Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

"court death."

Mu Yang growled lowly, raised his arms high, covering the sky and the sun.

I saw the two flying into the air, Mu Yang was 205 centimeters tall, more than [-] centimeters taller than Zhuang Yu. At this moment, his arms were raised, completely blocking Zhuang Yu's shooting space, and he couldn't even see the basket.

"It's over."

"This ball Zhuang Yu is too impulsive. The height gap is too big, it's impossible to play, hey..."

"Fuck him, Mu Yang fuck him."

In the auditorium, the students of No. [-] Middle School sighed secretly, feeling that Zhuang Yu's ball was a little irrational, and it was definitely not a good choice to force Mu Yang, they should pass the ball.

The students of the tenth middle school stared at Zhuang Yu with glowing eyes, hoping that Mu Yang would give him a big hat to dampen his spirit.

Let you know how powerful it is.

Even on the bench of No. [-] Middle School, An Xin and the bench players couldn't help frowning, only Yang Guohui showed a thoughtful expression.

......

On the field.

Zhuang Yu's body flew into the air, but he didn't have room to shoot at all. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, he didn't shoot immediately, but curled up his body, and miraculously stopped in the air.

"what?"

"This......"

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

What is the situation, is time stopped, or is space frozen?How could this be possible? It's unbelievable.

Mu Yang was also stunned.

He himself was falling, but Zhuang Yu was still in the air. This kind of scene made him feel horrified. What about gravity? What about old man Newton?

When Mu Yang fell for a while, Zhuang Yu's body stretched out. In fact, he was also falling, but much slower than Mu Yang, as if he had stopped.

Zhuang Yu lifted the ball up and threw it with one hand.

"No, don't even think about scoring." Mu Yang growled in his heart, stretched out his hands unwillingly to slap the ball, and still wanted to block the ball.

With a "snap", his hand only hit Zhuang Yu's arm, and he fell a lot at the moment, and he couldn't block the ball anymore.

beep!

whistle.

Swish!

The ball goes in.

For a while, the audience was boiling.

The students of No. [-] Middle School, as well as many students from other schools, screamed in unison, and cheers resounded throughout the arena.

This is a 2+1, Zhuang Yu not only scored the ball, but also caused Mu Yang's foul - a 1.8-meter defender, hard to beat a 2-meter center forward, not only scored, but also 1+[-].

"It's awesome!"

"It can actually stop in the air and wait for the defender to fall before shooting. This is amazing!"

"That is to say, we don't have the top ten balls. If it is really selected, this ball can definitely be ranked first..."

People were amazed and amazed.

On the bench of No. [-] Middle School, the players jumped up and cheered excitedly.An Xin covered her small mouth, her expression was shocked, and her eyes were shining brightly.

How did Zhuang Yu achieve such a goal?

"Good job." Coach Yang Guohui slapped his thigh excitedly, looked at Zhuang Yu on the field, and understood, "Are you trying to cause damage?"

Others were just shocked by the ball, but Yang Guohui was keenly aware that the reason why Zhuang Yu chose to challenge Mu Yang might not be purely for scoring goals.

It may also be looking for a foul.

"It seems that there is no need to call a timeout." Yang Guohui said to himself.

......

on the field.

Chen Jianhua came to Mu Yang's side and comforted the depressed Mu Yang: "It's okay, it's normal if you can't defend the ball, have you tried your best?"

Mu Yang turned to look at him, are you really comforting me, not hitting me?

Swish!

With a soft sound, Zhuang Yu made an extra penalty.

Ten strikes.

Chen Jianhua pushed the ball to the frontcourt, took a deep look at Zhuang Yu, and felt a little lonely. After more than two quarters of the game, he had already realized that Zhuang Yu was stronger than himself.

Zhuang Yu won this duel between old and new kings.

Of course, his loss to Zhuang Yu does not mean that the tenth middle school lost to the first middle school, the game will continue, and they will strive to beat the first middle school and win the championship.

"Pick and roll."

Chen Jianhua called a pick-and-roll and moved to the left, the others moved to the right, and Mu Yang wrestled with Yuan Feng inside.

When the space opened up on the left side, Mu Yang turned around and walked in front of Yuan Feng. He blocked Yuan Feng with one hand and raised the other hand to ask for the ball. Chen Jianhua immediately passed it.

After getting the ball, Mu Yang immediately played singles.

He was a little embarrassed by the ball just now, but he is a center forward, and he had no chance to score points on Zhuang Yu's head, so he had to take his anger out on Yuan Feng.

"boom......"

The two confronted each other and made a muffled sound. Yuan Feng couldn't help baring his teeth. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't stand on his feet and couldn't help but staggered.

Feeling the strength behind him decrease, Mu Yang lowered his center of gravity, controlled his footsteps, quickly turned around halfway, from the back basket to the face frame, and when he pulled it up, it was a two-handed clasp.

Bang!

The slam dunk was so powerful that the rim was pulled and deformed. Mu Yang let go of his hands. After landing, he looked at Zhuang Yu and roared loudly.

Yuan Feng felt aggrieved for a while, and looked at Zhuang Yu again, wondering if it was a hallucination, he felt that Zhuang Yu seemed to be laughing...

"Attack." Zhuang Yu shouted.

Yuan Feng nodded and served from the bottom line.

Coming to the front court, Zhuang Yu glanced past Chen Jianhua, and looked at Mu Yang provocatively. Their eyes collided. Zhuang Yu raised his left hand and nodded at Mu Yang.

It means, wait, I'll hit you again!

"Cao." Mu Yang was furious for a while, and couldn't help roaring, "Boy, come if you feel like it, I'll wait for you."

As long as Zhuang Yu dares, he must take a risk.

The next moment, Zhuang Yu called a pick-and-roll.

When Yuan Feng mentioned going online, Zhuang Yu took the opportunity to get rid of it and move to the right.Chen Jianhua was blocked, and Mu Yang quickly stepped forward, raising one hand to cover Zhuang Yu.

This is the conventional way to deal with pick-and-rolls. If the guard is blocked, the inside player needs to go up and delay the ball holder to prevent the ball holder from shooting directly.

Then either switch defenses and let the inside players continue to guard the ball-handler, or the guard on the defensive side bypasses the pick-and-roll man and chases back to defend the ball-handler, while his own inside players go to the basket.

But this time, Zhuang Yu didn't give the top ten a chance to choose. After the pick-and-roll, he made a breakthrough, accelerated with a change of direction, and went straight to the basket facing Mu Yang.

"How dare you..." Mu Yang snorted angrily, stepped back immediately, and at the same time bent over, ready to jump up at any time.

The next moment, Zhuang Yu hugged the ball and kicked his legs, as if he had escaped the gravity of the earth, and instantly flew into the air.

Mu Yang also jumped up.

What's more, Chen Jianhua caught up from behind and jumped up after him. The two surrounded Zhuang Yu one after the other.Even if Zhuang Yu repeats his old tricks, it's useless to stay in the air again.

"Boy, you are dead." Mu Yang thought to himself.

But soon his face changed.

I saw Zhuang Yu's body soaring into the air, as if he was flying up. Holding the basketball in his right hand, he was already far beyond the basket, gliding in the air, and flew towards the basket.

"This..." Mu Yang was dumbfounded.

"What?" Chen Jianhua was also stunned.

At this moment, Zhuang Yu's action made them think of a possibility, but they couldn't believe it. How dare this kid, how could he do it?