The amazement of the melon-eating crowd around made Yang Mingye and others look ugly.

The sophistication and cooperation shown by the three Youle, especially the three-pointer who was like a knife, made them see the gap between themselves and professional players.

The gap between this even made Yang Mingye and the others feel desperate.

But now there is no turning back, and there is no room for regret.

At the beginning, Yang Mingye felt that as long as the three of them united and worked hard to fight, even if they lost, they could still make a good deal of the situation.

However, Youle felt very comfortable in his heart. Everyone's amazement made him feel uncontrollable.

It seems that the touch is good today, with a very long three-pointer, you can make it with just a shot!

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at Liu Rumeng, wanting to see how Liu Rumeng was impressed by her performance.

But after turning his head, he found that Liu Rumeng was still disgusted.

I suddenly felt depressed and thought to myself, don’t she like to watch three points?

Even if she is a NBA, she is still a three-pointer. Why does she look like she doesn't like it very much?

Could it be that she doesn't know much about how difficult it is to hit a long-distance three-pointer?

Yes, women do not seem to be very good at associations in this regard.

Maybe in her opinion, it's easy to make a three-pointer...

It seems that I have to use another means to conquer her.

Since the three-pointer is not good, let her see my fancy ball control methods.

Thinking of this, You Le raised his head and said to Yang Mingye, who was still in shock: "I just scored a goal and hit you stupid? My psychological endurance is too bad, right?"

The strong man on Youle also followed the joke and echoed: "That's right, what kind of basketball should I play with this psychological tolerance? After a game later, I won't you have to find a place to commit suicide, right?"

Yang Mingye was squeezed and his face turned red and his neck was thick. He said unhappily: "Who can't bear it? Didn't he just score a goal? It's just the beginning, just like you've already won. Do you have to have some face?"

"Hey, it's good that you haven't been beaten stupid. It's time for you to serve. Hurry up, finish you up early, I have other things to do!"

You Le said lightly, and the proud look on his face was extremely worthy of being beaten.

Yang Mingye gritted his teeth and said to Chu Moyu and another classmate: "We must play fast attack. Moyu serves the ball later. I stand under the basket. If you catch the ball, give it to me and let me make a layup directly!"

Yang Mingye’s ability to read competitions is also quite good.

If you know how to dribble or pick-and-roll skills with professional streetball players like Youle, you won’t have the advantage.

I can only stand 3v3 and play in the halftime, with a relatively small range, so I can attack directly at the basket without having to pass it for a long time.

After all, the martial arts in the world are only fast and not broken!

However, after hearing his arrangement, You Le and the other two, they all showed a sneer on their faces.

Soon, Chu Moyu started serving. After another classmate received the ball, he also followed Yang Mingye's request to shake the defending player aside with a fake move and directly passed the ball to Yang Mingye.

This is the purpose of passing the ball. Before Yang Mingye could touch the ball, he was intercepted by Youle, who had been prepared for a long time, halfway through the road.

Yang Mingye was so angry that he punched his palm, sighed, and instinctively wanted to go over and pester You Le, trying to grab the ball back.

But the strong man on the Youle team saw this and opened his arms and stopped Yang Mingye, making it impossible for him to take care of Youle at all.

Another classmate was also entangled. The only one with room for movement was Chu Moyu, who had just served and walked into the stadium.

Chu Moyu also felt under great pressure when he let go of Youle, who is known as the prince of street football.

But Chu Moyu also knew that it was up to him to stop Youle and find a chance to turn the tables.

So Chu Moyu cheered up and stared at Youle with all concentration.

His hands were shaking in front of Youle's eyes like octopus, preventing Youle's gaze.

At the same time, he followed Youle's pace and stopped Youle from rushing to the basket.

However, Youle is a street ball bird and has a lot of experience in controlling the ball.

The basketball seemed to be growing in his hands. He wanted to control wherever he went, and the ball would definitely follow him.

Even though Chu Moyu let go, he could still play the fancy technique of crossing the ball under his crotch, and he was not afraid that Chu Moyu would reach out to steal it.

You Le played the movements so fancyly that Chu Moyu was dazzled, but he didn't dare to reach out to steal them casually.

After all, I accidentally hit You Le, but even if it was a foul, even if there was no referee, there were so many viewers watching.

It's really a foul. If you don't want to admit it, it won't work.

Judging from Youle's accurate three-pointer, you can know that if you let him go to the free throw line, it would be equivalent to giving away points.

So what Chu Moyu can do now is to try to block Youle's way and prevent him from breaking into the penalty area under the basket.

But how could Youle, the prince of street ball, be so easy to stop?

I saw Youle swaying left and right in the same place, like a street dance.

At the beginning, Chu Moyu was able to hold on.

But after a few times, You Le finally tricked him over. His feet tilted, his body fell to his right hand, and he was directly shaken by You Le.

After shaking to Chu Moyu, Youle showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

Then he rushed into the basket from the right, made a three-step layup, and easily sent the basketball into the basket.

After doing all this, Chu Moyu couldn't even get up.

Looking at the smug smile on You Le's face, he felt both annoyed and angry when he touched it, and he was so angry that he punched the floor.

The people who worshipped Yule nearby saw that Youle showed such beautiful extraordinary skills and also saw Youle's handsome layup, and they all spontaneously applauded Youle.

"I am worthy of being the prince of street ball, this ball is simply beautiful!"

"I feel that even if Youle plays professional competitions, he is fully qualified!"

"Why do you have to play professional games? Now he is so famous in the streetball world and his status is not inferior to that of a professional player at all!"

"Isn't it? There are often professional players, but there are not many street ball princes. It is said that Youle can earn hundreds of thousands a year now. If you win a good ranking in the 3v3 national competition this time, there will probably be sports brands that will ask him to endorse him, and you will earn more at that time!"

Yang Mingye and another classmate got rid of the defender and walked to Chu Moyu, helping Chu Moyu up from left and right.

Yang Mingye quickly asked Chu Moyu with concern: "Mo Yu, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!