All-round mathematician

Chapter 55

"Come on in the real..., come on in the real..."

No. 14 is very popular. He only holds the ball, his arms are drooping, and when he crosses the center line, his right hand deliberately rotates 360 degrees, and the basketball remains motionless in his palm.

"Awesome."

"Damn Fuzhong, go ahead."

A group of high school players stopped their movements to see if he should stop him as he slowly approached.

No. 14 walks slowly and steadily, with a gentle and handsome face, without any murderous look.The three-point line is about to be reached. This is the bottom line. If you take another step, the middle school players will definitely defend, and seven or eight people will go up together. It depends on how arrogant you are.

The smart number 14 knows that he can't delay any longer, his behavior is to use psychology, and everyone is friendly on the surface.

Take off vertically three-pointer, the movement is standard, the person jumps into a straight line, and at the highest point, sends the ball out with a perfect arc.

According to the feel and no one is defending, the ball must be scored.He smiled confidently and nodded to the female coach.

"brush."

Hollow into the net.

"Ah, Chen Zhihong is so handsome." The girl screamed loudly.

On the 14th, Chen Zhihong waved again triumphantly. The players behind him cooperated and sent another basketball. He followed the same pattern and scored two goals again.

Three consecutive three-pointers with perfect moves really boosted morale.

"Come on in the real..., come on in the real..."

He Feng was very depressed. In order to show his dignity, he deliberately didn't defend. Before the ball went into the basket, he was absolutely sure to hit the ball flying.

Xie Hailin yelled, it was completely stealing chicken.

Yuan Wenbo, who was under the basket, suddenly laughed loudly, pointing at the opponent's No. 14: "You're a slut, better than shooting?"

The middle school players were taken aback for a moment, then understood, and then laughed.

"Are they crazy?"

"What's so funny, come if you have the ability."

The opponent's players were full of ugly behaviors, but the audience was inexplicable.Not to mention them, from the coaches to the players, they are all confused.

The members of the attached middle school laughed for a while and looked at Yang Fan at the same time.

The audience was shocked: "There is a problem, we are going to fight back, he was the one who directed it just now."

A ball rolled to his feet, Yang Fan bent down to pick it up and hugged it with both hands.

9.8 meters away from the net, the weight of the ball is 632 grams, the circumference is 76 cm, and the distance from the basket to the ground is 3.05 meters.

Option 2.54, the highest point of the jump is 42 meters, at an angle of 75, with [-] cattle to release...

Plan 2.32, at 37 meters, force 67 N at an angle of [-] degrees...

Option 15, stay still, put one hand 35 cm above your head, at an angle of [-] degrees...

The pre-judgment and data started at the same time, Yang Fan smiled lightly, staring at more than 1000 pairs of eyes, he didn't make any extra movements at all, just threw it away.

"What do you mean, that's okay?"

"If I can score, I'll eat the ball."

"Another alley-oop?"

The audience is not a fool either, the basket over there is nearly ten meters, the angle is close to zero, there is no take-off, and the strength is lacking.The action is not standard, and the angle deviation is large.

The basketball flew through the air and sank when it reached the highest point. Everyone's eyes were wide open: "No way, that landing point seems to be very close to the Nets."

"brush."

Hollow into the net, breaking the illusion of all audiences.

The basketball bounced to the floor with a crackling sound, as if hitting someone psychologically.

Countless viewers stood up: "Impossible."

Ten meters away, if you can make a shot easily, then what's the point of a basketball game, unless there are three people defending closely, and there is no chance for him to touch the ball.

"So lucky."

"Come again if you have the ability, it's just luck."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Fan was seen grabbing another basketball.

Everyone's hearts sank suddenly.

One time can still be called luck, if the second time, then...

There was silence in the gymnasium, and everyone stared at the hand.

"Swipe." Hollow into the net again.

With a crisp voice, the audience who were standing just now sat down weakly as if they had been slapped in the face.

His eyes were glazed, and his grief and indignation were inexplicable.

"Why is it so, MBA is also impossible?"

"It's over."

"Who told me he was the mascot?"

The audience talked a lot, stunned, and had to accept the fact that he was sure of his shot, otherwise he wouldn't try it a second time.

Applause sounded from a corner, and the female coach smiled and took the lead in applauding.Clap, clap, clapping loudly, this is the kindness that should be shown in real life.

"Okay, good shot."

"awesome."

"Brilliant goal never seen before."

They are reluctant, they are aggrieved, but there must be no lack of key etiquette.

"Didn't you say that he is a substitute coach? The coach can also play?"

"With such a tender face, he must be a student."

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere."

Chen Zhihong, No. 14 in Shizhong, stood on the court with cold hands and feet. He had practiced for several years for the three-pointer, but seeing the opponent's random movements, was his persistence meaningful?

The audience can still accept it with a smile on their faces. In reality, the player's psychology is sad: "This is a kind of deterrence. If he doesn't play, he will never be considered a win."

The referee blew his whistle to remind the game to start immediately.

When the players came back, Yang Fan mentioned a few words to boost morale, but he didn't care about it when he got on the court, and then he took out his math book and looked down to check his progress.

Players play.

The high school players were in high spirits, all of them glowing red, but looking at the other side, their heads were downcast and their morale was low: "It doesn't matter how big the advantage is before that guy plays."

"Uh-huh." The female coach coughed loudly. The players looked over and saw her kick forward with her black high-heeled shoes.

The players squatted neatly, with their arms obliquely blocked.Just such a distraction of energy can restore some morale.

scrimmage.The game officially begins.

He Feng grinned grinningly and glared at the opponent's center forward. He had a height advantage, and he was four centimeters short.Coach Yang said, it's okay to scare high school students with your own image.

With a fierce look in his eyes, the opponent froze unnaturally for a moment. With a good chance, He Feng jumped up and slapped the ball in the direction of his teammate.

Xie Hailin received the ball. With his comprehensive skills, his silhouette evaded the defender in a flash. The road ahead was smooth. He entered the penalty area in three or two steps. The basketball dropped his hand and bounced on the backboard, hitting the net.

In less than ten seconds, the first goal is valid.

If Yang Fan gave them a heavy blow, this goal broke their fantasy even more.

"0: 2."

"Come on in the real..., come on in the real...." The audience clamored, and the scene was ugly.

The female coach's beautiful eyes were cold, and her arms were pinched with crossed hands, and her arms hurt, so wait.

After three rounds of passing, the ball went to the No. 20 hand.Looking around, the attached middle school has a 2-1-2 formation, and the defense line in the penalty area is complete, so attack from outside the line.

No. 14 runs, the signal is clear, No. 20 makes a fake move, and the ball is passed to No. 14 teammate.

The short figure of Zhang Jiafan in the attached middle school suddenly appeared, quickly blocked it, held the basketball firmly with a hook of his arm, leaned against No. 20, turned around, and broke through the defense line.

He's a point guard with excellent dribbling skills, and when he's outside the three-point line, players are already on both sides.With a smart wrist flip, the ball goes to Lu Zhiming.

Lu Zhiming happened to be in neutral, layup in three steps, and the ball scored.

"0: 4."

"Really, come on."

"What are you doing, will you fight?"

After being hit continuously at the beginning, the audience has long been impatient.

The female coach could no longer remain calm, her arms waving.

"Stop it actually."

Less than 2 minutes after the start, Shizhong called a stop, and the viewers talked a lot.

(End of this chapter)