reborn perfect male god

Chapter 310 Lore?Anti lore!

In the last little time, relying on Lin Ruofeng's outstanding performance, he finally recovered the score and surpassed it.

"We haven't lost yet!"

Chen Jiaming looked at the last 21 seconds and roared angrily, he was going crazy, he had never been so aggrieved, no matter how he fought, Lin Ruofeng would always easily resolve it, and then counterattacked.

"As long as our ball is close, you will lose!" Chen Jiaming took control of the ball, delaying time, he needed a shot at the last moment, and then dedicated the lore.

Team Le Jia, Zhao Ping, Ou Yuxiu and others are waiting for it seriously, and they must not relax in the next moment, because there are still 21 seconds left!
21 seconds is very short, but it still allows the Nanhe team to organize an effective attack.

on the commentary.

Hou Ping said with some concern: "Lin Ruofeng's previous offensive was very swift and fierce. He almost recovered [-] points by himself and overtook him. Now the Le Jia team is leading by one point. However, despite the lead, the Nanhe team is holding on to the last attack , if the offense scores, then it is a lore!"

Fang Zhixin nodded and said: "Although the Nanhe team is not pleasing, they still have strength. Before, I thought that it would be a happy event for Lin Ruofeng to recover the score and then overtake, but I ignored the problem of time. Now the Nanhe team seems to be They are at a disadvantage, but they seize the last chance to attack, if they enter, they will directly kill the game!"

"Lin Ruofeng is very fierce, but he probably forgot about the time issue. The Nanhe team's scoring rate is not low!"

"Yes, the Guangjun coach called a timeout. It seems that he was discussing how to play the last wave of balls well!"

"I hope the Guangjun can think of an effective solution!"

"Well, the timeout is over, and the Nanhe team has organized an attack! Let me see at the last moment, who will win this victory!"

On the court, players from both sides enter the field.

The South River team made a free throw from the sideline, and the four players on the field stood in a row at the free throw line.

Beep~!

As the referee's whistle sounded, Chen Jiaming immediately got the ball, and Lin Ruofeng rushed forward.

Chen Jiaming was not in a hurry to attack, it seemed that he was going to make the last attack, he wanted to suppress the game, and the decisive victory was the last ball.

The two sides came and went, basketball was passed back and forth between the Nanhe team, in order to prevent Lin Ruofeng's super jump, the Nanhe team used short-distance fast passes to delay time.

"Damn, why is the Nanhe team so wordy!"

"The hateful Nanhe team is thinking of killing us!"

"It must be this idea, otherwise it wouldn't have been passed on!"

"Damn it! Time just passed by like this!"

In the auditorium, the home fans clenched their fists anxiously, and almost everyone stood up.

"Hahaha, the Nanhe team is sure to win! What Lin Ruofeng! What Le Jia, that's all!"

"That's right, Chen Jiaming's last shot was a lore! I heard that Lin Ruofeng made a lore for the Nancheng team, and now the Nanhe team has a lore for Le Jia. It's so cool!"

Before throwing the ball, the South River fans in the corner started talking nonsense, causing many home fans to glare.However, those people didn't care. Most of them were just making fun of Le Jia and Lin Ruofeng when they said it to themselves.

At this point, the game has entered the last ten seconds!
ten!
Nine!
Eight!
The fans' hearts were raised, and they watched the game and the countdown on it back and forth, and followed silently in their hearts.

At this moment, after a Nanhe player passed the ball to Chen Jiaming, he quickly helped the Chen family block Lin Ruofeng.Fortunately, Zhao Ping didn't react slowly, and quickly stepped forward to block Chen Jiaming.

"Hey, it's late!"

Seeing this, Chen Jiaming smiled coldly.I saw another Nanhe team player rushing over, took the ball from Chen Jiaming, and was about to shoot.

"Not good! Ou Yuxiu!"

Zhao Ping yelled and hurriedly stopped the man. At the same time, Ou Yuxiu also rushed to stop him.

