Super All-round Sports System

"I know it's terrible! Teacher Feng, accept this fact! After all, the members of the sports college team are almost the members of the Yuzhou University team! Their level is not comparable to ours!" Liu Meijuan said coldly.

"But it's too embarrassing. Why can't they even score a goal? I can feel a little better if I can score a few goals!" Feng Xiang sighed.

"Those who can score goals, you won't let them play. Mr. Feng, are you a masochist?" Liu Meijuan said impolitely.

"Who are the people who can score goals? Where are they? Some of the players on the court are almost the best players in our college!" Feng Xiang said.

"Wang Fei is the one who can save your face!" said Liu Meijuan.

"What? The blacksmith? He shot wildly for more than 30 times and scored two goals. Liu Meijuan, how do you think he can save my face?" Feng Xiang frowned and asked.

"Because I've had a one-on-one PK with him these two days. I've played shooting games with him. I saw him throw the ball into the basket continuously with my own eyes! His shooting accuracy has really improved too much," Liu Meijuan said.

"What you said is true?" Feng Xiang stared.

"Give it a try, don't you know? Mr. Feng, you've lost nothing to worry about. You're barefoot! If you let Wang Fei have a try, you won't lose anything! On the contrary, he may surprise you!" said Liu Meijuan.

"OK! I'll let him have a try." Feng Xiang nodded.

By this time, the game had reached the 18th minute of the first half.

The score on the field has reached a terrible 68-0.

It seems that in the first half, the sports college team could easily get more than 70 points.

"Di!"

The sports college team scored again.

At this time, the replacement whistle sounded.

Under the persuasion of Liu Meijuan, Wang Fei can finally appear on the stage.

He replaced his own defender Wang Changhai.

Wang Changhai was originally a substitute for Wang Fei, and his skills were much worse.

Wang Changhai came to rest.

Wang Fei quickly came to the backcourt and was ready to catch the ball out of bounds.

Zhang Meng threw the out of bounds ball.

Zhang Meng glanced at Wang Fei who was replaced. He couldn't help rolling his eyes. He didn't understand why blacksmith Wang was replaced again?

Wang Fei motioned Zhang Meng to pass the ball to himself.

Zhang Meng grabbed the ball, but he didn't look at Wang Fei at all. Instead, he was looking for other teammates.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xiang turned black and shouted, "Zhang Meng, what are you doing? Pass the ball to Wang Fei quickly!"

Zhang Meng listened to Feng Xiang's instructions. He reluctantly threw the ball to Wang Fei.

Wang Fei nodded to Zhang Meng, and then he walked forward with the ball.

"Yo! The one we just replaced from the College of Arts looks familiar! Isn't this blacksmith Wang who beat iron frequently and made crazy moves when playing with the College of foreign languages the day before yesterday?"

"This is also a loser. It's for nothing!"

"Let's go, let's go. Watch this game. When the fans of the Academy of Arts committed high blood pressure, the blood vessels on my forehead jumped!"

Wang Fei heard some sarcastic remarks from the spectators of his college on the sidelines.

Wang Fei bit his teeth, and he accelerated the speed of the ball.

The sports college team has no strength at the moment. It is estimated that they have won too many games and can't pick up the spirit to play the game.

Therefore, the player defending Wang Fei just looked at Wang Fei from a distance and didn't move forward at all.

The player put Wang Fei one step inside the three-point line, looked lazily at Wang Fei and said, "shoot! No one can defend you! It's really boring to play a team like you!"

Wang Fei smiled. He suddenly picked up the ball, took a step back, and came outside the three-point line. Then, he opened his hand and made a three-point shot.

"Step back three minutes?"

"I'll go!"

"If this ball can score, I'll perform and eat shit!"

Someone was talking loudly around, especially a boy in a red short sleeved shirt shouted louder, saying that Wang Fei should score the ball and he would perform to eat shit.

Three points!

Wang Fei feels good!

The crowd looked at the basket.

The ball flew out of a perfect arc, "poof", hollow into the net!

Wang Fei glanced at the boy in the red shirt and said, "you can start your performance."

Red shirt boy's face is red: "I just did not finish, I want to say, I will perform ten steamed buns."

Wang Fei shook his head and compared his middle finger to him. This guy is so cunning.

Feng Xiang, standing under his own basket, opened his eyes. I'll go! This three-point score is beautiful. However, other players don't defend, and it's no fun to score three points.

"Teacher Feng, how's it going? Did Wang Fei score? And it's still three points!" said Liu Meijuan.

Feng Xiang shook his head: "people don't defend."

"But this may be the beginning of a turnaround!" said Liu Meijuan.

"How else can we change? People are already 65 points ahead." Feng Xiang shook his head and said.

On the court, the sports college team sent the baseline ball.

The boy who defended Wang Fei and let him shoot the ball forward just now.

