Rebirth of Basketball Boy

Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School basketball court.

The sun was hot at noon in early September, but in such a hot weather, there was not a group of young basketball-loving teenagers with hot hearts. Due to the lunch break, almost every venue had students playing basketball, although they were sweating profusely. , But everyone is enjoying it, forgetting the heat.

Finally found an empty court, Han Dengyun immediately ran over with the basketball happily, stood under the basket, and exclaimed: "The basketball enthusiasm of No. 1 High School is really high. There are so many people at noon."

Sun Feiying gave an idiot-like look and dismissed: "Although the basketball games of No.1 Middle School are all played by professional teams every year, the basketball level of No.1 Middle School is very good, do you know? A physical education teacher named Yang from the Shandong team retired."

"Haha, I don't know if you have heard of such a sentence, basketball in No. 1 middle school, football in No. 4 middle school, and races in the first position are all top in Shuiyun City!" Fu Zijun continued.

Han Dengyun wondered: "It seems like a track and field event in the city. I haven't heard of how good a job is?"

"Cut, what do you stupid guy know? The students in the first post fight every day, either chasing people or being chased. Can they run slowly?" Fu Zijun looked at Han Dengyun with a foolish look .

"Damn! Are you 5 centimeters shorter than me? I'm ashamed to say I'm a stupid big one?" Han Dengyun said angrily.

"It's so hot, I'm going to play a game and eat quickly, aren't you tired of standing under the sun and quarreling?" Zhao Senming ended this meaningless, no winner quarrel.

"How to fight? One-on-one bullfight?" Sun Feiying took the ball from Han Dengyun, retreated to the three-point line and shot...

Following to see the excitement, Xiang Qingyun blankly caught Sun Feiying's hollow outside the basket, wondering in his heart: "Four heavenly kings, is this strength?"

"Exactly six people, three to three, right?" Fu Zijun suggested.

"Well, that's okay, silly big guy, Ling Feng and Qingyun are a group, we three?" Zhao Senming agreed.

"I...I haven't touched the ball for a long time. I don't know if I will play." Yan Lingfeng said embarrassedly. He hasn't touched the ball for a long time, one or two years before rebirth. , I don’t remember very clearly. Since the small shop opened, he has never touched basketball again.

"Cut, it's installed here again, right? Today we have to fight you convinced!" Sun Feiying was not affected by the three non-sticks just now, confident.

Han Dengyun patted Yan Lingfeng's shoulder with his thick palm, and said with a smile: "Ling Feng, the three on the opposite side are all defeated by yours, what are we afraid of! Come, if you lose, please eat."

Yan Lingfeng smiled bitterly and stroked her hair, yes, now it's time to drive the ducks to the shelves.I had to smile bitterly: "I'm afraid I really forgot how to play, you have to show mercy!"

Zhao Senming stood at the center line, holding the ball in his hand, and said lightly: "Six goals in one game, five games and three wins. Did I serve?"

Han Dengyun protested loudly: "Why did you serve?" Zhao Senming had already handed over the basketball to Sun Feiying, completely ignoring Han Dengyun's protest.Xiang Qingyun, who was closest to him, immediately rushed forward and opened his arms to prevent him from breaking through. Sun Feiying sneered and passed the ball to Fu Zijun, who was running inside.

When Fu Zijun received the ball, he watched Han Dengyun who was standing under the basket chuckling, he was about to make a shot. Han Dengyun knew how accurate Fu Zijun’s basket was, and immediately rushed to seal it when he saw it. Fu Zijun just flicked a shot and dodged. Han Dengyun in the air, an easy three-step layup to send the ball into the basket.

Fu Zijun handed the ball to Zhao Senming who was outside the three-point line, made a grimace at Han Dengyun who was gloomy, and smiled: "It's really stupid, it's so easy to hit you."

Han Dengyun just snorted, did not speak, just clenched his fists and leaned forward.

Zhao Senming served Sun Feiying. Sun Feiying obviously had no desire to break through. He saw insider Fu Zijun being held tightly by Han Dengyun and passed the ball back to Zhao Senming. Zhao Senming dribbled the ball unhurriedly and stood in front of him. He lowered his waist, stretched his right hand forward, and slid small steps under his feet, ready to stop Zhao Senming’s breakthrough at any time. Zhao Senming’s breakthrough speed in his past life was very terrifying, so now he is very careful to stare at his shoulder, according to his previous physical fitness. If Zhao Senming is activated and then defends, he will definitely not be able to keep up. Only the subtle movements of his shoulders can judge the direction of his breakthrough.

Zhao Senming's eyes also shined with belligerent light. For the defender in front of him, although he lost to his team in the basketball game, Zhao Senming did not lose in their personal conversation because he was confident that Yanling Feng couldn't prevent his breakthrough. He lost to the collective strikes of his teammates. After all, he is a point guard. His task is to sort out the team's offense and send threatening passes, not alone. Going alone, that's what shooting guards and small forwards do.

