Naruto: Big Foodie

The three of them left the theater and walked to the side. After a few minutes, the three of them saw a fairly large outdoor basketball court.

There are a lot of three-on-three fights here, and of course it's half-time.

It can be seen that there are not only yellow people, but also black people and white people here. It seems that this is one of the basketball gathering places. Otherwise, in the big environment of Dongying, it is difficult to see so many people of various skins together. play ball.

"Go in." Yang Ming smiled as he watched the fierce duels in several venues.

"Okay." Nakiri Alice and the others followed, "By the way, Yang Mingjun, can you play basketball?"

"Of course I will, after all, basketball is a sport that many boys like." Yang Ming smiled.

"Otherwise, Yang Mingjun, you can try it." Alice Nakiri smiled, "I don't play basketball anyway."

"Try it in the past." Yang Ming glanced at several venues, his eyes lit up, "Okay, Feishazi, Alice, cheer for me."

At this moment, a boy in a field fell to the ground, clutching his thigh, he seemed to be sprained, and depending on the situation, he could not play the following game.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ming smiled and walked over directly.

"Yotai, are you alright, what's the matter." A tall young man said, looking at the young man covering his calf in pain.

"Hinata, I've sprained my leg. It looks like I can't participate in this competition." Yaota said painfully, "I'm really not reconciled. If I persevere, I might be able to defeat them."

This man named Yaotai looked at the opposite team. Those people were all black people, and Yaotai and his team were all yellow people. It seemed that for some reason, the two sides began to compete. Those black people were due to their physical fitness. It can be said that The ability at the basket is much better than them, but because their team has the presence of point guard Yaotai, the score between the two sides is tied. It can be said that without Yaotai, they would have been eliminated long ago.

"It's alright, Yota, you can rest well by your side, we will win." Hinata gritted his teeth, "I'll replace the other partners now."

"I'm not reconciled." Yaotai's eyes looked a little angry.

In fact, Yaotai is an all-star point guard at a well-known sports university in Dongying, which is why he can take players like Hyuga to compete with those black people.

And the origin of this conflict is that these black people laugh at their yellow race, and it is not material for playing basketball at all.

But Yaota couldn't refute this, because it was indeed the case.

But he also wanted to fight for the yellow race, and then decided that if they win, those black friends should solemnly apologize to them.

But now, it's all over now.

Without Yaotai's participation, they would only be a failure. It is just the third quarter, and the score between the two sides is 46-47. They are one point behind.

"Hello, there is no shortage of people here, can I participate in this game, I see that your defender is injured." A voice reached Hyuga and their ears at this time. .

This sound made Yota and Hinata stunned for a moment, then turned to look over, it was a young man.

The figure still looks tall, but the appearance is not very old.

"You can play basketball." Hyuga was stunned.

"Of course I can play basketball." That boy, Yang Ming, laughed as a matter of course.

He didn't know about Hyuga's bet with the black people.

"How about your skills?" Hyuga continued. For some reason, he seemed to have some kind of confidence in Yang Ming.

But he doesn't know Yang Ming anymore.

But for some reason, Hyuga felt that Yang Ming seemed to be very powerful.

"The technology is okay," Yang Ming said.

"Friends, are you still going to continue the game?"

"Is it good, there is no need to go on."

"Yeah, although I admit that you were tenacious in the first half, it seems that we are the only ones who won in the end."

"Sometimes luck is also part of strength."

Not far away, some black people looked at Hinata and they didn't do anything else, and they all said.

After all, even if you get injured and change players, it won't take that long.

"This." Hinata gritted his teeth. In fact, they are not an official team, they are substitutes, and they have no strength. They are just basketball enthusiasts. If they join them, there is no other possibility than failure.

No matter how much luck is useless, luck also needs to be built in front of strength.

But now he still has another choice, that is Yang Ming, this boy who looks like a boy, is a basketball lover, or is he really good.

And listening to the mocking voices of those black people not far away, Hinata gritted his teeth, "I'm Captain Hinata, you are welcome to join."

"My name is Yang Ming." Yang Ming stretched out his palm and held it with Hyuga.

Yaotai outside the field cheered, "Young Yang Ming, Hyuga, everyone, come on." Yaotai waved.

"I'll control the ball, give them a ball first." Yang Ming shouted to Hyuga.

"Okay." Hyuga nodded, he also wanted to see what Yang Ming's strength was like.

The easiest way is to know it through the game.

Hyuga kicked off the ball. After Yang Ming caught the ball, he dribbled it gently. The basketball fell to the ground with a thud. The familiar voice made Yang Ming laugh.

"Although I haven't played basketball for a long time, I still got used to it quickly." Yang Ming dribbled the ball past half court and looked at the black player defending in front of him.

"Do you know the power of streetball?" Yang Ming said in English, and then, under the inexplicable gaze of the black player, the basketball suddenly broke away from Yang Ming's palm~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smashed directly into the face of the black player, Under the stunned eyes of black players.

Yang Ming placed his palm on the basketball and pulled it gently. The basketball fell to the ground and bounced to the other side. Yang Ming had already passed through this person's defense.

"It's not that easy." Others quickly came over.

"Bang bang." The frequency of basketball continued to accelerate, Yang Ming passed through the two defending players like an electric light, and then the whole person rushed into the free throw line within one step.

A force filled Yang Ming's heart.

"Let's see what a real slam dunk is." Yang Ming exerted force on his right foot, and his whole body took off. Holding the basketball in his palm, he wanted to slam dunk.

"Don't think about it."

"You are too arrogant."

The two blacks jumped directly under the basket. Does this yellow race want to score so easily? They can't allow it.