In this overwhelming cheering, the voice of Class F is almost negligible.

Yin Wushuang sat in the position of class F and listened to the referee say:

"Best-of-five in the knockout round! Forty-five minutes in one game! Free Throws for a Basketball Score! Two points from inside the three-point line! Score three points from beyond the three-point line! ”

"Competition...... Begin! ”

With a whistle from the referee, the two sides began to play.

Yin Wushuang watched it with relish, this was a game that did not exist in the Qiankun Continent, and the Qiankun Continent only had a juju game similar to football.

She felt novel.

In the F class team, Han Li bore the brunt, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were very serious.

As a shooting guard, he dribbled, jumped, scored and scored a two-pointer for his team.

Because the opening was not from the basketball department, many girls present "cut" it.

Yan Ziye is the minister in the end, wearing a basketball uniform, and the number five behind him makes the girls fall for it, and soon, a handsome three-point shot was born in his hand.

"Super handsome!" The girls are cheering again.

After coming and going, compared to the basketball club that has undergone professional guidance, Class F is inferior in the end.

Chen San and Rong Yun are a big forward and a small forward, although the match is good, but they are still not as good as the people in the basketball department.

In ten minutes, the basketball team had nine more points than the F class team.

Class F turned the tide and scored in the next twenty minutes.

Yin Wushuang can see that most of the scoring is due to the point guard Jimo Jin's passing and wearing well.

She inevitably glanced at Jimo Jin a few more times.

When she came to Class F, she hadn't seen Jimo Sumire yet, and it wasn't until before the start of the game that Jimo Sumire appeared.

Jimo Jin still has brown broken hair, his feminine face does not have any superfluous expressions, and his not strong body is covered in a wide team uniform, which makes him even more thin and girly.

But when he passed the ball, he was steady and fierce, which was diametrically opposed to his appearance.

This is the ...... of the ink pansy It's getting easier and simpler.

Forty-five minutes later, the basketball team won the first game with an absolute advantage of 45:20, and Class F lost.

Where is the gap between professionalism and entertainment.

Rong Yun's face was not very good, Zhao Zhu apologized vigorously, because he didn't score a goal from the free throw, and Han Li patted them on the shoulder to comfort them.

Ji Mo Jin's expression seemed to be a little forbearing.

Yin Wushuang found that he had been pressing his right hand with his left hand, what was he suppressing?

Mo Baobao's voice suddenly sounded in his head:

[Master, the baby feels a little wrong. 】

"What do you mean by that?"

[It seems to be ...... There is a demonic breath, but if there is none, it is very shallow. 】

Demon?

Yin Wushuang frowned, it turned out that in the Huaxia Empire, there was also a demon?

That is, the world is far from as simple as it seems?

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The second game begins.

Jimo Jin's state declined very much, and after the game, the basketball team won again with a crushing advantage of 60:15.

Class F loses one more game.

If she loses the third game, the basketball club will represent Uran in the city league.

Han Li smiled and patted them on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's pure entertainment." ”

He walked up to Jimo Jin and patted him two more times: "Can you hold it?" Don't force it. ”

"Yes." Ji Mo Sumire's voice is very low.

[The demon's breath has intensified, master. 】

"Hmm."

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The third game begins.

Jimo Jin suddenly changed the slump of the previous game, and his technique became ruthless again, and when he was near the end, he chased the points tightly.

30:30！

3 minutes before the end of the game!

Either side scores a chance to change their fate!