The Evil God is Invincible

The student who was about to catch the ball turned around in wonder, and saw Li Jun dribbling the ball like flying, striding past the other three and taking off, "Boom", the basketball hit the ball and scored.

Day, so awesome? All of a sudden, Li Jun's classmates widened their eyes, and the opposing players rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Now the opponent is serving the ball, just like the scene just now, the opponent's serving player just left the basketball, an arm stretched out in the air, and broke the basketball from the opponent's fingertips.

Then, dribble, pass, take off... "Boom", the basketball hits the basket and continues to score!

"Ah?" At this moment, the opposing player cried out in surprise.

"Wow!" The cheerleaders in my class exclaimed.

Li Jun turned around gracefully, and glanced at Huo Qianyu who was sitting on the stand with wide eyes. She was looking at her walking figure with a surprised expression, and Li Jun could feel her eyes moving with his figure.

But, unfortunately, Huo Qianyu didn't applaud wildly like other students, but just looked at her with surprised eyes. Kuang Xiaomei next to her put her mouth next to Huo Qianyu's ear, and she didn't know what the two of them were talking about.

The small forward is the most important scorer on the team. The most fundamental requirement for a small forward is to be able to score, and to score from a relatively long distance. When a small forward receives the ball, the first thing he thinks of is how to get the ball into the basket. He may rebound, but not necessarily; he may pass the ball well, but not necessarily; he may bounce well, but not necessarily; The basic job of a small forward is to score, score, and score again.

Small forward is the position that requires the lowest shooting percentage. Generally speaking, only 45% is considered qualified, and more than 40% is acceptable. Of course, there is a prerequisite for this, that is, he must be able to score. If a small forward scores seven or eight points per game and only hits 40% of his shots, then he might as well sit on the bench.

Having said that, why can the shooting percentage of small forwards be relatively low? Because he is the main scorer on the team, he often has to actively look for opportunities to shoot, stabilize the morale of the army at certain moments, or even single-handedly hit the opponent in a more difficult way to improve morale, and even give the opponent a head-on blow. Therefore, the small forward will have more opportunities to shoot, and it may not be a good opportunity, so he can allow his shooting percentage to be slightly lower, as long as he can score.

Now, Li Jun's substitute was the team's small forward. As soon as he received two balls, he scored six points in a row, and his shooting percentage was 100%.

This time it was the opponent kick-off. However, what was different from last time was that apart from one of the opponent's players kicking off off the field, the other four were all staring at Li Jun's front, back, left, right, and right sides. The eyes of these four people stared like bells at the same time, and they said to themselves, how do you get the ball this time?

Looking at the young white man standing in front of him, Li Jun suddenly smiled: "Hey, the four of you are all staring at me, is there anyone else catching the ball?"

The caucasian young man looked back at his companion who was holding the basketball and didn't know who to give it to, and made a slight wink. The teammates stuck on both sides of Li Jun's body immediately moved, and ran two steps forward to catch the ball. The one serving the ball breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and threw the ball to his teammate on the right.

The opponent player who received the ball looked at Li Jun who was still standing still, and couldn't help laughing. Start, dribble, shoot... I shoot... Hey, where is the ball?

What a strange thing, why was the ball cut off by that kid again? Li Jun was just a few meters away in front of him, with one hand behind his back, and one hand slapped the basketball in a chic way and sneered at him. Behind Li Jun, the young Caucasian man and his two teammates rushed over like leopards. Especially the caucasian young man, who is tall and has long legs, runs like flying, and his fingers are already close to Li Jun's back.

Li Jun suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, and raised his hand to throw the ball. Just when the young white man and his teammates didn't know what Li Jun's move meant, Li Jun used three technical moves in a row: oblique thrust, The player who escaped the opponent's block flew from the sideline to the basket; the alley-oop, caught the basketball thrown by himself in midair; the one-handed dunk, smashed the basketball in his hand to the basket below from the top down in midair basket. "Boom..." Another three-pointer! !

"Wow...the way he throws the ball is really cool, he looks like Michael Jordan..."

"Nonsense, much better than Jordan..."

"Just now, that Qiao Sen said that he is the Jordan of England, so there is no way to brag now, right?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, my girlfriend is sitting here. I've only known each other for two and a half days, and I'm cheering for other classes, how shameless..."

Huo Qianyu had two lines of clear tears streaming down her face, she sat there with her head bowed and said nothing. Kuang Xiaomei shook her shoulders and shouted anxiously: "Hey, Qianyu, what's wrong with you? Don't listen to their nonsense, let's go... Let's not watch it."

Huo Qianyu shook her head stubbornly, raised ###'s right hand to wipe her tears, her small mouths were tightly pressed together, and her big eyes were still staring at the court.

There are still 16 seconds before the end of the game. The score of the two teams is 79 to 81, and Li Jun is two points behind. As long as Li Jun makes another three-pointer, it is possible to overtake the opponent by one point.

The opponent is obviously aware of this, but is there any way to prevent Li Jun from scoring. This guy is too perverted. He can score goals as long as he serves, and he is almost unstoppable.

Although Li Jun played for only three minutes and only scored three goals, the pressure on the opponent's players was heavier than Mount Tai. Facing such an opponent, you have no way to prevent the score from changing.

