Chapter 90 Step! Stampede!! Stampede!! under

The fat man scored his first free throw.

However, no one cared about the fat man's ball, and thought it was blindfolded.

Only one person caught his attention, and that person was Reggie Miller, who was standing at the back of the crowd.

Reggie Miller is known in the league for his shooting, and he is a shooter at the best and a shooter at worst.

He is a person who knows the goods, and he didn't care much about it just now, but after the fat man's ball, he played a clever game all over his body, and raised twelve points of attention, how could such an artistic free throw posture appear on the fat man who is not good at free throws?

What the hell is going on? Could it be that people are prone to hallucinations when they get older? Unconvinced, he polished his eyes again, and his gaze was completely focused on the fat man's body.

Reggie also looked at the fat man's whole body, naturally he didn't want to peep at the fat man**, what he wanted to see was some details of the fat man's free throws, standing posture, foot force, knee force, hand and other actions, and even the moment when the finger plucked the ball, Reggie looked at it carefully and carefully, on the contrary, Reggie didn't look at the ball projected by the fat man, after watching this series of actions, he directly came to a conclusion: in!

Sure enough, there was no gap with Reggie's vision, the basketball pierced the sky, and finally smashed into the basket, with a crisp sound of "shabu", the basketball directly stirred up a gorgeous wave on the basket again.

Looking at the fat man's pleasing penalty posture and listening to the crisp sound of this pleasant "shabu", Reggie was a little intoxicated, with a slight voice in his voice, "Oh." It's beautiful!! ”

Carlisle, who didn't know when he had come behind Reggie, wanted to check how the fat man's free throws were, but seeing that Reggie was in spring, he couldn't stand Reggie's 'sow' appearance, so he pushed him, "Hey." Reggie, what are you doing? ”

Reggie was pushed by Carraar, woke up in time, saw that it was Carlisle, and also returned to his original appearance, looking at Carlil with a questioning face, he also asked Carlisle to watch the fat man's free throw, "Look! ”

"See what?" As he spoke, he also looked at the fat man who was standing directly on the free throw line with Reggie's index finger, one free throw after another, at first he didn't think there was anything about it, but when he saw the fat man's free throw posture that was exactly the same every time he shot like a machine, every time it was a "shabu", "shabu", "shabu" sounded.

The fat man threw continuously, at least ten times, and all ten free throws were hit.

At this time, the old guy Carlisle was also stunned, it was similar to what the fat man had expected before, Carlisle's eyes widened, his chin almost fell on the wooden floor, and he looked incredulous.

It's not that he hasn't seen people who are accurate in free throws, but he didn't expect that fat people can be so accurate.

The fat man was also too unexpected for him, and it has only been a few days since the last game.

It's not even three days.

The fat man's free throws suddenly rose from hell to heaven, and this anomaly also made Carlisle feel too incredible.

And the people who had been waiting to watch the fat man's show just now, looking at the fat man's unmistakable shooting like a mechanical stopwatch, this time they were really stupid, completely stunned, and their jaws were almost about to fall to the ground in surprise, and Jones, who had a little cold, forgot that the milky white sticky snot in his nose came out, and the snot flowed down directly, just inhaled gently, and his eyes were reluctant to leave the fat man half a step, and his whole person was completely stupid.

David Harrison is also stupid, he still hasn't figured out what is going on? How can it be? How is this possible? This, this, how is this possible?

How he did it.

How can he do it?

David Harrison kept shaking his head, unable to believe that this was true.

He couldn't have imagined that the fat man who had hit 10 free throws in the past was already very good, and in this game, the fat man had already hit 20 of his 21 shots.

Missed just one goal from 21 shots.

It's hard to happen, and it's all happening to a fat man, how do you make David Harrison believe it, he shook his head vigorously, his eyes widened, and his face was full of panic, "No, no, this can't be true." ”

"It's absolutely impossible."

The fat man's free throws seem to have been raised overnight, as if a desperate person has no money to buy rice, but the next day you see him appear in Time magazine and become the richest man in the world, is this possible true?

How do you make him believe.

But in the face of absolute facts, David Harrison has no room to believe it.

The funny thing is that just now David Harrison also claimed that the fat man can shoot 20 goals in 50 balls, even if he loses.

However, the fat man made 21 free throws to complete those 20 shots.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

What makes David Harrison feel annoying is that the fat man who is making free throws feels sleepy and bored with his eyes closed.

If you don't warm up, you don't wear sportswear, you still perform in front of yourself, blindfold free throws, what is it that a fat man doesn't look down on?

That's right. The fat man really looks down on David Harrison's free throws, not to mention David Harrison, who is a recruit like himself, and now looking at the entire league, there is no one who can make him Chen Sledgehammer free throws.

He doesn't take anyone into account.

Don't ask me why the fat man is so mouthful.

If you were alone for 10 years and just practiced free throws, you would do the same.

It is said that ten years of sharpening a sword, and the fat man's free throw basket has also been sharpened for ten years, at this time, it is naturally the time to get out of the sheath.

"Shabu"

"Brush"

"Shabu"

After passing the hurdle of 20, the fat man's combo continued, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the fat man's free throws.

Their heads also swung from side to side following the fat man's free throws.

The fat man's combo continues, and the hurdle of 20 has passed 30.

30 over 40.

When the fat man hit in a row, the last ten balls, everyone present also counted them together, "Forty-one,

forty-two

Forty-three ......"

Some of the balls, even the fat man hadn't shot yet, but they shouted in advance.

"Forty-six,

forty-seven

Forty-eight ......"

There is still the last time, the fat man's eyes are still slightly closed, even so, but this does not affect the fat man's free throw, the toes are lightly tiptoed, the power is transmitted from the bottom to the top, homeopathy, the fat man's wrist is lightly pulled, and the basketball is also rolling from the fat man's index fingertips, and the moment the ball is released, the corner of the fat man's mouth hangs a weird smile, and his eyes are also opened in time, and after the fat man's last shot, he was still very arrogant just now, thinking that he could, and David Harrison, who had 30 balls to make the fat man, could not support it directly, Straight to the ground.

The fat man projects a basketball hollow into the net, "shabu!! There was a crisp sound on the ground, and this crisp sound was accompanied by the fat man's indifferent voice: vulnerable!!

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