The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City
Chapter 48 - 48 048 How did you get into the provincial basketball team being so weak
48: Chapter 048: How did you get into the provincial basketball team being so weak?
48: Chapter 048: How did you get into the provincial basketball team being so weak?
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Luo Ywei’s muscles all twitched at once, as he had never seen someone so arrogant before.
2:0!
In a best-of-three series, he dares to say that if he doesn’t win 2:0, he considers it his loss.
Who the hell does he think he is!
Even Ouyang Feng wouldn’t dare to boast with such confidence that he could secure a 2:0 victory outright.
It wasn’t just Luo Ywei, many others around couldn’t stand it either.
2:0?
What a joke.
The other guy is from the provincial basketball team, and here you are, so shamelessly boastful.
“Here comes the ball.” Gao Qi came over, holding a basketball.
However, he clearly felt that the atmosphere was a bit off.
Why did so many people have a killing aura in their eyes?
“Let’s go.” Zhang Fan walked into the basketball court, exuding a lazy vibe.
Luo Ywei was almost driven mad with anger, he gritted his teeth as he walked into the basketball court and said, “I’ll give you the first ball.”
He wanted to see, on what grounds Zhang Fan could talk to him like that.
Zhang Fan laughed, “Are you sure you’re giving me the first ball?
Don’t make excuses when you lose later!”
Some people are masochists; you can’t always stop someone from being one, can you?
“Wipe out that bastard Zhang.”
Nobody knew who shouted out, but it was followed by a deafening surge of cursing.
The group of people around Ouyang Feng instantly turned their attention here.
What happened?
What outrageous thing had Zhang Fan done now?
This wouldn’t do, they had to check it out.
Suddenly, the crowd around Ouyang and the others had diminished by more than half.
“Boss, it seems like it came from Xiaowei’s side, shall we go take a look?” Tang Bing smirked sinisterly, a hint of malice twinkling in his eyes.
Ouyang Feng lifted his head, his gaze settling on Zhang Fan’s side, and after a moment of contemplation, he nodded, “Let’s go check it out.”
A throng of people began to move en masse towards the basketball court.
The dense crowd was quite impressive.
On Zhang Fan’s side, the game had officially begun.
Zhang Xiaoyuan’s eyes were filled with worry; she remembered Zhang Fan’s bet.
If he lost, he had to walk around on the fifth-floor balcony—one round was almost two hundred meters.
If he was careless and fell…
Zhang Xiaoyuan dared not think further.
Ye Xuan gently patted Zhang Xiaoyuan’s shoulder, comforting her, “Don’t worry.”
Zhang Fan, holding the ball, made his way to the three-point line.
One-on-one was simple: the offensive player scores a point and then becomes the defender.
If you shoot and miss, you become the defender as well.
Therefore, once the attack is launched, one must go all out to score.
In a best-of-three series, for one-on-one, the time is typically within ten minutes.
“It’s started.” Zhang Fan dribbled the ball at the three-point line, slowly approaching Luo Ywei as if taking a casual stroll, seemingly not treating it as a real game.
“Haha, just like that, isn’t he afraid of having the ball stolen?
His opponent is a hotshot from the provincial team.”
“Could it be he knows he can’t win and is preparing to give up?”
Luo Ywei sneered disdainfully.
To him, Zhang Fan’s dribbling looked no better than a novice’s, hardly even up to amateur standards.
Standing completely upright, how could he dribble quickly?
Bouncing the ball so high?
Wasn’t that just asking the opponent to steal it?
Watching Zhang Fan pass by him, his smile widened even more.
This was a blatant disregard for him.
He crouched and leaped, his movements lightning-fast, like a cheetah, incredibly agile.
The next moment, he was in front of Zhang Fan, his hand reaching for the basketball.
If he could grasp it, he would become the attacker, stepping out of the three-point line and heading back to attack.
He believed that with the way Zhang Fan was playing, he would score before Zhang even knew what happened.
However, just as Luo Ywei’s hand was about to touch the ball, Zhang Fan tucked the ball with his left hand, passing it behind his back to his right hand, and then, from his right hand, he threw the ball towards the backboard.
At that moment, Zhang Fan moved.
He leaned forward, pushed off with his left leg, spun around at lightning speed, and dashed towards the basket.
As he took the first step, Luo Ywei’s eyes twitched violently.
Is this, a backboard smash?
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He whirled around, and the moment Zhang Fan dashed forward, he too ran towards the basket.
Hmph, thinking I’d go for a backboard shot and then score.
You’ve miscalculated.
A distance of over five meters, explosive speed, he needed only two seconds.
Jumping?
Heh, he could dunk with ease.
However, in the next moment, he was shocked.
Just as he was about to take his first step, Zhang Fan had already reached below the hoop.
Impossible!
How can he be so fast!
Luo Yiwei’s eyes were as wide as a bull’s.
Zhang Fan lightly leapt up, his right hand grasping the basketball, swinging it from left to right.
Those gathered around the court were stunned.
That move, could it be a one-handed windmill?
Those who play basketball know the difference between a two-handed and a one-handed windmill dunk; it’s more than just a slight disparity.
You must ensure that the ball doesn’t slip out of your hands while performing a windmill dunk.
Your wrist, it must grip the ball tightly.
But to catch the ball with one hand in mid-air and then execute a one-handed windmill dunk, are you out of your mind?
Gao Qi, Wang Dong, Liu Fei, and the other basketball team members widened their eyes in astonishment.
Laymen enjoy the spectacle, but experts appreciate the technique.
In the entire school, no one but Zhang Fan at this moment could pull off such a feat.
The ball was steady, firmly locked in Zhang Fan’s wrist.
The windmill dunk, as smooth as flowing clouds and streaming water.
Suddenly, Gao Qi’s eyeballs bulged.
With Zhang Fan’s height and that motion, he couldn’t possibly be thinking of dunking, could he?
As Gao Qi thought this, Zhang Fan’s right hand slammed hard onto the rim.
“Boom!”
The intense sound erupted, like thunderbolts striking Luo Yiwei’s mind.
How is this possible!
Catching with one hand, a windmill dunk, how could a student from a school achieve this.
You should know, he had been practising this move for three months.
And that was three months after joining the provincial team for a year!
Is this guy really just a high school student?
“Tap tap tap!”
The sound of the basketball bouncing on the ground was crisp and clear.
Everyone was dumbfounded, holding their breath, as they stared at Zhang Fan with a slight smile on his face.
This guy scored?
How is that possible!
The opponent is Luo Yiwei, the maniac from the provincial basketball team!
Liu Fei’s face was like a statue, fraught with shock.
Each bounce of the basketball on the ground seemed like a giant hammer striking his heart.
It was a score, 1:0.
The scorer was Zhang Fan, not his cousin Luo Yiwei.
At a spot a hundred meters away from the court.
Ouyang Feng, Su Haoran, Tang Bing, Lin Tao, Zhong Tianchen, all five stood rooted to the spot.
The fans behind them, impressed yet not fully grasping the skill, looked at them; then, with a hint of doubt, they turned their gaze to the court.
Could it be a score?
That’s unlikely, isn’t it?
The opponent is Luo Yiwei, the maniac after all.
“1:0!”
Zhang Fan’s lips curled slightly upward, he slowly walked towards Luo Yiwei and whispered in his ear, “How did someone as weak as you get into the provincial team?
Has Ouyang Feng completely lost his mind?”