C214 Three Goals Set a Win or Lose
C214 Three Goals Set a Win or Lose
"Number 99, bucket!"
"Number 99, bucket!"
"…"
They all cheered in unison.
The match had already begun, with the Japanese passing the ball as if they wanted to follow Wu's lead, and one of the opposing team members had passed the ball to Inoue Mokushitahe from a distance.
It had to be said that this guy had great physical fitness and skill in carrying the ball. He'd fought three matches in a row and made it into the half-time zone.
"Everyone save your energy, get him to come at us."
Seeing one of the team members trying to intercept them, Zhang Yang opened his mouth to stop them. What he needed to do now was not to score a quick basketball, but to completely crush the team's morale with three shots.
Just now, the first goal was to fill the air with baskets!
After hearing Zhang Yang's call, the other team member subconsciously avoided Zhang Yang's figure and chose to believe him.
On the other hand, Inoue Mokushitahe knew Chinese. Originally, he was prepared to imitate Zhang Yang and bring back his dignity. However, upon hearing Zhang Yang's arrogant voice, he was stunned for a moment before becoming furious. This was an undisguised humiliation and disregard!
"Eight …" "Bastard!"
With the ball in hand, Inoue Mokushitahe was like a mad beast as he viciously stared at Zhang Yang. Seeing Zhang Yang charge towards him, he grinned evilly and quickly moved to the left.
Obviously, he didn't want a long shot, but he also wanted a beautiful guy who could score in the dunk.
Zhang Yang glanced at him and then made a gesture that made everyone dumbfounded.
Swish.
Not only did he not stop Inoue Mokushitahe, he even took the initiative to open up a path and turned around at the same time.
This...
What kind of rhythm?
Seeing this scene, not only were Ge Wu and the other team members stunned, but even the audience was puzzled. Everyone could tell that Zhang Yang had taken the initiative to let the other side win.
Could it be that this fellow is a traitor and a traitor?
Only Inoue Mokushitahe didn't think so. In his opinion, the opponent's reaction was slow and couldn't stop him at all. After rushing past, he didn't stop at all. He took three steps forward and knocked on the basket.
In fact, he really wanted to use the basket to save face, but he didn't have absolute confidence. He could only dunk. Strictly speaking, there wasn't much difference between a dunk and a dunk. It was just that the visual effects were different.
"Whiz!"
His body soared into the air, grabbed the ball with one hand and hacked down like a war axe.
However, just as Inoue Mokushitahe was about to shoot, he felt a cold breeze behind him as the basketball approached closer to the basket.
"Get down!"
This was followed by an explosive shout, followed by a loud bang.
However, everyone could only watch as this incomparably arrogant face-smacking scene unfolded before their eyes!
The moment he started shooting, Zhang Yang also jumped up like a bolt of lightning. He arrived before Zhang Yang and raised his arm to slap the basketball away.
Inoue Mokushitahe never imagined that Zhang Yang would stop him by swatting a fly at the most crucial moment. No, this was already beyond the realm of stopping. This was a humiliation, an undisguised humiliation.
"Wah!" Aaah! "Idol, Idol!
"Holy shit, this guy is too awesome. So it was all done intentionally."
"Domineering, too domineering. Oh right, I wonder what the name of this new student is. I am prepared to devote my life to him."
"Hua Chi, why would I fall for you? I'll comfort you with my chrysanthemum …"
The entire basketball court was instantly set ablaze. Roars and screams filled the air. Many people raised their eyebrows and tried to guess Zhang Yang's identity.
Under the explosive cheers, Zhang Yang and Inoue Mokushitahe landed on the ground at the same time.
"Eight …"
Inoue Mokushitahe was like an angry bull, breathing heavily and waiting angrily for Zhang Yang. If eyes could kill, Zhang Yang would have been hacked into pieces.
Zhang Yang didn't even look at him. Covering up to smack flies was for the second ball!
Looking at the cheering crowd around him, Zhang Yang somehow started to like college life. This atmosphere was once a dream of his.
"Zhang Yang, you're too awesome. Hahaha, from now on, you are my good brother, Ge Wu!" Ge Wu ran over quickly and knocked heavily on Zhang Yang's shoulder twice. His face was full of sincere excitement.
"Okay, then you are also my, Zhang Yang's, brother."
Zhang Yang was not a Ancient Fighter, and he would not look down on ordinary people.
"Alright, let's all work hard." Another team member ran over, "Zhang Yang, the rest of our defense is up to you."
"No problem." Zhang Yang nodded, "If they pass anyone in the future, you don't have to stop them. I guarantee that they won't score a single goal!"
"Go for it!"
"Go for it!"
The five shouted in unison.
On the other side, Inoue Mokushitahe had his hat on. The other four team members' expressions became ugly, each and every one of them looked dejected like an eggplant being beaten. They didn't know if they could score another goal in the next match.
"What are you guys doing? Get into position, get ready to serve!"
Inoue Mokushitahe shouted angrily in Japanese, "We are leading the competition now, but the final victory will still be ours. Everyone, be on high alert."
With his reminder, the four team members all came back to their senses. Their eyes lit up, right, it was 72 to 103, their side was more than 30 points ahead of the others. As long as they persevered until the end of the match, so what if the other team's fights were brilliant, they would still lose in the end.
Thinking of this, everyone braced themselves and passed the ball to Inoue Mokushitahe again.
In fact, Inoue Mokushitahe was faintly aware that even though he said something encouraging, the team members' moods had changed. At this time, he had to stand up and do something to turn the situation around and restore morale.
Otherwise, it wasn't impossible for him to lose.
This time, Ge Wu and the other team members only stopped them for a moment. Inoue Mokushitahe and Zhang Yang once again went into a one-on-one battle, attracting the attention of the audience.
