Devil Fruit of the City

Although the score difference on the field was still four points, and the time was getting shorter and shorter, none of these could make Li Yiban feel at ease, and all the players had a dignified look on their faces.

Especially Mo Shaodong, who was dribbling the ball, had an extremely ugly face. Obviously, the ball that was slapped in the face by Tang Tianyou just now hadn't left his heart for a long time.

Tang Tianyou's thin and thin figure was pressing on them like a mountain, and they were so oppressed that they could hardly breathe. It seemed that if they were negligent, they would lose the whole game!

This extremely dignified atmosphere makes everyone's heart heavy, and you never know who will win in the next moment! ! !

At this time, the process of being repeatedly slapped in the face kept appearing in Mo Shaodong's mind, and his jealous anger burned all his reason, like a wounded beast, growling in a low voice: "I, Mo Shaodong, the No. 1 basketball player in H County No. 1 Middle School, how could he not be as good as you?! This is absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!"   Devil Fruit of the City 36

With a low growl, Mo Shaodong's eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulged, and with a decisive momentum, he rushed towards Tang Tianyou with the ball. His teammates were stunned. Brother Dong, what are you doing? Didn't it take time? ! You don't want to "suicide" do you? !

Mo Shaodong dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and when he came to Tang Tianyou, he couldn't help feeling unconvinced: Hmph, I don't believe that I can't beat you this time!

So Mo Shaodong dribbled the ball, intending to pass Tang Tianyou head-on, to prove his great basketball skills! Arranging flowers front and back, fake moves, zombie steps, time difference, small left and right steps, back-to-back dribbling... Mo Shaodong has used all his housekeeping skills!

But no matter how he faked or surpassed others, Tang Tianyou stuck to him like brown sugar, and no matter how he flicked, he couldn't get rid of his defense.

Mo Shaodong panicked, how could this happen? Didn't see how this kid moved? Why can't you shake it off?

The audience outside the court could clearly see that although Tang Tianyou's steps were small, they were just right, as if he could predict his direction in advance, blocking his attacking route early.

"If you can't shake it, hit it! I don't believe he can resist it!" Mo Shaodong gritted his teeth, he is a few heads taller than Tang Tianyou, are you afraid that he will make a fuss? !

But when he got up and started to bump, he suddenly found that Tang Tianyou in front of him had disappeared.

He couldn't hit someone, he staggered, he almost fell to the ground, and behind him, there was already a slight sound of a basketball hitting the net.

Another three-pointer!

Eighty-five to eighty-four!

The score difference is only one point!

There was explosive cheers from the audience, but the cheerleaders from class 1 shrugged their heads one by one, looking listless.

Mo Shaodong's face was as black as coal, and he walked back to the backcourt without saying a word. Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, the defender Zhao Dazhong almost froze, he quickly said: "Brother Dong, you don't need to Worry! There are only ten seconds left in the game, as long as we spend time in the backcourt, the victory still belongs to us!"

"You don't need to tell me, I know it too!" Mo Shaodong snorted coldly and said angrily. Seeing this, Zhao Dazhong smiled embarrassingly, and stopped talking.

Having said that, Mo Shaodong's eyes glowed again, and he thought to himself: Even if I can't beat you, basketball is a sport of five people after all, and your class is doomed to lose this game! "

So a new round of competition was about to begin. This time it was Zhao Dazhong holding the ball. He dribbled the ball slowly in the backcourt, swaying left and right.

Although he looked very leisurely, his spirit was tense, as if there was any trouble, he would immediately pass the ball, desperately delaying time.

Suddenly, a person rushed over in front of him, Zhao Dazhong tensed up, took a closer look, and then breathed a sigh of relief, what, it turned out to be Dai Gang, this kind of waste material, I can get rid of it with one hand. No pass. Suddenly, a look of disdain appeared on his face, obviously looking down on Dai Gang very much.  Urban Devil Fruit 36

But in the next moment, Zhao Dazhong's expression suddenly changed, because he found that three more people had come out from behind Dai Gang. Obviously, all the soy sauce four-member team of Wen Sixth Squad was dispatched to encircle him.

No matter how good a player is, he cannot easily face four people who are desperately defending him. Maybe someone can do it, but Zhao Dazhong is definitely not one of them!

"Although our basketball skills are not very good, we can't help much, but we are definitely not useless, at least we can grab the ball!" Dai Gang and the others thought a little ruthlessly.

Being ignored by the people in the first class already made them feel extremely aggrieved, and they even put on a look of looking down on them. This is simply a naked insult! As long as you are a man, you can't stand this kind of thing! At this moment, they were holding back a breath in their hearts, and wanted to vent it fiercely.

"Don't underestimate us! We want you to know that even a small person can play a huge role!" Dai Gang roared.

Four menacing people rushed towards Zhao Dazhong. Zhao Dazhong panicked and wanted to pass the ball on the spot, but it was too late. Eight big hands stretched out and almost surrounded his whole body. Gap for the pass!

There was a "snap"!

No man's land where the basketball is kicked to the side.

