fake basketball player

Chapter 90 Step on!Step on! !Step on step on step on step! ! !Down

Chapter 90 steps!Step on! !Step on step on step on step! ! !Down

Fatty made his first free throw.

However, no one cared about Fatty's goal, and thought it was a trick.

Only one person raised his attention, and that was Reggie Miller, standing in the back of the crowd.

Reggie Miller is known in the league for his shooting. It is a shooter at best, and a shooter at worst.

He is a man of knowledge, so he didn't pay much attention to it just now, but after Fatty's shot, he played smart all over his body and raised his attention. How could such an artistic free throw posture appear in Fatty who is not good at free throws? on the body?
What exactly is going on?Is it because people are prone to hallucinations when they get old?Unable to believe it, he opened his eyes again, and the focus of his eyes was completely on the fat man.

Reggie also looked at Fatty's body from top to bottom. Naturally, he didn't want to peek at Fatty's body. What he wanted to see was some details of Fatty's free throws, standing posture, leg strength, knee strength, hands and other movements. Even the moment when he fingered the ball, Reggie watched it carefully. On the contrary, Reggie didn't look at the ball thrown by the fat man. After watching this series of actions, he directly came to a conclusion: go in!
Sure enough, there was no difference from what Reggie had imagined. The basketball pierced through the sky, and finally smashed into the basket.

Looking at Fatty's pleasing free-throw posture and listening to the pleasant sound of "washing", Reggie was a little intoxicated, and there was a little voice in his voice, "Oh. So beautiful!!!"

At some point, Carlisle, who had come behind Reggie, wanted to check how the fat man made free throws, but seeing Reggie getting hot, he couldn't bear Reggie's 'sow', so he pushed him, "Hey. Reggie, what are you doing?"

Reggie was pushed by Carlisle, and he woke up in time. Seeing that it was Carlisle, he also returned to his original appearance. Looking at the doubtful Carlisle, he also asked Carlisle to watch the fat man's free throw, "Look!"

"What are you looking at?" As he said, he also followed Reggie's index finger to look at the fat man standing directly on the free throw line, making free throws one after another. The machine usually has exactly the same free throw posture every time it takes a shot, and the sound of "shabu", "shabu" and "shabu" sounds every time.

Fatty shot continuously, at least ten times, and hit all ten free throws without exception.

This time, the old guy Carlisle was also stunned, just as the fat man had expected before. Carlisle's eyes widened, his jaw almost fell to the wooden floor, with an unbelievable look.

It's not that he hasn't seen people with accurate free throws, but he didn't expect that fat people can be so accurate.

The fat man was beyond his expectation, it's only been a few days since he played the game.

Not even three days.

Fatty's free throw went directly from hell to heaven. This change also made Carlisle feel incredible.

And the people who had been waiting to see Fatty's good show just now, seeing Fatty's accurate shooting like a mechanical stopwatch, this time they were really stupid, completely stunned, and their jaws almost dropped in surprise. On the ground, Jones, who had a slight cold, had milky white sticky snot coming out of his nose and forgot about it. The snot flowed down, and he just inhaled lightly, reluctant to leave the fat man for half a step, and he was completely stupid.

David Harrison is also stupid, he still hasn't figured out what's going on?How can it be?How can this be?This, this, how is this possible?

How did he do it.

How can he do it?

David Harrison kept shaking his head, unable to believe it was real.

He could never have imagined that Fatty, who made a good one of 10 free throws in the past, made 21 of his 20 free throws in this game.

Only one goal was missed on 21 field goal attempts.

It's already hard to happen, and all this happened to the fat man, how can you make David Harrison believe that he kept shaking his head, his eyes widened, and his face was full of panic, "No, no, this is not Might be true."

"It's absolutely impossible."

Fatty's free throws seem to improve overnight, as if he has no money to buy rice, but you see him on the "Time" magazine the next day and become the richest man in the world. Is this possible?
How do you make him believe.

But in the face of absolute facts, David Harrison had no choice but to believe.

What's ridiculous is that just now David Harrison also claimed that if the fat man can hit 20 of [-] balls, he will lose.

However, the fat man completed these 21 shots with 20 free throws.

Isn't this a slap in the face for him?
What annoyed David Harrison was that the fat man who was making free throws felt sleepy after making free throws, and he was bored and closed his eyes to make free throws.

It's fine if you don't warm up, it's fine if you don't wear sportswear, but you still perform in front of yourself, make free throws blindfolded, isn't the fat man looking down on people?
That's right.Fatty really looked down on David Harrison's free throws, not to mention David Harrison, who was a recruit like himself, and now looking at the entire league, there is no one who can make Chen Sledgehammer pay attention to free throws.

He doesn't look down on anyone.

Don't ask me why the fat man is so stubborn.

If you were alone for ten years and just practiced free throws, you would do the same.

It is said that it has been ten years of sharpening a sword, and the fat man has also been honing free throws for ten years. At this time, it is naturally time to unsheath.

"rinse"

"brush"

"rinse"

After passing the hurdle of 20, Fatty's streak continued, and everyone's eyes were also attracted by Fatty's free throws.

Their heads also swung from side to side following the fat man's free throw.

Fatty's success is still going on, and the threshold of 20 has passed 30.

30 passed 40.

When Fatty made consecutive hits, everyone present counted the last ten balls together, "41,

42,
43…”

For some balls, Fatty hadn't even made a shot yet, but they called out ahead of time.

"46,

47,
48…”

There is one last time left, Fatty's eyes are still slightly closed, even so, but this does not affect Fatty's free throw, tiptoes lightly, power is transmitted from bottom to top, taking advantage of the trend, Fatty's wrist is lightly pulled, and the basketball is rolling The ball flew out from the tip of the fat man's index finger, and at the moment the ball was released, the corner of the fat man's mouth showed a strange smile, and his eyes opened in good time. After the fat man's last shot, he was still very arrogant just now, thinking that he could do it. Thirty David Harrison, who got the fat man with the ball, couldn't hold it up and fell limp to the ground.

Fatty threw the basketball hollow into the net, and there was a crisp sound of "Swap!!!", and this crisp sound was accompanied by Fatty's indifferent voice: Vulnerable! ! !
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