The fateful showdown of the two masters unexpectedly started on the wings, and their teammates... were very confused.

Why are you there?

Not only the players in the sports class don’t understand, but also the brothers of Jingyi don’t understand.

However, Wang Yan's prestige was too high. Although his teammates were confused, they still tried hard to implement bad tactics.

Cut in, pull, pick-and-roll...

Waiting for Wang Yan to break through or pass the ball.

However, with such a strong personality, how could Mr. Wang tolerate the fat man sarcasm in front of him?

Preventing the projection and not the surprise attack, right?

My young master insists on casting it to you!

He pulled up straight, leaned back slightly, held the ball with his right hand, and gently tweaked his five fingers...

“WOW!”

A sudden burst of amazement broke out in the audience, and then the girls were swallowing their saliva.

It's really beautiful.

Wang Yan's figure is already slender, and he jumps up lightly and elegantly, especially when he jumps to the highest point and is frozen into a slightly tilted shooting position, which seems to be solidified into a painting, and a glance is ten thousand years old.

The final shot was even more casual, with fingers freehand like plucking the strings. The orange basketball drew an arc like a full moon scimitar, which directly stuck in the heart of the seniors' girls.

Then with a "bang", the basketball hit the front of the basket and bounced back quickly.

"Why……"

After a group of people watching the battle zone, it was a pity that this ball was a pity.

However, the style of paintings in the stands is obviously different, and the girls screamed with blood.

"So handsome!"

"pretty!"

"Wang Yan, you are the best!"

A group of girls who don’t understand the rules, who cares whether they score or not and can win the game?

Being handsome is the most important!

The first ball was not thrown in?

Then we should give Wang Yan even more encouragement, so we should not let him lose his love for basketball!

The reasons are correct, it looks very much like love.

With cheering all over the sky, Mr. Wang returned to the backcourt with a calm look on his face, clapping his hands calmly against his teammates' shocked gaze.

"Come on, defend and defend!"

Brother-in-law, Squirrel, Chuanwa, and Dashuai Yi were full of stomach problems and were blocked tightly, so they had to settle down.

Wang Yan took the initiative to find the opponent's power forward.

The Squirrel was one step slower, and the opponent who was supposed to be facing was snatched away by Wang Yan. He turned around and looked around...

I'm damn!

There was only one Zhang Meng left in the three-second zone without anyone caring about it!

The squirrel grinned and bared his big teeth, almost burst into tears.

"Big brother, you won't play center today?"

Wang Yan's expression was solemn: "Today's opponent is very strong, I have to show some real skills...you hold on!"

What can I hold on!

The Squirrel was in a state of grief and anger, and Zhang Meng received the ball in three seconds.

Although the fat man didn't know why Mr. Wang changed positions, it was good news without having to match positions.

He received the ball, grinned and slapped backwards at the same time...

"ah!"

I heard a shrill scream, and there was nowhere behind me.

When I turned around, I saw the thin bamboo pole slipping out far away, screaming exaggeratedly.

The referee did not blow the whistle, and Zhang Meng made a random shot and easily scored two points.

When Wang Yan saw the tragic situation of the squirrel, he was shocked.

Mom, it's so scary, I don't seem to exert much force at all...

Fortunately, my brother is quick to do it!

With Chuanwa and brother-in-law, he looked at each other and picked up the ball with a tacit understanding, serving the ball, and the four of them rushed to the front court.

The squirrel howled twice and no one paid attention to him, so angry that he hit the floor.

Hammering is useless, anyway, the four good teammates arranged him clearly, without any pain.

After a team of fast attacks, Zhang Meng was still swaying slowly behind him when he rushed to the frontcourt.

The tonnage is placed there and I can't run at all.

4-for-4 in the frontcourt, with Wang Yan's bounce and strength, he can basically walk horizontally in the inside.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Yan seemed to have made up his mind not to enter the three-second zone. As soon as he received the pass, he immediately pushed the defender and made another backward jump shot.

Bang!

Second iron.

Chuanwa has a keen sense of smell. He picked up the rebound and passed it to Yi Dashuai at the basket, and made up for the game.

When he returned to defense, Yi Dashuai asked in agony: "Squad leader, you learned the skills of the blacksmith, right? You can pull it closer, no one can defend it..."

How can you be so close to you?

Young Master Wang muttered in his heart, but his face was unfathomable.

"You don't understand, tactics are all for strategy..."

Strategy, dad!

The squirrel who rushed over and retreated quickly cursed grief and angry: You just want to fill the pit with me!

The brother-in-law nodded thoughtfully: "Zhang Meng can only play 10 minutes and get a waste to exchange for the opponent's strongest point. I think it's worth it."

Who do you say is the waste?!

The squirrel immediately glared at the murderous little eyes, but when she thought about Song Chen's sister, she insisted on not saying anything.

According to Song Chen, if Class 1 can reach the semi-finals, Song Xi will come to the game, which is a rare opportunity to show his masculinity...

Just as he was fantasizing about killing all over the world, the beautiful sister was shocked and obsessed with her, a piece of meat suddenly stuck in front of her.

Mom!

Daddy...ah, no, Yaqi Daddy!

Without saying no, the person flew again...

The worst thing is that even if he was run over by a tank again, no one paid attention to him.

"Quick attack!"

After Chuanwa shouted, the four of them rushed out again, leaving the desperate squirrel behind and lay on the cold floor.

Am I still getting up?

Otherwise, I would just hug Zhang Meng's thigh and watch them play...

Zhang Meng simply didn't return to defense and stood there and gasped.

This guy is a weird guy. He dribbles very steadily, shoots very accurately on the board, and is invincible at low positions, but his sports combat ability is about zero.

In fact, such an opponent is not difficult to deal with. He scored 10 of 10 shots in 10 minutes and ended up with 20 points. The next 30 minutes will be the performance time of the real main player.

Squirrel thought Wang Yan was planning to drain Zhang Meng's physical strength and then return to the right rhythm—

Grab rebounds, slam dunks, and hotpot.

With Wang Yan's perverted bounce, he has a huge advantage against the bamboo pole center at about 190.

So the most important thing now is to suppress the rhythm, delay the time, and try to let Zhang Meng run back and forth in vain, exhausting the opponent's physical strength.

Zhang Meng won’t run away?

That is, 5-to-4 in the frontcourt, and there is easy space.

Thinking of this, the squirrel gritted his teeth, turned over and got up from the ground, and rushed to the front field.

No matter how painful it is, no matter how tired it is, you cannot let down the boss’s painstaking efforts!
To be continued...