My Sister is a Big Star

  The game restarted. Zhang Mingyu stopped outside the three-point line to hold Qin Ze. If Qin Ze broke the ball inside, they would pass the ball to Zhang Mingyu. Zhang Mingyu made a three-pointer without defense.

  The tactical effect was immediate, and Zhang Mingyu successfully scored a three-pointer, and the young man and the other guy each scored two points. At this time, the score on the field: 31-22, the score is still getting closer, but looking at the momentum, it is extremely difficult to overtake before the end of the game.

   "It's tricky now." Zhao Baliang grinned, sweating profusely.

  Qin Ze nodded, this is the so-called single tree is difficult to support. In a team competition, no matter how outstanding the individual is, it is only a highlight and a highlight. It is easy to be targeted and suppressed. This is what Qin Ze learned in the game. Unless it is the king who abuses brass, but these basketball teams are obviously not rookies.

  "System, exchange three-pointers skills." Qin Ze silently communicated with the system. A few meters away, the basketball was driving in the opponent's hands. As long as Qin Ze guards Zhang Mingyu, they won't let the ball go here.

  Qin Ze moved his feet, his leg muscles exerted strength, and the powerful explosive force pushed him out, intercepting the ball like a gust of wind, and took the ball to attack.

  The moment the ball is scored, there is no longer the jerky and stagnant before, but there is a sense of smoothness like an arm, as if he is an innate court king, and he is naturally close.

  Zhang Mingyu rushed, chasing his back, and at the same time shouting to his companions: "People who keep an eye on yourself, don't let them catch the ball and shoot."

  Qin Ze himself does not know how to shoot. He has been playing assists. This is the judgment of Zhang Mingyu and others. Defending those guys also prevented Qin Ze.

  Qin Ze, who rushed to the three-point line, made an unexpected action. He stopped abruptly, took off and shot, and the action was smooth and smooth without any delay.

  He is impatient!

  Zhang Mingyu was not surprised and rejoiced, regardless of whether it was a master showdown or a confrontation between the two armies, as long as which party appeared anxious and eager, then the distance to failure would not be far away. In this case, the more Qin Ze, who can't shoot, makes more mistakes.

  At most ten goals are won, and the difference between the two sides is close to ten.

  His proud explosiveness and jumping ability are restrained by us.

  It is strange that he is not in a hurry.

  The joy of joy surged from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Mingyu’s eyes kept rising and rising with the spinning ball, and then landed at the highest point...After the basketball drew a perfect half arc, he entered the net!

  Zhang Mingyu’s pupils shrank instantly, and the joy of tumbling disappeared instantly.

how is this possible!

This is impossible!

   "fuck!"

  He heard the Ban-inch youth cursing not far away.

  After a while, the audience was full of applause and shouts.

  Three-pointers can cause cheers and drive emotions wherever they are.

  Qin Ze has a confident smile at the corner of his mouth. What I am proud of is not the jumping power, not the explosive power, but the Dao initiation (river crab) method. So what if you are a full-level tuba, can you stop me from opening the plug?

This time Zhang Mingyu served the ball. After being suppressed by Qin Ze several times, he dispelled the idea of ​​being active in the basketball court. He is not active, and it is difficult for Qin Ze who defends him to be active. We are all masters here, and you are a rookie. . Thinking of this, Zhang Mingyu felt better, and took the ball just now as a blind cat touch, and went for a good luck.

  A group of people burst into Qin Ze’s basketball hoop from their own basketball hoop, using the tacit pick-and-roll to easily score goals.

  The young man applauded and said loudly: "Okay!"

  Next is the boy chicken serving, passing the ball to Liu Ziqiang in principle. Liu Ziqiang dribbled the ball and was intercepted by two people under the basket. Qin Ze came around from the three-point line and shouted: "Here!"