And now, this is not a basketball game, this is only a half-court bullfight, and his teammates are no longer the stunned gang in junior high school, but Fu Zijun and Sun Feiying who are equally famous!They have no reason to lose again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Senming moved, without any fake actions, and without any warning. He suddenly accelerated and rushed past his right side like a gust of wind.

Yan Lingfeng was stunned. He was not frightened by Zhao Senming's speed, but unexpectedly Zhao Senming's decisive breakthrough this time, never going forward, there is no return, as if this is a life and death battle.

Sure enough, it seems that Yan Lingfeng's physical fitness is not so good. Zhao Senming rushed into the three-point line with the ball and quickly glanced at the situation on the court. Sun Feiying still stood lazily outside the three-point line, Fu Zi Junyi Looking helplessly at Han Dengyun, who clung to him, since his teammates don't have a better chance, let's do it yourself!

Zhao Senming launched a shock to the basket, dribbled the ball in a quick run, and prepared to complete an easy three-step layup.

Yan Lingfeng was taken aback for a moment, and did not give up, turned around and chased inside.

Zhao Senming has already jumped up, dragging the basketball with his right hand to the backboard. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the basketball game a year ago. If he had used more breakthrough layups like today, the final result might not be the same. The same.

"Boom!" A loud bang interrupted Zhao Senming's imagination.

"Boom!" Another loud noise made all six people stay on the spot.

Zhao Senming looked for the basketball he had thrown in disbelief. When he saw the orange basketball slowly rolling near the center line, he clearly realized that he had been given a strong hot pot.

Yan Lingfeng also looked at her right hand with an unbelievable look. In the moment just now, she clearly realized that her current speed, bounce, and strength had improved too much compared to before she was reborn. Heiwuchang's effect of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow is really not a lie to deceive oneself.

Sun Feiying and the four others, who had witnessed the whole process of blocking and blocking the sky, were even more surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. Just now after Yan Lingfeng was lost, he turned and chased after a brief loss. Zhao Senming was already fast enough. What I didn’t expect was that Yan Lingfeng seemed to be even better. The late serve came first. After Zhao Senming took the shot, he slammed the ball on the backboard. After being hit on the backboard by the basketball that changed its trajectory, he suffered a lot. After the rebound, the three-point line popped far.

Zhao Senming looked at Yan Lingfeng with an incredible expression, and muttered: "How is this possible? I must be dreaming, right?"

Han Dengyun laughed and laughed: "You are not dreaming, you have made a great shot as a background! You must have someone take pictures of it when you play with Ling Feng in the future. Such a shot should really be made into a video to enjoy it. Qingyun, I I think your sister is very suitable for this kind of work!"

Xiang Qingyun shook his head and said: "Do you think it is possible to let a girl who is the city's first place in the senior high school entrance examination play crazy with you without doing her job?"

"Try it to know if it's possible, don't you?" Han Dengyun said persistently without giving up.

Sun Feiying took the basketball in his hand and shouted: "Isn't it just a shot blocker, what's the big deal, Sen Ming, it's not that it hasn't been blocked, come on, let's continue to abuse them!"

After hearing Sun Feiying's words, Zhao Senming also woke up from the confusion, nodded firmly and said: "Well, come, everyone continue!"

After receiving the ball from Feiying Sun, Zhao Senming took a deep breath and looked at Yan Lingfeng who was standing in front of him with a calm face: "I won't be defeated so easily!"

Yan Lingfeng touched his nose without speaking, and said in his heart: "It's just for fun, why are you so desperate?"

After Zhao Senming was covered once, he was not obsessed with breaking through. He found an opportunity to pass the ball to Fu Zijun. Fu Zijun bumped back. Han Dengyun opened his arms and stood steadily, standing still, and said in disdain, "Just you. This little ribs is far away!"

Fu Zijun drove twice on the spot, suddenly stepped back and jumped directly to the shot. The basketball flew to the basket with a high-speed rotation. Han Dengyun had no time to defend, so he turned and ran towards the basket, hoping that the goal would not be scored. Get a rebound.

"Swipe!" The crisp voice through the net made his running figure stop suddenly, and he muttered in a low voice: "This guy is getting more accurate shots." It is already 2-0, and Zhao Senming is still in the arc. He dribbled the ball calmly, looking at Sun Feiying, who was standing there and never moved, and said: "The stupid guy is already desperate. You hit one?"

Sun Feiying scratched her head and said: "I am embarrassed to bully little friends!"

"Damn!" Zhao Senming immediately passed the ball and cursed: "We three can't be Ling Feng's life-long defeat." Sun Feiying caught the ball and said, "Well, Qingyun kid, I'm sorry. !"

Xiang Qingyun didn't speak, and stared at the faster and faster basketball in Sun Feiying's hand a little nervously. Sun Feiying smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, God, it was not God at the beginning. He can only be called God after defeating countless people. , You are about to become one of those countless people!"

