"Hello."

Yan Xi walked up to Mei Qian and smiled kindly.

Mei Qian also smiled and responded, "Hello." ”

And his own occupational disease as a coach - the inquiring eyes were naturally released in front of him, this girl dressed in sky blue.

At first glance, I felt that it was very similar to myself.

And the gray-clothed man curled up on the ground next to him also turned his head, staring at the smiling girl above his head with bright eyes.

"Like."

The muffled voice was drowned out by the shouts on the field for a moment.

……

5 to 5!

The score is engraved on the broken wooden scoreboard.

Xiao Wei reminded Zhong Jinyun, who had just come on the court: "American streetball rules, 21 points, alternate ball possession." ”

"Got it!"

American rules, of course, Zhong Jinyun doesn't need Xiao Wei to elaborate. He had fought on the other side of the Pacific, and in terms of experience, he was certainly much more experienced than those two teammates on the field.

Three points.

Physical.

If you do these two things well, the game will be much easier.

"Come on!"

Liu Hui roared.

"I can't help myself!"

The black sword in the middle circle pursed his lips, and his eyes were full of contempt.

……

Liu Hui clung to the arrogant American lord, for fear that his natural white skin would instantly cut into the forbidden area.

Three-on-three, too, is the ultimate embodiment of solo skills.

The black sword of the three-point line snorted coldly, no matter how good and strong your body is, you can't cover the immaturity that only that student has!

Bang!

The sound of bodies colliding violently and muscles colliding suddenly resounded in this street stadium surrounded by high-rise buildings.

Black Sword turned out to be the most direct American way of attack.

Back hit!

Zhong Jinyun, who was far away in the bottom corner, frowned, no matter what the other party said, he was an adult, and that person's body was also very good, no matter how strong the student was, he couldn't resist an adult's fierce back attack.

And this is the American rule, according to the practice of American street courts, power and confrontation will continue throughout the matchup.

This is a very bad omen!

"Huh!"

Liu Hui roared in pain, wanting to completely block the brutal backbeat, but his body followed the opposite trajectory and retreated backwards without listening to the mission.

Whoa!

The sneakers rubbed against the floor.

The smile on the face of the black sword became more and more obvious, there is no time limit, there is no back limit, damn Chinese students, go to death!

"Huh!"

At the moment when Liu Hui wanted to do his best to block the fierce leaning of the black sword, the black sword gently swiped towards his side as if he had already sensed Liu Hui's movements.

Syllable!

Liu Hui couldn't react, his body couldn't help but pounce forward, and he fell heavily on the gray and hard concrete floor, stirring up dust, but it was completely extinguished by the majestic wind swept up behind him in an instant.

The black sword leaped high, with the majesty of an American lord, looking down on the weak people on the floor, and then raised his right arm, gathering his strength at one point, and suddenly burst out of his throat like a tsunami, and by the way, the ball was slammed into the basket with a ferocious slam.

Bang!

Woooooo

The group of servants under the lord on the sidelines suddenly collided happily and high-fived each other to show joy.

"Damn!"

Liu Hui roared out a breath of turbidity, but when he looked up, he looked at the arrogant expression of the black sword, bared his teeth and grinned, and was extremely rampant.

"It's okay."

Xiao Wei hurried over and stretched out his hand.

"It's fine."

Liu Hui straightened up and walked towards the middle line, but there were disgusting laughs and scolding sounds in his ears from time to time.

……

Substitution of possession.

Liu Hui asked for the ball on the right side.

Zhong Jinyun naturally wants to give.

No one on the street court can tolerate the arrogance of the opponent, and no one can tolerate being detained. One moment your opponent stomps on your head and dunks the ball into the basket, then the next second, you have to use your tight fists to tell him how unforgettable the pain is!

Punch back, it couldn't be more appropriate here!

Liu Hui leaned back, clenched the basketball with both hands, and his teammates immediately opened up the space!

One!

"Boy, you're a little tender!"

