My Sister is a Big Star

The young man with the ball held the ball, played steadily, and greeted his companions: "Play well, they are hopeless, the score is too wide. Everyone pass the ball to Mingyu more and let him shoot the three-point line. We have to Pull the score away by a number that makes them desperate. Even if that Qin Ze..." When he just wanted to say, "Even if that Qin Ze steals the ball, it's useless", the teammate behind him suddenly exclaimed: " Be careful behind!"

  The voice fell, and the sound of wind rang behind him, his heart stunned, and he subconsciously dribbled to avoid...the ball? In shock, he turned his head to see, Qin Ze dribbled the ball to his own basket and ran wildly behind him, chasing Zhang Mingyu who was furious and wanted to intercept him. Qin Ze took the lead, finally ran under the basket, turned his head, and threw the ball to the old Wang who was far away from the three-point line.

  There was no one defending by Lao Wang, and they all ran to intercept Qin Ze. He inhaled slowly, took off, and made a three-pointer.

  No one will block me now.

  The ball hit the basket back and forth a few times and hit the net.

   "Hold the grass!" The Ban-inch youth yelled.

  Pharaoh, Qin Ze, and others in turn gave high fives, enjoying the applause of the audience outside the venue. At this time, their momentum was finally fully restored, and their fighting spirit was renewed.

  The basketball team dribbled the ball again and started offensive. They used their tactics this time. After receiving the ball, Zhang Mingyu ran wild for half the court. Several players gave up marking and picked Qin Ze. Sure enough, a gap was created for Zhang Mingyu, and he did not hesitate to throw the ball in his hand.

  The basketball spun and flew out of the palm of the hand. Before it had time to draw a perfect arc, the "pop" made a loud and crisp sound, and the basketball flew out with howling. This time, instead of rushing out of the court, Zhao Baliang received it.

   Blocks again!

   There was an uproar outside the venue, accompanied by the click of the shutter.

   "I got it, haha."

   "I have also photographed it, and I will upload it to the campus forum."

  "Look at the photos, Qin Ze jumped really high. If he participates in the school sports meeting, he might be able to break the high jump record."

  Zhang Mingyu prides himself on good tutoring, and at this moment can’t help but want to explode.

  Didn’t he get a pick-and-roll? How did you do it?

  Zhao Baliang rushed to the basket aggressively, layup in three steps, scored on the board and scored two more points.

  The score at this time: 22-11, there is still a big gap between the two sides.

  Zhang Mingyu served the ball. He made a vague gesture to his teammates. The guy who held the ball hesitated and passed the ball to him from a short distance. He really didn't dare to pass the ball from a long distance for fear that it would be interrupted by Qin Ze.

  After Zhang Mingyu got the ball, in front of Qin Ze, he jumped high and at the same time leaned back and threw the ball in his hand again.

  I don’t believe you can still block!

   "Flyback jumper, three-point line, too reluctant." The audience exclaimed outside the court.

  "If you don’t look back, you may be blocked by Qin Ze again. Damn, he has already been promoted from the face-smashing king to the blocking king."

   "Ah ah, Zhang Mingyu is so handsome in this posture, I love you!"

"Snapped!"

  In response to the cheers of the audience, there was a clear sound, which was very familiar. It was the sound of blocking caps.

  Qin Ze leaped up, his bounce ability was lawless, and once again he slapped a heavy slap and patted the basketball again.

  The cheers of the girls came to an abrupt end, followed by a chilling voice.

  Block!

  See you again!

  Do you want to do this? Are you born to block shots?

  Zhang Mingyu's eyes were dull.

  Boyman grabbed the ball and ran away, scoring two more points. The score keeps getting closer, and the balance of victory is slowly tilting.

   Soon, the ball was passed to Zhang Mingyu's hands. Qin Ze did not open his arms to make a defensive posture, and smiled: "I will let you shoot."

  I can cover your doubting life.

Zhang Mingyu gasped, his eyes raging, he instinctively wanted to shoot, but he could see Qin Ze with a calm expression, he was shocked for an unprecedented time, how could his physical strength be so good, his face was not flushed and he was not breathing... Shots will still be blocked by him.

  After hesitating for a while, the corner of his eyes glanced at the young man approaching, and he gritted his teeth and passed the ball.

  The audience witnessed this scene and laughed: "Hey, Zhang Mingyu just wanted to shoot, but he gave up again."