Obviously, the boy who has a pigtail and looks very personalized is the backup point guard of the sports college team. Now on the court, almost all of them are substitutes for the sports college team.

"Man, that was a good three-point shot." the braided boy said to Wang Fei as he walked with the ball.

"Really?" Wang Fei smiled. He looked at the braid and seemed to be careless. He said that he could try to break the ball.

"Yes, now, I'm going to break through." braided son suddenly accelerated and was about to fly Wang away.

Wang Fei sneered: dribbling is not very good, and although the action is fancy, it is sloppy.

Now, his vision has been greatly improved compared with the past.

When Wang Fei was juggling with pigtails and wanted to pass himself, he suddenly shot. He saw it very accurately and fished the ball in the other party's hand into his own hand at once.

After catching the ball, without saying a word, Wang Fei turned and ran forward.

The pigtail and the guard of another sports college team immediately chased after Wang Fei.

Wang Fei is already outside the three-point line.

He turned his head and looked at the pursuer, steadily opened his hand and shot three points!

"I'll go!"

"Why do you throw three points?"

"It should be a basket! That's more secure!"

On the court, Zhang Meng and Yan Mingyu looked at each other.

"It's not easy for the two to get in the three points just now. It's such a good chance to run the blue and throw three points?" Yan Mingyu sneered.

However, just after Yan Mingyu said this, Wang Fei threw the ball "poof" again and steadily got into the basket.

Three points again!

Wang Fei waved his fist fiercely and roared up to the sky!

He finally had a bad breath in his heart.

The surrounding audience was in an uproar.

The cheerleaders of the sports college team are sighing.

On the other hand, the liberal arts school is in great spirits.

"Awesome!"

"Two and three points in a row! That's great."

"Wang Fei gave us a long face today. He even threw two or three points and broke the other party's ball! This is Wang Fei's highlight moment alone!"

"I'll tell you! Wang Fei's skills are still OK. He may be in bad shape when playing iron. Don't say we are NBA stars. When we are in bad shape, we will continue to play iron!"

"I wronged Wang Fei. Wang Fei is the real hero of our college of arts team!"

"Woo woo! Why are my eyes full of tears, because Wang Fei put on the pants of our college of arts team."

Under the basket of the College of arts team, Feng Xiang was happy.

"OK, great! That's how to fight! Wang Fei, it's really a face for me!" Feng Xiang clenched his fist and said.

Liu Meijuan just smiled and didn't say a word.

She was thinking, are people too powerful?

One game can drive a man to hell.

And when he does better, he will be praised to heaven!

It seems that she can't avoid vulgarity herself.

On the court, the sports college team, which was successively scored two three points by Wang Fei, finally paid attention to it. Their coach Sun Yiming shouted off the court: "keep an eye on the No. 23!"

This time, when the sports college team sent the baseline ball, the braided guard met Wang Fei and stepped forward to defend. Without hesitation, he passed the ball to another guard wearing No. 35 shirt.

Obviously, the ball was broken once, and the pigtail had a little psychological shadow.

Wang Fei quickly followed the pigtail and retreated to his own half.

The sports college team is advancing very fast.

No. 35 easily passed the defenders on the side of the Academy of Arts and came to the outer edge of the three-point line.

Wang Fei took a look. He knew that No. 35 didn't plan to pass the ball in. He had to throw three points by himself.

On his own side, power forward Yan Mingyu made a bluff and rushed to defend.

No. 35 was not affected by Yan Mingyu's interference and opened his hand for three points.

Wang Fei saw the flight path of the ball after No. 35 shot. His intuition told him that the ball could not go in at all.

The best rebounding position was also seen by him at a glance.

Wang Fei hurried over.

"Bang!"

No. 35 hit the rebound and rebounded.

Wang Fei just arrived and took the ball in his hand.

As soon as he accelerated, he rushed towards the other half.

The sports college team reacted quickly, and three players chased down.

The other four members of the College of arts team also hurried to pick them up.

Unfortunately, they have poor physique and run too slowly.

When Wang Fei ran four meters away from the hoop, he found that the two members of the sports college team had caught up, especially No. 35, which was fast and had been obliquely inserted in front of him.

Behind him was the big black man who was more than two meters tall.

The opposing center caught up with him?

It may also be that the center came out to pick and roll just now, and then when he saw that the backboard in the backcourt was lost, Wang Fei wanted to take a fast break, and the big black man took a big step to catch up.

The palm of the Black PU fan is right behind him. It seems that he wants to give Wang Fei a big hat at any time.

Wang Fei smiled. He held the ball in his hands and suddenly began to run blue.

Two steps away from the big black man behind.

The number 35 ahead is waiting under the basket.

After only two steps, Wang Fei jumped up and threw the ball out of his hand.

"Poof!"

The ball answered the net again!

Wang Fei hit three balls and got eight points in just 30 seconds!