In the cool breeze, the warm-up of the students on the court was gradually coming to an end. Except for three or two classmates who were still sitting under the basket and making various movements, the others were all standing on the sidelines at the moment.

Pan Hao looked up at Han Bin, who was talking to Cui Jian on the side of the court, turned his face to Wang Yu and said, "No, didn't you say that it was a 'bullfighting' competition?" How did it suddenly become an official full-time match? ”

"How do I know, that's what Han Bin told me just now." Wang Yu glanced at Pan Hao, and as he spoke, he gave Pan Hao a set of basketball uniforms that he had just received from Han Bin.

"Damn, I'm speechless."

Although Pan Hao muttered in his mouth, he immediately changed into his body after taking the jersey, "Wait a minute, you have to remember to pass me more balls." ”

"Got it." Wang Yu smiled and nodded.

"You two must work hard, don't embarrass our class." Li Kui said as he took out the drinks from the bag one by one and placed them on the ground.

"Nonsense, do you want to say this, you just wait and see the two of us kill." Pan Hao glanced at Li Kui, and his words were full of confidence.

Seeing Li Kui's flattering smile at Pan Hao, Wang Yu couldn't help but despise this guy in his heart, and then reached out to pick up a bottle of drink from the ground, and just wanted to open it and take a sip, when suddenly a whistle sounded in the field.

"Let's go."

Pan Hao turned his face to look at the field, walked to Wang Yu's side, reached out and patted him on the shoulder as he spoke, and then strode towards the field with his strong buttocks.

Looking at Pan Hao's extremely domineering back, Wang Yuda admired this guy's self-confidence in his heart. He shook his head with a smile, then put down the drink in his hand and strode in behind Pan Hao.

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"Come on, come on."

"Defend, defend."

In the midst of fragmented shouts, the game has officially begun. Sadly, the high-spirited Pan Hai was not among the starters, and to be more precise, he was not included in the squad for this tournament at all.

In fact, it was not Han Bin who intended to target Pan Hao, in addition to him, there were three boys who also did not enter the squad for the game, and the players allowed by both sides to participate in this competition added up to a total of ten people, and they were not prepared to replace any of the players.

The reason why Han Bin and Cui Jian arranged it this way actually has their deep meaning, so that they can see everyone's physical fitness, and secondly, they can get acquainted with each other as soon as possible.

They decided that from today onwards, four people would be left aside for every practice or internal match, in short, it was a circular pattern.

However, these thoughts and intentions Han Bin did not communicate with the players, so the four dicks standing on the sidelines watching the game at the moment were listless.

However, Han Bin and Cui Jian didn't have time to take care of the depression in the hearts of these four depressed dicks at the moment, they were quietly watching every move of the players in the field.

"Come on, come on."

"Defend, defend."

Li Kui, Yuan Jin, and Heizi were all shouting at Wang Yu in the field at the moment, only Pan Hao shrugged his head and walked over and sat on the ground on the side.

On the court, Wang Yu slowly dribbled the ball across the half court, his eyes skimmed over Pan Hao's body on the sidelines, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. But at the moment he didn't have time to think about anything, because the opposing player's player had already quietly posted it.

With a gentle breath in his heart, Wang Yu immediately retracted his mind and focused all his attention on the court.

Raising his eyes, Wang Yu was slightly stunned, it was none other than Zhao Long, who was very tired of him and even hated him.

However, boredom is boredom, but he does not dare to be careless about Zhao Long Wang Yu. First of all, Zhao Long's height of 1.82 meters is seven centimeters taller than him, plus a stronger physique than Pan Hao, standing in front of Wang Yu seems to be an impenetrable copper wall.

Moreover, although Wang Yu is confident, he is not conceited. Through the observation of the last final, he has understood very well that Zhao Long's ball skills are not bad compared to himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu hurriedly turned his body sideways, propped up his arms to protect the ball tightly, and at the same time his eyes quickly swept over the bodies of his teammates.

"Why are you still here when you've quit?"

As he spoke, Zhao Long slowly took a small step back in order to prevent Wang Yu's breakthrough, and at the same time lowered the center of gravity of his body to the minimum.

"Just play ball, don't talk so much nonsense."

Although he was a little surprised that Zhao Long suddenly spoke to him, Wang Yu, who had already turned very cold, did not intend to inquire about it.

"Hmph, you are right to opt out, I'll let you know in a moment that you're not at the same level as us at all." Zhao Long smiled disdainfully.

"That's a lot of nonsense."

Wang Yu muttered, and violently accelerated the frequency of dribbling.

Of course, this obvious change could not escape Zhao Long's eyes, he immediately put away the sneer on his face and watched Wang Yu's every move tightly.

In the quiet observation, Wang Yu's eyes were about to narrow into a slit. While holding the ball tightly, he kept waving his arms at his teammates, signaling them to run out of position.

"Keep up with your own people, don't let them catch the ball."

Zhao Long shouted while waving his arms, but his gaze never left Wang Yu.

Seeing the time pass little by little, Wang Yu's heart began to slowly become anxious. In fact, Wang Yu is very sure that he will break through Zhao Long, but he does not plan to do so at this time, because his main task as a point guard (PG) today is to connect the whole team and let everyone participate in the offense. Although it is not a bad choice to break through the ball, but this temporary patchwork team did not have any tactics at all, and the inside line was crowded with people at this time, so Wang Yu had to give up the plan to break through the ball.

Looking at the dicks who were fighting to the death on the inside line at the moment, Wang Yu smiled bitterly in his heart, and was even more speechless at those arms that kept dancing to ask for the ball.

At this moment, suddenly a figure flashed from the crowd to the forty-five degree line, and at the same time shouted: "Wang Yu, here." ”

Wang Yu was overjoyed, but his body reacted the opposite at the same time. After a few consecutive crotch dribbles, Wang Yu made a posture to forcibly break through from Zhao Long's right.

The guy who had just shouted and demanded couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Wang Yu's movements, because Wang Yu broke through in the opposite direction to where he was, and he didn't seem to notice his shouting at all.

"It's not that easy to think about."

Seeing Wang Yu's movements, Zhao Long sneered in his heart. Hurriedly moved his body to the right to block Wang Yu's breakthrough route.

"Okay, the time is just right."

Wang Yu was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately stopped, and at the same time grabbed the ball with his right hand and made a slamming pass behind him.

It's just such a gap, but Wang Yu's ball is accurately passed to the hands of the in-cutting teammate. It is not uncommon to pass the ball from behind, but it is not an easy thing to get the ball to a teammate in the middle of a human being.

It is no exaggeration to say that such actions seem to be only occasionally seen in the game of American professional basketball.

Because the timing of the cut and the pass was just right, when the teammate received the ball, there was no one in the two meters in front of him, so he made a quick stop jump shot and scored two points very easily.

"It's good."

"Cast beautifully."

Teammates passed by Wang Yu, and the two high-fived each other.

"Well, it's okay with me. You idiot. Wang Yu looked at Zhao Long with a bitter face, and whispered trash talk on the court.

"Don't be arrogant, it's just a lucky assist." Zhao Long said with a smile, and quietly raised his middle finger to Wang Yu while the referee was not paying attention.

"We'll see."

Wang Yu smiled disdainfully, then turned around and ran quickly towards his own half.

"What's the use of only passing, if you have a kind of fight, I can crush you if I score with one hand, garbage." Zhao Long followed Wang Yu to the half-court, and quietly stimulated Wang Yu.

Wang Yugang wanted to respond a few more cruel words, but suddenly he found that the opponent's point guard had quickly dribbled past half court, and he immediately put aside Zhao Long's block and quickly stood at the top of the three-point line.