As Inoue Mokushitahe looked at the other person's charging figure, all sorts of exceptional movements and techniques flashed across his mind.
His first thought was not to outdo others, but to stop them from performing.
After a few fake moves, Inoue Mokushitahe tried to break through to the right.
However.
The moment they charged forward, Zhang Yang, who was originally on the left side, appeared at an incredible angle to the right and blocked Inoue Mokushitahe's path.
Inoue Mokushitahe's expression changed. He instantly took a step back, turned around, and slid to the right with his back towards Zhang Yang.
However …
When he was about to turn around, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that Zhang Yang was like a ghost. Zhang Yang had already walked to the right side and was waiting for him with a smile.
Whoosh!
Inoue Mokushitahe suddenly stopped spinning. He turned left, trying to break through to the left. However, the moment he turned around, Zhang Yang had already arrived in front of him.
At that moment, Zhang Yang gave him the feeling of a mountain. There was no way to break through, and he failed three times in a row.
However, Inoue Mokushitahe could not accept this fact.
"I don't believe you!"
These words were shouted out in Chinese. After shouting, Inoue Mokushitahe glared at him and tried to break through.
But... Before he could finish, the basketball in his hand was slapped to the ground with a bang.
"I do!"
Inoue Mokushitahe was slightly surprised. He didn't see the other side make a move just now, but he quickly reacted and subconsciously snatched the ball away.
However, it was already too late.
"Whiz!"
Zhang Yang flashed past him like a shadow and grabbed the basketball in one go. Without even looking, he used the strength of the ball to spin his body and threw it outwards.
Weng! *
The basketball flew in a high parabola and headed for the other end of the net.
Everyone's eyes followed the spinning basketball in mid-air, their heads turning from left to right!
"Bastard! Do you think you're a god of balls?!"
Inoue Mokushitahe, who was robbed of the ball, roared in indignation. However, his voice stopped very quickly, and his ferocious expression turned into disbelief and shock.
"Clang!"
This time, the sound was more shocking than ever. The basket shook violently as if it had been hit by an iron rod, and the basketball fell through the basket in an incomparably barbaric and crude manner.
Everyone was dumbstruck. The entire basketball court was completely silent. There was only the sound of the basketball bouncing.
Super long range shooting, it's for the third goal, three goals to destroy the morale, three goals to determine the win!
"Too awesome …"
"Too crude …"
A girl in the stands was trying her best to hold the arm of another girl beside her. The girl breathed in with her mouth wide open, stars shining in her eyes. It was unknown whether it was pain or excitement, but she couldn't say a word.
Whether it was the members of both sides on the field, or the spectators in the stands, they already didn't know how to express their feelings anymore. They collectively fell into a state of shock, unable to extricate themselves.
Ultra long range shooting.
Twenty-five meters? Twenty meters?
Such thoughts rapidly flashed through everyone's minds. In the next moment, all of their emotions were ignited. They stood up and shouted excitedly, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
As for Ge Wu and the rest, they ignored him and quickly surrounded Zhang Yang. Then, the four fellows pushed him down onto the ground … It howled like a wolf.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't mind this. He had never been an unreasonable person. It could be seen that the team members were happy from the bottom of their hearts … It was just that the smell of sweat was too pungent.
On the other side, Inoue Mokushitahe and the other four players didn't pick up the ball. They looked as if they had been struck by lightning. They stood there blankly, looking at the celebrating crowd.
This... Impossible!
How the f * ck is this possible!
A tsunami of cheers sounded in his ears. Inoue Mokushitahe crazily bit his head as if he couldn't believe what just happened.
After all, the distance from here to the opposite basket was more than 20 meters. How could he hit the target directly?
Blind!
Yes, it must be a coincidence!
Inoue Mokushitahe comforted himself, but he still subconsciously looked up at the score and schedule.
Points, 73 to 103, time, 10 minutes countdown!
He had to win!
Inoue Mokushitahe's eyes were bloodshot as he pierced his finger into his palm.
After a short period of revelry, the match began again.
Although there was still a huge difference in the score between the two teams, due to Zhang Yang's three consecutive strong and arrogant pressure, the Japanese team members clearly lost their confidence. Inoue Mokushitahe didn't dare to fight Zhang Yang alone and instead passed the ball to his teammates.
The team member who was trying to catch the ball, fearing that it would break, did not dare to stay. He hurriedly chose the three-point jump and was sent flying by Zhang Yang once again.
In the following matches, the Japanese team didn't score another goal. Inoue Mokushitahe was beaten eight times in a row by Zhang Yang, shot twice in the basket, and then got capped three times. After that, his performance was as if he was sleepwalking.
There was no need to mention the rest of the team members. They were all dispirited, as if they had lost their souls and could not muster up any morale.
On the other side, it was the opposite. Ge Wu and the others were in high spirits. They had been humiliated a lot in the previous three rounds. Now that they got the chance to beat the crap out of him, they naturally wouldn't miss it.
The score gradually drew closer and then came to a draw.
With Zhang Yang's air catch-up, the school team finally led with 105 to 103. The people who wanted to know quickly discovered that since the fourth quarter, the Japanese team had not received a single point.
"Basket!" "Basket!"
"Ninety-nine, ninety-nine!"
Seeing that Zhang Yang had suddenly exploded once again, they all stood up and applauded loudly. They did not know Zhang Yang's name and could only crazily shout out the number of the uniform.
Thus, Zhang Yang's first appearance at Jiangdu University was able to make many remember his appearance this way.
"Student Lu Daji, inform Zhang Yang in a bit. Report to me tomorrow morning at 8 AM."
Tang Yu said lightly from the front of the stands. She then stood up and walked out, a trace of inexplicable radiance appearing on her flawless face.