God level takeaway system

Seeing a tall man in front, Zhao Mingjie's teammate intercepted the ball, and the ball was still beyond the three-point line. In such a situation, the opponent would not easily come over to steal the ball, especially after seeing Wang Mian's flexible pace just now, Zhao Mingjie's teammate , not daring to move an inch, and used his height advantage to block Wang Mian from beyond the 2-point line.

But who knows, just as Wang Mian's foot stepped on the three-point line, he jumped up slightly, leaned back, and his movements were standard, with impeccable throwing movements. He threw the ball with three steps back.

"Swipe..." a sound.

The basketball was thrown from the very center of the hoop, a hollow, which stunned all the cheerleaders outside the field and forgot to restore the colored silk threads in their hands.

"Okay!" Zhao Mingjie walked towards Wang Mian, reaching out to pat Wang Mian's shoulder, but Wang Mian rubbed his footsteps slightly, but he missed it.

"Amazing, you really are an omnipotent delivery boy? Today, there seems to be a delivery boy who plays League of Legends god-level operations on the Internet, is it you?" Zhao Mingjie smiled, but his eyes were cold. Mang said.

"Hehe, I'm just good at sports, I don't know how to play that kind of e-sports." Wang Mian said truthfully.

"Just now I saw that you are very agile. Since you are so good at basketball, why don't we go it alone, what do you think?" Zhao Mingjie still hasn't heard about Wang Mian breaking his ball and passing it through his crotch.

This kind of thing is very rare in official games, because the success rate is very small, but once it succeeds, it can greatly damage the morale of the opponent's players.

And he, Zhao Mingjie, couldn't believe that a delivery guy could beat him in basketball.

"Unless it's him..." Zhao Mingjie's mind flashed the appearance of Wang Mian a few days ago.

But at this moment, Wang Mian was not Wang Mian, so he naturally couldn't recognize him. If he could truly recognize Wang Mian himself, I don't know if he would have such confidence.

"Okay—" Wang Mian only said one word, his expression seemed extremely calm, without any fear at all.

"Oh, oh, oh—"

The surrounding teammates started booing.

"Then let's do this, how about three goals each?" Zhao Mingjie said angrily.

But he had a smile on his face, because Wang Mian's identity was just a delivery guy, and he didn't want others to say that he was stingy and get angry with a delivery guy.

At this moment, a teammate of Zhao Mingjie came between them and said, "I throw the ball, whoever catches it first will have the ball."

The two nodded at the same time. The tall man looked at the two of them and threw one hand up. Wang Mian's knees were slightly bent, but Zhao Mingjie couldn't wait to fly up and grab the basketball.

I wanted to look down proudly, Wang Mian, but when I found that the other party didn't even move, his expression became a little ferocious again.

"Mingjie, come on." At this moment, a sweet and lovely girl shouted outside the arena.

Wang Mian and Zhao Mingjie looked at the same time, Wang Mian didn't recognize her, but from the girl's hopeful gaze, Wang Mian knew that this must be Zhao Mingjie's girlfriend.

The corners of Wang Mian's mouth curled up slightly.

"Then I'm here, takeaway brother..." Zhao Mingjie felt empty-handed as soon as he finished speaking.

Turning around to look, at some point, the ball in his hand was cut off by Wang Mian, and behind him, Wang Mian easily made a layup and the ball went in.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide, because Wang Mian's broken ball just now was too beautiful and too fast.

Wang Mian ran to Zhao Mingjie's place and said, "Is it time for me to take the ball? My master taught me not to talk too much on the court or during a real match."

Zhao Mingjie's face was a little pale, and he stared carefully at Wang Mian's face, Wang Mian also stared back at him without any fear.

"You look like a friend of mine?" Zhao Mingjie said.

"Oh—really? The provincial team." Wang Mian said.

"No—just like you, he's a bitch delivering food." Zhao Mingjie gritted his teeth.

At this time, he had already torn his face, and he could not care so much, and directly sweared at each other.

"Hehe!" Wang Mian said with a smile, "It's an honor, but I'm only an amateur. Don't be angry if I win. Friendship comes first, competition comes second."

At this time, Wang Mian had already got the basketball, and his whole body swayed to the left. Zhao Mingjie sneered. This was obviously a fake move, but his eyes widened. What he saw in his eyes showed that Wang Mian was about to break out to the left.

He lost his composure, and went directly to the left to intercept, but Wang Mian's body suddenly froze in mid-air, and then his body was violently pulled back to the right.

"Not good, fake move." Zhao Mingjie didn't care so much, and immediately raised his thigh to kick Wang Mian's right direction.

It's foul, but it's better than losing a goal.

However, Wang Mian's movements made people vomit blood uncomfortable visually. He obviously felt his body move to the right, but suddenly he bent his knees slightly in the center, and then he jumped up easily, shot backwards, and swiped again. , a hollow ball.

The gymnasium was as quiet as no one was there, and the crowd couldn't even hear the bustling traffic outside at the moment.

"Wow - the takeaway guy is so handsome." A cheerleader girl said.

Zhao Mingjie changed the ball to Zhao Mingjie, his hands trembled a little, and he didn't dare to be careless or talk nonsense.

The moment he got the ball, he was in full swing. It was really troublesome for Wang Mian to intercept such a big man. He could choose whatever he wanted, and he directly retreated to the block.

Zhao Mingjie flew straight up and was about to dunk the ball. In his mind, he would definitely win this shot.

"Is it a sure win?" A cold voice directly extinguished the flame that had ignited in his heart just now.

In the dementia of the audience, Wang Mian jumped half a body higher than Zhao Mingjie, and then his hands directly grabbed the basketball that Zhao Mingjie was about to dunk, "It landed with a bang."

When Zhao Mingjie was still slightly paused in the air, he was doubled up, holding the basketball in his forearms with both hands and bending back, "swipe—" a sound.

The basketball was dunked into the hoop, Wang Mian grabbed the hoop with both hands, shook it two or three times, and then jumped off.

"Sometimes, a small person doesn't necessarily have poor jumping ability." Wang Mian waved his fingers at Zhao Mingjie, signaling that he couldn't do it.

Then he walked directly to the sidelines, picked up his big takeaway box, and walked directly outside the basketball hall.

"Is it videotaped?" said one of Zhao Mingjie's teammates.

"Recorded, recorded, this delivery boy is really fierce?"

"It seems that I accidentally posted it on the Internet just now." Another teammate said.

Zhao Mingjie immediately roared and said, "You guys are inhumane, you must regret me."

"You're just a trash. You can't even play basketball like a delivery boy. I really don't know how you got into the provincial team." Another teammate said very disdainfully.

"I entered by virtue of my strength," Zhao Mingjie said impatiently. If such a video is posted online, there will definitely be an uproar, and his future will definitely be ruined. Regardless of whether the delivery boy is really good or not, he is not a professional basketball player after all. .

"Only you, relying on your strength, the takeaway boy I was just now, is much better than you." Someone said disdainfully.

I don't know why, but what flashed in Zhao Mingjie's mind was Wang Mian's face, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.