The members of the Mamba team were training on the court, and suddenly six people wearing uniforms came over. These six people were of different heights. Some were wearing hairbands, and some were wearing gloves and wrist guards.

"Bang bang bang" the basketball slapped on the ground. One of them was about 170 years old, wearing a red uniform, and his number was No. 0. This person ignored the radar and their training and started shooting directly.

The roaring basketball knocked the basketball thrown by Hu Yue away, and the two basketballs fell to the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.

After receiving the ball, No. 0 started shooting again. Could Hu Yue tolerate his temper? He immediately asked: "What are you doing? We were the ones who played here first."

"She seems to be a sophomore in high school." Wu Hao whispered in Radar's ear.

"Who stipulates that we can't play if you play here? The court belongs to the school and we can all play." The No. 0 said disdainfully.

"Do you understand, first come, first served? Seniors are amazing." Wu Jie also came up to help. Although he has a good temper, he can't stand it when his brothers are angry.

"Yes, the senior class is amazing." This statement is obviously unreasonable, and it is clear that I want you to leave.

The ten members of the Mamba team immediately stood beside Hu Yue and Wu Jie, and the six people on the opposite side also stood in a row. The tense situation was just like the sultry weather, which was a bit depressing.

Radar is really afraid that the other side will start a fight if they disagree. Although as a group, they have nothing to fear from anyone, they are still students after all. Fighting is not good after all, and they have to be punished.

"What do you want?" Wu Hao asked.

"The rules of the court are one-on-one, if you lose, get out." No. 0 said disdainfully, not taking the Mamba players seriously at all.

"Why don't you dare? If you don't dare, just get out." Another tall man, No. 11, said contemptuously.

"What does our Mamba team dare not do?" Hu Yue raised his chin and said proudly.

"Haha, Mamba team, they don't even have decent uniforms, and they still try to form a team like others." No. 0 mocked again.

"Team Mamba, let's compete in subjects, you are worthy!" That No. 11 said rudely.

Now Wang Zhize, who was the number one Komi, quit and shouted: "We are learning the Mamba spirit, the spirit of never giving up. You guys know nothing."

"Okay, stop arguing. Isn't it a one-on-one challenge? Five balls will determine the outcome." Radar said softly. The other party's mocking and insulting words made the timid and shy man angry.

"Which one of you is coming?" Radar looked at each other and asked.

"If I come, I'll be bullying you." That No. 11 has a height of 182cm.

"I'm here to give him some color. He doesn't have any skills to form a team." No. 0 said.

Not much to say, no one else has any objections to Radar going to a one-on-one challenge, a duel between defenders.

The opponent verbally insults, occupies the court, and bullies newcomers. Father can tolerate it, but mother cannot tolerate it. Which one is intolerable?

"You come first." The other party, No. 0, said disdainfully, his tone full of contempt.

"Are you sure?" Radar replied.

The opponent didn't say much and directly gave the ball to Radar. Radar was not polite and spun the basketball in his hands.

At the beginning, the radar started to move, and he whizzed by with the ball, completing the team formation task. The speed increased to B+, and now the speed has improved a lot. Before No. 0 could react, the radar had already passed him.

"Guard him." The opponent's No. 11 shouted from the sidelines.

No. 0 immediately chased after him, but his radar had already reached the basket, and he scored an easy layup.

"good!"

"good!"

Wu Jie, Wang Dawei and others shouted loudly, which was too encouraging.

"I'll leave you alone, don't be happy too early, otherwise we won't say that we are bullying the small ones." No. 11 explained forcefully.

His words earned Wu Jie serious contempt.

The one-on-one match continued. Radar received the serve without moving. He crossed his hands and dribbled. No. 0 stretched out his right hand to steal the ball. Radar dribbled with his back and started running. This time, No. 0 was not careless.

Follow the radar.

Radar dribbled the ball and ran around the baseline. After passing under the basket, he made an emergency stop and made a reverse layup. I learned this from watching the video. Iverson's baseline reverse layup.

2 to 0!

"Thank you, senior, for letting us have one more person. We will be embarrassed if you let us go any further." Wu Hao said to No. 11.

