Starting from you are my glory

"You are so lucky, no one else is."

The tall man could only shake his head at this, "It's completely unreasonable!"

"As I said, as long as my shot is not blocked, I won't miss it!"

Yu Tu was very satisfied with the change in Coach Zhang's face. From the discomfort and displeasure at first hearing his words, to the shock after learning about the goal, it all showed on his face honestly.

The two tool men of their own team walked up to Yu Tu and stared at Yu Tu's right hand, as if they could find evidence of inhumanity or high technology on it just by widening their eyes.

"Don't waste time!"

Coach Zhang seized the opportunity and regained the energy he had not yelled just now, "Continue!"

Sun Zhe serves and Yu Tu receives the ball.

"How's it going? Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" The tall man stood ready, but still shook his head, "It's all luck, it's all illusory, it won't last a few goals."

"That's just not enough."

Yu Tu understood and put the ball in his left hand.

"I'm not left-handed."

"But I feel that even if I throw it with my left hand with a completely non-standard movement, the ball can still go in."

"Would you like to take a gamble?"

"I don't bet!" Yu Tu's actions were provocative in the eyes of the tall man. How could he be so contemptuous of others!

The tall man rushed towards Yu Tu with all his strength, "I'm going to guard you to death this time!"

Hanging cannot be prevented.

Yu Tu shook his head secretly, but he could also understand the tall man's mood. After all, after practicing hard for many years, his hit rate was not as good as his casual throwing, and he still showed such ease.

Anyone who sees it will be angry.

But this is the truth.

Looking at the tall man rushing towards me, looking at his burning eyes and determined expression.

Yu Tu sighed, held the ball in his left hand, turned his back to the defense, and then threw the ball towards the basket very casually.

"I'm not targeting you or provoking you."

"I'm just stating the facts."

"That's it, really."

"Whoa." After Yu Tu finished speaking, the ball was scored.

"What the fuck?!" This goal was completely unreasonable. Yu Tu had his back to the basket and he could just throw it in. What else is there to say?

It’s okay to use bad language, because I don’t know what else to say!

Coach Zhang's arms that were originally wrapped around him also relaxed. Yu Tu's actions just now were all in his eyes. There was nothing missing. There was no possibility of a goal, but it was scored. How can he explain it?

"It's unscientific!" Coach Zhang grabbed his already shiny forehead irritably and kept mumbling: "There is no vision, no shooting preparation, and no shooting gestures."

"Any ball thrown out will always go in!"

Yu Tu turned around and looked at the tall man's stubborn eyes, knowing that his unreasonable and unscientific goal tonight had turned his world upside down. His current stubbornness was still the same in his heart. tone.

That tone of thinking that he was just lucky and that's why he was able to score goals.

Sorry, it's not luck.

Yu Tu couldn't explain it, so he just stretched out his hand and asked Li Meng to throw the ball to him.

"Let's do this." Yu Tu walked to the center line and looked at the people who were still in shock. "Let me show it again."

"Whatever you think my goal was luck or something."

Yu Lu closed his eyes as he said this and started walking around and dribbling casually, "I just can score goals, that's the fact."

After finishing speaking, stand still, and then throw the ball casually.

He raised his hands high and opened them to the sky. When he heard the "swish" sound announcing the goal, Yu Tu opened his eyes and looked at the stunned crowd.

"Coach Zhang."

"I think there is no need to continue the trial."

"I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

"Goodbye."

Turning around and leaving, Zhai Liang and others, who were also stunned, left the indoor basketball gym.

Feeling the air and breath flowing outside, Zhai Liang shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

However, the unchanged picture let him know that he was not dreaming or hallucinating, but that it was real. The fact that he could throw a three-pointer with his eyes closed really appeared in front of him!

"I always thought that Liu Xiu, the son of the plane whom everyone joked about, was just an exception. It was an exception for thousands of years. Ethereal things like luck would always appear and disappear suddenly."

"But after seeing you tonight, I think you should be a son of the plane like Liu Xiu."

Zhai Liang's emotions are very complicated now. Yu Tu, who scored six three-pointers in a row, is the benefactor who saved himself from being subject to the bet and apologized to Qu Ming. But tonight, Yu Tu can score even if he throws the ball with his eyes closed. It's the devil who broke his basic understanding of the world for so many years!

"Just a joke."

"Liu Xiu is the founder of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu."

"I just shoot three-pointers fairly accurately."

After speaking, he took Qiao Jingjing's hand without giving them a chance to speak.

"It's still early now. I'm going to the library. Let's go first."

"He just left like that?!" After watching Yu Tu and Qiao Jingjing's backs disappear from their eyes, the few people who stayed there still didn't react.

"If I were as awesome as Yu Tu, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!" Sandbag exclaimed, "Let alone reading, if I can sit still, I have the strength!"

"I can drink all night long." Zhang Haifeng expressed his inner thoughts as a pure bystander.

"It's so unreasonable!"

"Just throw it away!"

"If Yu Tu goes to play a professional basketball game, what else will happen to the NBA?"

"No matter what kind of star you are or a super giant, if you hit dozens or dozens of three-pointers, who can still stand and watch him play?!"

"Just kneel down and it'll be fine!"

"Go back to the dormitory, go back to the dormitory." Sandbag became more and more excited as he thought about it, "Go back to the dormitory and have a nice chat!"

"go!"

People were divided into two groups, one for each male and female dormitory. Not only the boys were excited, but the girls were also very excited. Zhang Lulu took a lot of photos of Yu Tu. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Her mind was full of pictures, and she wanted to blend into her own. In the script.

"Coach?" In the indoor basketball hall, several tools were dispersed, especially the tall man who was guarding Yu Tu. His eyes were dull, and Sun Zhe and the others carried him to the dormitory.

Coach Zhang remained silent, lowering his head and thinking about something. Li Meng was also ready to go back, but he was afraid that Coach Zhang had something else to say to him, so he simply came over to ask.

"coach?!"

There was no response to the first call, but the second call with louder volume got a reply.

"what?"

Coach Zhang looked at Li Meng in front of him, "What's the matter?"

"fine."

Li Meng sighed in his heart, he was another difficult person to accept.

But he said: "Coach, if you have nothing to do, I will go back to the dormitory first."

"Where are they?" Coach Zhang finally came to his senses and looked around the field. He and Li Meng were the only two people left.

"We have cleaned up the venue and everyone has gone back."

"Okay, you go back." Coach Zhang's mind is now filled with Yu Tu and his completely unreasonable three-pointers. As a coach, he is now both frightened and frightened by the abilities Tu has shown. Emotions.

What’s amazing is the shooting percentage. With such a high defensive intensity, you can still score several times in a few shots. If you join the school team to participate in the competition, you must lose all confidence in shooting from the opposite side!

What scares and fears is also the hit rate. Although I was surprised tonight, Yu Tu actually only took a few shots in the battle. The hit rate can be attributed to luck, but if it is true, no matter what, as long as he can take the shot, he will How scary would it be to be able to score a goal?

Does such a person really exist?

Alone in the basketball hall, Coach Zhang fell into deep thought.