The classmate who was about to catch the ball turned around in confusion, and saw Li Jun dribbling the ball like a fly, striding past the other three, "Boom", the basketball hit the frame and scored.

Day, so awesome? This time, Li Jun's classmates' eyes widened, and the opponent's players rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Now the opponent is serving the ball. Just like the scene just now, the player serving the opponent's basketball has just left his hand, and an arm stretched out into the air, breaking the basketball from the fingertips of the opponent's player.

Then, dribble, pass, take off... "Bang", the basketball hits the basket, and continue to score!

"Ah?" At this time, the opponent's player cried out in surprise.

"Wow!" The cheerleaders in his class exclaimed.

Li Jun turned smartly and glanced at Huo Qianyu, who was sitting on the stand with wide eyes. She was looking at her walking figure with a surprised expression. Li Jun could feel her eyes moving with his figure.

However, unfortunately, Huo Qianyu did not applaud like the other classmates, but looked at herself with surprise. Kuang Xiaomei, who was beside her, put her mouth close to Huo Qianyu's ear, not knowing what the two were talking about.

The small forward is the most important scorer on the team. The most fundamental requirement for a small forward is to be able to score, and from a distance. As soon as the small forward receives the ball, the first thing that comes to mind is how to get the ball into the rim. He might rebound, but he doesn't have to; he might be a good passer, but he doesn't have to; he can bounce well, but he doesn't have to; he can defend well, but he doesn't have to. The basic job of a small forward is to score, score, and score.

Small forward is a position with the lowest shooting rate. Generally speaking, only 45% is considered qualified, and more than 40% is acceptable. Of course, there is a premise that he can score. If a small forward scores seven or eight points per game and shoots only 40% of the time, it might be better to ask him to sit on the bench.

Having said that, why can the small forward's shooting percentage be lower? Because he is the main scorer on the team, he often has to actively look for opportunities to shoot, to stabilize the morale of the army at certain moments, or even single-play opponents in a more difficult way to improve morale, and even disarm the opponent and give the enemy a head-on attack. So the small forward will have more chances to shoot, and maybe not very good ones, so he can be allowed to shoot a little lower, as long as he can score.

Now, Li Jun's substitute is the team's small forward. As soon as he received two balls, he scored six points in a row, and the hit rate was 100%. The opponent's players were at a loss, and the players on his side immediately boosted morale.

This time, the opponent kicked the ball. However, what was different from the last time was that the opponent's players sent one player to kick off the ball off the court, and the remaining four were all staring at Li Jun's front, back, left and right. The eyes of these four people stared like bells at the same time, and they said in their hearts, how do you get the ball this time?

Looking at the Caucasian young man standing in front of him, Li Jun suddenly smiled: "Hey, all four of you are staring at me, is anyone still catching the ball?"

The caucasian young man looked back at his partner who was holding the basketball and didn't know who to send it to. He gave a slight look, and the teammates who were stuck on both sides of Li Jun's body immediately shifted and ran two steps forward to catch the ball. The one who served was relieved, raised his hand and threw the ball to his teammate on the right.

The opposing player who received the ball looked at Li Jun who was still standing still and couldn't help laughing. Start, dribble, shoot...I shoot...hey, where's the ball?

It's really weird, why was the ball cut off by that kid again? Li Jun was right in front of him, with one hand behind his back, and one hand patted the basketball handsomely and sneered at him. Behind Li Jun, the young white man and his two teammates rushed over like leopards. Especially the caucasian young man, who was tall and had long legs and ran like a fly, and his fingers were already close to Li Jun's back.

Li Jun suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, raising his hand to throw the ball. Just when the young white man and his teammates didn't know what Li Jun's hand meant, Li Jun used three consecutive technical movements: oblique insertion, The player who has passed the opponent's block flies from the sideline to the basket; alley-oop, catches the basketball he just threw in mid-air; one-handed dunk, smashes the basketball in his hand to the basket below from top to bottom in mid-air basket. "Bang..." Another three-pointer! !

"Wow...the way he throws the ball is so cool, it's like Michael Jordan..."

"Nonsense, much better than Jordan..."

"Just now that Qiao Sen said that he was Jordan of the United Kingdom. Now there is no way to brag, right?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down, my girlfriend is sitting here. I've only known each other for two and a half days, so I'm just cheering and cheering for other classes, shameless..."

Huo Qianyu had two lines of clear tears streaming down her face, sitting there with her head lowered and not saying a word. Kuang Xiaomei shook her shoulders and shouted anxiously, "Hey, Qianyu, what's wrong with you? Don't listen to their nonsense, let's go... Let's not watch."

Huo Qianyu shook her head stubbornly, raised her pink right hand to wipe her tears, pursed her small mouth tightly, her big eyes still staring at the stadium.

There are still 16 seconds left before the end of the game. The score of the two teams is 79 to 81. Li Jun is two points behind. As long as Li Jun makes another three-pointer, it is possible to overtake the opponent by one point.

The opponent was obviously aware of this, but was there any way to stop Li Jun from scoring. This guy is so out of shape, he can score as long as he serves, it's almost impossible to prevent and unstoppable.

