Rabelais choked as if he had been stuffed with a steamed bun in his throat, and he almost wanted to cry without tears, so he hurriedly ran back to defend. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Russell slowly dribbled to the front court, and waved his left hand: "Fat pig, I'm going to break through, what if it's a foul?

"Don't worry, I won't foul!"

"Alas, the ignorant are fearless, let you see my newly developed stunt - European step layup!" Russell stepped out to the right, Rabelais hurriedly moved sideways to block, Russell's body actually took a step to the left as if pulled by a rope, and then jumped up and flew to the basket: "Haha, fat pig, let me shake it away!"

"Have you forgotten my nickname? I'm second only to yours in terms of flying pigs!" Rabelais roared, with a muffled sound, pressed his right hand on the basketball, racketed it on the rebound, and then grabbed the ball in his hand, roared, and landed with a bang.

Russell was chased and blocked by Rabelais, his body lost his center of gravity, and he fell to the ground with a bang: "Alas, I forgot to use magic, otherwise your center of gravity will not be able to pull back no matter what!"

"You're wrong, your biggest problem is that you're only going to break through, I've already thought of a countermeasure!" Rabelais grabbed the ball with one hand, dangling his fingers at Russell with his left hand.

"Why don't you hurry up and run to the other side?" called Polly.

"Oops, I almost forgot—" Rabelais hurried to dribble and attack.

"It's too late!" Russell laughed, and walked past Rabelais back to his own half, opening his arms, this time determined to defend closely, not allowing Rabelais to make a move. Rabelais just outside the three-point line when he saw Russell sticking up like a kraft candy, dribbling with his back and squeezing in, squeezing twice not only was it difficult to score a cent, but was pushed out two steps, his left foot made a shaft and turned to block Russell behind him, and his right hand held the basketball high, as if raising fire to the sky: "Turn around with your back! I'll also break through to the basket."

"Think beautiful!" Russell strode to follow, his body rose up, and his hands grabbed and danced wildly to cover Rabelais's body, "Dark clouds cover the top!"

Rabelais saw that his hands really turned into a dark cloud blocking the way, and was thinking of countermeasures, when suddenly the dark cloud withdrew, and he didn't want to press the ball into the basket, and Russell's voice sounded in his ears: "Walk, walk, step!"

Polly saw Russell's arms spinning around, screaming something, and wondered, "What kind of walking and running, how can you play ball without walking?"

"Don't even know how to walk? Do you know basketball?" Russell was furious, he had already formed a habit of playing for many years, and saw Rabelais take three steps with the ball in his hands, and then withdrew the defense to make a walking position.

Rabelais haha: "She's a girl, she knows a ball?"

"You ......" Russell was speechless.

Polly continued to report in a serious manner: "The fat man pouted his ass at Russell this time and arched it inward, this is not the magic ball stunt that has been lost for many years -- the old cow ploughing method? Fat man, do you work at home without machines, you pout your ass to plow the land? Did your parents rent you out to someone else's family to plow the land?"

"I refuse to answer this question of alleged personal insult!"

"Fat Pig said well, only I am qualified to insult you!" Russell said, alternating his left and right hands in front of him, shaking his shoulders constantly, and suddenly a sharp shaking broke through from the right side.

"Do you think you can get past me just by changing direction in front of you?" said Rabelais, striding in front of Russell.

"No, so I still have a change of hands behind my back!" Russell said as he flicked the ball to the left with his right hand, and then dribbled with his left hand to break through the baseline.

"No matter how many tricks you have, you rely on layups for 90% of your scores, I just need to stop you from making a layup!" Rabelais jumped back between Russell and the basket.

"Can you stop it?" Russell suddenly collected the ball, clenched the basketball with both hands, and turned around to throw Rabelais behind him, "SlamDunk!"

"Don't think!" Rabelais hurriedly jumped off the cover, colliding with Russell's body in mid-air, and before he could fully jump, he was pressed by Russell.

"Boys should be in the bottle!" Russell roared, pressing Rabelais with his left arm, smashing the ball into the basket with his right hand, the whole rebound kept shaking, but his body fell lightly, "Fat pig, it's not that I can only break through, but I can dominate the game just by breaking through!"

"I didn't quite jump just now......"

