"Feng Tianqi, do you dare to be one-on-one with me?" He said defiantly. : 。

Feng Tianqi subconsciously wanted to say dare, his mouth opened, but after a pause, he remembered Feng Shengyang's advice.

He snorted, "Who cares about you! ”

Yin Shaoji hooked his lips, and his long figure blocked in front of him, "Then you can pass me and talk about it, come on!" ”

Depend on!

Looking at Yin Shaoji's confident appearance, Feng Tianqi was very unhappy.

Think I can't get past you?

Then you can show me!

Feng Tianqi made several feints, but he couldn't fool Yin Shaoji.

Yin Shaoji sneered, "You are so inferior! ”

"What did you say?" Feng Tianqi glared at him, however, the basketball under his hand was slapped by Yin Shaojie in mid-air.

"Thanks!" Yin Shaojian passed by him, slapped the ball and left, and did not forget to thank him.

Feng Tianqi was angry and hurriedly chased after him.

"Yin Shaoji! Didn't you say one-to-one? Come on! Those who dare not are cowards! ”

Yin Shaojian turned a deaf ear and ran straight to the basket.

Feng Sheng frowned, chased after him, and personally went to intercept Yin Shaoji.

Yin Shaoyu took a step back and smiled at him.

Then, stand directly outside the three-point line and shoot with one hand raised.

The girls in the audience held their breath.

At such a distance, will it enter?

Entered!

Yin Shaojie seemed to have known that he would enter, and showed a satisfied expression.

Song Shijun walked over and high-fived him, "Good job!" Pretty! ”

This three-point shot is really perfect!

Song Se-jun went to tee off.

Seeing Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye scoring one after another, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the factors in his blood were aroused.

It's a boy, and under such a strong confrontation, he hopes to show it.

Feng Shengyang had a smile on his face and stopped in front of Song Shijun, seemingly trying to block his pass.

Song Shijun stared at him, feeling that this person's smile was really like a smiling tiger, obviously smiling, but there was a calculation hidden underneath.

Thought I'd let you steal the ball?

Dream!

"Sejun!" Yin Shaoji's shout came.

Song Shijun made a feint, Feng Shengyang pretended to be deceived by him, and then chased after him.

Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye were stopped by the other two and couldn't catch up for a while.

Song Shijun thought about it and decided to shoot by himself.

Fight for it!

Feng Shengyang looked at the movement of his wrist raised, as if he had expected it a long time ago, hooked his lips, moved forward, and then jumped up at the same time.

Syllable!

The ball was shot away!

Song Shijun's face darkened, and he secretly cursed a dirty word, damn, he was actually covered with a pot!

This ball must not be conceded in his hands.

Song Shijun stared at Feng Shengyang deadly, not letting him transfer, and even if there was a physical collision, he didn't give him any chance to get close to the basket.

Come on, if you have the ability, you can vote!

I'll cover you this time!

Song Shijun waited for Feng Shengyang to jump up and shoot, and then he could use his own way to govern others.

Feng Shengyang is a person with strong judgment, and he will only do things with a high success rate.

So instead of shooting, he chose to pass.

The ghost's steps, coupled with feints, looked like they were about to get rid of Song Shijun.

Song Shijun had already seen Feng Shengyang's pass, but his feet stepped to the other side.

He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and pounced on himself.

Bang –

Because his hands and feet didn't have time to coordinate, he wanted to hit the ball with his head, but accidentally turned into a face ball.

The ball flew off the field.

Song Shijun covered his face and squatted down.