Although Li Jun only played for three minutes and only scored three goals, the pressure on the opponent's players was even heavier than Taishan. Faced with such an opponent, you simply have no way to stop the score from changing.

On the court, caucasian young men stand outside the sideline with basketballs ready to serve. When he was in the serving position, his four teammates stood in the corners, one of them rushed out to catch the ball, and the other three surrounded him and faced the players staring at Li Jun.

Li Jun was happy when he saw it. They wanted to use the time reasonably, and wanted to delay the time until the end.

Sure enough, it took five seconds for the young white man to serve, and the player who received the ball was dribbling in place with no intention of passing the ball. According to the rules, the attacking team has to dribble the ball into the opponent's half within eight seconds after controlling the ball. The guy hits the ball in six seconds and starts to pass.

Since Li Jun and the three players were all standing behind the opponent watching him shoot the ball, only one player stood under the basket and waited to intercept the opponent's attack.

The young Caucasian young man who had just served the ball stood a little behind the center line, reached out to catch the basketball he passed, looked at Li Jun who was running over provocatively, and continued to shoot the ball.

There are less than four seconds left.

When Li Jun was not on the court, the young Caucasians were invincible and had no opponents at all. When Li Jun came on the court, he actually suppressed his brilliance with only three balls. This person was not convinced by Li Jun from the bottom of his heart. Let's see if Li Jun has the ability to break the ball from his own hands in such a short period of time. When he thinks about it, even if Li Jun can really break the ball, he will definitely not hit it within a second or two.

If that's the case, they're sure to win.

When he was thinking of wishful thinking, Li Jun had already rushed in front of him, and his big hand stretched out directly to grab the ball from him. The caucasian young man stood on one foot and rotated his body 180 degrees. The ball in his hand passed from his crotch to the front of him, and he blocked Li Jun's outstretched hand with his back.

On the electronic display, there are still two seconds and thirty in the time.

However, Li Jun's arm turned to him in an absolutely unexpected direction. He felt like he had eyes on his hands across his body. He accurately grabbed the basketball without touching his clothes or skin at all. The ball was already in Li Jun's hands. Li Jun's stature rose from the spot, and the basketball flew towards the opponent's basket like an arrow from the string, and flew into the basket under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The time on the electronic display just cleared to zero.

Li Jun smiled at the caucasian young man: "Learn a little bit, this is called strict time control." The caucasian young man gave Li Jun a fierce look and said loudly: "I don't agree, I want to talk to you. duel."

"Duel? You're from the 16th century?" Li Jun turned and left with a smile. He crossed his side to meet his teammates who wanted to hug him, and strode up to the stands.

"Xiao Qianqian, this thing is nothing to see, follow me." Li Jun has already figured it out in his heart, don't bite if there are too many lice, don't worry if there is too much debt, he has enough women, and he doesn't care about more Huo Qianyu . But if I gave up on her, I would really be reluctant to let it go. It's better to make that white boy feel uncomfortable than to make him feel bad.

"Hey, Li Jun, I've decided now. You are the small forward and the main attacker in the college league." Just as Huo Qianyu raised her delicate face to stare at Li Jun, the physical education teacher followed Li Jun. 's **** caught up.

"Well... I don't play this kind of pediatric stuff. The main reason I play today is to make my girlfriend laugh. Who should you go to?"

Huo Qianyu's face was frosty, she stared at Li Jun and asked, "What did you say, who do you say is your girlfriend?"

"Haha, it's you, my girlfriend's name is Huo Qianyu..." Li Jun said with a smile.

"嘢..." As Kuang Xiaomei raised her fist and shouted, Huo Qianyu's small body flew into Li Jun's arms, and her small fist hit Li Jun's chest like a drum: "You bastard, I call you Ignore me on purpose."

"Haha, okay, that's better than me being a foreign devil on purpose. I can tell you, you are not allowed to be close to other men on purpose in the future. You must recognize me and know that I will make you look good..."

"Well..." Huo Qianyu leaned her head on Li Jun's shoulder obediently, shedding happy tears.

"Hey~lightnovelpub.net~ You guys won't just keep holding on like this, you are a typical person who cares more about color than friends, I don't care. I want to have a big meal at noon, otherwise I will always follow you as a light bulb." Kuang Xiaomei, who was standing beside her, finally couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Qianyu, what are you doing? Who the **** is he?" Huo Qianyu blushed and just got out of Li Jun's arms when the white young man came behind them with a gloomy face. Damn, it's so damned, it's not enough to abuse me on the court, and now you're robbing my girlfriend?

"Oh... Qiao Sen, I'm sorry. This is Li Jun, he is me..." Huo Qianyu clung to Li Jun's hand tightly, confirming to Qiao Sen her relationship with Li Jun with practical actions.

"Why? Why is he better than me..." Qiao Sen just wanted to say how he was better than me, but when he thought of the scene on the basketball court, Qiao Sen promptly stopped the words he was about to blurt out, and stared at Li Jun with angry eyes and shouted: " No, I really want to duel with you this time, the one who wins is qualified to win the love of the beautiful Miss Huo, you won't be a coward and dare not agree?"

Li Jun looked at him and smiled, then turned his head and asked Huo Qianyu, "Dear, do you think I'm a coward?"

You Long asked weakly: Do you still have flowers, how many more?