   "Haha, he dare not vote anymore."

  "Find the shadow area in Zhang Mingyu's heart."

"Hahaha!"

After receiving the ball, the   board-inch youth dribbled the ball and scored a point smoothly under the pick-and-roll tactics of his teammates.

   "Let’s cheer up, let’s make a quick battle." The young man yelled, and he felt a sense of "pull the clouds and mist to see the blue sky". Finally, the goal was scored!

  His heroic spirit, feeling regained his self-confidence, he was blocked by Qin Ze one after another, and the basketball players who had experienced battles couldn't help being in a downturn. At this time, scoring is very important. As long as the momentum comes back, the usual performance can also defeat the group of half-slaps.

  Board-inch youth dribbles and sprints, ready to take another ball to boost momentum.

   "Be careful behind!"

  He heard his teammate roaring behind him.

  Yang San again steals the ball!

The   board-inch youth was furious, subconsciously protecting the ball sideways, making a defensive posture, and blocking the ball behind him...Huh, where's the ball?

  A figure passed by him, and the breeze it brought over his eyebrows, and then the ball was gone!

  I’ll go, are you a dog?

  The young man yelled at him and was intercepted again, and again he was intercepted by Qin Ze when he was silent and too late to react.

  Here, after Qin Ze stole the ball, he ran fast with the ball, bypassing the defense of the two players one after another, passing the ball to the boy chicken, who shot the basket.

  The young man who witnessed this scene calmed down for an unprecedented time, and said: "I request a five-minute pause."

  Pause your sister!

  Qin Ze’s first reaction was to refuse. But Lao Wang and several people agreed, because this is a rule on the basketball court, and any party can request a timeout.

   "What's wrong? Why do you want to pause." Zhang Mingyu asked Ban Cun Youth.

The board-inch youth looked around at the four teammates and said in a deep voice: "That guy's athletic cells are too strong. It's not good to go on like this. Now the score is 24-16, only four goals away."

   Zhang Mingyu's face suddenly became gloomy, "What can you do."

  At this moment, he also panicked. The situation that he had a chance to win, he didn't expect to be gradually caught up. Seeing the momentum, there is a possibility that the gutter may capsize.

"You have found that, except for stealing and blocking the ball, Qin Ze has basically never made a shot. He has passed the ball and has scored zero so far. It can be seen from this that he has no scoring ability, at least his shooting level is very poor, as long as We contained his steal, and the victory ultimately belongs to us." After a pause, seeing everyone's eyes light up, looking at themselves, the stubborn youth smiled triumphantly: "I have a way..."

  At this time, on the campus forum, someone posted pictures of Qin Ze blocking several times, which immediately attracted hundreds of replies, which were then added to the top by the moderator.

  "A trapeze appeared!"

   "Virgin Mary!"

  "Jumping so high? Talent, hurry up, get the car beads."

   "Yes, this Qin Ze has two brushes. It hit Zhang Mingyu's face again."

   "It's ridiculous, and I didn't win. The final victory was Zhang Mingyu. Personal surprise doesn't mean much."

   "Upstairs, you also admit that he is amazing. Even if he loses in the end, he still loses in the overall configuration. Zhang Mingyu may not be his opponent in basketball."

   "Hahaha, ask for Zhang Mingyu's psychological shadow area, and block three times in a row."

   "Zhang Mingyu: Mom, I will never shoot three-pointers anymore."

   "Qin Ze****! LZSB!"

  "I'm going to the basketball court to cheer for Mingyu myself, and only be a fan of Mingyu's brains in my life."

   "Owner, what is the score now."

  After a while, the host replied: “24-16, it’s really hard to tell who wins and who loses.”

   "Catch a wild host alive, everyone quickly take off his pants and come to Japan."

   "I'll go, you are still in the mood to post."

  Owner: "Now the game is suspended, shit, there are more and more people on my side, and we are almost catching up with the colonel basketball game."

   "I'll come here now, fuck, who said this is a battle without suspense? It made me almost miss the good show."

   "The host remembers the live broadcast, fucking, and eating with his girlfriend outside. He knows how to eat and eat all day long, and if he eats it like a pig's head, I can't wait to kill her."

   "Hahaha, I took a screenshot. Someone upstairs announced his girlfriend ID."

   "Same screenshot!"

   "Huh, what's the use of screenshots, this prodigal girl, I want to cry her every day."