Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

Ye Wenwei moved sideways immediately, he was already prepared, so he sealed Zhuang Yu's right hand because Zhuang Yu's left hand was injured.

So this move was very timely, as soon as he saw Zhuang Yu moving, he moved to the left, blocked the position first, and stared at Zhuang Yu coldly: "You should go to the left instead."

As a result, Zhuang Yu changed direction at the next moment, and slapped the ball to the left with his right hand. The basketball bounced off the floor and fell into his left hand, while leaning his body to the left.

what?

Marven Ye was numb.

Nima, if I say go to the left, do you go to the left?No, didn't you hurt your left hand, and you still protruded to the left?

For a while he didn't know what to do.

When he reacted, he immediately moved to the right and turned sideways quickly, but he couldn't do it if he wanted to get stuck in advance, so he could only defend sideways.

However, Zhuang Yu immediately changed direction again, his face was wrinkled together, and he gritted his teeth secretly. There was severe pain in his left arm, but he still couldn't use his strength.

The change of direction just now is actually to confuse the opponent, and the left hand can only move this way, and there will be problems if it is too much. If the hand is not strong enough, it will be difficult to control the ball well, let alone continue to break through to the left.So he immediately changed direction again, switching the ball to his right hand.

"Made, you've been fooled." Ye Wenwei cursed secretly, his eyes were red.

It's all this time, there are only a few seconds left, you are still lying to me, you are so fucking stupid, despicable and shameless.

In fact, Xie Yiming had already rushed forward at this time.

Seeing that Ye Wenwei was about to be passed by, he rushed forward immediately. When Zhuang Yu controlled the basketball with his right hand, Xie Yiming was already in front of Zhuang Yu. He raised one hand and put the other on his body, bending over, Stand by.

In addition, Tao Fang stood under the basket, ready to wait.

Seeing the situation, Zhuang Yu pulled the ball back and took a quick step back.Xie Yiming also moved forward immediately, raising one hand, covering Zhuang Yu all the time.

"There's not enough time." Zhuang Yu was actually very anxious. He couldn't complete many movements with one hand, and it was difficult to completely get rid of the defense after all.And the game time is running out quickly, there are only three seconds left, and it is necessary to force a shot.

After retreating, Zhuang Yu immediately raised the ball, Xie Yiming was about to jump up to block the shot, but saw a fierce figure rushing towards him.

It was Ye Wenwei.

"Don't foul." Xie Yiming yelled quickly, scolding his mother in his heart, I'm so defensive, why are you here?

Well, come here as long as you come, but don't jump, you are not afraid of being fouled by others, and you go to the free throw line to make a free throw?

If Zhuang Yu is allowed to shoot like this, he may not be able to make it if his left hand is injured, not to mention there are defenders interfering.

But if he is allowed to go to the free throw line to execute two free throws, he might really be able to tie the score.

"Don't jump."

"Cao, what is this guy doing?"

Not only Xie Yiming, Jiao Ziyi, Tao Fang, but also the coach of Wenshi Middle School on the sidelines, all wanted to scold their mothers at this moment.

Are you making trouble?

In fact, Ye Wenwei regretted it when he jumped up.

But at that moment just now, he didn't think too much about it, he just thought that Zhuang Yu was too hateful a bastard, he couldn't let him take it easily, and when he jumped up, he found that Zhuang Yu hadn't jumped yet.

Zhuang Yu's eyes lit up, how could he let go of this opportunity?

He immediately jumped up and leaned on Ye Wenwei. Because Ye Wenwei threw himself very fiercely, instead of jumping vertically, he jumped forward, so Zhuang Yu didn't need to jump forward at all, and he could naturally find physical contact by just jumping up like this.

beep!

The referee blows his whistle.

In this case, as long as there is physical contact, it is a foul, not to mention that Ye Wenwei has obviously thrown himself on Zhuang Yu's body, violating the cylinder obviously.

Seeing the two colliding in the air, Zhuang Yu's body was also tilted. Ye Wenwei felt annoyed but also a little thankful. Fortunately, Zhuang Yu's left hand was injured, and he lost his balance. It is impossible to throw it in with one hand, right?

