identity of the other party, he can feel that he is a player on a par with himself from the momentum. Maybe it's the famous seniors in the senior year of high school or even cram school, or the main players in the school team who say not necessarily. The other party's hair is longer than his own, and his figure is better than his own, which makes people very unhappy to look at. But Jiang He didn't show this kind of unhappiness, after he came on the court, he made a gesture of arching his hands, and said with a smile: "Jiang He, Class 2 of the first year of high school, thanks to the fans, gave him a nickname called Terminator; I don't know what seniors are called? ”

Zeng Chonglin, who was hidden on the side of the court, had already laughed out of his tears, holding his stomach and doing soothing breathing beside him, and endured it very hard. And the little fat on the side had a gloomy face, and he could pinch out the water, and he vented heavily: "These two stupid people." ”

"There's too much nonsense, let's go straight to it." Wen Daobing really didn't have the patience to face their unbounded coolness, and threw the ball directly over.

Jiang He took the ball and smiled slightly, "That's it, then I'm welcome." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he quickly dribbled to the basket.

Zeng Chonglin, who was on the sidelines, questioned in a low voice: "What, this kid takes advantage of people's unpreparedness, what is this." ”

"Look, see how the other party responds." Chubby stared intently at the field, not daring to be distracted, for fear of missing any detail.

Jiang He sneered in his heart, he never thought of waiting for the other party to be ready before kicking off. This is not a regular game, and there is no whistle to remind both sides to prepare. To deal with this kind of master whose technical characteristics are unclear, it is necessary to break it quickly, end the battle in an instant, and then ...... Well, what?

As soon as Jiang He took two steps, he noticed that a shadow had quickly moved sideways, already blocking his way. He spread his hands out, like a spider's web, waiting for himself to hit it.

Chubby's eyes lit up: the traverse movement can be so fast, and it is without any preparation! Probably because he was too far away, he didn't see clearly how Wen Daobing was activated, and his heart became more and more shocked.

Seeing that the other party had blocked his layup route, Jiang He's face remained unchanged. In my mind, the startup speed is actually faster than mine, and since this is the case, let's use another trick to end you. Thinking like this, his pace of progress still did not stop, and outsiders looked like they wanted to rush straight forward. When his left foot stepped out again, it was only a slap away from the opponent's right foot, but his body continued to lean forward. The two sides were already able to see each other's eyelashes, and neither of them showed signs of wanting to dodge.

"I'm going to bump into yes, this kid has a heart." Xiao Zeng whispered that Wen Daobing on the field was a rookie player he had discovered, and he would not worry about his strength, just don't have any damage.

However, he immediately found that his worries were unnecessary, and a second before the two sides were about to collide on the field, Jiang Hesheng stabilized his forward body. I saw him continue to dribble from his crotch, hand the ball to his left hand, and then take a big step back with his left foot, and raise his right hand slightly to his chest, ready to catch the ball and shoot. Seeing this, Wen Daobing took a step forward without hesitation, stretched out his hand, and blocked the opponent's shooting route.

Xiao Zeng sighed and said, "This is a feint, even I can see it." ”

I'm just waiting for you to come up. The corners of Jiang He's mouth were slightly upturned, and at the moment when the other party stepped forward, his body that was retreating quickly turned to the right with his left foot as the axis, throwing the opponent away from a body distance, and then jumped and shot.

"Smack!" The ball was knocked down.

"Thug, foul!" Jiang He hurriedly shouted.

"No, I hit the ball." Wen Daobing denied it.

"Obviously, there is, I don't believe you ask the referee." Jiang He pointed to He Qingping on the sidelines.

He Qingping hurriedly shook his head, saying that it was too dark and he didn't see anything clearly.

"Don't admit it, I've been in the basketball world for so many years, and I haven't seen any storms and waves......"

The audience off the pitch is not very sure about the arguments that took place on the field. Zeng Chonglin asked in a low voice: "Hey, Xiaopang, have you seen clearly, are there any thugs?" ”

"How can we see clearly when we are so far away?" Chubby replied angrily. From his angle, when he saw Jiang He turn around and lift the ball to his chest and prepare to jump, Wen Daobing, who was thrown off half a step, immediately reached over and knocked the ball down. As for whether they touched their hands, it's really not clear.

"However, then again, the kid named Jiang He just now, the technology is really good. Whether it's stopping, retreating, or turning, he's very skillful, and he's much faster than me. In the end, the defender was successfully deceived, and the defender had no choice but to take risks. Zeng Chonglin said leisurely that he had now changed his image of this person named Jianghe. Zeng Chonglin's heart for winning and losing is not strong, and when he meets players who are stronger than him in some aspects, he will have a good impression. Otherwise, even if he is notoriously good-tempered, he will not easily forgive He Qingping for the foul of hitting his head.

"No, Wen Daobing wasn't deceived just now." Xiaopang corrected, "The distance just now is already Jiang He's shooting distance, with his body control ability, he can choose to shoot directly backwards, or he can choose to turn around and throw the defender away." So under such conditions, Wen Daobing was forced to make a choice. He made the right choice in the shortest possible time. It is to use your own defense to force the opponent, so that the opponent has to use difficult shooting actions in order to cause mistakes or break the ball. ”

The more Chubby talked, the more excited he became, and then his whole body was already trembling slightly involuntarily. "Windrunner Wen Daobing, you are already so calm and decisive on the defensive end, I don't know what kind of surprises you will bring on offense."