  Liu Ziqiang hesitated, he finally broke into the inside line and just passed back to the three-point line. Isn’t it in vain? Out of the corner of his eyes, both Lao Wang and Boy Ziji were stared at, Zhao Bayan was under his own basket on the other end, and Zhang Mingyu was temporarily thrown away by Qin Ze, a few meters behind. Only Qin Ze did not defend temporarily, gritted his teeth and threw the ball out.

  Qin Ze jumped up and caught the basketball. Yu Guang glanced at Zhang Mingyu and rushed towards him. He made a fake shot.

  Zhang Mingyu immediately took off and blocked.

  Even if I know that you can't shoot, I won't let you shoot easily.

  But who thought this was Qin Ze’s fake move, he rushed for nothing. When he landed, Qin Ze jumped up and threw a basketball.

  Zhang Mingyu’s eyes follow basketball, I don’t believe you can still make it!

   "Whoo!"

  Respond to the network!

  Another three-pointer!

   "Good Qin Ze." Zhao Baliang was in the distance, shouting from under his hoop.

  Lao Wang Ziji Liu Ziqiang shouted in excitement, the three-pointer scored beautifully, and they saw the hope of victory.

  Outside the venue, the audience was excited.

   "Go in again, it's amazing."

  "Not worse than Zhang Mingyu's."

  "Qin Ze shot such a powerful three-pointer, why didn't he make it before?"

   "Puff...Don't tell me, he deliberately pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger, and hit Zhang Mingyu in the face."

  Zhang Mingyu stood blankly, his teeth clenched, he glanced over the cheering Liu Ziqiang and others, and fell on the faces of the young man and a few teammates. Everyone's expressions were exactly the same gloomy. It's okay to get lucky, but if Qin Ze is really a solo expert, then the situation will be in trouble. The stealing and breaking is superb, the block is strong, and the three-pointer shooting is accurate, how can this be played?

The board-inch youth walked over with the basketball, instead of directly kicking off, but talking with Zhang Mingyu and others in a low voice: "Play fast ball directly, keep the tactics unchanged, and leave the rest alone. In terms of physical strength and scoring skills, we are better than them. And we are temporarily leading the score, playing fastball, and not giving them a chance to breathe. In the end, we will definitely play to fifty points first."

  He belongs to the basketball team and has this vision and decision-making ability.

  Zhang Mingyu heard the words and nodded intently: "Just do it, I have troubled a few brothers today, I invite everyone to go out to play tonight."

  The eyes of several people suddenly lit up. Zhang Mingyu’s so-called going out to play was naturally an adult’s "playing", just drinking and singing, they really didn't have much interest.

  The game continued, the basketball team was fully fired, completely disregarding physical strength, and soon the boys and chicken kings had more than enough energy. They have limited physical strength and have played for half a day before. It's breathless now. Supported by Qin Ze alone, rushing from left to right, steals, blocks, three-pointers...

  The score rises alternately!

  36-27

  40—38

  44—40

  48—48

   "It's flat!"

  Li Liang shouted.

  The spirits of both sides on the court were shocked, their momentum changed in vain, and they became murderous and high-spirited.

  The last ball!

  Who wins and who loses, who is the grandson and who is the grandfather, depends on who gets the last goal!

  The shouting outside the venue stopped, everyone raised their hearts, excited and looking forward to it. This game was so interesting, there was no crushing, no smashing power and defeats, it was called climax, and when it was approaching the finish line, the score was pushed to a level.

   is more interesting than the school basketball team.

  Zhang Mingyu's supporter, more than a dozen glass-hearted girls, clenched their fists tightly.

The    board-inch youth ran out of the bounds holding the ball, let out a sigh of relief, calming down the complex emotions. Zhang Mingyu nodded at him slightly, indicating that he could serve, Qin Ze silently blocked in front of Zhang Mingyu, let the young man dispel the idea of ​​passing the ball to Zhang Mingyu, and instead passed the ball to another teammate.

  Campus Forum!

