Zhang Xiaofan was crazy about competition in his second year of high school. He bought the most expensive sneakers and had a strong desire to express himself.

I defeated the high school team once and boasted that I was awesome for a semester.

This person likes to dominate the field in which he is good, and then pretends to be humble in front of others, creating a very powerful but low-key persona.

Jiang Nian looked at Zhang Xiaofan and suddenly smiled.

He didn't say a word, turned around and walked back, hooking his fingers at the big black bull who got the ball. They used to have a good relationship and were ordinary friends.

The big black cow smiled innocently and threw the ball to Jiang Nian.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhang Xiaofan and people inside and outside the court, Jiang Nian hooked the basketball with one hand and turned his body back at the same time, preparing to start accumulating strength.

But. One hand.

The big black bull Wang Zejun's eyelids twitched. He was just strong and not really stupid. How could he not see what Jiang Nian wanted to do.

Is this crazy?

From a personal point of view, he quite appreciates Jiangnian's basketball approach. After all, it's not as good as strength to argue.

Zhang Xiaofan also became nervous, thinking that this is impossible.

This is a one-handed half-court shot. If he scores, he won't have to live anymore.

But when I thought about it carefully, Jiang Nian didn't seem to be so awesome when he was a sophomore in high school, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is he doing?" Nie Qiqi doesn't understand basketball and looks a little confused from a distance.

Cai Xiaoqing said calmly, "Shoot."

"One hand?"

"Um."

Since he is shooting with one hand, Jiang Nian takes longer to adjust his touch than with both hands.

About five seconds later.

Jiang Nian finally moved, his waist and horse became one. The basketball in his hand flew out with a swishing sound, drawing a beautiful parabola in the dusk.

Everyone held their breath and watched the angle at which the basketball fell.

Wang Zejun, the big black bull, has sharp eyes and is more experienced than most people present. As soon as he saw the parabola and the angle of the fall, he knew that the goal was going to be scored.

Before the ball fell, he couldn't help shouting.

"Yes!"

Wang Zejun's voice woke up more people.

"Damn it! It's true!"

"Hollow!"

Hu Nianzhong was among the crowd on the edge of the court and watched blankly as the ball fell into the frame in a perfect parabola. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that someone could score a goal with one hand in halftime.

This is no longer a technical problem. In front of so many people, there are too few people who dare to throw the ball with one hand. He has only seen it in basketball highlights in the past, but it was all under artificial filming. It is not clear whether

Not a single hit.

If you throw it repeatedly, even a shot that spans the whole court is actually not that exaggerated. The difficulty lies in hitting it once. After an argument, in full view of everyone, can you still maintain your shooting accuracy?

The ball passed through the middle of the basket with a bang. It hit the ground with a loud bang, and the sound was deafening, followed by even more crazy cheers from everyone.

"oh!!!"

"Damn, that's too fierce! Who is this person?"

"One hand! One hand! What did this guy grow up eating? He's so fierce!"

"When did the school team have such a fierce player! If I were him, I would definitely join the college basketball league in college. I can fight all the way."

"Which class are you in? Which class are you in?"

Nie Qiqi was also shocked by Jiang Nian's move. My sister is not educated, but she has eyes. Anyone can understand the one-handed midfield shot.

Just two words, awesome!

Although Nie Qiqi doesn't understand the rules of basketball, in her opinion, shooting means being awesome. Shooting in the midfield means being very awesome, and shooting with one hand means being awesome.

"She's from our class!" Nie Qiqi said excitedly.

"Which class are you in?"

Before Nie Qiqi could say anything, she was pulled away by Cai Xiaoqing.

"Gone."

"Hey, hey, I haven't said anything yet." Nie Qiqi kept resisting. She turned her head and looked at the venue. Jiang Nian seemed to be leaving, saying something.

Wait, is that a spitting gesture?

Inside the venue.

Jiang Nian spat on the ground and stared at Zhang Xiaofan.

"Idiot, can you understand how to play ball?"

"It's boring."

After saying that, Jiang Nian took off the basketball uniform he was wearing and walked towards the basketball stand. He hung his clothes aside, put on his coat and left the court.

Zhang Xiaofan stood blankly in the middle of the basketball court, his whole body still not recovered.

The only thing he had been proud of for a long time was all shattered by Jiang Nian today. In the field where he was best at, he was attacked by others.

This feeling is almost like the sky is falling.

Even if he is richer than Jiang Nian, he can find a better girlfriend than him in the future. He will live in a mansion in Jiangjing, hug his girlfriends, drink red wine and have parties.

But at this moment, he would never laugh again.
Chapter completed!