However, what I never expected was that Chen Jiaming actually played back the carbine. The man didn't throw the ball at all, but passed the ball in a throwing posture.

Seeing this, Lin Ruofeng quickly got rid of the opponent's entanglement, and rushed towards Chen Jiaming.But Chen Jiaming smiled. "Say it, you're done!"

Standing on the inside, the two players were attracted. There was only one substitute in front of Chen Jiaming, how could he stop him, pass him in two or three, and go straight to the basket.

Whoosh!
The basketball rolled down from the hoop!
South River scored!
The score is 93:92!

"It's over!"

"Losing!"

"I actually lost!"

"I'm really not reconciled!"

Looking at this scene, all the home fans clenched their fists and watched the score in disbelief!
"Hahahahahaha."

The entire silent scene recalled insolent laughter.

"Let me just say it, Lin Ruofeng is a piece of rubbish, it's like playing in front of Chen Jiaming! How is it now? Have you lost?"

"I'm dying of laughter. I thought he was invincible when I saw him before. What about now? The result? I lost!"

"How powerful does he think it is, it looks like that!"

The fans of the Nanhe team began to mock endlessly, all kinds of contempt and ridicule spewed out of their mouths one after another.

It was said that all the home fans wanted to step forward and tear them apart, but the reality is that the Le Jia team lost!Was killed!
on the field.

"Hahahaha~! Let me just say it! What Le Jia? It's all rubbish! I won! The Nanhe team won!"

After Chen Jiaming scored the winning goal, he roared wildly on the court, and immediately burst out laughing.

Commentary seat.

"I didn't expect Chen Jiaming to really invest in it!" Hou Ping said in a nasty voice. As a die-hard fan of the Lejia team and Lin Ruofeng, this situation is really hard to accept.

"That's right, Chen Jiaming has won the game!" Fang Zhixin also sighed.

"No, look quickly, there is still time on the big screen!" Hou Ping seemed to grasp the last straw.

1.01 seconds!
The last time displayed on the big screen.

"Hehe, one second? It's not like it happened before, but the chance of this situation is too small, how is it possible in this situation now!" Fang Zhixin looked at the big screen, shook his head and smiled wryly.

But Hou Ping shouted excitedly. "Don't forget who is playing! It's Lin Ruofeng! Lin Ruofeng!"

On the field, Chen Jiaming showed his arrogance.

"Boy! How's it going?" Chen Jiaming shouted proudly to Lin Ruofeng.

However, Lin Ruofeng stretched out his finger and pointed upwards.

"What?" Chen Jiaming was puzzled, looking at Lin Ruofeng's finger, it was the countdown on the field, with 1.01 seconds left!
"Could it be this guy!"

Chen Jiaming felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Lin Ruofeng rushed towards the Nanhe team's half court, while Zhao Ping served the ball from the sideline, and as soon as he got the ball, he threw it towards the Nanhe team's basket.

Suddenly, the basketball ran through the audience!

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Ruofeng received the ball.

"Asshole! I will never let you in!"

Chen Jiaming and the other two attacked Lin Ruofeng. The moment Lin Ruofeng received the ball, he felt a pain in his stomach. It was Chen Jiaming's knee that pressed against his stomach.The other two rushed up and pretended to grab the ball, and then hit Lin Ruofeng hard on the back of the head with their elbows. Chen Jiaming took this opportunity to punch Lin Ruofeng in the left eye.

The other two put their feet on Lin Ruofeng's calf, causing Lin Ruofeng to fall to the sidelines.

However, Lin Ruofeng suddenly turned around, facing upwards, and threw both hands towards the top of the backboard.

Beep~!

The referee's whistle sounded.

At the same time, the basketball flew from behind the backboard and fell into the basket with great precision.

Buzzer!
The goal is valid!

But Lin Ruofeng fell heavily on the ground, blood flowed out from the back of his head, a sense of dizziness flooded his head, and when he closed his eyes, the score jumped suddenly.

93: 94!

Lejia team won!
Roar!
At this moment, the audience is boiling.

(End of this chapter)