   "Owner, ten minutes have passed, is the game over?"

  "Not yet, but it's the last moment." Not long after, the host replied. A message on his mobile phone prompted, "It's too exciting, too exciting, you definitely can't guess, what the score is now."

   "50-20?"

   "Don't be funny, didn't the host say it's not over yet."

   "49-9?"

   "Puff..."

  The host sent a "God of God" emoticon: "48-48!"

  "Really? I'll go!"

   "I read less, the host should not lie to me."

   "Oh, that's great, don't stop me from anyone, I'm going to the basketball court."

   "Owner, who owns the ball now!"

  The host replied: "Uh...Zhang Mingyu here."

   "It's over, whoever has the first possession of the ball will win half, let alone the basketball team!"

   "Live the results quickly, we have to watch Qin Ze call Grandpa."

  "Yes, yes, this paragraph must not be lost, we will see the face-slappers get beaten in the face."

   "Although, Qin Ze is good at playing basketball, but I also think he is hopeless. After all, Zhang Mingyu belongs to the basketball team."

  "First of all, I’m not a sister. Zhang Mingyu is my buddy. I’m not at school today, otherwise I will definitely go to the stadium to cheer for him. I don’t know who Qin Ze is."

   "Only by him, he deserves to step on Zhang Mingyu to become famous? Don't look at what you are."

   "There is nothing fair or unfair, he is great, Zhang Mingyu is not bad, basketball games, it depends on the overall quality. Qin Ze can not!"

  At this time, the guy who holds the ball dribbles in. On his basketball uniform, the number 55 is written. As soon as No. 55 rushed to the inside, he was stopped by Liu Ziqiang and Tong Ziji. No. 55's gaze swept across his teammate's position quickly. There was one under the basket, but there was a big guy (Zhao Baliang) staring at him and couldn't pass it. Zhang Mingyu had Qin Ze staring at him and couldn't pass it. There was only one person who was unguarded. The guy who had guarded him (Liu Ziqiang) came to guard me, and Zhu Yunfei (the young man with an inch) was behind me...

  His eyes turned sharply, he saw Liu Ziqiang reaching out to grab the ball, making a decisive move to throw the ball to an unguarded teammate.

  Qin Ze stared at him from beginning to end, and immediately understood his purpose. The powerful explosive force pushed him to rush to the fish that slipped through the net. This was the moment he was waiting for.

  However, at this moment, the action of No. 55 to throw the ball was slightly stiff. This was just a fake action. He threw the ball back.

  I’m also waiting for this moment, knowing that your explosiveness and jumping ability are amazing, how could it not prevent you?

The   Ban Cun youth stunned from behind him, and the tacit pick-and-roll of No. 55 briefly stopped Boy Ziji and Liu Ziqiang. In this way, there is a gap, the young man dribbles the ball quickly, and rushes to the basket in large strides.

  One step

  Two steps

  Leap and dunk with one hand!

  Qin Ze's pupils shrank.

  Liu Ziqiang, Tong Ziji, and Lao Wang turned their heads horribly, seeing him leaping high and rushing to the basket, with anxiety and despair in their eyes... Lost!

  One-handed dunk!

  The audience outside the field raised a heart to their throat instantly, waiting for him to score, and then cheering.

  At this time, if the picture is frozen on the face of Ban Cun Youth, his expression is particularly hideous.

  I must score this goal.

  When it was, the ear screamed: "When I don’t exist."

  At the same time, Zhang Mingyu and others exclaimed: "Be careful behind!"

  Fuck!

  This sentence again!

  Like a curse, it evoked the shadow of the ban-inch youth.

  He immediately felt the strangeness behind him. When he was in the air at this time, it was impossible to take any precautions before it was too late.

"Snapped!"

  One hand covered it from top to bottom and patted away the basketball in his hand.

   "Gosh!" someone exclaimed.

  "On the high jump, I only serve Qin Ze."

