It was also the luck of Zhou Yong's team, the ball just jumped in front of another member of their team, and the man was quick and snatched it.

The defender was a step slower and didn't get the ball, but he followed, his hands outstretched, trying to block his breakthrough or shot as much as possible.

The Zhou Yong team player with the ball had only two options at the moment, either pass the ball back to the guard or go to the basket.

He chose to go to the basket.

The scene where the guard was blocked by Ding Xiu just now fell in the eyes of that person, which made him start to lack confidence in the defender on his side, and Zhou Yong, who gave the ball to the basket, was obviously more secure.

He still used the "air relay" high-throw ball, but his passing skills were slightly inferior to the defenders, and when the ball was hoisted out, the landing point was not well mastered.

The ball flew at a height of less than three and a half meters, and although it was above the basket, it was already within the reach of Ding Xiu.

The moment he passed the ball, the ball had not yet been shot, and Ding Xiu's figure had already moved.

Ding Xiu shook off the guard next to him and rushed straight to the basket, and at the same time that Zhou Yong jumped high, he also jumped up through the run.

Zhou Yong's hands just grabbed the ball above the basket, and Ding Xiu's slap also pressed it, and the two made contact with the ball almost at the same time, the only difference was that one was with both hands and the other was a one-handed slap.

Oh, and the rebound behind the basket.

Ding Xiu pressed the slap towards the ball, and pressed the ball to the rebound with the inertia of running and jumping, and Zhou Yong was in the stage of staying in the air, he couldn't borrow force after his feet left the ground, although he grabbed the ball with both hands, but he couldn't pour it down the moment he fell.

"Wow!!"

"Do the gods fight?!!!"

"! it! Groove !! ”

The people watching the game outside the stadium were stunned, if the picture was still at this moment, then the scene that everyone saw was the duel between Ding Xiu and Zhou Yong in the air.

The figures of the two seemed to pause for a second or two in mid-air, which was the feeling of the audience. Everyone felt that that time passed very slowly, so slow that even the expressions on the faces of Ding Xiu and Zhou Yong could be seen clearly.

Zhou Yong's face turned from hideous to stunned, while Ding Xiu looked resolute.

The forces of the two collided violently in the air through a ball, and for a second, the balls seemed to have been seriously deformed.

Zhou Yong's hands were still on the ball, but Ding Xiu had already pressed the ball towards the rebound.

With the help of the friction between the ball and the rebound, he finally counteracted the force that Zhou Yong was about to dunk into the basket.

The two fell from mid-air, and Zhou Yong looked like an eggplant beaten by frost for a moment.

He was capped by Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu, who didn't know what the block meant, amazed the audience with a stunning block, which surprised not only the audience, but also his teammates and opponents.

"Brother Yong!" Looking at Zhou Yong, whose eyes were a little dull, his companion shouted at him, "Are you okay?" ”

"I ...... What the fuck is going to happen to me?! Zhou Yong came back to his senses and felt that the people outside the arena were laughing, his face was red, and his heart was already burning with anger.

"Little cub, I'm going to kill you." Zhou Yong looked at Ding Xiu's back and gritted his teeth with hatred. He couldn't understand why a rookie who couldn't play at all would make himself and his teammates so frustrated.

Why do you and your teammates suffer so often?

But Ding Xiu did just that, he made his debut as a basketball rookie, and although he hadn't scored yet, several high-quality steals and a brilliant block were enough to catch everyone's eye.

"Brother Yong, this kid is a little evil." A companion said to Zhou Yong: "Could it be the master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?" ”

"Eat a fart!" Zhou Yongzheng was angry, and immediately turned his anger on his teammates, "If you can't win, it's a dish, what are the reasons." ”

"Yes, yes." His teammates didn't dare to answer him, so they had to nod their heads.

The time of the game was nearing the end, and the two sides frequently changed their tactics, but almost every time, Zhou Yong's side would be eaten to death by Meng Huaiyu's team.