That's all luck, the probability is extremely low.

However, Ye Wenwei didn't know that Zhuang Yu could actually shoot with one hand.

Although it's not a conventional weapon, and he can't use it often, he does, and even now takes a few one-handed shots before going to the old stadium for practice.

"Phew, getting to the free-throw line isn't bad either."

"There can still be a foul at the last moment. Aragon Stone Middle School is sending warmth. Do you think it's too boring to end like this? Overtime must be played."

"Damn, so what about the foul, he may not be able to make a penalty..."

"Hey, what is Ye Wenwei doing now? I'm too impulsive. I fouled at almost the last second. Isn't this a disease of the brain?"

In the audience, people have different thoughts.

Some people were happy, some were speechless, some shook their heads, some cursed secretly, and some were full of energy and wanted to watch overtime...

However, no one expected that this goal might still be scored.

I saw that Zhuang Yu was out of balance, but his right hand was very stable. His palm was large, and he could easily grasp the basketball with one hand without the assistance of his left hand. Just like this, he flicked his wrist when he lost his balance, and threw the ball with one hand.

Of course, no one thinks that the ball will be scored, because it is almost impossible, and it is difficult to hit it under normal circumstances, let alone when the opponent fouls and has already thrown it on the body.

However, the basketball crossed a high arc, and finally went straight to the basket.

"Fuck..."

"No way?"

People's eyes widened in disbelief.

The next moment, with a swipe, the basketball pierced through the net.

At the same time, the timer lights up and the number on it becomes zero.

For a while, people were dumbfounded.

"This can also enter, what the hell should I say?"

"How does this count? Does it count as the buzzer? By the way, it seems that a foul was called. Damn, it can't be 2+1?"

"Nimma, it can still be like this, it can still be like this..."

People were all dumbfounded and a little incoherent. Who would have expected this to happen, and the 2+1 at the last second all appeared.

Several players from Wenshi Middle School were also dumbfounded.

Ye Wenwei was even more ashamed. Just now he thought that the foul would be two free throws and overtime at most, but he didn't expect it to be 2+1.

No, it's timed out, this ball must be timed out.

Ye Wenwei seemed to have grasped at straws, and ran to the referee, protesting that the ball was invalid and must have timed out.

The referee was very cautious, checked the replay immediately, and told Ye Wenwei clearly that the ball did not time out, and there was even 0.7 seconds left when the ball was hit.

is a good shot.

"I... I didn't foul, I protested." Ye Wenwei shouted.

"Xiaoye." Jiao Ziyi grabbed Ye Wenwei and shook his head at him. What's the use of protesting that there was no foul?

What's more, it was indeed a foul.

At the same time, a group of players on the sidelines of Wenshi Middle School's bench, including the coach, also looked depressed, looking at Ye Wenwei in the wrong way.

......

With the replay of the video, naturally there is no misjudgment, and there is nothing controversial, not to mention that the referee is very strict and even left 0.7 seconds for Wenshi Middle School.

Watching Zhuang Yu stand on the free throw line, everyone's heart was raised. The students of Wenshi Middle School shouted loudly, trying to disturb Zhuang Yu.

As long as the penalty is missed, there is still a chance.

"It's okay, he won't make a penalty, his left hand is injured." Ye Wenwei comforted himself.

brush!

However, at the next moment, Zhuang Yu made a one-handed free throw. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball flew out of his hand and pierced through the net precisely.

It is difficult to guarantee one-handed shooting percentage during the game, but his one-handed shooting percentage is still acceptable for free throws.

Moreover, Zhuang Yu's psychological quality is very good.

The screams and even the abuse around him had no effect on him, and he didn't try to use his left hand to assist, which might affect the free throw. There was no need for that, so he just made a free throw with one hand and hit it steadily.

2+1 was scored, and the score became 70:69.

Jiangning No. 0.7 Middle School went over the score for the first time, and with only [-] seconds left in the game, this free throw has almost sentenced Wenshi Middle School to death.

What, 0.7 seconds lore?

Sorry, it's not the nba, and Aragonite is not suspended.