"What is it about you that keeps you from jumping completely?" Russell smirked.

"What's it called, what's it called, by the way, it's called the rabbit circle method!" Polly snorted, Russell's smile was like a mirror shattered: "What does my 360° turn dunk have to do with the rabbit spinning in a circle? What does it have to do with a rabbit spinning in a circle?"

"Aren't you satisfied?

"Let's be this......" Russell couldn't imagine what Polly would say with her unbridled imagination.

Rabelais took Polly's serve, took a deep breath while dribbling, and was stabbed in the heart by Russell's applause just now, and every muscle and bone in his body shook with anger, "No, it can't be like this, it can't be messed up-" Rabelais secretly admonished himself.

"Fat pig, why stop, it's 24 seconds!" Rafael shouted when he saw Rabelais staying outside the three-point line.

"It doesn't matter, the fat pig has to pick up the dignity that I broke one by one from the ground first!" Russell laughed.

"I'm not going to be by you!"

"But I'll cut it off!" Russell said suddenly, slamming the ball off, followed by a fish jumping to grab the ball, Rabelais laughed: "Come back!" grabbed the basketball back into his hand with a big hand: "Three steps dunk!"

"Oops, I forgot that I could use magic!" Russell has been playing for too long, and the rules of basketball are almost solidified in his heart, although he knows that this is a magic basketball game, but if it is not premeditated, he can't think of using magic at all, Rabelais behind him threw off a big stride, and has already taken off, and his feet flew up like bullets: "Block Tianzun's unique stunt, the king of heaven and the tiger!" Russell shouted, sticking to the basketball with one hand.

"Earth Tiger Buckle Heavenly King!" Rabelais saw that Russell's left hand had been pasted with the basketball, holding the ball in both hands, exerting all his strength, the muscles of his upper body were knotted, and the sneering sound broke the jersey on his body, and pressed down violently, the basketball ran over Russell's left hand, and smashed into the basket with a bang, and with a loud bang, the basketball bounced on the ground and flew into the air, and the rattan basket was also smashed to the side.

"Oh--the little earth tiger finally got a hand-"

Rabelais wiped his sweat and looked at Russell: "Do you know why you can't stop me? Because you're just fighting to win, I'm fighting for dignity! Every time I'm humiliated by you, every time I'm blocked by you, I'll give it back to you today! I'm the number one star in the school—" Rabelais said while pounding his chest hard.

"Toad, toad, toad...... The toad on the tree--" Polly finally found the most expressive name, and Rabelais's roar suddenly fell to the ground like a power-off sound.

"Do I look like a toad like that...... It's just a matter of saying I'm a fat pig......"

"The fat man jumped up and down like a toad and put the ball in the circle, and then the toad cooed and cooed!" said Polly, as if proud of himself for thinking of such a vivid and apt description.

"I'm burning!" Russell jumped up from the ground with a carp, and tore his T-shirt in half with both hands, revealing his muscular upper body, and his muscles were as vivid as pencil drawings.

"Wow, that's cool!" Polly couldn't help but have her eyes twinkle.

"It's disgusting!" said Erica. The eyes of the two collided again in the air, and there was a faint sound of sparks sparkling.

Rabelais was afraid of Russell's long legs and terrifying explosiveness, so he hurriedly ran back, shrunk under the basket, raised his hands high, and saw that Russell was no longer giggling, and dribbled with a tense face just over halfway, and immediately threw off his steps and sprinted over, shouting: "Good come!"

"Look at my tomahawk slam-" Russell said, kicking his right foot to the ground and taking off from near the free-throw line.

"You're too presumptuous, don't you forget, my strength is stronger than yours!" Rabelais squatted down, full of strength, and saw Russell fly outside the arc of the reasonable collision zone, and bounced straight up like a real toad: "Toad pounces-"

The two muscles collided together with a bang, if Russell and Rabelais had been separated before, and had not collided head-on, this time the two collided together like cars driving at full power, Rabelais felt that Russell's body was like a piece of iron, although there was a horizontal body protector, it hurt his chest, and before he could react, the whole person was knocked out, fell to the ground on all fours, and the entire basket in front of him kept shaking.

"Your strength is stronger than mine, but I still have kinetic potential energy haha!" Russell laughed out loud.