There is no other reason, because there is Ding Xiu here.

Ding Xiu still failed to score, but his role on the defensive end was fully worthy of two good players. Meng Huaiyu was already impressed by him, and other teammates praised him again and again.

"Brother, you really don't know how to play basketball? Don't play us. Some companions joked.

"Not really." Ding Xiu smiled and nodded.

"Come on, we're about to get back the points we've lost." Meng Huaiyu cheered everyone up, and the crowd was very popular for a while.

On the other hand, on Zhou Yong's side, because the defender lost the ball and the general Zhou Yong was blocked again, the confidence of several players was somewhat damaged.

"! You are all in good spirits like dead relatives, we are still ahead, don't let people see jokes. Zhou Yong roared, his words were rough, but the man liked this tone, and the team members were yelled at by him, and they cheered up again.

Meng Huaiyu took the ball over, and the other two came up, but he couldn't find a safe opportunity to shoot, so he had to pass the ball out first.

The people on Zhou Yong's side have already seen that Ding Xiu's defense is very strong, but it seems that he can't dribble and attack at all, so when Meng Huaiyu gets the ball, no one cares about Ding Xiu, but directly adopts a trap tactic against Meng Huaiyu to interfere with the hit rate of his shots.

Meng Huaiyu has no inside line on his side, so it is basically equivalent to no frontcourt rebounds and backcourt rebounds, which is a very disadvantaged thing in the game. He became very cautious in his shots, because if he didn't score, he would be hit back immediately.

The team received Meng Huaiyu's pass and continued to look for opportunities to shoot, but because the opponent didn't have to care about Ding Xiu, he could always form a two-on-one bag for the ball holder.

The offense was not smooth, but Meng Huaiyu still relied on his superior skills to score some points, allowing the scores on both sides to start to get close and bite together.

Meng Huaiyu scored a goal to narrow the gap to one point.

"Brother Yong, there are less than thirty seconds left, drag on time." Defender Qiao Wei noticed the time on the sidelines and suggested to Zhou Yong.

They are still in the lead and the ball is back in their hands, so it doesn't matter if they keep attacking or delay the time, whatever you choose.

Qiao Wei's proposal to delay time is very safe, and if they use an offensive strategy, even if they can score, it may give Meng Huaiyu's team a few seconds to play an extreme fast break.

Unless someone on the team can kill the game with a three-pointer, that is extremely unlikely, because Meng Huaiyu's team is extremely tenacious on the defensive end, although the rhythm of the offense is blocked.

And there is also Ding Xiu's pervert.

Qiao Wei didn't know how to describe Ding Xiu, he had never met anyone who could stably steal himself in the academy before, and today Ding Xiu opened his eyes, so he could only think of the word "perverted".

Choosing the strategy of delaying time obviously increased the chances of Zhou Yong's team winning, so Zhou Yong thought about it for a while, and then nodded and accepted his idea.

After twenty-four seconds of stability, everyone adopted the tactics of pressing in the front court, and even if Meng Huaiyu was skilled, it was impossible for him to fly through the half court to score.

"Ah, brother, they're going to lose!" Meng Zhixi didn't know when she appeared on the sidelines, she looked at the time, looked at the game again, and couldn't help but sweat for Meng Huaiyu and them.

Although this is just an entertainment competition, the girl from the family of the gun king has her own pride in her heart, that is, she takes everything seriously, surpasses others, wins the first, and lives up to the name of her elders.

Meng Huaiyu is Meng Zhixi's elder brother and her pride, and the best man in her eyes is her brother's standard.

"Huh?! Why is Ding Xiu also on the field? The girl's eyes had been focused on Meng Huaiyu just now, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

"They're dragging their feet!" Meng Huaiyu sensed the other party's attempt, and immediately beckoned his teammates to step forward, trying to force the other party to make a mistake.