On the court, a young Caucasian man stood beyond the sideline with a basketball and prepared to serve. When he stood at the serving position, his four teammates stood in the corners, one of them was facing out to catch the ball, while the other three surrounded him to face the players staring at Li Jun's side.

Li Jun was happy when he saw it. They wanted to use the time reasonably and delay it until the end.

Sure enough, it took five seconds for the young white man to serve the ball, and the player who received the ball was dribbling on the spot and didn't even think about passing the ball. According to the rules, after the attacking team takes control of the ball, it must dribble the ball into the opponent's half within eight seconds. The guy took the shot and started the pass in six seconds.

Since Li Jun and three players were standing behind the opponent to watch him shoot the ball, only one player stood under the basket waiting to intercept the opponent's attack.

The caucasian young man who had just served the ball stood a little behind the center line, stretched out his hand to catch the basketball passed by him, looked provocatively at Li Jun who was running over, and continued to shoot the ball.

There were less than four seconds left.

When Li Jun was not on the court, the white young man was invincible and had no opponents on the court. When Li Jun came on the court, he suppressed his light with only three balls. This person was not convinced by Li Jun from the bottom of his heart. We need to see if Li Jun is able to break the ball from his hands in such a short period of time. In his mind, even if Li Jun could really intercept the ball, he would definitely not make a shot within a second or two.

If so, they are sure to win here.

While he was thinking about his wishful thinking, Li Jun had already rushed in front of him, stretching out his big hand to snatch the ball from him. The young Caucasian man stood on one foot and turned his body 180 degrees. The ball in his hand passed from his crotch to the front of his body, and he used his back to block Li Jun's outstretched hand.

On the electronic display, the time is still two seconds and thirty.

However, Li Jun's arm turned in front of him in an absolutely unexpected direction. Through his body, it was as if eyes had grown in his hands, and he grasped the basketball accurately without touching his clothes or skin at all. The ball was already in Li Jun's hands. Li Jun's stature exploded on the spot, and the basketball flew towards the opponent's basket like an arrow from the string, and flew into the basket under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone.

The time on the electronic display was just reset to zero.

Li Jun smiled at the young white man and said, "Learn a bit, this is called strict time control." The young white man took a hard look at Li Jun and said loudly, "I don't accept it, I want to be with you." duel."

"Duel? Are you from the sixteenth century?" Li Jun turned and left with a smile, crossed his side to meet his teammates who wanted to hug him, and strode up to the stands.

"Xiao Qianqian, this thing is nothing fancy, follow me." Li Jun had already figured it out in his heart, don't bite if there are too many lice, don't worry if there are too many debts, he already has enough women, and he doesn't care if there is one more Huo Qianyu . But if I give up on her, I really can't bear it. It's better to make that white kid feel bad than make yourself feel bad.

"Hey, Li Jun, I've already decided that you will be the small forward and the main attacker in the college league." Just as Huo Qianyu raised her delicate face to stare at Li Jun, the physical education teacher followed Li Jun. Chased up behind his ass.

"Well... I don't play this kind of pediatric stuff. The main purpose of playing today is to make my girlfriend laugh. You should go to someone else!"

Huo Qianyu's face was frosty, she stared at Li Jun and asked, "What did you say, who do you say is your girlfriend?"

"Haha, it's you, my girlfriend is Huo Qianyu..." Li Jun said with a smile.

"Yeah..." As Kuang Xiaomei raised her fist and yelled, Huo Qianyu's petite body flew into Li Jun's arms, and her small fist hit Li Jun's chest like a drum: "You scoundrel, I call you deliberately ignore me."

"Haha, that's fine, that's much better than you deliberately using a foreign devil to yourself. Let me tell you, you are not allowed to get close to other men on purpose in the future. You must recognize me and know that I make you look good..."

"Hmm..." Huo Qianyu obediently leaned her head on Li Jun's shoulder, shedding tears of happiness.

"Hey, you guys won't just keep hugging like this. Typical people who value sex over friends, I don't care. I want to have a big meal at noon, otherwise I will always be a light bulb with you." Kuang Xiaomei, who stood beside them, finally Couldn't help but yelled loudly.

"Qianyu, what are you doing? Who is he?" Huo Qianyu blushed just as she got out of Li Jun's arms, when the white young man came behind them with a sullen face. Damn, it's just horrible, ###I'm not enough on the court, and now I'm trying to steal my girlfriend?

"Oh... Qiao Sen, I'm sorry. This is Li Jun, he is me..." Huo Qianyu tightly held Li Jun's hand, and proved her relationship with Li Jun to Qiao Sen with practical actions.

"Why? How is he better than me..." Qiao Sen was just about to say how he was better than me, but thinking of the scene on the basketball court, Qiao Sen stopped what he was about to blurt out in time, stared at Li Jun angrily and shouted: " No, I really want to fight you this time, and the victor is eligible to win the love of the beautiful Miss Huo, you are not a coward who dare not agree, are you?"

Li Jun looked at him and smiled, then turned his head and asked Huo Qianyu: "Honey, do you think I'm a coward?"

You Long weakly asked: Are there any flowers left, how many more will you give?