basketball craftsman

Chapter 141 T.182: Each other

With the last 23 seconds left before the end of the game, the red team made a full-court press to regain the ball, and Meng Xiaodong's pass assist also sent ammunition to the score. The inside line was taken away, and the red team chased to 42:44, only two points away Difference.

"Wow!" Shi Qianqian clapped his hands vigorously and cheered, Chen Chaohai and Cheng Wu clapped their hands and shouted: "Good job!!"

"I actually chose to assist..." Ouyang Yuchen bent over and panted, Zhang Wenjun nodded, "The inside line on the opposite side is too strong, we were broken through the basket if we didn't pay attention..."

"Everyone hold your breath." Ye Fan commanded calmly, "If the last goal is scored, the victory will still be ours."

"Come on!" The blue team adjusted their state and made the final attack. When Zhu Chengshao served to Zhang Wenjun, Li Ying made a decisive foul. After reaching the free throw line, I adjusted for a while and shot the basketball, but there was still a lot of deviation and I missed the shot. The second free throw was prepared for a while and finally scored, the score was 42:45!The red team requested a final timeout.

"It's the last shot!" Yang Hao said after drinking water, "It's still 3 points away, there is no other way, we can only shoot a three-pointer."

"En." Chen Chaohai turned his eyes to Meng Xiaodong and said, "Let him vote, we will create opportunities for you."

"Okay." Meng Xiaodong re-entered the court after a short break. The red team served from the sideline to Li Ying, and the next second immediately transferred to Meng Xiaodong who was outside the three-point line on the wing. Zhang Wenjun was expected to press close, but Meng Xiaodong chose more decisively. When he made the shot, he held the ball in both hands and shot it quickly. The long trajectory of the basketball was like a rocket flying to the moon!

"Oh my god, this ball..." Zhang Wenjun turned around and couldn't believe such a hasty shot. Ye Fan, who saw the trajectory of the basketball, shouted: "I won't make it! Grab the rebound!!"

"Bang!" Sure enough, as expected, the basketball hit the left side of the basket and missed the shot. Ye Fan jumped up to catch the ball and was snapped off by Chen Chaohai. The talented Shangguan Jinnan saw the timing and grabbed the rebound to end attack!

"Got it!!" Shangguan Jinnan quickly passed a pass to Zhang Wenjun to counterattack. There was not much time left. Zhang Wenjun stepped forward and sent the basketball to the half court. Basketball in hand!
"Foul!" Ling Lan whistled decisively, "Red Team No. 9 fouled! Two free throws!"

"My God..." The people present were surprised, Yang Hao asked hesitantly: "Xiaodong, why did you foul Yuchen... That guy is so accurate in free throws!"

"Yeah..." Li Ying also felt that the foul was wrong, Meng Xiaodong wiped his nose and said, "He can't make the shot."

"..." The people present were even more puzzled when they heard Meng Xiaodong's words. Ouyang Yuchen adjusted his glasses and said, "Hehe, I've been underestimated all of a sudden... I dare not say anything else. I won't lose when it comes to free throws." to anyone."

Ling Lan also felt that Meng Xiaodong's foul this time was very inappropriate, because in terms of free throws alone, Ouyang Yuchen was the most confident person in the team, and his shooting percentage was even higher than Meng Xiaodong himself. Under the current situation, 44 :47, in the last 10 seconds, as long as Ouyang Yuchen makes another shot, there will be no suspense about the outcome.

Ling Lan took the basketball and walked to the basketball hoop. The players from both sides stood on both sides. Ouyang Yuchen dribbled the ball twice and looked at the basket. It's a shame, it's a pity."

Ouyang Yuchen aimed at the basket and shot a free throw in his hand. The basketball trajectory flew towards the target and hit the front of the basket with a "clang" sound... "Oh my God, I didn't make it!" After missing a free throw, Zhang Wenjun sweated and asked, "Is Meng Xiaodong really sure about this?"

Probability event? ?Ouyang Yuchen frowned and stared at the basket with complicated emotions. From his past free throws, he should have hit every shot just now. The distance, strength, direction, and calculations were all very accurate and without deviation... What exactly was Meng Xiaodong doing? Why would he foul himself, and bluntly say that he can't make a shot?
Ouyang Yuchen was preparing for the second free throw. After receiving the pass from Lily Lane, he dribbled the ball three times on the spot. He bent his calf and raised the ball with his left hand to assist him. He could no longer follow the standard textbook free throw action, and threw the basketball in his hand steadily...

"Bang!!!"

An incredible scene appeared!The basketball hit the front of the basket again! !

"Damn, there is a chance!!" Chen Chaohai jumped up and took off the rebound, the mad dog bites his flesh and goes crazy!

"This is impossible!" Ouyang Yuchen was still deeply silent in the quagmire of his missed two free throws. The red team immediately launched a counterattack, "Hurry up and defend Yuchen!" Zhang Wenjun shouted anxiously, the ball has passed halftime, Li Ying quickly broke through and passed the ball to the high position Meng Xiaodong. The timing seemed to be firmly grasped. Meng Xiaodong took a step back and shot the basketball from the three-point line...

"It's a shot!!" "It's a three-pointer!" "God will it be scored!" "This..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the shadow of the basketball roared past, and the eagle hit the sky, like an intercontinental missile that blasted through the net with precision strikes, and the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes! ! !
"Oh my god! We got in!!!" Everyone in the audience was amazed, Ling Lan pressed the timer in her hand in disbelief: the game was over, and Meng Xiaodong's three-pointer at the buzzer finally forced the score. Laping, an incredible performance.

"Wait a moment!!"

Just when the red team members were silent in joy, Zhu Chengshao raised his hand and shouted: "This goal is only counted as two points! I saw Meng Xiaodong stepped on the line!" Without paying attention to the situation under his feet, he stepped forward and asked, "Idiot, did you step on the line just now?"

Meng Xiaodong scratched his head with a confused look on his face, nodded after a while and said, "Ah, we still lost."

"Did you really step on the line??" Ling Lan felt very regretful and continued to ask. Ye Fan stepped forward and said, "Regardless of whether the last ball stepped on the line or not, I think there is no point in continuing to decide the outcome."

"En." Shangguan Jinnan nodded and walked behind Meng Xiaodong, "You performed really well in this competition."

"Hehe..." Yang Hao stretched his waist as if relieved, and Li Ying who was beside him turned her head and stroked her chin and asked, "Hey, why did Yuchen miss two free throws just now? Is it just a new thing?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wenjun came over to ask Ouyang Yuchen without thinking about it, and he seemed to have found the trick of the free throw just now: Ouyang Yuchen took off his glasses and curled his mouth to understand the mystery. He raised his hand and asked Meng Xiaodong: "When did you find out about this? Meng Xiaodong."

(End of this chapter)