Bang!

Nie Fan grabbed the basketball and landed firmly on the ground. Soon Jiang Zhishu also fell back to the ground with a gloomy face.【】

The ball was once again in Nie Fan's hands.

He couldn't understand why Nie Fan always stole the ball first even though he jumped earlier and was taller.

Nie Fan had a sneer on his lips. He was holding the ball in one hand and shaking it in front of Jiang Zhishu: "Aren't you the Prince of Basketball? Why can't you even grab a ball?"

Nie Fan's words made Jiang Zhishu blush instantly, and his eyes looking at Nie Fan were full of resentment.

"Is the only thing you can do is stare at people? If staring at people is effective, why is the ball still in my hand?"

Nie Fan, in the spirit of infuriating others to death, kept mentally putting pressure on Jiang Zhishu, until the other party couldn't bear it any longer. He reached for the basketball in Nie Fan's hand with lightning speed, but Nie Fan easily dodged it.

"Eh? You are not being honest. If you want the ball, just come to me and get it openly!"

Jiang Zhishu made another leap and once again missed everything.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your ball grabbing skills are not perfect yet."

Jiang Zhishu gritted his teeth and ran forward again.

"The speed is too slow. With your speed, you can't get the basketball in my hand!"

Jiang Zhishu's face turned red from suppressing it. At this moment, he made a fake move and rushed towards the basketball in Nie Fan's hand like lightning.

"Too slow! Didn't you have lunch?"

…

Just like that, the entire audience saw Jiang Zhishu jumping up and down around Nie Fan like a funny monkey, just to grab the basketball in Nie Fan's hand, but Nie Fan's rogue hands were steady

Grasping the basketball, Jiang Zhishu had no chance to take advantage of him.

Although he was a tall man of over 1.9 meters, he was being fooled by Nie Fan, a 'dwarf' of over 1.8 meters. This made Jiang Zhishu's face turn red again and again, even like a cooked prawn.

Whoosh!

Nie Fan once again avoided Jiang Zhishu's leap without any controversy, and then hit the ball on his back like lightning. The ball bounced back and fell into Nie Fan's hands again, while Jiang Zhishu was completely angered.

"Have you had enough fun? If you are still a man, break through my defense and score a goal for me!"

At this time, there are only more than ten seconds left before the end of the game.

Jiang Zhishu didn't realize it until now, so what if he couldn't grab the ball from Nie Fan? As long as he could prevent Nie Fan from scoring, the final victory would belong to the art department.

After listening to Jiang Zhishu's words, Nie Fan suddenly smiled: "Do you think I can't make this shot?"

Jiang Zhishu raised his eyebrows: "There are less than ten seconds left before the game. Do you really think you can ignore me and score directly?"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

As soon as Nie Fan finished speaking, his whole aura changed. At this moment, Jiang Zhishu suddenly felt a very bad feeling, but before he could make any reaction, Nie Fan's figure had disappeared in front of him like lightning.

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At the same time, exclamations of surprise came from the entire audience.

Jiang Zhishu hurriedly turned around, only to see an afterimage that had passed through his body at some point, carrying a basketball and rushing toward the art restricted area like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was less than two meters away from the basketball stand.

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"Defend!"

This incident caused Jiang Zhishu's expression to change drastically. At the moment, he no longer cared about whether it was a one-on-one duel. All he could think about was how to stop Nie Fan and win the game.

The moment Jiang Zhishu shouted, Cheng Hao, who was closest to the basketball hoop, had already reacted. His huge body rushed out like lightning and slammed into Nie Fan.

"Brother Fan, be careful!"

At the same time, Su Yachao and others from the Department of Medicine were also shocked. This is the most important goal for the Department of Medicine, and it is also the winning goal. If the ball is scored, the Department of Medicine will win the game. If the ball is not scored,

Although the art department committed a foul, the victory still belonged to their side.

No one can stop Nie Fan no matter what!

Without thinking, Su Yachao, who was closest to the basketball hoop, rushed toward Cheng Hao, trying to stop him.

At this moment, Nie Fan seemed to have overcome gravity. He pushed his legs hard on the ground and jumped up. He directly crossed a distance of nearly three meters and dunked hard above Cheng Hao's head.

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Bang!

The ball went in!

The entire basketball stand seemed to be shaking violently.

But at the same time, Su Yachao also collided with Cheng Hao fiercely. However, because Cheng Hao was prepared, Su Yachao was knocked over by him. The moment he fell, his shoulder hit the corner of the basketball stand hard.

, and then there was a crisp sound of bone cracking!

Wow——

“The Department of Medicine wins!”

"Nie Fan is awesome!"

"Awesome! This is the most exciting basketball game I have ever seen!"

…

The entire basketball court was in a commotion, and almost no one saw Su Yachao, who was lying next to the basketball stand with a pale face. At this moment, a figure came to Su Yachao like lightning and quickly helped him up.

"Chao, are you okay?"

Nie Fan saw clearly and knew that without Su Yachao, it would have been very difficult for him to score this goal. Therefore, Su Yachao also contributed to the victory of the Department of Medicine. At this moment, seeing his brother injured, Nie Fan's face instantly dropped.

"Brother Fan, I'm fine! Did we win?"

Although he was sweating profusely in pain, Su Yachao still had a pale smile on his face. He looked at the basketball bouncing in the distance and said to Nie Fan.

Nie Fan was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said to him: "We won! Our Department of Medicine won!"

Seeing that Su Yachao wanted to say something more, Nie Fan quickly held him down: "Your bones are dislocated, don't move yet, I will help you set your bones!"

Although he was a little surprised that Nie Fan could still set his bones, Su Yachao remained motionless when he saw the serious expression on his face.

"Be patient, it might hurt a little!"

Just after Nie Fan finished speaking, he pushed hard on Su Yachao's arm, and heard a click. Su Yachao was sweating in pain, but the dislocated bones were finally reattached.

"You have a good rest and leave the rest to me!" Nie Fan said to Su Yachao, then stood up with a cold face and walked straight towards Cheng Hao in the art department lineup.

Su Yachao was injured and Nie Fan treated him. This moment happened in a flash of lightning. Everyone on the field was immersed in the joy of victory, and few people saw this scene.

When Nie Fan stood up and walked towards the Art Department, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The first person to stop Nie Fan was Jiang Zhishu. He had a gloomy face. He was about to speak when he was immediately pushed back by Nie Fan.

"Go away! I'm not looking for you!"
Chapter completed!