Chapter Seventeen: One Strike (Third Update)

  As Shi Chengcai shouted "What a shot!", the second-generation ancestors outside the court felt their eyes twitching, and the triumphant smile on their faces had not yet faded when it turned iron-blue. Especially that tall man, after being stunned, actually shouted several times, shouting "Great ball!", Hou Qiang covered his shoulder with one hand, staring at his profile without speaking, the tall man dryly laughed a few times, trembling and adding two words "individual fart".

  What the heck!

  Guan You started to control the ball and organize the offense, which is his strong point. Although 3V3 emphasizes individual ability and strong breakthroughs, with his experience playing in the youth team, it's still easy for him to deal with these extremely amateur opponents.

  A bad start didn't affect his confidence!

  The defender guarding Guan You was still Ning Xiaoying, and the little beauty wearing a basketball uniform looked even more beautiful. Although Guan You was a flirt, he couldn't make physical contact with Ning Xiaoying in front of everyone, which was also one of the advantages of the Wen Qian team. Several consecutive dribbling moves with fake actions didn't deceive Ning Xiaoying, so he had to pass the ball to Shi Chengcai on the left line and run into the restricted area at the same time. Ning Xiaoying followed closely behind him, Guan You blocked her behind him, raised his hand to ask for the ball, and Shi Chengcai passed the ball from under Xu Yao's open arms, bouncing it off the ground. Guan You caught the ball with his right hand, blocked Ning Xiaoying with his left hand, turned around, jumped up, leaned back, stretched out his body, and was about to hook the ball into the basket.

  This move, in the entire arena, apart from Guan Yu, no one else can pull it off.

  Ning Xiaoyi was also extremely good at basketball, she had played with the military team and her playing style was fierce and overbearing. She had already seen through Guan Yu's intentions and as he turned around to jump, she had already risen up, her long legs combined with her astonishing jumping ability making it seem like she could block his shot.

  Guan You hummed a low tone, unaware of the height of heaven and the thickness of earth. I leaned back and pulled the rod, stretching the space to such a great extent that you want to cover it again, do you really think you are Jordan?

  The ball hadn't even been served yet, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through Guan You's stomach. Ning Xiaocong's right knee, which had been perfectly straight and white just moments before, was now slightly bent, pressing directly into Guan You's abdomen. Both of them were still in mid-air, and this slight movement sent Guan You stumbling backward.

  What a wonderful pick-and-roll, Mu Shanshan has already broken away from Wen Chao and rushed over. Before falling to the ground, he lightly sent the ball with one hand, and the basketball slid through the straight line into Mu Shanshan's hands, who was rushing over.

  Mushan jumped up and shot the ball, which heavily hit the rim of the basket, then bounced high, fell down, but didn't go in.

  Wen Ze's position was just right, he jumped up and picked up the basketball, casually throwing it to Xu Yao's hands outside the three-point line, his body moved two steps to the left, forming a 30-degree angle with the basket, while Xu Yao simultaneously passed the ball back.

  Warm-up exercises, shooting hoops.

  One minute!

  Guan You got up from the ground and shouted at Lü Qinghua: "She's obstructing and fouling, why don't you blow the whistle?"

  Lü Qinghua was in a bad position just now and didn't see the small action between the two, and he was also somewhat dissatisfied: although it was agreed before that they would blow biased whistles, but that also requires actual movement, right? You fell to the ground without saying anything, and only shouted when Mu Shanshan's shot didn't go in, what kind of refereeing is this?

  Ning Xiaoyin hid her small movements extremely well, and Lü Qinghua also didn't believe that such a delicate girl would be so savage. She ignored Guan Yun and passed the ball to Wen Qian after dribbling it.

  Gu You's bloody spit, but can't do anything about it, Ning Xiaoyi is involved, Mu Shan can only close one eye and open the other, no way to investigate thoroughly, after all, it's still his own fault, such a ball doesn't even go in, damn!

  Wen Lie took a look at Ning Xiaocong, who was still icy cold. Earlier, he had closely followed Mu Shanshan and saw everything clearly. In his heart, he felt a chill. Judging people's character from their behavior, this little girl's character is seriously problematic!

  I recalled the last training session yesterday, Ning Xiaoying said: "Guan You is good at organizing, but personal strength is most important in bullfighting, he doesn't have a strong physique; Shi Chengcai has strength, but plays too individually, likes to show off his cleverness, Guan You may not be able to mobilize him; Mu Shanshan can execute Guan You's tactical requirements strictly, physically strong and capable of carrying the team, but the only problem is that his technique is rough. Our countermeasure is to physically attack Guan You, use cunning against Shi Chengcai, technically despise Mu Shanshan, in short: block Guan You and Shi Chengcai's offense, even if it takes three people defending them. Leave some space for Mu Shanshan, let him shoot, from a probabilistic point of view, our chances of winning are very high!"

  Today, Ning Xiaocong has a few points of potential for little fox spirit, her eyes follow her heart, and her warm eyes involuntarily floated towards the back of Ning Xiaocong's body. Hmm, where is the tail?

