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Chapter 133 Normal Shooting Is Impossible
A team member next to him, a red-haired boy of average height but still looking quite vigorous, picked up the ball and wanted to throw it to Meng Fan. After thinking about it, he walked over and handed it to him, like handing over a baby. Be careful and solemn, for fear that the iron tower man will not catch him again.

After handing over the basketball, the red-headed brother felt sad again, the animation department is too weak!
It's not that Meng Fan is weak, and it's not that he is complaining that senior Aning is treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but that the whole team is not a good horse.

Like him, it’s true that he loves to play basketball, but he has a good sense of self-awareness. In normal times, let alone outside, even on the basketball court of the Academy of Fine Arts, he can only get his turn when there are numbers. Passers-by can't get along.

Originally, he was very excited to be drawn into the basketball team by senior Aning. He specially dyed his beautiful hair into cherry wood red.

No wonder Senior Aning said that he would definitely be able to play the main guard. That's right, the whole team doesn't even have a substitute!
Finally, I heard that another person came, and he was the famous iron tower man in the academy. He was a good hardware for the school team to go up just because of his size and height, and his shooting was very good. This is another big hardware!

Looking at it now, hehe, the hardware should be hard enough, but it is too short.

The short board is too short to even catch the ball!

Let's hope the shot is right.

"Thank you."

Meng Fan took the basketball, patted it with his hand, weighed it, and pressed it. He can be sure that this basketball is different from basketball played by a shooting machine. It is lighter in weight and more powerful...

Familiar with the nature of the ball... Meng Fan remembered the little frontman that day, and quickly stopped the familiar work, for fear that someone here would come up with an idiom that blocked skr people.

Sigh.

Meng Fan patted the ball on the ground, and caught it this time when it bounced. He patted it again and found that the basketball looked disobedient, so he quickly grabbed it. He took the basketball and went to the basketball hoop. Throw a basketball toward the hoop in the manner of a shooting machine.

Anyone who has played the shooting machine knows that in order to make a quicker shot, the ball is usually caught and sent directly to the basket. The position of the shot is basically on the chest.Normal shooting is not in a hurry, and in order to prevent being blocked, the shooting position is above the head.

Standing near the free throw line, Meng Fan's shot this time was of course his habitual chest position. From the looks of it, the action must be non-standard and a bit obscene.

when.

The basketball hit the inside of the hoop and bounced out.

Although it didn't make the shot, the basketball players on the side didn't show any disappointment. At least they shot the inside of the basket and bounced out. It was indeed accurate.

The red-haired brother trotted over to pick up the ball and gave it to Meng Fan: "It's definitely not good to touch, let's get another one."

"okay."

Meng Fan really didn't miss the first shot on purpose, but he is still not very familiar with basketball and the basket.

Another shot, this time, still hit the inside of the basket, but instead of lobbing out, it went in.

This basketball is more airy than the basketball of the shooting machine. Meng Fan was not used to it just now, but this time he suppressed it.

"Shredded coconut!"

The red-headed boy clenched his fist and pulled it on his chest, quite passionately.

The people around also cheered, this enthusiasm made Meng Fan a little embarrassed.

The red-headed brother ran over to pick up the ball again, and another player next to him gave the ball in his hand to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan changed his position and made the shot.

brush.

This time it didn't touch anything except the net, including the rim and the backboard.

English is called Clean-shot, commonly known as the basket hollow.

Brush, brush, brush.

Next, several players took the ball to Meng Fan one by one, and Meng Fan also changed positions and angles one by one to shoot. There were more than a dozen shots before and after, including four shots from beyond the three-point line, except for one of which was deliberately missed by Meng Fan. Suppress the one that was ejected and a three non-stick that is really not intentionally weaker, the rest are all in, and more than half of them are hollow.

"Master!"

After confirming that Meng Fan could actually bring the accuracy of the shooting machine to the court, the excited Senior Aning began to ask the players to go up and try to defend Meng Fan.

The first one to defend was the red-headed brother.

The red-headed brother came up to take a defensive stance, thought for a while, and said again: "Brother Tie, let's talk first. I'll defend you on the spot, and you'd better shoot on the spot. Let's not touch anyone."

Meng Fan nodded helplessly. The iron that the red-headed boy was talking about was probably the iron of the golden cudgel. He would die if he held it a little, and he would die if he knocked it a little.

The red-headed boy is 1.7 meters [-] tall. Standing in front of Meng Fan, he is much shorter. He opened his posture and opened his hands. When he saw Meng Fan was about to throw the ball, he jumped up and reached for the basketball.

Meng Fan didn't have that many skills to dodge. He just relied on his height and length to throw the ball. When the ball hit the inside of the basket, it went in.

Senior Aning saw him, and shouted at the red-headed boy, "What are you doing standing so far away? Press up!"

"I'm afraid."

The red-headed brother said something weakly, but he still pressed forward a little bit, trying to keep a distance of [-] centimeters between his feet, as for being close to the body or something, forget it.

This time, Meng Fan felt some pressure. He had never played basketball before, so he really didn't know how to shoot when someone was defending him.

The basketball is higher than the top of the head. Meng Fan is not proficient in this posture, and the speed of his shots seems to be much slower.

The red-headed boy has played basketball for so many years, his level is not high, but he still has some experience after all. He spotted the opportunity for Meng Fan to make a shot, jumped up suddenly, and his hand hit the basketball and changed its movement. Direction, this block is considered a success.

"Hey, I'm okay."

The red-headed brother suddenly trembled.

"Iron Tower seniors, come on!"

Just after Meng Fan was capped and came back with the ball, the basketball court became brighter. The four cute girls were wearing neon manga-style cheerleader uniforms.

This costume, Meng Fan could tell at a glance that it was the same style of cheerleader uniform in the anime "Cardcaptor Sakura CLEAR-CARD"!
So, they ran away suddenly just now to change into cheerleader uniforms?
After changing the clothes, the address was also changed directly, and the details were always in place.

After Meng Fan was hated, there was such a voice of cheering, Meng Fan was quite encouraged and motivated.

After taking the basketball, Meng Fan didn't take another shot hastily, but began to think about it.

My own shooting posture is not standard. If I want to practice to the standard and be able to deal with defense, I will definitely not be able to do it in a short time.

Therefore, I can give up the normal shooting method directly.

Meng Fan turned sideways to face the red-headed brother, stretched out his left hand to stop the red-headed brother so that he could not touch the basketball on his right hand, then held the basketball in his right hand and pushed it, throwing the basketball like a shot put.

brush.

The ball is in.

"That's okay too?"

The red-headed boy was a little confused.

The four cheerleaders waved their hand flowers and cheered.

Six minutes later, Senior Aning suddenly shouted: "Don't vote, don't vote!"

(End of this chapter)