Luo Gaozhan ran over to act as a serving tool, and ran back to the sidelines without looking at the ball after sending the ball.

Heaven and earth conscience, he purely wanted to express his trust in Long Xiaochuan, but this move became contempt and ridicule in the eyes of his opponent.

Wei Shang was angry in his heart, and some small pulling actions were also added to the defense, which gave Long Xiaochuan strength.

Now it was Long Xiaochuan's turn to be uncomfortable, and he used various breakthrough techniques in a row, but Wei Shang didn't shake it, and it seemed that the bells and whistles were useless.

After continuous testing, he could only make a feint to worship the Buddha, flickering and retreating, opening up the space and throwing a medium and long distance.

This kind of half-court confrontation is not scored, and standing outside the three-point line to shoot is only counted as a ball, so this kind of mid-to-long-range shooting efficiency is very low.

Fortunately, the goal was scored, the score was 3:2, and the five small powerhouses of Lei Zhai overtook it.

The more this was the case, the more unconvinced Wei Shang became, and this time he washed the ball to Long Xiaochuan and asked him to play directly.

The game seemed to have turned into a one-on-one heads-up game.

Long Xiaochuan felt the hatred and hostility in his opponent's eyes, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, it was easy for people to make irrational moves at such a time, and if they were to be dealt a further blow, it would be to make them collapse.

As for how to play the next ball, he had an idea when he caught a glimpse of Wei Shang's teammate standing.

He moved sideways with the ball and found an unlucky target at a 45-degree angle on the right side of the rebound.

He walked over with the ball, and the man was visibly hesitant, hesitating between stepping forward to help defend and making room for the boss.

Long Xiaochuan took the opportunity to start a breakthrough, and he first made a false shake in the opposite direction more than a meter away.

Wei Shang had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, predicting that Long Xiaochuan would break through in the opposite direction, and immediately started to intercept it.

But he was too focused, all his attention was on the opponent, who would have thought that Long Xiaochuan would use his teammates as a humanoid obstacle to cover......

As a result, he collided with his teammates in the next second, and Long Xiaochuan took the opportunity to make a quick stop to shoot and score a goal easily.

Wei Shang angrily blamed the unlucky teammate: "What are you doing!" Are you stupid and don't know how to hide when you see me coming? ”

The man suffered a dumb loss, so he could only spread his hands to show his innocence, but Wei Shang still pushed him relentlessly. If it weren't for the other players coming over to persuade me, I'm afraid today's game would have ended early.

Pan Lei shouted the score: "Hey, it's 4:2, are you okay?" ”

Wei Shang's face was extremely ugly, with ferocity in his eyes, and he viciously threw the ball to Pan Lei: "It's not your right to speak, the dead fat man hurry up and kick off!" ”

"Oops? How the do you dare to yell at me?! ”

Pan Lei hated others saying that he was a dead fat man, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves angrily, looking like he was going to come up and beat people.

Luo Gaozhan smiled and played a couple of sentences with him: "Dissipate your anger, there is no need to be as knowledgeable as this kind of person, give me the ball." ”

Luo Gaozhan teed off again to Long Xiaochuan.

Long Xiaochuan met Wei Shang's gaze, and there was infinite resentment in his resentful eyes......

He took a deep breath to adjust his state, but this time he was still weak, and when he was not sure of the strong burst, he once again used the "Harden step back" shot.

As a result, Wei Shang saw through his plan, and the flying interference was successful, and the basketball came out of the basket crookedly.

There are only Wei Shang's teammates under the basket, so naturally they regained the ball.

Wei Shangluo looked at Long Xiaochuan with a cruel smile: "You don't have a chance!" ”

This time he chose to hit hard with his back.

Long Xiaochuan alone really can't prevent this kind of back attack from a tall and strong player.

Even if he tried his best to use the skill of "removing the stool" like last time, it would be in vain, because Wei Shang was obviously formally trained, and his ball skills and experience were more abundant than Shi Lang's.

In the face of Long Xiaochuan's sudden withdrawal, not only did he not fall, but he also took the opportunity to score another goal, directly rewriting the score to 4:4.

Long Xiaochuan knew that if he continued like this, he would be embarrassed today.

He didn't want to call someone for help: "Big ass, you come and top him." ”

"Huh?" Pan Lei thought he had heard it wrong, and pointed to his nose: "I'm going to defend him?" Isn't it one-on-one? ”

", when did Lao Tzu say that he was going to fight alone, you guys should come over and go to work when you have enough rest!"

Everyone was stunned, thinking about it carefully, this is indeed a four-on-four game, Long Xiaochuan has no problem finding someone to change the defense, it's just not glorious.

So everyone began to boo him, laughing at the young man who couldn't afford to lose.

Long Xiaochuan didn't care, and comforted his teammates that his reputation didn't matter, but he must not call everyone father if he lost.

That's right, it's still a father-son game, and the one who loses has to be called Dad......

As soon as they thought of the consequences of losing, the big ass and others immediately cheered up and ran to the defensive position with a roar.

Wei Shang smiled contemptuously, if it was tacit cooperation, he had played ball with his four companions for three years, and he practiced all kinds of passing and cutting skills when he had nothing to do, and he was confident that he would beat this group of strange mud legs back to the countryside.

So he raised his finger at his teammates and gestured to plan 2.

Immediately, a teammate came up and took possession of the ball.

Wei Shang immediately pasted Long Xiaochuan on the opposite position and cooperated with his teammates.

Long Xiaochuan shouted to make up for the defense, reminding Sun Changxing to block the other party's breakthrough, and he did not hesitate to keep up with Wei Shang's pace.

He judged from Wei Shang's clever position that the opponent was a "fake blocker", and used his actions to destroy the opponent's entire set of passing and cutting tactics.

The basketball failed to pass in time, so he could only ineffectively reverse the hand on the outside, and Wei Shang once again asked for the ball to hit Long Xiaochuan with his back.

This time, however, it was different, as he was about to start catching the ball, when he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow pressing down on him.

Pan Lei's soft and elastic belly is like a big meat cushion cushioning to dissipate his impact.

"Something......"

Wei Shang tentatively collided, and found that the other party did not move at all, but he was pushed back half a step, and couldn't help but admire the opponent's lower strength.

Since he couldn't get in, he turned around again and threw a backward jumper.

Maybe it was because the physical fitness dropped and the jumping height was not enough, or maybe it was Pan Lei's extraordinary performance under his anger, when he turned around and jumped, the basketball was just raised to his forehead, and when he was about to exert his strength, a big fleshy hand came to his face......

"What the hell?"

He only had time to think about it, and the basketball in his hand was knocked off, and his body fell involuntarily.

And the moment he landed, he heard a voice that gritted his teeth and was extremely arrogant: "Give you face, right?!" ”

The sight gradually fell on Pan Lei's face, a face with distorted facial features and a fierce face.

For a moment, the court was so quiet that the needles could be heard, but then there was a warm and sensational cheer, and in the face of such a shocking block, many people couldn't help but burst into foul language.

What? The dead fat man of 1.75 meters actually covered the 1.9-meter-old Wei Shang?

Uncle You, who was hiding in the crowd, covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his familiar contact: "The current situation is very bad, how do I feel that Wei Shang may lose." ”