Black Sword laughed at the man in front of him in an awkward Chinese dialect.

The fuse is ignited!

Bang!

Liu Hui went all out and pushed inward!

It's the same, a ferocious back hit!

The first lean, it actually made the black sword eyes full of disdain have black lines, and his body was actually retreating!

This man's backbeat can move him!

How ridiculous is this!

The black sword tried his best to completely destroy the ridiculous boy's thoughts, but the moment he leaned forward, he threw himself into the air!

Turn around!

Same!

Liu Hui's behavior is to tell the black sword behind him: I just want to use the same way, with my iron fist, to tell you what it means to fight back!

The basket shook again, and this time it was Zhong Jinyun and Xiao Wei's turn to walk towards Liu Hui and cheer!

6 to 6!

Split again.

……

"This kid is kind of interesting."

The stinger who served the black sword laughed coldly.

Black Sword pursed his lips and replied, "What do you mean?" ”

Stinger immediately changed his tone: "Why should the lord fight with a student, just let me and Shadow Bow play with them." ”

Hei Jian sank down, probed the situation on the field, and the smile that had disappeared came back on his face, and said, "Then I'll leave it to you." ”

Serve!

Stinger catches the ball, Zhong Jinyun follows!

"The man's breath?" Zhong Jinyun frowned, "Ghostly? ”

Scold!

Galloping one step at a time, fast, Zhong Jinyun didn't notice a hint of a precursor to starting.

Forced to chase and defend, the instantaneous explosion speed of the person in front of him is enough to be described as rare, so fast.

Step on!

Stinger three-step activation.

Zhong Jinyun wants to jump, in the air, all backwardness will disappear, Zhong Jinyun is confident that he can complete the defense and even block in the air.

But the stinger leaned back halfway, completely suppressing Zhong Jinyun's momentum.

"What!"

Surprised shouted from his mouth, the stinger didn't give Zhong Jinyun a chance to follow up, and took advantage of the situation to make a layup.

……

"It's so strong."

Zhong Jinyun had to say so. The strength of the three opposite sides is particularly strong, with all the qualities, body, reflexes, and speed that a street player should have.

"Huh."

Instead, chuckle. It is fortunate to meet such a master in Wuhan, even if there is an age difference.

Kickoff!

Zhong Jinyun took advantage of the situation and flicked forward, and Liu Hui took the ball.

After only half a second of back, he immediately passed the ball back, and the person immediately pulled away to the other side.

The stinger immediately stepped forward and looked at the basketball in Zhong Jinyun's hand.

Lean forward!

The triple threat gesture was put on, and everyone's eyes were immediately locked on this area.

"Huh."

chuckling again, Zhong Jinyun did not take that step, and the basketball in his hand had already flown out.

On this vast field, how easy it is to run.

Taking advantage of the second when everyone's attention was focused on Zhong Jinyun, Xiao Wei had already completed the pace of getting rid of the defense.

"I take these two points!"

Stepping on the three-point line, Xiao Wei's posture had already jumped up gently.

Brush!

The Nets shake.

8 to 7!

Regain the lead.

"Good pass."

Xiao Wei praised and stretched out his hand at the same time.

Zhong Jinyun didn't respond, and his mind flashed the picture of Xiao Wei pulling up his jump shot in the semifinals, and flashing the picture of himself leaving the court lonely.

Zhong Jinyun turned around and returned to the defensive position, and Xiao Wei had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.

Teammate?

Of course not.

victory

is the purpose of passing.

……

"Haha."

Black Sword suddenly laughed out loud as he served.

"Lord, what are you laughing at?"

Stinger asked.

"Look at the Shadow Bow."

The black sword pointed beyond the three-point line, crouching down to tie his shoes.

After reading it, Stinger also smiled.

"Enraged Shadow Bow, this game is almost over."

"Catch!"

Black Sword shouted.

……

……

Author's Note: The first two chapters have been slightly changed.