Wang Xiaojian stood in the middle of the three-point arc in the frontcourt, looking at Ling Feiyu who was dribbling, with a bad smile on the corner of his mouth, looking calm and free.

Off the field, Han Chuchu looked at Wang Xiaojian quietly, and a strange sense of pride surged in her heart.

"This stinky guy is quite handsome when playing basketball. It's mine..., wait! Whether he is handsome or not depends on my business!"

...

In order to disrupt Wang Xiaojian's attention, Ling Feiyu passed the ball to Gao Jie, and Gao Jie quickly passed the ball back to Sun Jianbo. However, Wang Xiaojian was still standing there with a calm expression on his face.

He lets him be strong, the breeze blows on the hills,

He is horizontal and he is horizontal and the bright moon shines on the river.

Who knows that with Wang Xiaojian's speed, any basketball formation and skills will become meaningless.

Gao Jie walked around Wang Xiaojian along the left wing line of the court and quickly penetrated into the front court within three seconds.

Ling Feiyu seized the opportunity and immediately passed the ball to Gao Jie. Unexpectedly, in an instant, Wang Xiaojian, who was originally standing still, suddenly jumped up, his body rose into the air, and rushed towards the basketball running at high speed in the air.

The lightning is too late to cover the ears,

The speed of the flash can't be as close as possible.

Wang Xiaojian's speed was astonishing as his body seemed to turn into a phantom. Almost everyone present could not see clearly. In a flash, he completed an almost impossible steal.

The audience exclaimed again, and Ling Feiyu and the other two were shocked.

Such steals may be difficult to see even in the NBA arena.

Wang Xiaojian rushed to the frontcourt when he dribbled the ball. Ling Feiyu then came to his senses and shouted quickly:

"Quick! Stop him!"

He and Sun Jianbo immediately rushed forward, trying to stop Wang Xiaojian and intercept the ball back.

However, Wang Xiaojian's ball control ability and reaction speed are much better than them. Dripping the ball over them is simply a pediatrician.

Wang Xiaojian's body turned into a phantom, easily swept past the two of them, rushed to the three-point line, jumped and shot, hit another three-pointer.

Ling Feiyu and Sun Jianbo were completely stunned.

This situation was completely beyond their expectations.

...

In the next ten minutes, the game showed a one-sided situation, but it was no longer a reversal towards Class 4 of Senior Three (4), but to Class 2 of Senior Three (2). Wang Xiaojian almost controlled the whole rhythm with his own strength.

In the whole ten minutes, Class 3 (4) of Senior High School only scored 3 points, and 1 of them was scored by Gao Jie when Qiu Haowen accidentally fouled.

However, after Wang Xiaojian came on the court, he scored 15 goals in succession, including 3 3 points, and a total of 33 points. The score changed from 11 to 42 to 44 to 45, with only 1 point gap between the two sides.

The atmosphere in the whole audience was already boiling, and the students in Class 2 of Senior High School were extremely excited.

The passion that had already been extinguished in everyone's heart was ignited little by little by little by little until his blood burned and boiled.

"Come on, Wang Xiaojian!"

"Come on, Wang Xiaojian!"

"Come on, Wang Xiaojian!"

...

Shen Xue led the whole class to shout in unison.

With only ten seconds left before the end of the game, Ling Feiyu wanted to save the final victory. Although they were kicking off, he did not dare to attack rashly, but instead adopted the delay tactic.

They have realized that Wang Xiaojian is too strong, and any attack may be resolved by him and then reversed. Instead of making the last move, it is better to keep the advantage of 1 point, and at least keep the winner's title.

However, they obviously underestimated the desire for victory in Class 2 (2), and even more underestimated Wang Xiaojian.

For the senior year (2), the victory was far away from them, and no one even dared to hope to win this game.

But now, victory is miraculously close.

Who else is willing to let this close victory slip through your fingers?

Under the leadership of Wang Xiaojian, all the senior three (2) class gave up defense and took the initiative to attack.

Wang Xiaojian quickly approached Ling Feiyu. Ling Feiyu had an instinctive fear of Wang Xiaojian. He immediately wanted to pass the blue ball in his hand, but found that the third-year high school (2) class adopted a man-to-person tactic. All his teammates were stared at, and for a moment, the ball had nowhere to be passed.

In desperation, he hurriedly held the ball in his arms and did not dare to dribble.

Now there are only 9 seconds left before the end of the game. According to basketball rules, Ling Feiyu can hold the ball with both hands and pause for 5 seconds. His strategy is to wait until 5 seconds later and throw the ball towards the opposite basket.

In this way, even if Wang Xiaojian wins the basketball, the time left for Wang Xiaojian is only 2 seconds at most. From the backcourt to the frontcourt, he believes that no one can complete an attack within 2 seconds. As long as the game time comes, the one who wins the game will be their third-year (4) class, even if it is too powerful to win.

But Ling Feiyu never expected that his trick had been discovered by Wang Xiaojian.

"It seems that from today on, you have to officially bid farewell to the football world."

"You...you haven't won...win the game."

Because of nervousness, Ling Feiyu's speech was already a little incoherent, and his hands holding the ball were even trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!