The King of the NBA

"It's over, it's 8:1."

"The gap is too big. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't play. Just let the court go."

"This is miserable, my new jersey"

On the sidelines, some people were talking.

From the words of these people, Ning Yi learned that number 11 and a few friends came to this stadium first, and then number 3 came with a group of people. After number 3 came, let number 11 leave. The number suggested a one-on-one bullfight, and whoever loses should get out.

Moreover, you have to leave the jersey and leave shirtless.

"Later, let people come first to get out. If you can't do it, you will have a bullfight. If you lose, you will keep your jersey." Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at No. 3. "This kid is so arrogant, it's too much."

A voice suddenly sounded: "Yuan Hao, come on!"

This is a Chinese girl with a very good figure, about 1.75 meters tall, with a slender willow waist, slender legs, round and straight, wearing a pair of jeans, which makes her curves look even more proud.

Moreover, she is very beautiful, with exquisite features, as if carved from white jade, with slender eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a pair of big eyes like a pool of autumn water, bright and clear.

Seeing this girl, Ning Yi couldn't help being stunned, not because this girl was beautiful, but because he knew this girl: "Ye Qian, why is she here?"

This girl's name is Ye Qian. She was Ning Yi's school beauty in high school. She was in the same grade as Ning Yi, but they were in different classes. They didn't have much contact with each other. Ning Yi knew her, but she didn't necessarily know Ning Yi.

On the field, No. 11 was encouraged by Ye Qian, and seemed to have regained his fighting spirit. With a serious face and a determined face, he roared at No. 3: "Come on."

"Heh." No. 3 smiled contemptuously and started to attack.

This time, No. 3 is very direct. After an acceleration, there is a dry pull. He is about the same height as No. 11, but his bounce is higher, so even though he makes a shot in front of No. 11, No. 11 can't cover it.

Swish!

The goal was scored, 9:1.

This result made No. 11 depressed, and even Ye Qian's voice weakened.

For the last ball, No. 3 chose to break through. This is his best scoring method. He scored the ball steadily and beat No. 11 with a score of 10:1, which is almost a complete victory.

"You lost." No. 3 pointed at No. 11, "Keep your jersey." Then, he pointed to a few people standing beside the girl, "And theirs, and then you can get out."

No. 11 gritted his teeth, his face livid.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Everyone was surprised, looking at Xunsheng, their eyes were all on Ning Yi.

Ye Qian looked at Ning Yi, frowned slightly, and whispered to herself: "Why does this person look familiar, I seem to have seen it there, but I can't remember it."

No. 3 stared at Ning Yi with bad eyes, and said coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Play a game with you, one-on-one." Ning Yi pointed at No. 11 and the people around Ye Qian, "If I lose, their jerseys, including mine, will be kept, and we will leave. If you lose, please get out of here with the people you brought. Of course, you must keep the jersey."

"Their jerseys have already been lost. You are the only one. I don't think you are qualified to bet with us." No. 3 shook his head.

"Are you afraid?" Ning Yi smiled.

No. 3 narrowed his eyes, stared at Ning Yi for a while, and suddenly laughed: "It doesn't matter, just bet, just do as you said, let's start."

On the sidelines, Ye Qian couldn't remember where she met Ning Yi, and when she heard that Ning Yi was going to fight No. 3 one-on-one, she persuaded in Huaxia Yuyu: "Hey, don't fight with him, he Very powerful, even Yuan Hao is not his opponent. Yuan Hao is on our school team, even he is not the opponent of No. 3, you can't beat him."

"Yes." No. 11 also said: "Brother, although you are taller than him, playing basketball is not only based on your height. That kid is fast, good at technique, and good at jumping, you"

Before No. 11 finished speaking, Ning Yi interrupted with a smile: "It's okay, let's play, the big deal is a jersey. Anyway, you have already lost."

"." No. 11 choked, speechless.

"Come on." No. 3 patted the ball and passed it to Ning Yi with a shake of his hand, "You attack first."

"Okay." Ning Yi nodded, calling you crazy, isn't he just an amateur player, level 3 is close to level 4, I can blow you up even if I don't have a system, and you will cry later.

On the sidelines, people stared at the two on the field.

Some people were commenting that No. 3's face was relaxed, and he sneered at Ning Yi in a low voice, probably saying that although Ning Yi was tall, he was actually useless and was hanged and beaten. The people around Ye Qian looked anxious, and they didn't know if Ning Yi could do it, but anyway, they lost on the 11th, so let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Ning Yi started to attack.

Number 3 is at the amateur level, Ning Yi has no interest in entangled with him at all, and is too lazy to show any extra skills, after a couple of dribbles, he directly pulls out and shoots with his hand raised.

"What?" No. 3 was taken aback. He didn't expect Ning Yi to be so direct. It was too late when he jumped up. The ball had already flown out of Ning Yi's hand, crossed a line, and finally hit the ball with a swish sound. .

On the sidelines, people were in an uproar.

It was so direct, so unexpected.

Even they didn't expect Ning Yi to be so direct, he threw it when he came up, and he didn't care about No. 3 at all, and shot directly in front of him-the key is, he got in.

"One." Ning Yi said.

"Humph." No. 3 came back to his senses, snorted, and stared at Ning Yi carefully, "Come again."

This time, Ning Yi shot directly, but No. 3 reacted quickly enough and jumped up desperately, but the problem was that he and Ning Yi were more than ten centimeters behind. As far as his jumping is concerned, it is not bad among amateur players, but it is nothing compared to Ning Yi's level. If you want to block Ning Yi like this, it's a dream!

Swish!

Another one.

People have been stunned, what is this situation?

"The second one." Ning Yi said, attacking again.

Still shooting, another hit.

No. 3 vomits blood and is extremely depressed. This is simply bullying. Isn't it just more than ten centimeters taller? As for life and death, do you use this trick?

Next, No. 3 learned to be smart and knew that it was difficult to cover Ning Yi, so he didn't want to be ashamed at all. He specially covered Ning Yi's eyes and sealed his face with his hands.

But in the end, it still went in.

This is the gap between amateur players and professional players.

What's more, Ning Yi's shooting has reached level 7, which is an average level in the NBA, and his height is more than ten centimeters higher than No. 3. If he still can't make a shot, then don't play.

Swish!

swish.

For several balls in a row, Ning Yi was all shots, all hits, without exception.

But in a short time, after ten balls were played, Ning Yi won without any suspense, and hit No. 3 with a score of 10:0.

No. 3 froze for a while, then recovered, looked at Ning Yi, and said: "I lost, you are very powerful, can you tell me your name?"

Ning Yi said: "My name is Ning Yi."