Basketball starts with breathing

Chapter 17 "The Gentleman" Riding Olson
"drop!"

"Shh!"

The sound of basketball being caught and the referee whistle sounded at the same time.

Olsen lay on the ground and felt relieved after a long time, feeling that his ribs were not broken, but when he saw the referee's gesture, his eyes darkened.

Blocking fouls?

Why is a blocking foul?

I'm about to be blown away.

Actually blowing me to block?

Are you fucking blind?

He jumped up from the floor and complained to the referee, the referee looked at him and sprayed back: "You have to lie on the ground for a while, maybe I will change the sentence, but now if you continue Tangle, I might give you a technical foul."

The fans in the audience stood up and applauded, and Old Mike, who hadn't lengthened his voice for a long time, began to perform emotionally: "Lu...Yu..."

Lu Yu made a steady free throw.

After the free throw, he glanced at the system panel subconsciously, and the progress of the three breathing methods seemed to have taken a small step forward. It seemed that as long as it was a "confrontation", the breathing methods would be improved.

Lu Yu smiled.

"I'm sorry, NCAA classmates, maybe this season, I will become your nightmare."

Lu Chaoyang and Su Qun on the sidelines were a little sluggish. They didn't expect that basketball could still be played like this?
Only Jessica on the side was slightly excited, her excited little face flushed.

Eagles head coach Ray Giacolady yelled from the sidelines: "Stabilize and play slowly!"

Olsen nodded, but halfway through, he found a person standing in front of him, and when he looked closely, it was Lu Yu who had just put a knee on him.

He immediately forgot what the coach said, just bent down, kept dribbling the ball, and pushed Lu Yu with the ball guard: "Stinky boy, you must have done it on purpose just now, don't think I don't know, you wait, I will definitely go back."

Lu Yu frowned slightly.

This guy doesn't play well, and there's a lot of nonsense.

He didn't speak, and he wasn't afraid to fight, but he thought that the best way to shut up the opponent was to beat the opponent on the court. Of course, if the opponent insisted on fighting, he could make Olsen not fucking know him.

Lu Yu bent down, his eyes fixed on the basketball in Olsen's hand, and his body was constantly pushing and shoving with Olsen, and no one let go.

"It really went up."

Lu Yu was excited, and the progress of the three breathing techniques in the confrontation all increased slightly.

Olsen seems to be on the bar with Lu Yu. He seems to have forgotten that this is a game. Maybe he is used to the 35-second attack time of the NCAA. Anyway, just when he and Lu Yu were constantly fighting and preparing to accelerate, the accident happened. ——

Olsen's acceleration this time did not get rid of Lu Yu, but he was closely followed by Lu Yu's several sliding steps, and then he only felt a pat on his hand.

He didn't grasp the ball for a while, the basketball bounced off the ground, and then a pair of big hands immediately picked up the ball.

"How did he break it?"

Olsen didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly chased after Lu Yu, but at the moment of chasing back, he seemed to hear Lu Yu whispering: "Idiot".

He didn't care whether Lu Yu was really scolding him, Lu Yu's speed was very fast, and he was already close to the basket.

At this time, Olsen hesitated.

The shadow of being hit on the knee just now appeared in his mind again, he suppressed his panic and rushed towards Lu Yu, but obviously he didn't plan to jump at all, because the place where he jumped was still a long way from Lu Yu. a long distance.

"It's boring."

Lu Yu thought that he would be tough, but he didn't expect that he would only be strong from the outside and work on the inside.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw a freehand throw, without even having to look back, just through the cheers of the fans in the audience, he knew the goal was scored.

Olson was a little disappointed.

……

Olsen wanted to pull Lu Yu during the pick-and-roll.

Lu Yu slammed his hand and put him down on the ground. Olsen, who was lying on the ground, seemed to see Lu Yu's cold eyes. He suddenly felt that if he moved a little more, it would not be as simple as lying on the floor.

Shouldn't you provoke him?

Fortunately, the referee whistled Lu Yu's foul to soothe his injured heart, but Lu Yu didn't seem to care much.

……

Outside the three-point line, Lu Yu glanced at his feet, and made sure that he was standing outside the three-point line before he took the shot. With the breath of fire, his hand was still hot.

The basketball flew over Olson's head.

"Shh!"

Hollow into the net.

65:49
Gonzaga has a sixteen-point lead.

……

Lu Yu forcibly broke through the inside line, the Washington Eagles power forward grabbed Lu Yu's arm, and Lu Yu threw the ball out when he was unstable in the air.

No one would have thought that the basketball had been bumped twice on the rim and fell into it.

Casey Green rushed up to fight the Hawks.

The players from both sides formed a group. Lu Yu looked at the chaotic court with his eyes lightly. He quietly clenched his fists and walked over. Olsen, who had been paying attention to Lu Yu, turned pale with fright, and immediately pulled away his impulsive teammates.

"Forget it, it's our fault."

Really can not afford to offend.

Old Mike said loudly into the microphone: "Look at our No. 10 Lu Yu, he has maintained restraint from beginning to end, how like a calm gentleman, well, in the future, our Spokane fans can call us the ball. The team's new king is called—"

The fans in the audience followed his long tail and shouted: "Gentleman - gentleman -"

Olsen rolled his eyes: "Have you ever seen a gentleman put his knee on someone?"

This is a gentleman, this is a bandit!

……

The Hawks failed to score another offense when Casey Green jumped from the crowd, struggled to get the rebound, and as soon as he turned, he threw the ball straight up the field.

"Lu Yu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw a white lightning flash across the sideline.

It's Lu Yu!
Although the learning progress of 7% Thunder's Breathing Technique is not much, it is enough to make Lu Yu faster than the Eagle team members whose physical strength is already exhausted.

Lu Yu entered the inside line and jumped high!

Olsen, who ran back to the basket ahead of time, closed his eyes and stood there, not looking at Lu Yu who was about to take off.

Lu Chaoyang stood up, Su Qun stood up, and Jessica stood up.

All the substitutes on the sidelines and Mark Foyo stood up.

"Boom!"

The basket vibrated.

Olson felt nothing but a gust of wind over his head.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Yu's legs were straddling his shoulders.

Ride buckle!

Lu Yuqi deducted Olsen!

The audience was boiling, and Olsen's provocation before the opening was seen by all the audience.

Lu Yu's riding buckle directly ignited the flames in their chests!
Just do it!
If he dares to provoke, I will ride him!
The Eagles players seemed to be stunned by Lu Yu's dunk that smashed Huashan.

Even old Mike forgot that he was supposed to stretch his cry.

Only the game time has ended on the scoreboard above the arena, and the dazzling score of 79:57 reminds everyone that the game is over.

"Sorry, I won."

Lu Yu glanced at the score and said to Aaron Olsen with a kind face.

Aaron Olsen felt humiliated, but he couldn't help shivering at the thought of being "beaten" by Lu Yu on the court just now.

Forget it, still can't afford it.

The score on the scoreboard made his face hot.

I originally thought that the Asian player on the counter would be able to knead the opponent at will, but the result was far from what I thought.

Looking at Lu Yu, who had entered the player tunnel, he couldn't help regretting in his heart that he would provoke him when he knew he shouldn't be on the court.

The announcer was right.

He is a gentleman!
However, what the announcer did not know was that this gentleman was wielding a death scythe in his hand!

Olsen suddenly remembered that in the warm-up game two days ago, another freshman named Gilbert Arenas from the University of Arizona he met was just as arrogant as No. 10 Lu Yu.

It's like, Gonzaga next, next, next opponent,
It's the University of Arizona.

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