Before Sun Feiying spoke, she speeded up suddenly and rushed to her right side. Xiang Qingyun hurriedly slid to stop when she saw it. There was no fancy action. Sun Feiying seemed to have expected it a long time ago. It was a big change when Xiang Qingyun just moved. Xiang Cong Qingyun rushed to the right side of Xiang Qingyun's body and took a step into the three-point line. Sun Feiying immediately pulled up his jumper. His Yu Guang had already noticed Han Dengyun and Yan Lingfeng moving towards the basket, and he didn't want to send it up to find a hat.

"Swipe!" Sun Feiying kissed the right hand of the basketball through the basket precisely, and made another "OK" action, indicating that the score was already 3-0!

At this time, Yan Lingfeng's heart also burst into flames. Although this was only a half-time bullfight that was won and no prizes, it would be unsightly if someone shaved his head cleanly.

Zhao Senming still gave Sun Feiying the next ball to play. Although the block just now did not make him lose his fighting spirit, but subconsciously, he has refused to face Yan Lingfeng head-on. Tian Ji raced horses and went up and down, wanting to be a one. A good point guard, a brain that is good at analyzing is essential.

Sun Feiying caught the ball, a simple dribble from behind to get rid of Xiang Qingyun's entanglement, and then sent a precise center shot at a 45° angle, rewriting the score to 4-0.

Serving at the midline, Zhao Senming took the ball, still dribbling slowly, and glanced at Sun Feiying.He didn't notice the blazing flames in Yan Lingfeng's eyes. If he noticed, maybe he would not pass the ball to Sun Feiying so hastily, but Yan Lingfeng's deliberate expression had already paralyzed him. Thinking, when he saw Yan Lingfeng and the basketball that he passed out in front of him were moving almost at the same time, he had already realized that it was not good. He wanted to catch up with the basketball he passed out. Obviously, it was impossible. People can never catch up with a basketball flying in the air unless, like Yan Lingfeng, he makes an accurate prediction.

A white light flashed, and Yan Lingfeng questioned and cut the basketball in his hand. Without any pause, he threw the ball towards the basket without turning his head. Han Dengyun was obviously not ready to catch the ball. The basketball "bang" He slammed on his chest, thanks to the fact that he was full of flesh. Although he was not lightly smashed, he took a deep breath, hugged the ball, turned around and gently picked the blue, and put the ball into the basket.

After all this was done, Han Dengyun, who was very nervous, covered his chest and frowned and said: "How do I feel like a fast car hit me? Ling Feng, how can this ball pass so hard? ?"

Yan Lingfeng hurriedly stepped forward and asked embarrassedly: "Is it all right? Am I afraid that they will stop the ball by their reaction?"

Han Dengyun rubbed a few times, took a few deep breaths, frowned and said: "It's okay, thanks to me, if you replace Zijun's small ribs, I guess it can be sent directly to him at 120..."

Yan Lingfeng took the serve from Xiang Qingyun, held the ball next to his left thigh, smiled and said to Zhao Senming who was defending himself: "I will do my best!"

Zhao Senming did not speak, but pursed his mouth, his eyes bursting with fighting spirit.

Looking at his feet, there are still two or three steps away from the three-point line. Yan Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, kicked his feet hard on the ground, and flew out like an off-string flying arrow. Yan Lingfeng is a left-handed player who plays basketball. It was the same when Zhao Senming obviously ignored this problem. When he reacted, Yan Lingfeng had already passed him quickly and rushed towards the basket. Zhao Senming also gave up chasing after him, Yan Lingfeng He's height and jumping are better than himself, even if he catches up, he can't block it.

Yan Lingfeng rushed into the inside line with the ball. Fu Zijun hesitated for a moment, but he gave up Han Dengyun, turned his head and blocked Yan Lingfeng’s breakthrough route. Yan Lingfeng rushed into the inside line from the right, and by this time he had already played three times. Step, seeing Fu Zijun who was rushing forward, he glanced at Han Dengyun who was in the empty position, and at the same time the basketball in his hand made a move to pass the ball. At this time, the three steps were over. Yan Lingfeng didn't choose to break through, but shouted and rose from the ground. For a left-hander, there is only one way to lay up from the right, besides the lever, to lick the basket. Yan Lingfeng is still far from the basket. For a certain distance, it is impossible to slide to the other side of the basket, so he chose to lick the basket.

But Fu Zijun didn’t easily fool Yan Lingfeng’s passing fakes. When he returned to Han Dengyun, he realized that he was cheated and saw flying in the air when he found that the stupid man was still empty-handed. Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng didn't realize how high he was flying. When he planned to send the basketball in his hand into the basket with his fingertips, he found that the basket was at his hand. At this time, Yan Lingfeng felt it. Gravity called him, it’s already very difficult to lick the basket at this time. After all, it’s difficult to grasp the strength of the fingers during the fall. Before he could think about it, Yan Lingfeng sent his left hand forward, and even directly sent the ball. Smashed into the basket!

Dunk!It turned out to be a dunk!There was a dunk in a Chinese high school basketball court!