svetikya Chapter 455
Chapter 455
"Damn, Zeng Haobo, what are you doing!" Sun Zhe's face immediately turned pale.
The faces of these players at BGI have changed drastically.
On the court, what I hate the most is this kind of unclean handpieces.
Even the wild field is not so dark.
You must know that a person has no point of focus in the air, and a dunk has great kinetic energy and inertia, and once a person is violently hit and loses his center of gravity and falls down at a strange angle, the fracture should be regarded as the lightest!
Yang Ming unbelievably suddenly twisted his waist in the air and turned his body to one hundred and eighty degrees, his movements were gorgeous, messy but not chaotic.
He was like a gorgeous swordsman, dodging the deadly blow with ease.
The most exciting thing is far more than that, after dodging, Yang Ming has changed from a one-handed tomahawk facing the basket to a wing with his back to the basket.
At this time, he still had the ball in his hand, only to hear a loud bang, a violent two-handed windmill reflexively buckled, and landed lightly!
The process seems to be very complicated, but the whole process is only three or four seconds.
And at the moment when Yang Ming landed.
The basketball court, which has surrounded nearly 100 people, is silent.
Everyone stared at the standing figure under the basket, their eyes shocked and fiery.
"Team... Captain, Lao Yang, this big windmill buckle, is not worse than Zhan Huang?" a BGI varsity player stammered.
"You only saw his big windmill back buckle? Lao Yang's ball skills, no matter how gorgeous the movements are, I am not surprised, but did you see his change of direction and turn in the air just now? God-like waist and hip core strength, extremely perverted physical fitness
!". Staring at Yang Ming deadly, Sun Zhe's voice was trembling because he was too emotional: "And his stagnation, just now Lao Yang jumped up and stopped in the air for at least two seconds! This is not counting the time to rise and fall, pure stagnation and two seconds in the air! You think about how long we can stop in the air without borrowing strength and not grabbing the basket? 0.5 seconds is already very, very awesome, and the basketball god Jordan's 0.92 second stagnation time is almost the limit of human beings, but Lao Yang, this guy, is going to take off!"
"Insiders
look at the doorway, laymen look at the liveliness."
The onlookers on the side of the court couldn't see Sun Zhe, a professional basketball player, so fine, but this did not prevent them from thinking that Yang Ming was powerful.
"Dude, awesome!" The students who realized it on the sidelines shouted and cheered.
"Brother, you don't seem to be on the school team, you have this skill, don't you play professionally to make a name for yourself in this bullfight with the garbage
?" "That's it, Team Sun, such a great big brother, don't our school team consider recruiting An?"
"Hurry up and recruit Team Sun! Our BGI should also win a championship this year!"
Sun Zhe: "............"
Sun Zhe felt bitter in his heart.
Do you think I don't want to?
If Lao Yang is willing to join the school team, what the hell is Zeng Haobo's.
Basketball, as a sport, is a visual feast of hormones.
If it weren't for Zeng Haobo's dirty hands, Yang Ming would simply send the ball into the basket with a one-handed tomahawk volley, everyone would still think that Yang Ming was very powerful, but it would never be as shocking as in front of him.
To a certain extent, Zeng Haobo's black hand made Yang Ming gorgeous in front of people, and also turned himself into a piece of shit that everyone avoids.
He didn't have the perverted body control of Yang Ming, and his entire center of gravity was almost smashed to the ground after the reckless body impact failed.
Yang Ming had a perfect curtain call in front of people, while he fell and ate.
Just when he wanted to get up, a foot appeared in front of his face: "You lost, do you remember what you promised before?"
Zeng Haobo looked up, only to see Yang Ming condescending, with no joy or anger on his face, as if he didn't know his dirty hands just now, he only remembered the previous bet.
"Get out!"
"Do you want to pay the bill?" "
Rely on your mother! What did Lao Tzu promise? Stupid thing, get out of the way of Lao Tzu!" Zeng
Haobo, who got up, pushed Yang Ming away and scolded and left.
Halfway through, the grandson stopped again, turned back and pointed at Yang Ming's nose and said, "The surname is Yang, don't think you won, I'll tell you, this matter is not over today!"
Yang Ming looked at his back as he was about to leave, and a cold glint surged in his eyes.
Hehe~
"Sun Zhe, pass the ball!"
Although he didn't understand what Yang Ming was going to do, Sun Zhe still threw the ball over to him.
Yang Ming stretched out his arms and five fingers with one hand to hold the basketball that flew over, and suddenly shook his arms and shot quickly.
The ball did not go towards Zeng Haobo, but smashed it at the backcourt rebound.
There was a loud bang.
The ball bounced violently after smashing the board, and this time the target was Zeng Haobo.
The effect of force is mutual, and if you have played billiards, you will understand that everything is possible to find the right angle.
But ordinary people only think about the brain hole, Yang Ming did it directly.
The horror is, he did.
Steady and ruthless, the rebounding basketball hit the back of Zeng Haobo's head.
The guy was walking down the aisle, slamming down hard and sliding face to the ground.
After a distance, a scarlet blood line appeared on the ground between the legs, like a 'one' scribble made of coarse chalk.
In the next second, Zeng Haobo's heart-rending screams were heard.
If nothing else, the tip of the grandson's nose should have been smoothed on the ground.