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Basketball Myth

An accident brought a talented basketball player basketball career to an abrupt end, but when he woke up that day, he found that he was fifteen years old. Qin Hao, who is starting all over again, has greater ambitions. This time he not only wants to become an NBA player, but also to become a basketball myth, a super guard! (A new generation of speed king, terrifying scoring machine, court magician, hoop finisher, orient whirlwind sweeping the NBA… he is Qin Hao!) Disclaimer: This is a translation and I do not Own the Work.

Bballguru · Sports
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Chapter 39 - Dunk

Seeing Lu Xing coming up, Qin Hao raised his mouth, showing a smile, and jumped up. Lu Xing also jumped up, stretched his arms, and waved at the basketball.

As a result, it was empty!

Lu Xing raised his head, a little surprised: "He is a throwing shot? But the throwing seems to be a little too random, and the direction is wrong. I'm afraid it's half a meter away from the basket... not good!"

Suddenly, Lu Xing reacted and quickly turned his head to see Wang Lei jumping up behind him. The basketball was indeed almost half a meter away from the basket, but it was just above Wang Lei.

With a loud shout, Wang Lei grabbed the basketball in the air, revealing his bounce and explosive power, and pushed the ball into the basket with one hand.

"Boom!..."

A loud noise shook the entire arena.

The people in the auditorium were shocked, and it was quiet for two seconds before someone screamed: "Oh my God, it turned out to be an Alley-oop dunk, this...this is crazy!"

Then came all kinds of exclamations, admirations one after another.

The seventh middle school students all stood up excitedly and cheered loudly. Even the seventh middle school players in the rest area on the sidelines could not wait to pounce on the court and give Wang Lei a hug.

"This kid really dared to pass it." Jiang Fangping laughed and said: "If you pass this kind of ball to Wang Lei, is he not afraid that Wang Lei can't catch it?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xue nodded, and then reacted, the coach is clearly excited.

The score was 24:21, the seventh middle school leading by 3 points in.

This ball was a big blow to the morale of the fourth middle school center, and it made people play such a match. Lu Xing had a pale face. After coming to the frontcourt, he opened his hands and asked for the ball, wanting to return the color. However, he is not good at attacking with the ball in the low post. The technique was a bit rough. Although Fu Qiang was defending him, the height difference between the two was a lot, and Fu Qiang could not block him, but Lu Xing still failed to score the ball and let Wang Lei get the rebound and pass it to Qin Hao.

In the first quarter, there are more than ten seconds left.

Qin Hao came to the front court and He Zhengyang greeted him. He was half a meter away from Qin Hao. He was taller than Qin Hao. He was not worried about Qin Hao's shooting. They feared his breakthrough.

Upon seeing this, Qin Hao asked for a pick-and-roll, and then moved to the side. Lu Xing came up and was delayed. Qin Hao immediately accelerated his breakthrough. Lu Xing turned around.

It's like being plunged into the encirclement, surrounded by people from the Four Middle Schools.

"To suffer."

"Getting into the pile."

People secretly said.

However, at this moment, an orange phantom flew out of the crowd. People's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, Qin Hao would be able to pass the ball out, and then watch the orange shadow. The seventh middle school student couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. ——Beyond the left three-pointer, Wang Chengyu.

Everyone was attracted by Qin Hao. All the players in the four middle schools contracted the defense, but Wang Chengyu waited early beyond the left three-point line, and there was no one in front of him for two meters.

However, he was also a little worried about whether Qin Hao would pass the ball. Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. When he saw the basketball flying towards him, Wang Chengyu's heart relaxed and caught the ball. Only then did the four-of-four player flew over and jumped up and shot confidently.

Huh!

With a soft sound, the ball is scored.

At the same time, the first quarter of the game came to an end, with a score of 27:21, leading by 6 points by the seventh middle school.

This result made it difficult for the fourth middle school students to accept. The fourth middle school coach's face turned black and almost dropped the tactical board. Qu Yan hesitated, but still did not tell the coach that Zuo Xiaojun to remind himself of this. He also thought about it at the time. Telling the coach, but he felt that hearsay is unreliable, and the coach may not believe it. Even if he had seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that a guy with a height of 1.7 meters would be so strong.

Taking advantage of the break between the quarters, Zuo Xiaojun sneaked into the rest area of ​​fourth Middle School, grabbed Qu Yan, and said a little gloating: "How about it, you know how good it is?"

Qu Yan curled his lips and said, "It's still early."

Zuo Xiaojun chuckled.

The atmosphere in the Seventh Middle School was relaxed, and even Wang Lei, who was almost depressed before, returned to normal. The alley-oop dunk just now made him excited.

Qin Hao sat down with a calm expression. This was only the first quarter, not to mention that the opponent would send the twin towers later. Qu Yan only fouled twice, and the situation was far from optimistic.

"Give."

One hand passed a bottle of water from behind.

Qin Hao subconsciously took it, turned his head to see that it was Jiang Xue, then smiled and nodded, just right, he was also thirsty, unscrewed the bottle cap and sipped it to drink.

Seeing that Qin Hao didn't even say thank you, Jiang Xue pouted. Fortunately, Qin Hao didn't give it to others this time.

...

Entering the second quarter, the fourth middle school will send Qu Yan, but Lu Xing stays off the court.

In the case of a single tower leading the team, Qu Yan is obviously better than Lu Xing, because Qu Yan is skilled and has enough singles ability to hold the ball, can score by himself, can also drive teammates, even attract defense, and create opportunities for teammates. Lu Xing must rely on his teammates to create opportunities for himself.

On the Seventh Middle School side, Qin Hao didn't go, and Zhao Xuebing returned to the court.

After a few minutes, the score was overtaken again. The Fourth Middle School had the upper hand under Qu Yan's leadership. There was no Qin Hao or Jiang Feng. Others did not pose a threat to Qu Yan. They only saw him kill Qu Yan on the offensive end. Unstoppable, consecutive shots on the defensive end, there was nothing in the limelight for a while.

"Request a timeout."

Jiang Fangping called a timeout and began to change people: "Jiang Feng, Qin Hao, you go up." He looked at the two, "Give me a breakthrough and cause damage. The other party will probably change people later and bring the twin towers up again. We must solve the other side's twin towers, or the threat is too great."

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded.

"Yes." Qin Hao promised.

The twin towers of the Fourth Middle School are the biggest threat. Even if they don't do anything, just standing on the court is a deterrent in of itself, so this problem must be solved and one of them must be eliminated.

At the same time, the Fourth Middle School also changed people.

"Lu Xing, you go." The fourth middle school coach said: "Lu Xing, Qu Yan, you two should pay attention, the other side will definitely change to the 0 (Qin Hao), and want to foul you, pay attention to the action. Don't take off lightly. Your height is high enough that you don't need to jump. Anyway, be careful and don't foul lightly."

"In the first quarter, we made a mistake in our estimation of the Seventh Middle School. We didn't know that their newcomers would be so strong. But that's okay. Now that we know, we don't need to be afraid if we are prepared."

After speaking, the coach of the Fourth Middle School clapped his hands and snarled: "Fight hard and show our strength. Don't forget, our goal is to be the champion!"

"Yes."

"Yes, coach."

"For the championship!"

The fourth player clenched his fists.

The timeout ended soon, and both sides returned to the court.

The coach of No. 4 Middle School watched his players walk onto the court, turned his head to look at the rest area of ​​No. 7 Middle School, his eyes fell on Jiang Fangping, and sneered: "Wait and see, our twin towers are not as simple as you think."

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