   "My be careful, I can't bear it anymore."

   "It's so exciting, so exciting."

  "Best in the audience: Qin Ze!"

  "Qin Ze, go to death, Zhang Mingyu, come on."

  "Zhang Mingyu, come on."

  "Zhang Mingyu, come on."

  After Qin Ze landed, there was a cold sweat on his back, and he almost lost. The task of three hundred points was really not that easy, and it was the most difficult task he had ever encountered. Even if the system cheats, it does not necessarily win. Once he loses, Qin Ze's points will be negative. He had 320 points before, exchanged for shooting specialization, 40 points for the call, and 280 points remaining.

  Can't afford to lose, he can't afford to lose!

  Zhao Bayang, who was almost playing soy sauce from start to finish, saw the basketball fall from the sky, hugged him fiercely, and shot fiercely everywhere.

   Near the midfield, Lao Wang suddenly raised his index finger and signaled Zhao Baliang to pass the ball.

  Zhao Baliang threw the basketball vigorously, and shouted: "Pharaoh!! It's all up to you..."

  This roar shook the disillusioned Zhang Mingyu, Ban Cun Youth and others, and their expressions changed drastically.

  The game is not over yet!

   Zhang Mingyu roared: "Stop him!"

The slab-inch youth shouted: "I'd rather foul and stop!"

  Pharaoh is like a weasel who stole a chicken, stalking quickly, behind him, is a group of hungry tigers rushing to the sheep like basketball players.

That's too late!

  They are faster than me and can't run inside to shoot.

  Pharaoh's footsteps paused, and he stopped abruptly while sprinting. There was no time for him to adjust his body, take off, and shoot!

   Behind him, there was a maniac bumping into his back, completely ignoring the foul, or deliberately fouling.

  Old Wang staggered forward and fell. During the fall, he always looked up and watched the trajectory of the basketball.

  Be sure to enter!

  At this moment, no one cares about deliberate fouls. The audience is silent, time seems to freeze, everyone's eyes follow the ball, other than that, there is only the sound of his own heartbeat.

  Goal and lore!

   is in the next second.

  Some girls covered their eyes, but then peeked through their fingers.

  The basketball hit the basket and bounced out.

   "I made a hasty shot, I really won't get in."

   "Almost killed, shit, my heart is dead."

   "Would you like to be so exciting."

   "Ahhhhh..." Some girls even screamed.

  The old Wang threw himself on the ground, hammering **** the concrete floor, and annoyance and despair came to his mind.

  Liu Ziqiang, Tong Ziji, and Zhao Baliang opened their mouths slightly, as if they were drained of energy in an instant, and their hearts were empty.

   "Grab the rebounds!" Zhang Mingyu was excited, and couldn't wait to roar from the sky.

   "We haven't lost yet, we still have hope." The Ban-inch youth was also excited.

   Several other teammates also cheered and jumped up to grab rebounds.

   "Ah...behind!" A girl suddenly yelled outside the court.

  Hearing these words, the slab-inch young man's hair stood up, like a nightmare.

  Zhang Mingyu became stiff.

  Hundreds of spectators surrounded the audience. Among the hundreds of pairs of eyes, there was a figure like a cannonball out of the chamber, and the wind whistling the carrier.

  He passed Zhang Mingyu in an instant, passed the board-inch youth, and jumped at the free throw line.

  The figure, like a flying eagle with wings spread, is about to strike the sky angrily.

  He hooped the flying basketball with both hands, his body leaned back in mid-air, just like a strong bow. Then it transforms from an eagle that **** its wings into an eagle that strikes its prey.

  Slam Dunk!

"boom!"

  The dull and loud voice spread throughout the audience.

  The basketball played weaker and weaker on the ground, but no one cheered or applauded. Everyone's eyes were focused on the boys who were still hanging on the rim.

  Many people can remember this scene clearly after ten or twenty years.