Although Li Ang's tip-in was not a game-winner, its impact on the game was no different from that of a game-winner.

Just like the three-pointer Irving scored on Curry's head in the 2016 Finals in Li Ang's previous life.

In fact, when Irving scored the three-pointer, there was almost a minute left before the end of the game.

However, this still cannot stop fans from considering that three-pointer as a classic.

Some goals, although not buzzer-beaters, are the key to killing the game.

What's more, Li Ang still scored the ball under the siege of four people.

This undoubtedly greatly increased the drama of this goal.

After escaping the pursuit of the cheerleading girls, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that LSP in Hampton actually taking the initiative to flirt with the cheerleading girls, Li Ang admired him from the bottom of his heart.

You have a good psychological quality, but you don't touch any key shots.

You are said to have a poor psychological quality, but you dare to drive a tank.

After getting rid of the cheerleaders, Leon did not forget to hug Francis.

You lost the game, you called the scouts, and all these wonderful things were directed by you.

As expected of Boss Fu, he is so loyal!

For the sake of my brothers, I would rather worry about it!

Francis was messy in the wind. The director took a long time and lost himself.

He took the initiative to invite scouts to watch the game, but he failed to win. Boss Fu felt that he had died in society.

He still hasn't figured out why four people couldn't steal Li Ang alone.

Boss Fu's teammates are actually helpless. Do you think Li Ang is one person? His butt can be used by four people!

Boss Fu doesn't want to think about anything else now, he just wants to have a teammate who is tall, thin and tall with long legs.

This basket can't do without an Optimus Prime.

"Li, you win today. But next time, next time I will definitely win it back."

Well, I’ll definitely do it next time.

Li Ang almost blurted out: Not necessarily next time.

But think about it, Francis has already endured pressure that his height should not bear.

It's better not to irritate him.

Speaking of which, if the Bison and Allegren could still meet, it would be in the national championship.

After all, the two teams do not belong to the same league, nor are they in the same division.

God knows if we can meet again next time.

At this moment, the most autistic person is not Francis, but Francis' coach.

Although Francis lost, he did not gain nothing.

At least, he doesn't have to worry about his homework this semester.

If one game changes a semester's homework, no matter how you look at it, Li Ang will be at a loss.

But Francis' coach is different. Why did he take the team all the way from Maryland to Cleveland?

The purpose is to use an easy victory to help the players find confidence.

Now it's better, Nima has turned into a thousand miles away and sent someone to death!

What are you picturing?

Just when he was autistic, old Carl walked up and shook hands with him in a friendly manner.

"Hehe, Cheng Rong, Cheng Rang, Francis is really a talented young man, his performance is simply pleasing to the eye.

Damn, don’t be so sad. We just won you a hundred million points, a hundred million points."

Really hammered.

Oakley's friends all speak very nicely.

After the Allegren College players left the field, two journalism students came over to interview Li Ang.

Although this game doesn't get much attention, it is still included in the school newspaper.

Since my brother graduated, the Bison won a game, and that was really big news.

What's more, they defeated Francis, a star college player.

"Li, this is undoubtedly a big victory. He scored a key goal at the last moment. Is there anything you want to say?"

Just as Li Ang was about to answer, he realized that Hampton, who had finished lifting the tank, was looking at him not far away.

Therefore, Li Ang could only tell the two classmates from the journalism department: "The last ball was thanks to Joe's accurate pass! If it had been anyone else, the ball wouldn't have been passed in!"

After all, Li Ang is a man who has read "Emotional Intelligence" familiarly, and he still understands this aspect of human nature.

Only by controlling the hearts of your teammates can you control the team!

As I said, I, Li Ang, am not the kind of rough guy who relies on my fists. I convince people with reason.

Two classmates from the journalism department looked at each other and asked again: "Then why did Joe Hampton have to pass the ball to you who was surrounded by four people when he was completely left open?"

"Well... let me ask a question...

Don't ask, asking is a tactic.

The team is confidential and cannot be disclosed.

Everyone who understands understands, but it’s useless to talk to those who don’t understand.”

After hearing Li Ang's answer, Hampton's face was filled with excitement.

Brother Li is such a good leader.

Don't say anything, Brother Li, from now on, I will be your Scottie Pippen!

I have only one shoulder for you to lean on~

Although he led the team to their first victory, Li Ang did not indulge himself.

The next day, Li Ang still got up early and prepared to start a morning run.

If you want to ask Li Ang why he likes morning jogging so much, it is because the school scenery is the most beautiful time in the morning.

Bright sunshine, fresh air. Jogging on the track of the school stadium, looking at the girls of the track and field team doing morning exercises, they use their youthful vitality to draw a beautiful picture...

Wonderful, wonderful.

Every time at this time, Li Ang would sigh in his heart: I really love sports~

But today, Li Ang felt a little strange.

Because when he was running, many people were staring at him and whispering from time to time.

This made Li Ang, who had never wanted Bilian, feel embarrassed.

Why am I so fat? Well, it must be an illusion.

One of the three major illusions in life: They are all looking at me.

At this time, a girl from the track and field team wearing sports shorts suddenly ran up to Li Ang, blushing slightly, and waved to Li Ang.

Good guy, such white skin, such long legs.

Ever since he was stared at by those classmates on the cheerleading team, Li Ang felt that everyone he looked at now was a beauty.

Old Karl really took great pains to get the people on the basketball team to play well.

"Hi, Lee."

"Uh... do we know each other?"

"I'm Tina, we study in the same class, don't you remember me?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh, Tina, hahahahaha, remember, good morning."

Li Ang is very polite on the surface, but in his heart: Who are you?

If he hadn't lived in the 1990s, Li Ang would have suspected that Tina was a tea seller.

Among his classmates, Li Ang only remembered those little black guys who looked up to him as their eldest brothers.

Don't ask, asking means you are blind to women.

"You played really well in yesterday's game. You are now a celebrity in our school. Hey, you can't be as bad as your classmates say~"

"I...I'm really not a big brother in society..." Li Ang was convinced and told those little gangsters not to follow him blindly all day long. Damn it, he is in school now

The characters are all messed up.

"Haha, okay, I won't disturb you for your morning run, big star. You should also work hard for the next game."
To be continued...