The score is still five points away.

Yizhong thought that as long as he delayed, no matter how powerful Luo Yangui was, he would not be able to surpass.

The clock is ticking.

Jian Lixi never thought it would be so difficult.

She wished things were slowing down.

But time is the fairest thing, and it doesn't stop for a moment or a second for anyone.

Suddenly, a red figure flashed quickly.

Before the player of No. 1 Middle School could react, the ball in his hand disappeared, and he reacted again.

It was to see Luo Yan's long voice jump, and an orange-red basketball threw a perfect arc.

"Whoosh!" With a bang, the basketball made a perfect arc in the air and entered the frame with unmistakable accuracy.

The audience screamed and applauded.

Luo Yangui's name was still cheering the audience.

Jian Lixi clenched his fingers, and his heart accelerated.

When I saw him throw that ball, I don't know why my eyes were a little sore.

His gaze flickered.

Jian Lixi didn't dodge, revealing a smile. A thumbs up at him.

Come on, say it with your mouth.

Luo Yangui still didn't have any expression, and sweat slid down his well-defined cheeks.

There are two minutes left.

The coach of No. 1 Middle School shouted to his team: "Keep an eye on it, if one doesn't work, just two, don't let him get the ball, there are two minutes, two minutes." ”

The No. 1 Middle School adopted delaying tactics and defensive tactics.

Just prevent Luo Yan from returning to one person.

The coach of No. 6 Middle School was also anxious, but he didn't say anything, just stared at Luo Yangui.

The hope and sustenance of the whole team are on Luo Yangui.

The appearance of the soul character carries all the eyes and hopes.

It can be seen how much pressure Luo Yangui has.

However, if a person is like Luo Yangui, he will not regard pressure as pressure, but will only see pressure as motivation and motivation to move forward.

In his dictionary, he did not admit defeat, let alone admit defeat.

What he wants is to look forward.

If the appearance of Jian Lixi is a lock in his life.

Then he was going to make himself a key, and only unlocked her lock.

Almost all the people in No. 1 Middle School began to defend Luo Yangui.

It is difficult for people in the sixth middle school to pass the ball to Luo Yan.

They were about to attack on their own, but they found that the people in No. 1 were following very closely. Can't throw it at all.

There is only one minute left.

The audience fell silent.

Jian Lixi could even hear his own heartbeat, fluttering.

It's nervous.

With the handover of eyes, the number three of the six began to rush forward.

One Zhong immediately went to defense.

It's just that I didn't expect that when I was about to smash the ball on the third jump, my hand suddenly deviated.

Throw the ball straight behind the left.

It was only then that No. 1 Middle School realized that something was wrong.

They all came to defend and rushed, ready to grab rebounds, but they didn't find that there was no one around Luo Yangui.

The ball landed steadily in Luo Yangui's hand.

"Bang!" Pointers.

There's no overly flashy, and some just hit with one hit.

He is Luo Yangui, he doesn't need bells and whistles, he just needs to tell you what strength is.

It's that the ball is in his hand, and there is no false hair.

As long as he grabbed the ball, no one could ever grab the ball from his hand or break the ball.

At that moment, everyone rose up and applauded.

One shouted in his throat, and some wept with joy.

The teammates also enjoyed the joy of victory at this moment, the coach and Li Jia rushed to the basketball court, hugged Luo Yangui, and everyone lifted him high and cheered.

Everyone looked at Luo Yangui, and everyone looked at him.

And in his sight, he only saw one person.