Basketball Myth: Super Guard

Huh!

Return in.

Now even Wang Xianhui can't sit still, this 忒-niang- is on the hook, is it not reasonable to score four three-pointers in a row?

This is not training, this is competition.

"Another three-pointer, today Qin Hao's three-pointer is too accurate."

"Yes."

In the audience, people couldn't help but slap their tongues.

He scored four three-pointers in a row. It was really speechless, too accurate.

The little fat man Peng Jun was particularly excited and jumped up and laughed: "Okay, okay, it's my brother Qin-Ri-Tian, ​​that's so strong."

A student next to him was puzzled and asked, "Qin-Ri-Tian? Does Qin Hao have another name?"

The little fat man made an expression that you are really uneducated, and said, "Qin Hao, Qin Hao, what do you mean by opening this Hao character?"

"It just opened it up...ah, day-day!"

"That's not it." The little fat man spread his hands and pointed to the court. "Look at my brother's three-pointer. Does it match his name?"

"Uh..." The student thought for a while, but was speechless for a while.

On the field.

Zeng Fan frowned and his face was gloomy. The score had already been overtaken. Only Qin Hao had four three-pointers to tie the score. He had to do something.

Coming to the front court, Zeng Fan rushed to his teammates to ask for the ball. After getting the ball, he didn't wait for the double-teams to come up. It was an accelerated breakthrough. He played a little anxiously. In fact, the chance was not good, but his personal ability was indeed excellent. Shot from the air, the basketball flew to the hoop, bounced on it, and finally fell into it.

"call."

"Fortunately, Zeng Fan."

The students in Wusui Middle School were relieved.

Turning around, Qin Hao scored the ball after coming to the frontcourt, and then started running. His teammates were looking for him. Because he scored four three-pointers in a row and felt so hot in his hands, he wanted to feed him the ball.

Finally, Qin Hao threw off the defense and the ball from his teammates passed, but this time Qin Hao's three-pointer missed a bit and failed to make it.

"But I didn't make it." Wang Xianhui was about to call a timeout. When he saw Qin Hao missed this three-pointer, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. "Let me just say that even four points are a miracle. Five in a row? If the three-pointers are so accurate, then what else would you play? A game can't be over if you throw ten or twenty."

Qin Hao has some regrets, but he is not disappointed. Although he clearly touched the critical point and is moving towards it, both his shooting feeling and confidence have reached a level that he did not have before, but his current strength, even if After passing that critical point, in the usual training, the three-point shooting rate can reach 70%. It is actually a matter of luck to score four consecutively.

So it doesn’t matter if you didn’t score. Anyway, the wonderful feeling is still there. If this goal is not scored, what about the next goal? If the next goal is not scored, what about the next?

After several rounds, the confrontation between the two sides quickly escalated, and the game time was getting less and less, and both sides knew that they had to work hard.

Qin Hao made another three-pointer in the middle, but unfortunately he still didn't make it, but Wusui Middle School was relieved, but they didn't take much advantage, only leading by 2 points.

......

"boom."

With a muffled sound, the basketball bounced out.

Zeng Fan scolded in annoyance. He failed to make a shot this time and Guo Kai got the rebound. Zeng Fan could only turn around and retire immediately.

Qin Hao quickly came to the front court.

"Double-teaming." Wusui Middle School immediately double-teamed.

Before, Qin Hao always divided the ball immediately, but this time Qin Hao didn't. Instead, he moved forward, a little bit beyond the expectations of Wusui Middle School. Xu Feng and Su Guanglei who went up to double-team were stunned. At this point, Qin Hao exploded at speed, and instantly passed between the two of them, slamming inside.

After passing by two people, Wusui Middle School was caught off guard, and Hou Kun was too late to go up, so he could only foul.

"beep!"

Whistle.

The referee pointed Hou Kun and gave him a foul, and at the same time signaled Qin Hao to go to the free throw line and execute two free throws. This was a shooting foul.

Hou Kun sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to foul. If he fouled, he could expect Qin Hao to miss a free throw. If he didn't foul, he could only watch Qin Hao score points.

Xu Feng and Su Guanglei looked at each other and shook their heads together.

"Huh!"

Qin Hao walked to the free throw line, the first free throw was steady, and then the second free throw. By this time, Qin Hao's physical energy consumption was not small, and the second free throw was missed.

However, Wang Lei yelled, with amazing speed, and grabbed the rebound in front of Hou Kun. As soon as he was about to attack the frame, he heard Qin Hao's voice: "Outside."

The two had a tacit understanding, Wang Lei found Qin Hao outside the left three-point line and passed the ball without hesitation.

Qin Hao received the ball, and there was a lot of space in front of him. He adjusted a little, and ignored the defender who rushed up. He jumped up, his wrist shook...

"Huh!"

A soft sound was like a natural sound in the ears of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School players.

The ball is in, a three-pointer is hit!

"Crazy, this three-pointer is crazy!"

"I'm going, it's really ridiculous, it's totally unreasonable, why is it so accurate?"

"Horrible!"

Exclamations, slaps, screams, and cheers came one after another, and the entire auditorium was boiling.

Only the fans of Wusui Middle School were silent collectively. These three-pointers didn't even have the confidence to hush Qin Hao, and they could only choose to be silent.

With a free throw and a three-pointer, Qin Hao scored 4 points in a row, helping Yuyang No. 7 Middle School to overtake the score and lead by 2 points. At this time, there was only one minute left in the game.

"beep......"

Wang Xianhui asked for a timeout. His face was ugly, and his eyes were still a little confused. Is his response really wrong? To prevent Qin Hao from breaking through and let him shoot from outside, maybe it really shouldn't be.

But, who would have thought he was so accurate in three points?

"Haha, good job."

"This three-pointer is too awesome-it's hard."

On the side of Yuyang No. 7 Middle School, teammates flew to Qin Hao and praised them. Fortunately, no one said, "Why don't you shoot earlier?" Qin Hao didn't explain it. Do you think I can control? This is a sudden feeling, plus a little luck, who is right.

In any case, Yuyang No. 7 Middle School overtook it.

......

After a while, the pause ended.

With only the last minute left, Wusui Middle School attacked. Perhaps Qin Hao’s consecutive three-pointers caused them too much impact. This time, Wusui Middle School played a tactic by passing the ball continuously, and Gao Mingxuan made an open shot Opportunity, but I didn't invest in it.

Turning around, Qin Hao rushed to the front court, Wusui Middle School did not dare to shrink the line of defense any more, throw everyone away, block the three-point line, and dare not let Qin Hao make another shot.

Looking at this situation, Qin Hao still needs to hesitate, and it was a breakthrough immediately, making a strong push to the inside.

"Huh, huh!"

Qin Hao went to the free throw line and made two free throws. Yu Yang led by 4 points in the seventh, and there were only a dozen seconds left in the game at this time.

In the last ten seconds, Wusui Middle School wanted to score points quickly and then execute the foul tactics. Unfortunately, the time was too tight and there was no way to organize the offense calmly. Zeng Fan missed the shot in a hurry.

If this goal was not scored, Wusui Middle School was declared a loser.

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