pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 114 101% Hit Rate
He's a greedy guy.

He wants to enjoy the No.1 position exclusively.

"Mu Chenfeng! Don't think about anything, just throw the ball!" Alice was so excited that she almost rushed into the field.

However, at this moment, Mu Chenfeng had completely entered the realm of selflessness, and under his full concentration, he could not hear any sound from the outside world.

All he could hear was the beating of his own heart.

"This is the 100th ball." Facing the record, Mu Chenfeng still couldn't help but think wildly. This is the reaction that normal people would have. It was better than James Bryant also having distracting thoughts during the 100th ball. As a result, his record stayed at 99 balls, which has become a regret he has remembered so far.

Mu Chenfeng found the position where James fell three years ago. He didn't want to be the second person to fall here.

"It's here again." Louis experienced this scene three years ago. He felt the same for James' regret, but he didn't think 99 was an imperfect number. On the contrary, it was the number closest to perfection. Perfection does not exist in this world.

Create new history or share No.1, each has a 50% possibility.

If the ball is in the hand, you can only score or not.

Mu Chenfeng tried his best to lower his heartbeat, took deep breaths to adjust his tense nerves, and let himself relax.

His heartbeat was steady, but his hands came to join in the fun again, the nervousness made his hands numb and cold.

"He has been adjusting for too long." After 30 seconds, Mu Chenfeng was still standing on the free throw line without taking a shot.

After another 30 seconds, still no shot.

"He must have fallen asleep." Henry joked.

"This ball is very important, it is necessary to be cautious."

"This is not cautious, it is obviously nervous."

"What's wrong with being nervous? It's normal. If it were you, you might pee your pants."

The other party was stunned speechless.

What he said was completely reasonable. After all, he hadn’t really stood in Mu Chenfeng’s position, so it was difficult to put himself in his shoes and feel his feelings. Those who made sarcastic remarks probably would never have the chance to stand in Mu Chenfeng’s current position in their entire lives.

After a long period of silence, Mu Chenfeng finally made a move.

"It's coming!" Everyone closed their mouths, stared at Mu Chenfeng with wide eyes.

After taking two shots of the ball, Mu Chenfeng made preparations for shooting.

"Just take two shots, is it really okay?" Alice worried, he could use a few more moves to adjust the feel.

"This is his rhythm." Louis said, "It doesn't matter how many times you take the ball, the important thing is to find the rhythm. If you can find the rhythm smoothly, you can do it even if you don't dribble."

Mu Chenfeng put his feet forward and backwards, with the toes of his front feet on the free throw line, and took a step back with his back feet. His lower body was firmly planted, and then he slowly lowered his knees, accumulating strength, and then his upper body, holding the ball firmly with both hands, facing the basket, his eyes like a falcon, locking on to the basket.

"Huh~" exhaled, and lifted the ball, the upper limbs and the body reached a 90° angle, the upper arm and the forearm also formed a 90° angle, and the forearm and the wrist also maintained a 90° angle.Standard three 90° shooting positions.

Push the knees together and push the body upwards. When the knees are fully straightened and the heels are slightly off the ground, the angle of the upper body gradually expands until it is completely straight. With a flick of the wrist, a strong backspin is applied to the basketball, and the basketball is delivered steadily into the flight track.

"This is interesting." Before seeing the result, Louis turned and left. He already knew the result from Mu Chenfeng's shot.

"The 100th goal! Goal!!!" The moment the basketball went into the basket, everyone rushed into the field excitedly, celebrating.

Mu Chenfeng surpassed James Bryant and became No.1 in consecutive [-]-goal hits.

A charming smile finally appeared on his face, and this smile dissipated all the pressure.

"Can I vote again?" After a short celebration, Mu Chenfeng suddenly became serious.

"It should be possible." Alice hesitated, and did not immediately agree because there was no precedent.

"Isn't 100 goals not enough? Doesn't he have a 100% hit rate? Why do you have to interrupt your hit record?" Mu Chenfeng's decision is confusing. He can obviously retire with 100 goals and a 100% winning rate.

"100% is not enough, I want 101%." Mu Chenfeng was full of confidence, and before the feeling was completely cooled, he wanted to try an unprecedented shock.

"You have to think clearly, 100% hit rate is a very high honor." Alice reminded kindly, she did not suggest Mu Chenfeng to continue to cast.

"100% hit rate is meaningless." Mu Chenfeng said freely. In his opinion, these ultimates are just vanity and have no value at all. He only cares about what he wants to do.

"Do you think you'll have a chance to shoot like that in the future?"

"I'm afraid I can't." Mu Chenfeng's answer proved that he was still very rational, and he didn't make the decision to continue challenging just because of a moment of heat, "That's why I want to challenge."

This may be the only chance in his life to get so close to 101, and he doesn't want to leave regrets for himself.

"Okay." Alice didn't insist anymore, and agreed to Mu Chenfeng's request.

With this ball, Mu Chenfeng completely lost the pressure, and all he was left with was enjoyment.

It was the only time he shot with a smile on his face.

"What? You said that the Chinese player named Mu Chenfeng hit 101 goals in a row?" On the other end of the phone, James Bryant put down his coffee, and his leisurely lunch break was interrupted by a phone call.

"That's right, and it's a 100% hit rate, not 101%."

There was no sound on the phone, and there was a hint of excitement in James' eyes. As the predecessor of the continuous hit record, he attached great importance to this record. He would pay attention to this link every time, but the level of those people was far from his own, and they were not enough to threaten the record.

He didn't expect that there would be a threat this year, and he broke his own record as soon as he came up, and even raised the record by two.

This is clearly a declaration of war against him!

"Mu Chenfeng." James Bryant whispered to himself.

"Yes, Mu Chenfeng."

"Martin is right. This year's training camp is interesting." James actually had the idea of ​​meeting this Chinese boy for a while.

In the record column of the Hilltop Stadium, James Bryant was squeezed to the second place for the first time.

"Congratulations, 101%." Alice was the first to send blessings to Mu Chenfeng.

"Thank you." Mu Chenfeng was calm on the surface, but his heart was still very surging. When he shot for the 101st time, he was still a little bit uneasy. He said he didn't care about the records, but who could really care, especially Mu Chenfeng is the kind of person who is very fancy about the results and statistics.

"One hour lunch break, free training in the afternoon."

(End of this chapter)