Mo Shaodong and the others were terrified. They never expected that such an accident would happen. They never expected that a few waste materials ignored by them would burst out with such power!

The four big guys from the first class rushed over desperately, trying to snatch the basketball back. The audience was stunned. No one thought that this game would be so dramatic!

But it was too late at this time, a very fast black shadow rushed over, as fast as lightning, no one knew when he appeared!

Tang Tianyou picked up the dropped basketball and ran forward.

Oops!

Looking at the back of Tang Tianyou galloping, the bad feeling in his heart was continuously magnified, Mo Shaodong~ suddenly looked at Tang Tianyou who was still accelerating in confusion, and thought to himself: Why didn't this guy just shoot What about three-pointers? Isn't that what he does best? Why even speed up?

"Could it be that he wants to dunk?!" This idea flashed through Mo Shaodong's mind, but after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he felt that it was impossible. Dunking is not something anyone can do.

Calculated according to the standard basketball stand stipulated by FIBA, the specifications of the backboard are 1.80 meters long, 1.05 meters wide (vertical height), 0.03 meters thick, and the bottom edge is 2.90 meters away from the ground. The basketball basket is 3.05 meters from the ground, and the closest point between the backboard surface and the inner edge of the blue circle is 15 centimeters.

That is to say, athletes have to jump at least 3.1 meters high to truly dunk. If it is calculated as the height standard of 1.75 meters for ordinary Chinese men, then he must at least jump to a height of 1.3 meters before he can barely "touch" the blue circle. If you want to slam dunk, you have to jump to a height of more than 1.4 meters before you can slam dunk!

And these are only calculated based on the shortest distance from the blue circle straight down to the ground. Generally, for dunks, the player has already jumped and dunked one meter or even one and a half meters away from the blue circle.

In this case, we can come to the conclusion that if a player with a height of 1.75 meters wants to take off and dunk at a distance of 1.5 meters, he must at least ensure that the takeoff height can be equal to his height, such an amazing height can be dunked!

On the other hand, the general standing jump height of ordinary men is no more than 1.2 meters, and the height of the approach jump is rarely higher than the upright jump, not the straddle jump of the high jump.

So, such a pass down. There are really very few humans who can really dunk. Not to mention, if a short man like Tang Tianyou who is only 1.58 meters tall can really do it, it will be the greatest miracle in the world!

Didn't make Mo Shaodong think too much—— Devil Fruit of the City 36

Tang Tianyou suddenly threw the ball up, and the ball was tumbling in the air, tumbling very fast, causing everyone to feel that the ball was slowly rolling upwards.

"What are you going to do?" Dai Gang suddenly shouted, we are desperately trying to grab the ball for you, not to make you mess around!

This question was asked by almost everyone present, and some people in the audience couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter - he missed a three-step layup, this Tang Tianyou is so talented!

These thoughts flashed through everyone's minds almost instantly, but Tang Tianyou immediately answered their questions with actions.

Looking at the eyeballs, Tang Tianyou paused a step forward. In this short period of time, he adjusted his feet and jumped up. Watching the rolling basketball slowly grow bigger in his eyes, Tang Tianyou let out a cry , Turned around and turned over, passing the basketball to the front of the basket first.

After a half-spin, Tang Tianyou grabbed the basketball that had flown in front of his head like magic, then sank his hands, held the ball on his waist, and then turned the basketball with his right hand alone, drawing a beautiful half circle, sideways The body smashed the basketball into the hoop!

"boom!"

The basket let out a painful moan. Under the groaning and rippling net, Tang Tianyou landed a little loudly, turned around and looked at the audience on the side of the basket, and roared loudly .

Dunk! ! !

"This... what is this?" Li Wei said to himself in a trance.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!" Zhao Dazhong beside him also stood there dumbfounded.

Mo Shaodong opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, but his lips were trembling.

Dai Gang stared blankly at the roaring Tang Tianyou, and said after a long time: "What a boy!"

Li Shiyin had already been distracted by Tang Tianyou's buckle, took a deep breath, and said, "Is this guy really 'Waste Material You'? How can he be so powerful?!"

I don't know when it started, that timid guy who was always submissive disappeared, replaced by a man like a hero!

Chen Feng covered his mouth, and his face was dumb. He wanted to make Tang Tianyou look ugly, but he didn't expect this guy to save the entire team like a savior. It's unbelievable!

The little Lai Feng was already moaning: "What is this? What did I just see?"

Fatty Chen Haonan didn't know what he should be laughing at. He shook his head and murmured: "God bless this kid, he's hiding too deep! You're so perverted!"

"Oh my god! What did I see just now?" Outside the arena, a boy in a white shirt suddenly yelled out of control.

Looking at the basketball that was still bouncing gently on the ground, Mo Shaodong's expression was very ugly, and he finally uttered a sentence: "Self-throwing, self-receiving, 180-degree windmill slam dunk?!"

"What is this, who is this guy? Why does Class Six of Wen have such a character?!" The audience couldn't help but have this question.