No. 11 snorted coldly and didn't reply. Damn, my face hurts.

"What are you doing?" came a girl's voice.

Radar glanced at the sidelines, and his classmate Fang Lu happened to pass by. He saw Radar playing ball alone on the court without asking.

Wu Hao and others explained to Fang Lu, but the game continued on the field.

"Senior, come on." Radar said.

No. 0 was dismissive and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The situation was not good.

Radar's words made the Mamba team members burst into laughter. This was not an encouragement, it was clearly a way of repaying the other person.

This time Radar switched to a post-up game. Obviously strength is not Radar's strong point and he is a bit unable to stand up.

"Radar, come on!" Fang Lu suddenly shouted.

Perhaps inspired by Fang Lu, Radar gave up his back, turned around, and shot a fadeaway jumper, copying Kobe's classic move.

"Handsome, so handsome!" Wang Zhize jumped up happily when he saw Radar using his idol's signature move and scoring the ball.

The Mamba team members started cheering. Hu Yue, Fei Xiang and others held their clothes and cheered "Oh, oh, oh". Female classmate Fang Lu also clapped her hands.

Maybe it was Fang Lu’s cheers, maybe it was the cheers of the Mamba team, but people on the sidelines also cast curious glances. More and more people gathered on the sidelines, including two teachers, one of whom was

Radar’s geography teacher, Mr. Xiao, is also a basketball fan and is now standing on the sidelines watching Radar play.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" Every time Radar dribbled the ball, he hit the racket on the plastic ground and also hit No. 0's heart. Yes, he was anxious, 0 to 3, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Although the radar has a super aiming system, it cannot be used casually at any time. Super aiming has a limit on the number of times. At this time, the radar has the advantage and does not need to activate the system.

Breakthrough layups are the most stable and are closest to the basket. Coupled with the bounce of the radar, he is very sure to score again.

When Radar brought the ball into the penalty area again, the opponent's No. 0 pounced directly on him. Radar took off and No. 0 directly hugged Radar's feet.

With his lower body restricted, Radar lost his balance in the air when he jumped, and was then directly hugged by No. 0 and fell down.

"Ah!" Fang Lu covered her mouth and screamed.

“Hot chicken!”

"If you can't beat me, then I'll do something dirty!"

People on the sidelines were talking a lot, obviously they couldn't stand No. 0's flagrant foul behavior.

The Mamba team members immediately stepped forward to help Radar and asked each one if he was injured.

Hu Yue was so furious that he pushed No. 0 away and said, "You can't afford to lose, can you?"

The remaining five people from the opponent also surrounded him, and the tense situation reappeared again.

"Stop." Teacher Xiao shouted from the sidelines and stepped forward to stop him.

"Just play well, what's the point of playing dirty tricks?" Teacher Xiao scolded.

"I'm fine, keep going!" Radar said to No. 0 with an expressionless face, thank you for your black hand, I don't have to worry about hitting you anymore.

People on the field dispersed and the game continued.

"Senior, you have no chance." Radar said softly.

"Who said that?" No. 0 asked.

"If I say you don't have a chance, you won't have a chance."

After saying that, Radar didn't care about the defense in front of him, took a big step away from the three-point line, and shot directly.

"Shua" the basketball passed through the basket and entered the net hollowly.

"Wow, three points." Wang Dawei exclaimed, and the Mamba team cheered collectively again.

No. 0 can’t believe it. What kind of hit rate is this? Is this just luck? Are you stepping on shit?

The other five seniors also had ugly faces. They were originally here to cause trouble, but now they have no temper at all after being "beaten".

There is one last ball, let’s decide it quickly.

"Senior, you have to follow me closely, I'll go from the right." Radar said softly to the other party again.

Serving the ball in the middle circle, Radar dribbled slowly and walked from the right step by step. Just when everyone thought that Radar was going to slow down the rhythm and play steadily, suddenly Radar accelerated and broke through from the right.

No. 0 also accelerated immediately and was always in front of the radar. When it reached the three-point line, the radar suddenly stopped.

No. 0 had no time to react. By the time he braked, he was already two meters away from the radar.
Chapter completed!