Polly heard Rabelais shouting that the toad was about to take it as a title, but Rabelais was bounced out and quickly erased: "Oh, the fat man can't hit the thin man, is the fat man's meat filled with water, or is it inflated? The thin man started flying from so far away, is this the legendary chick pounce on the food?"

Russell exclaimed, "What is a chicken, at least it has to be a rooster pheasant?"

"Okay, it's up to you, pheasant pounce!"

"Whether it's your chicken, rooster or pheasant, I won't let you go!" Rabelais had been detained countless times before, but after all, unlike this time, there was no other interference, face to face, and he was knocked off the field alive, humiliated and angry can no longer describe how he felt at the moment, "I will break your neck, pluck out your chicken feathers, and press you in boiling water, and put shiitake mushrooms, green onions, and ginger ......" Rabelais said here, and his saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

"A fat man is a fat man, and he still wants to eat it when he dies!"

"How can he die, he is only 4:3, just a one-goal lead, and I will chase it back!" As soon as Rabelais reached the three-point line, Russell on the opposite side kept jumping and waving his hands, blocking his way and not giving him room to shoot. "I had no choice but to beat him with his back!" Rabelais said, turning around and leaning on Russell to dig in! Russell stuck to Rabelais, but no longer pushed forward as before, lest he overforce his head and give Rabelais a gap to turn around and dunk in three steps. Rabelais slapped the ball, and his legs worked together, and the whole person hit Russell's body and squeezed from the three-point line to the free throw line, but he was tired and sweaty after a step or two.

"Look, look, the fat man's fat is really filled with water, and now the water is squeezed out!" Polly shouted, directing Dragonfly Kou to get closer and take a close-up.

"If you have any other skills, just use them!"

"If you don't say it, I'm not polite!" Rabelais leaned on Russell's body and jumped diagonally, although it was not high, but it also tripped Russell.

"The free throw line is a hook?" Russell knew that Rabelais played the center position, and hook shots were necessary offensive weapons, but they were all near the basket, and at this time he was far away from the free throw line to hook his hands, and hurriedly retreated to get rid of Rabelais entanglement, his legs flicked, and he didn't see how to bend his knees, his body was marked, he reached out to chase the basketball, and saw that his fingertips were about to touch the basketball, and suddenly thought of something in his heart, and hurriedly withdrew his hand back: "You fat pig, you want to cheat a jamming ball!" If the basketball is touched after passing the highest point of the arc, it is a violation of interference and counts as a goal.

"You're wrong!" Rabelais gestured to the basket, and Russell turned to see that the basketball had swiped through the basket.

Russell rubbed his eyes vigorously: "It's not hollow outside the basket, is it! When did you shoot so far?"

"It's not because of you?" Rabelais almost jumped up and roared with a crying voice: "Even my little hook hand under the basket can be capped, if you are not always capped, the pig is the first altitude of Pascal Academy, and he can sneakily run to the free throw line like a grandson to hook his hand!"

Polly didn't know what to do, grabbed her head with a reed pole, racked her brains to think of a bright title, and suddenly had an idea: "By the way, it's called the stupid pig blind play! The stupid pig image points out the fat man's image, and the blind hitting image points out the fat man's blind goal!"

"I'm not blind, I'm a god shooter, a basketball nuke!" don't you see the silky smooth feel when I shoot?" Rabelais roared as he replied.

"Silky and silky, is that a description of your fat?" Polly pouted, "Shocking scandal, Pascal Academy was shocked to appear as a pseudo-girl......"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, bury you in a ravine, cover it with stones, and block it with branches, I swear in the name of the White See, I swear by my life, I swear by my favorite crispy horns......" Rabelais thought of this, swallowed, and forcibly held back, after all, this is not a joke.

"You really think that the Crispy Corner is more important than your life!" Russell said, dribbling to the free throw line.

Rabelais bowed down and stretched out his arms: "Russell, I am all strengthened with magic, and I swear by my favorite wonderful brittle horn that I will never let you break through!"

"Who said I'm going to break through? Let you see my brother's elegant step-back jumper!"

"What? When did you learn this?" Rabelais had never seen Russell jump shot, let alone far from the free throw line, and with a back, he quickly turned to see if the goal was a goal, knowing that this was a life-or-death ball!