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The moment on the left heel, the ball is passed from the left hand to the right hand.

Just a big simple step.

Vidis had been cleaned up by Yang Jun.

Now there was only one person standing under the basket.

Yang Jun stepped on the free throw line and jumped high.

Bang!

Yang Jun’s body turned into a bow shape, and his body was completely stretched.

Arms raised high.

Penalty line dunks!

Yang Jun’s bounce this time is very perfect, almost in the basket!

“Wow!”

Vidis holds his head with both hands!

The facial expression is very exaggerated.

“Yang, are you crazy?!”

Vidis’s screams attracted many people.

Lee stood in the audience with a furrowed brow,

Yang Jun’s action was very dangerous.

With a leash still wrapped around his waist, Yang Jun actually deducted the free throw line!

It looks good, but the danger factor is too high, right?

Although I have not heard the news that Yang Jun has been seriously injured, the men’s basketball team really cannot bear any accidents.

“Yang Jun, come here.”

Li Ran stood up, his face like frost.

Yang Jun obediently walked over to Li Ran’s side.

The latter’s face was very ugly, as for the reason.

He could only faintly perceive something.

“The free throw line dunk, Yang Jun, there is really yours,” Li Murmur patted Yang Jun’s shoulder: “You are not allowed to dunk in training in the future!” ”

“But I just had a whim.”

Yang Jun tried to argue.

But Li Ran didn’t want to listen to Yang Jun at all.

“You know, you’re the absolute tactical core of our country, and I don’t want you to have any surprises.”

“Can you understand?”

In the face of Li Murmur’s bitter persuasion.

Yang Jun raised his hands in surrender.

“Well, I can’t listen to you yet, I’ll never dunk in training again!”

“In the game, you should also deduct less.”

Lee added with a cold face.

Yang Jun nodded frequently.

Click!

Just then, a flash of light flashed.

A female reporter stared at Yang Jun in the distance and kept clicking.

Behind her, there stood a videographer.

The camera chased Yang Jun deadly.

Li Ran called the person in charge of the arena over.

“Old Lee, what’s going on?” Didn’t you say okay, don’t let the news media come in? “

“I have regular meetings before the team’s training, and no one, any media, is allowed to come in during our training!”

Li Ran’s brow twisted into an iron knot.

This year’s players are generally younger and are very susceptible to outside influences.

It was only two days since the Eight Classics began to train, and the media came in?

I can’t train anymore!

“Li Jiao, this is the central media, with a mission.”

Old Li quickly defended himself.

“People say they want to collect material for a certain CCTV news next week, how many dares do you see me daring to take care of people?”

Li muttered for a moment, and his eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan characters.

Old Li rushed to Li Ran’s side and quietly said, “Li Jiao, people have red-headed documents to open the way…”

Lee muttered a cold face and did not speak again.

He is the coach of the national team, although the power is great.

During the game, everything made way for the men’s basketball team.

However, such news media with national names often have political tasks.

It’s a bit unpleasant though.

But Li Ran also knows that all this is to create momentum for the ** men’s basketball team.

……

A beautiful woman dressed in a date red dress appeared.

“Hello friends from the audience, this is the Wukesong Stadium.”

The beautiful woman wears a red off-the-shoulder dress with a shallow smile on her face and looks very sweet.