"Haha, they're in a hurry." Zhou Yong saw Meng Huaiyu and the others pressing over in unison, and smiled proudly: "If you are pressed, pass the ball, as long as the ball is not in their hands, they will lose." ”

Qiao Wei, the defender of Zhou Yong's team, understood and took the ball to his backcourt, and when Meng Huaiyu forced over, he distributed the ball to his teammates, and he was determined to drag it out for twenty-four seconds.

He passed the ball out, and the teammates who received the ball were immediately targeted by the people on Meng Huaiyu's side, and the two were deadlocked for a moment, and the ball was passed out again.

The situation seems to be incomprehensible, but the world is unpredictable.

Ding Xiu's reflexes after the war paint amplification are very impressive, and what he lacks on the court is experience, but experience can be made up for with ability.

Zhou Yong's players kept passing the ball one after another, Ding Xiu had already seen their movements, he was guarding Zhou Yong's side, and he also knew that Zhou Yong's people would not pass the ball.

Ding Xiu's target is not Zhou Yong, but the No. 3 small forward closest to Zhou Yong.

Defender Qiao Wei was about to pass the ball again, but before he could leave his hand, Ding Xiu suddenly moved.

Qiao Wei's passing may be a feint in the eyes of others, because as long as the ball doesn't leave his hand, anything is possible.

However, Ding Xiu is an exception.

Because of the perverted reflexes and professional analysis of the power action, he can judge the authenticity 100% in the first time, the ball has not left his hand, everyone can only guess, but Ding Xiu can draw conclusions.

This is also the reason why Ding Xiu has a super high probability of stealing, others will only think that his prediction ability is first-class, but they don't know that people still rely on their eyes.

After Qiao Wei's ball came out, it really flew towards the small forward, Ding Xiu was already halfway through an arrow step, and when the ball flew in front of the receiver, he stretched out his arm and broke the ball directly.

"Okay!" Several people on Meng Huaiyu's side applauded in their hearts.

As soon as the ball was won, Ding Xiu didn't even think about it, and immediately passed it to Meng Huaiyu.

"Damn! Stop him! There were less than 3 seconds left in the game, and Zhou Yong saw Meng Huaiyu receive the ball, and he was horrified and hurriedly pounced on him.

In such a short time, the ball is in the hands of the opponent's main scorer, and there is no doubt that the opponent has pinned his hopes on Meng Huaiyu for a comeback.

Zhou Yong was not the only one who rushed towards Meng Huaiyu, and two other people nearby also rushed forward, and the three of them blocked all the angles of Meng Huaiyu's breakthrough.

Zhou Yong even locked Meng Huaiyu's upper front, leaving him with almost no possibility of projection.

"You don't have a chance, unless you're a god." Zhou Yong's gaze was hideous, he had already foreseen that Meng Huaiyu would make a move in despair and eat a loud "hot pot" (a common name for a block in basketball).

"Really? You may be right, but I am not God. Meng Huaiyu's eyes flashed, and his expression was calm and calm, "But we have a god here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the ball to throw, but Zhou Yong had already pounced, and the person jumped in the air, completely sealing the direction of the basket.

Zhou Yong's shadow was already on Meng Huaiyu's face, but the corners of Meng Huaiyu's mouth rose slightly, and the movements on his arms changed, pushing the ball towards the ground.

The ball bounced off the ground under Zhou Yong's step and went straight to the bottom of the basket.

"What ?!!!"

Zhou Yong looked at the ball with a shocked face, Meng Huaiyu's choice was completely unexpected by him. At the end of his sight, Zhou Yong saw Ding Xiu's figure rushing to the basket.

"It's over......" Zhou Yong looked at the man who was holding the ball and rose into the air, his head was already blank, and his brain didn't even control his legs when he landed, but let his body fall heavily on the field.

"Boom!" Ding Xiu climbed on the edge of the basket with both arms, and the ball was already in the net.

He dunked, and the action was learned by Meng Huaiyu.

"Ah!! My brother's team won! Meng Zhixi's surprised voice sounded on the sidelines, and was immediately muffled by louder cheers.