"not good."

Yang Mingxuan also reacted quickly and subconsciously protected the ball, but he was still a little slow. He only felt that his palm was empty and the ball was cut.

Zhuang Yu’s speed is too fast!

Looking at Zhuang Yu who was controlling the ball, Yang Mingxuan showed a wry smile: "I still underestimate you, you are not kind, take my stool away."

Zhuang Yu curled his lips: "Are you kind enough to post up?"

Yang Mingxuan was speechless.

...

The ball returned to Zhuang Yu.

This was the last attack, and Yang Mingxuan defended it very seriously.

"The defense is really good." Zhuang Yu's heart was solemn, but his eyes were very bright, "But I will definitely score this goal."

The next moment, Zhuang Yu broke through to the left, very fast, and suddenly stopped after two steps, grabbing the basketball with one hand and raising it.

"Huh." Yang Mingxuan curled his lips.

This is a fake move, I won't jump easily.

However, the next moment his expression changed. He remembered the previous scene of Zhuang Yu catching the ball and shooting with one hand, and secretly screamed "not good".

Sure enough, this was not a fake move by Zhuang Yu. He raised the ball with one hand and then suddenly flicked his wrist and threw the ball in an unexpected way.

this......

Yang Mingxuan was helpless.

Who would shoot like this? It wasn't a hook shot close to the basket. He didn't expect it at all, so he subconsciously turned his head to look at the basket.

I saw the basketball passing through a high parabola, and finally penetrated the net with a "swish" sound, stirring up a cloud of net flowers.

Score 10:9.

This one-on-one round is over.

"This move of yours is really..."

Yang Mingxuan was a little depressed. He really didn't expect the last goal, but if he lost, he lost. He shook his head and said generously: "You win."

Zhuang Yu said sincerely: "You are also very strong. I can see that you didn't try your best before, otherwise I might be the loser."

At first, neither of them tried their best, and both were testing their opponents. When they gradually became serious, they both felt how powerful their opponents were.

The two high-fived and laughed.

We just met for the first time today, but the two of them have an indescribable affinity for each other.

...

The sunshine in September is still a bit harsh, but fortunately there are two banyan trees on the sidelines, which cast a shade, and occasionally leaves will fly and fall on the court.

Two teenagers sit in the shade of a tree.

"Give."

Zhuang Yu handed Yang Mingxuan a bottle of water, and then took out one himself. He planned to stay here all afternoon, so he brought two bottles of water.

"Thank you." Yang Mingxuan was not polite. He took a few sips and said, "You seem to be a little younger than me. Have you just entered the first year of high school this year?"

Zhuang Yu nodded.

He is only sixteen years old this year, and Yang Mingxuan looks more mature than him. He is probably a sophomore or senior in high school.

Seeing that Zhuang Yu just nodded and didn't say much, Yang Mingxuan didn't care.

Although they had only been in contact for a short time, he could already see that Zhuang Yu was not difficult to get along with, but he was not the kind of person who talked a lot and got to know each other easily.

After thinking about it, he felt it was time to give him a reminder: "You are so powerful when you are only a freshman in high school. You are very powerful. But I think that although you are very smart in playing, many of your moves are a bit too unconstrained. One-on-one.

It’s okay to pick, but it might be too fancy in official competitions.”

Zhuang Yu was a little unconvinced and said in a low voice: "I have never played in a formal game. Anyway, I just watch videos to learn, practice alone, play alone, it doesn't matter."

What?

Yang Mingxuan looked Zhuang Yu up and down and couldn't believe it: "You mean you've never played in a game or received any formal training. You just learned by watching videos and practiced by yourself?"

Zhuang Yu looked at Yang Mingxuan and didn't understand why he was so surprised, and said, "Is this weird?"

Isn't this strange?

Yang Mingxuan didn’t even know what to say,

He has never received formal training or played in a game. He can reach this level by self-study. This kid seems to take it for granted.

"I finally know what a genius is." Yang Mingxuan's mood was a little complicated. He was also called a genius, but when compared with Zhuang Yu, the gap became clear.

If anyone calls me a genius in the future, who should I be so anxious about?

Afterwards, the two chatted some more.

Zhuang Yu learned that Yang Mingxuan was from the north, but his mother was from the south. This time, because his grandfather was seriously ill, he asked for leave to accompany his parents to visit his grandfather.

Yang Mingxuan's grandfather was hospitalized in the Second Hospital. Yang Mingxuan was bored alone, so he happened to find this old golf course here in the Second Hospital, so he came over.

"My grandpa's condition is temporarily stable. I will go back to the north in a few days." Yang Mingxuan suddenly said seriously: "Zhuang Yu, although we just met today, I still suggest that you join the school basketball team and play more games.

.You are a freshman in high school this year, so you can play in the high school league."

"You have such a talent and it shouldn't be buried."

"Basketball is not a one-person sport."

Zhuang Yu could tell from the words that this was a kind reminder. The two had only known each other for less than half a day, so Yang Mingxuan was able to say this to him, which surprised him and also touched him a little.

However, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Yang Mingxuan smiled and said nothing more.

He could understand, after all, Zhuang Yu had always practiced and played alone, had never played in a game, and did not know the joy of Chi Pin's playing field.

...

After resting for a while, the two returned to the court and discussed basketball.

Time passed quickly, and it was already evening before I knew it.

"It's already seven o'clock." Zhuang Yu checked the time, "I have to go, I have to study in the evening. Nice to meet you, Yang Mingxuan."

"Nice to meet you too." Yang Mingxuan smiled, "By the way, are you free next Friday? I'll take you to a good place."

"Where?"

"You'll know then."

Yang Mingxuan looked mysterious.

Zhuang Yu stopped asking questions, made an appointment with Yang Mingxuan to meet here next Friday, then waved and left on his bicycle.

...

By the time Zhuang Yu returned to school, it was already dark.

From the school gate to the teaching building, you need to pass through the sports field, and on the side near the road are several basketball courts lined up.

There was no one at the stadium at this time, everyone was studying in the evening.

"Basketball is not a one-person sport..."

Zhuang Yu was still thinking about what Yang Mingxuan said in the afternoon.

Suddenly, a basketball was kicked under my feet. I don’t know who dropped it. The outer skin was severely worn. It was probably too old and no one wanted it.

Zhuang Yu subconsciously bent down and grabbed the basketball. For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to dunk in his chest. He took a few steps forward, then suddenly accelerated, bent his knees, and jumped up. His whole body seemed to be flying, and with his right hand

Grab the basketball and dunk it toward the basket.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise and the basketball was slammed into the basket.

Zhuang Yu landed, exhaled, feeling comfortable all over, and a smile appeared on his lips, but then he heard a "click". When he looked up, he saw that the tempered glass backboard cracked, and the cracks spread rapidly, and then

The whole thing shattered with a crash.
Chapter completed!