Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 172 Can Feel the Heartbeat Again (40 Word Commemoration)

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"The competition between Workshop [-] and Workshop [-] starts now!"

On the factory basketball court, the game is going on.

He Yu really didn't want to come, he really didn't want to lose face by coming.

Let him play basketball, it is really an international joke.

In the internal training a few days ago, he was caught and dragged onto the court, just like a child, running around with the ball.

Without any foundation at all, he is a basketball idiot.

However, he finally understands what is "twice" and what is "walking"...

Fortunately, he didn't have to play, he wore his jersey inside and a jacket.

He just squatted on the sidelines and led a group of little girls to be the leader of the cheerleaders.

No way, who told him to have a loud voice!
"Second workshop, come on!"

"Second workshop, stand up!"

Unknowingly, he was immersed in the pleasure brought by this kind of sports competition.

A sports heart that never admits defeat, at this moment, is also beating from time to time, eager to try...

"Captain, let me go!"

Zhu Biaowei, who was called by He Yu, was sweating profusely and said:

"Brother, rest.

Now the score is seesawing, at your level, I really dare not let you go..."

"Damn it! Didn't you say I'm Yingmu Huadao?" He Yu smiled faintly, angry but not powerful.

"Then, you really believe it..."

As Zhu Biaowei said, he ignored He Yu and was preparing to warm up and go on stage.

He felt a little guilty...

The day before yesterday, when He Yu was training, that chic three-step layup walk made them unforgettable...

Just like that, holding the ball in a daze, striding all the way.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Four five six seven steps...

I really didn't laugh people to death...

He Yu was speechless, full of male blood, and was forced to throw himself on the street.

And the little girl on the other side, with red eyes, muttered to herself:

"You lied to me and said no!
Isn't it, clamoring to go up?
If you don't like it, just tell me...

snort!Man, not a single good thing! "

The game continued, He Yu's team was stronger, and slowly opened up the score.

With more than 10 minutes left in the second half, the score difference has already been crushed to 20 points.

According to the practice of basketball games, the remaining time is usually called "garbage time".

At this time, the main force of the second workshop began to come down to rest.

Several substitute players are on the wheel...

"Da Yu, go up!
You play inside and grab rebounds, right?
Once you get it, pass it on outside.

Just remember, don't chase the ball, stare at people! "

With Zhu Biaowei's shout, He Yu seemed to hear the sound of nature.

In an instant, the limbs are strong, and the combat power is burning!
Standing up, he took off his coat freely, revealing the blue jersey inside.

It is engraved with two golden Arabic numerals:

22!

Then on the sidelines, doing warm-up exercises, chest expansion, leg press...

He Yu's series of coquettish operations attracted the attention of all the women around him.

Suddenly, there was a lot of exclamation...

Then, with a lot of peach blossoms on her face, she began to step into the arena.

When he reached the sideline, he bent down, lightly touched the plastic floor with his right hand, and then put his hand on his left chest.

Looking up, looking at the blue-black sky that I haven't seen for a long time...

"I can feel my heart beating again..."

Although this is not a lawn, not a football field, not a regular game.

However, this is a kind of belief, a kind of supreme longing.

"Da Yu, don't cut the silk!
Follow up!Go talk to someone, stupid! "

Zhu Biaowei couldn't stand it any longer, and roared in thick lame words.

He Yu felt embarrassed, smiled lightly, and ran...

"Da Yu, come on!"

Although the female audience on the sidelines all exerted their milking strength and shouted at He Yu.

But he, like a headless chicken, ran back and forth on the field stupidly.

There is no sense of existence...

Suddenly, the opportunity came!

When He Yu was attacking, he ran to the opponent's basket, waved his arms, and blocked a big gap.

His teammates are very face-saving and pass the ball directly to him!
He Yu received the ball, clasped his hands tightly, and turned his back to the two people behind him.

Push back and lift your hands up!

Jump up, half turn in the air...

Eyes found the basket!
Throwing the ball fiercely with both hands...

The audience was suffocated...

Because, I didn't hear the sound of the basketball hitting the board, or the iron hitting the basket.

But...

Directly over the backboard high, from above, thrown out...

Yes, it was thrown out!
"I'll go! Dayu's strength is really great.

This ball is really funny..."

As Zhu Biaowei said, the others also laughed together.

Then, the whole stadium erupted in laughter...

He Yu was embarrassed, blushed and felt ashamed.

A burst of sparse laughter passed, and the game continued.

Due to the score gap, their team continued to let He Yu stay on the field.

"The comedy effect is quite good, much better than the boring garbage time."

This is the opinion of Zhang Yijie on the sidelines. He smiled and took the lead in shouting loudly again:

"Da Yu, come on!"

He Yu is already a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, so he simply relaxes even more, and runs along with the marking opponent...

It doesn't matter to him whether he makes a fool of himself or not, after all, not everyone can be proficient in everything.

However, because basketball has a lot of contact with his hands, he can clearly feel that his hands are no longer as uncomfortable as before, and are much more comfortable.

again!
He Yu squeezed into the opponent's three-second zone, and his teammate made a three-point jumper.

The ball hit the rim and missed.

about to pop off...

He Yu suddenly jumped up, crushing a person beside him, raising his hands high and high...

The rebound was grabbed by him!

All the cheers from the sidelines!

Because he jumps very high...

Hold the ball in both hands and land.

He didn't know what to do...

Pass, or shoot?

No time for him to think, just be decisive!
"If you make a fool of yourself, make a fool of yourself, I will go to TM fate!"

With a roar, he landed on both feet and jumped up again!

Under the interference of one person, he threw the ball casually...

The ball was thrown up and hit the backboard...

Falling on the hoop, jumping up again...

All the eyes of the audience were fixed on this place, because they were waiting for a miracle.

However, with the basketball bouncing up and down, I don't know if it will be a miracle or a joke...

The ball is in the hoop...

a bit……

twice...

Three hits, into the basket!
The audience was boiling, everyone was clapping their hands and shouting hello!
He Yu hesitated for two seconds, then realized that he entered.

He got in?
He's in!
He started running toward his own half, not clapping with the oncoming teammates.

Instead, he habitually raised his head and stared at the still blue-black sky, making movements.

Looking up at the sky, pointing to the sky with both hands...

(End of this chapter)