Urban Young Fairy

"what did you say!"

When Jiang Sizhen heard Lin Yi’s words, his face changed: “Let me apologize to Chu Han’s girl, but also call him?”

"You have a funny show! I rely!"

In the middle of a meal, Jiang Sizhen is a relatively mixed student. After all, there is money in the family, and the person is handsome, handsome, and romantic. It is easy to attract a group of girls.

And Chu Han, learning is okay, basketball is also okay, looks good, and there are some girls in the school to pursue, just compared to Jiang Sizhen, or worse than the other.

If Jiang Sizhen really confessed to Chu Han’s hoe, and called him screaming, once it was passed out, Jiang Sizhen couldn’t mix it in Bai Nanyi.

This is to put the face on the bottom of the feet of the people, let people step on it.

"Don't dare?" Lin also browed slightly: "I don't take advantage of you. You have three men here. Each one gives you three balls, one-on-one, or one of them." Lose a plate, even if I lose."

Single-on-one, or one pick three!

The language is not surprisingly endless.

When I heard Lin Yi’s words, Chu Han’s people were all a glimpse.

Chu Han stepped forward and pulled Lin’s wrist. He looked anxious: “Mom, don’t you, don’t you bring yourself into the pit?”

"Jiang Sizhen, the kid is not technically good, but the other two people, their ball skills are very good, you play like this, there is no chance!"

Although Lin also cast a beautiful shot, but that ball can only explain the standard of Lin Yitou.

However, single-on-one, even single-to-many, this way of playing in the game, the accuracy of shooting is not the key is not the key, the key is whether you can get the ball, there is no chance to take the ball to shoot.

There are too many interference factors.

Although Chu Han feels that Lin also has a lot of improvement in his skills, he has just played with those people and understands the strength of those people.

If Lin is also on the court, most of them will lose very badly.

"Don't, count me, it's four." The poem blue on the side looked at this side, and compared to Lin, four fingers.

Hearing the voice of Shi Lan, Jiang Sizhen still had some hesitation, and suddenly he was in a hurry: "Oh! I should! It is not cheap for you, single-on-one, we have four here, start from me, come on!" ”

"According to what you said, you lose a plate, even if you lose!"

When Jiang Sizhen finished speaking, he looked back and looked at Juxingan and Wu Zhanjun. He smiled and smiled: "Ang, military brother, can you see this?"

"Yes." Juxingan nodded.

"Oh, I can't see it, the kid is still crazy." Wu Zhanjun brows a pick.

Chu Han still wanted to stop, but Lin also waved his hand and refused.

A string of four.

Lin also went to the center of the venue.

One-on-one, bullfight, playing halftime.

"You will serve first."

Jiang Sizhen was active and looked at Lin Yi, smiling coldly.

He wants to understand in his heart, even if there is no way to win, but you can also consume a little more energy in front of this kid.

There are three people behind, the guy in front of me, no matter how calf, can not win.

Ginger grinned and threw basketball to Lin Yi.

Lin also was too lazy to make too much, holding the ball, took two shots, did not move, stood in the half position, looked up, shot.

Seeing Lin’s actions, everyone else is a glimpse.

Ginger’s smile was fixed, and when he looked up, he only heard a jingle and basketball entered the net.

One to zero.

"Is this going?" A boy next to Chu Han stunned.

"Is this a shooting game? So accurate..." Another boy muttered.

"Yes, Chuhan, your brother's shooting percentage is too horrible. Just off the court, now is the midfielder, how can it be?"

Chu Han shook his head, feeling a bit unreal, Lin in front of him is just like changing a person, you must know that the previous Lin also basketball technology, it is not ten shots.

"When you play later, you need to prevent him from shooting. The shooting rate is a bit scary." Ju Xing'an looked at the scene and calmed his voice.

Wu Zhanjun nodded, but he did not care: "Nothing, I will stand in front of him and buckle his hat to see how he casts, such a short head, can pull out what flowers."

In the eyes of the Wu war army, Lin Yi’s head is not enough to see.

"Scratch, this ball is up to me! Lose serve, can you?"

Jiang Siyu took the ball and looked at Lin Yi. When he saw Lin, he nodded. He took the ball and began to rush into it.

"Mom, look at my ball, how did it come in!"

Ginger's speed, with the ball, came with a three-step layup that he thought was extremely cool.

boom.

In his moment of basketball, he just took off his hand and saw only one arm swung over his head, shot on the basketball, and intercepted the basketball halfway.

Lin also got the ball, ran outside the circle, and then jumped up.

Jingle.

The ball slammed on the backboard and then slammed into the net.

Two to zero.

Ginger's face is ugly.

Lin also brows and slightly picks: "Idiot, such a technique, and dare to bet? Really not afraid to lose."

"Small is also cheering! Lying!"

It wasn't just a shot block, it was purely a mid-air interception, and the ball was ticked away at once.

When Chu Han saw this situation, he reacted and took a nap.

Lin also gave him a thumbs up.

The Wu war army snorted, some hands were hot and wanted to play faster.

Ju Xing'an brows wrinkled without traces, and Lin's angle of take-off and the explosive power of the moment made him somewhat surprised.

The poem blue is shrugging Xiaoqiong nose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Looking at Lin Yi’s eyes, a little surprised, muttering: “The jump is very fast.”

In less than five minutes, the score reached two to zero.

Ginger gnawed his teeth, holding the ball and kicking the ball.

He also expects to be able to consume more of the physical strength of this kid, but in this case, there is no chance at all.

After Jiang Sizhen served, a sly **** suddenly found that basketball disappeared from his hand.

When he came back, he just looked up and saw the basketball that happened to fall into the basket.

Three to zero.

Complete defeat.

Ginger swallowed, and some of the losses were inexplicable, feeling empty and powerful, but nowhere to use.

"This substitution, who is next?"

Lin also took the ball and walked slowly to the midfield, looking at the three people off the court.

"Yes! Little!"

Chu Han, who had been a little bit guilty, saw a few points of the skills that had just been revealed by Lin Yizhan, and suddenly he was bright and excited.

In his eyes, as long as Lin can win, then everything is fine.

"The younger brother can! Come on!"

"Come on!"

"There are three more, string them!"

A few boys next to Chu Han shouted and looked at Jiang Sishao's gaze, and a little more disdain.

(End of this chapter)