  The tight shorts outlined the girl's buttocks perfectly, as if there was a charming landscape between the two raised hills that made people linger. Ning Xiaoyi's figure is the best among all the girls Wen Jian has seen, surpassing Ji Su's softness and moderation, Xu Yao's slender and proportionate build, with her long legs, high posture, and golden ratio of perfect proportions, which can attract Wen Da's attention even more. The only shortcoming is...her personality...

  Ning Xiaoyin was thinking about how to operate this ball, when she suddenly felt something strange behind her. She looked back and saw Wen Chen glancing at her with a sly gaze. Her face turned cold and she stared back at him fiercely. Wen Chen smiled awkwardly and quickly moved the ball forward.

  This scene was seen in Mu Shan's eyes, and he felt a hint of sympathy for Gu Wenyan: Wenyan, the hat on your head might really be a bit green...

  The next two goals, the Wenqian team suffered consecutive losses. Shi Chengcai's strength was astonishing, and a single breakthrough run would leave the defense in shambles. Guan You responded with a clever strategy, and Mu Shanshan and Shi Chengcai alternated scoring goals. The score seesawed upwards, and the conflict between the two teams intensified. They couldn't use heavy tactics on the girls, so they used all sorts of small movements against Wenqian. Shi Chengcai elbowed, Mu Shanshan collided with the ball, Guan You pulled and hugged, and the referee was rendered ineffective. As long as it wasn't a kick to the groin or a chest bump, Lü Qinghua let it slide. Before long, ten minutes had passed, and the score was dramatically stuck at 10-10. Well, life is full of surprises. This was still a good result for the Wenqian team, considering they had caught their opponents off guard at the start. Otherwise, given the two teams' true strength, this score should have been widened.

  The last minute.

  Mu Shan was about to get the ball, and his impending victory made him a bit arrogant. Wen Chen stood in front of him, sneering: "If you're capable, let's have a one-on-one showdown for this ball!"

  Mushan burst out laughing: "You're scared! Although I knew it was a provocation, but I'm satisfied with you." After finishing speaking, he took the ball and started running without any technical movements, using his left shoulder to forcefully bump open Wen Qian, and rushed straight to the basket.

  Xu Yao and Ning Xiao Ying saw Mu Shan's fighting style, they didn't dare to block in front, adding that Shi Er's defense was related, so they could only put their hopes on Wen Qian's body, four big eyes stared over, at this moment, no one wanted to lose!

  Mu Shan's mouth curled up with a cruel smile, he had even thought of what tone to use when responding to Wen Qian's "Grandpa". As he approached the basket, he suddenly felt that this moment was not suitable for a dunk, it would be unfair to the thrill in his heart. He is 1.78 meters tall and has practiced dunks before, but the success rate is not high, and if he's not careful, he might easily hurt himself. But at this moment, a strong self-confidence filled his chest, accelerating, taking off, jumping up, and hugging the ball with both hands.

  Awesome!

  A hand suddenly appeared in front of the basket, lightly waving, but with a heavy blow that hit the ball skin, Mu Shanshan only felt a loud noise in his ears, and then the basketball quickly enlarged in front of him, his nose bridge hurt sharply, and his body fell backward.

  The other four people in the field saw it differently, Wen Qiang suddenly accelerated behind Mu Shanshan, and his body moved to the front like a ghost, Mu Shanshan jumped up with one step at the basket, and Wen Qiang had already jumped up, heavily slapping the ball and person back together.

  Everyone is a little dazed, is this the NBA? Although Mou Shanshan's dunk success rate is not great, his movement aesthetics are not great, and his height is actually not great either. But in high school, having someone who can dunk and dare to dunk is already a rare existence. But now there's actually someone who has covered his hat, especially since this person's height is not even as tall as Mou Shanshan.

  He chased down the ball that had fallen to the ground without any hesitation, and brought it back with a three-pointer from beyond the three-point line. Then, he calmly walked back to Mu Shanshan, who was still lying on the ground in a daze, knelt down, lifted his hips, leaned back, raised his hand, and shot the ball.

  A perfect action, just like a textbook, the ball slides over the arc and falls into the net, without any suspense!

  This ball may not be able to match the stunning blow of Jordan in 1998, but the contempt and insult it represents will remain unmatched for a long time.

  The scene is frozen in the memory of a moment, the tall and majestic new generation of Little Emperor, Mu Shan, the main instigator of the event, lying on the cold ground with blood all over his face. His teammates stood stupidly on either side, while the two beautiful young girls were undoubtedly the most beautiful strokes in the painting. The surrounding crowd was quiet, a black boy casually threw the ball into the basket, and after falling from the net, it hit the ground vertically, also heavily hitting the faces of all those who thought they were strong.

  Mu Shan sat up, wiping away the blood from his nose. His already wild face became even more ferocious, but Wen Chen squatted down beside him, her clear eyes showing no fluctuation. A smile hung on her face, but her words were extremely biting: "Grandson, I won! Call me Grandpa!"

  (Third update, eating mooncakes with tears streaming down my face, 9,600 words today, brothers give me some motivation...)