Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"not good."

Yang Mingxuan's reaction was also very fast, subconsciously protecting the ball, but it was still a bit slower, feeling that his palm was empty and the ball was cut.

Zhuang Yu's speed is too fast!

Looking at Zhuang Yu who controlled the ball, Yang Mingxuan showed a wry smile: "I still underestimated you, you boy is not kind, remove my stool."

Zhuang Yu curled his lips: "Is it kind of you to play with your back?"

Yang Mingxuan was speechless.

......

The ball returned to Zhuang Yu.

This was the last attack, and Yang Mingxuan defended it very seriously.

"It's really good defense." Zhuang Yu's heart is solemn, but his eyes are bright, "But, I will definitely score this goal."

The next moment, Zhuang Yu broke through to the left, very fast, and stopped suddenly after two steps, holding the basketball with one hand and lifting it up.

"Hmph." Yang Mingxuan pouted.

This is a fake move, and I will not jump easily.

However, his expression changed the next moment, remembering the scene where Zhuang Yu was catching the ball with one hand and shooting the ball with one hand, he cried out "not good" in his heart.

Sure enough, Zhuang Yu was not a fake move. He raised the ball with one hand and suddenly flicked his wrist, throwing the ball out in a way that was unexpected.

This......

Yang Mingxuan was helpless.

Ordinary people, who would shoot like this, and it wasn't a hook close to the basket. He didn't expect it at all, and just subconsciously turned his head to look at the basket.

I saw the basketball crossing a high parabola, and finally pierced through the net with a "swish", stirring up a piece of net flower.

The score was 10:9.

This one-on-one match is over.

"Your trick is really..."

Yang Mingxuan was a little depressed. He really didn't expect the ball in the end, but if he loses, he loses. He shook his head and said generously: "You won."

Zhuang Yu said sincerely: "You are also very strong. I can see that you didn't give your best before, or I might be the one who lost."

In the beginning, neither of them tried their best, and they were testing their opponents. When they gradually became serious, they both felt the strength of their opponents.

The two clapped hands and laughed.

It was the first time they met today, but the two hit it off indescribably.

......

The September sun was still a bit harsh, but fortunately, there were two banyan trees on the sidelines, casting a shade, and occasionally there would be leaves fluttering and falling on the court.

Two teenagers sat in the shade.

"Give."

Zhuang Yu handed Yang Mingxuan a bottle of water, and then took out a bottle himself. He planned to stay here all afternoon, so he brought two bottles of water.

"Thank you." Yang Mingxuan was not polite, took a few sips, and said, "You seem to be younger than me, did you just enter high school this year?"

Zhuang Yu nodded.

He was only 16 years old this year, and Yang Mingxuan seemed to be more mature than himself, probably a sophomore or senior in high school.

Seeing that Zhuang Yu just nodded and didn't talk much, Yang Mingxuan didn't care.

Although he has only met him for a short time, he has already seen that Zhuang Yu is not difficult to get along with, but he is not the kind of person who talks a lot and knows each other well.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was time to remind him: "It's amazing that you can have such a strong strength in the first year of high school. But I think that although you play very spiritually, many of your moves are a bit too imaginative. One-on-one It’s okay to pick, but it might be too fancy in an official game.”

Zhuang Yu was a little unconvinced, and said in a muffled voice: "I haven't played a formal game. Anyway, I just watch the video to learn, practice alone, play alone, it doesn't matter."

what?

Yang Mingxuan looked Zhuang Yu up and down, and couldn't believe it: "You mean you have never played a game, nor received formal training, but just watched videos and practiced by yourself?"

Zhuang Yu looked at Yang Mingxuan, not understanding why he was so surprised, and said, "Is this strange?"

Isn't that strange?

Yang Mingxuan didn't even know what to say,

He didn't have any formal training, didn't play a game, and he could reach such a level by self-study. This kid still looks like it's a matter of course.

"I know what a genius is." Yang Mingxuan was in a complicated mood. He was also called a genius, but when compared with Zhuang Yu, the gap appeared.

Whoever says I'm a genius in the future, who am I so anxious about!

Afterwards, the two chatted a little more.

Zhuang Yu learned that Yang Mingxuan was from the north, but his mother was from the south. This time, because his grandfather was seriously ill, he asked for leave to accompany his parents to visit him.

Yang Mingxuan's grandfather was hospitalized in the No. [-] Hospital. Yang Mingxuan was bored by himself, so he happened to find the old stadium near the No. [-] Hospital, so he came here.

"My grandfather's condition is stable for the time being, and I'm going back to the north in a few days." Yang Mingxuan suddenly said earnestly: "Zhuang Yu, although we just met today, I still suggest that you join the school basketball team and play more games .You are freshman this year, so you can play in the high school league."

"You have such a talent, it shouldn't be buried."

"Basketball is not a one-person sport."

Zhuang Yu could hear from the words that this was a kind reminder. The two hadn't known each other for a long time. Yang Mingxuan was able to say this to him, which surprised him and moved him a little.

However, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Yang Mingxuan smiled and didn't say any more.

He can understand, after all, Zhuang Yu has always practiced and played alone, has never played a game, and does not know the joy of Chipin's arena.

......

After resting for a while, the two returned to the court and discussed basketball.

Time passed quickly, and before you knew it, it was already evening.

"It's already seven o'clock." Zhuang Yu checked the time, "I have to go, and I have to study by myself in the evening. Nice to meet you, Yang Mingxuan."

"It's nice to meet you too." Yang Mingxuan smiled, "By the way, are you free next Friday? I'll take you to a good place."

"Where?"

"You'll know then."

Yang Mingxuan looked mysterious.

Zhuang Yu didn't ask any more questions, and made an appointment with Yang Mingxuan to meet here next Friday, then waved his hand and rode away on his bicycle.

......

By the time Zhuang Yu returned to school, it was already dark.

From the school gate to the teaching building, you need to pass through the sports field, and there are several basketball courts lined up on the side near the road.

At this time, there was no one in the stadium, and they all went to self-study at night.

"Basketball is not a sport for one person..."

Zhuang Yu was still thinking about what Yang Mingxuan said in the afternoon.

Suddenly, I kicked a basketball under my feet, and I don't know who dropped it. The outer skin has been severely worn, and it is probably too old and no one wants it.

Zhuang Yu subconsciously bent down and grabbed the basketball. For some reason, there was an urge to dunk in his chest.He took a few steps forward, then accelerated abruptly, bent his knees, and jumped up. He seemed to be flying. He grabbed the basketball with his right hand and dunked it towards the hoop.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the basketball was smashed into the basket.

Zhuang Yu landed on the ground, exhaled, feeling comfortable all over, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but then he heard a "click".When I looked up, I saw that the backboard of the tempered glass was cracked, the crack spread rapidly, and then crashed into pieces.

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