God level black shop

Chapter 7 7, when the uncle is playing ball, you are still liquid

stadium.

The first round of the Jiangcheng Amateur Basketball League, the Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School staff basketball team VS Jiangcheng Mining Group basketball team is about to start.

After changing his jersey, Qiu Yuejin is warming up on the sidelines. After a period of familiarization, he has gradually adapted to the feeling of "spring under his feet", and he has more expectations for the next game in his heart.

"Old Qiu, today's condition is good."

Xu Guangqing, the principal of No. [-] Middle School, was on the sidelines. He came here on purpose to cheer for the team.

"It's pretty good." Qiu Yuejin chuckled.

"Then teach those brats a lesson and let them know that Jiang is still hot!" Xu Guangqing stretched out his thick palm and patted Qiu Yuejin on the shoulder.

"Well, I'll do my best."

Qiu Yuejin adjusted the wristband on his hand with a confident smile on his face. Although he didn't know why his physical condition was so abnormal today, it was definitely a good thing for the current game.

beep!
With the whistle of the referee, the game officially began. Jiangcheng Mining Group has strong financial resources. The age is as high as 25 years old. Although Qiu Yuejin is several years old by himself, but overall, the Second Middle School is still much older than the other side. It is a proper "uncle team".

The paper strength of the two sides is clear at a glance, so the audience who came to watch the game also have a basic judgment on the outcome of the game.

Sure enough, at the beginning of the game, Mineral Group showed their youthful and energetic side. First, they jumped the ball to seize the opportunity. Then, the point guard wearing the No. 1 jersey launched an attack. The basketball was quickly passed in the hands of several players, and finally the No. [-] player I found an open space and took a mid-range shot, but the ball missed and hit the basket and bounced out...

"Rebound!!"

The players on both sides shouted in a tacit understanding.

"It's mine!"

The No. 4 player of the Mineral Group is over 195 in height, and he can be regarded as a "big mac" big center in the amateur league. Seeing the basketball flying towards his position, he jumped lightly and stretched out a pair of long arms at the same time. This rebound seems to be in his pocket.

However, just when his hands were about to touch the basketball in the air, a hand suddenly "fell from the sky" and pushed the basketball out, and it happened to fall into the hands of member No. 7 of the "No. [-] Middle School Teacher".

"Oh, should I go?"

Mineral Group No. 4, who returned empty-handed, let out an exclamation after landing, and glanced at the person who "snatched food from the tiger's mouth". However, when he saw that the other party turned out to be an "old man" in his early fifties, he suddenly dumbfounded.

During the warm-up, Qiu Yuejin found that his jumping ability seemed to be even more amazing than when he was practicing high jump. When he got into the actual combat with real swords and guns, it was really like this. Naturally, he was surprised and happy.

"This ball is beautiful, Lao Qiu!"

The teachers and staff of No. [-] Middle School launched a counterattack, and the teammates who were going down quickly did not forget to give him a thumbs up when they passed by Qiu Yuejin.

Qiu Yuejin took a deep breath and thought, whether it's a dream or an illusion, I'll fuck his mother first today! !

Whoosh~!

After passing the basketball a few times, it was sent to Qiu Yuejin. The player defending him was the No. 1 player of Mineral Group. He looked about 23 or 1.8 years old. He was just over [-] meters tall. .

"Old man, go home and take your grandson, the court is not suitable for you." The little dreadlock challenged with contempt.

Qiu Yuejin smiled: "Boy, when your uncle played ball, you were still liquid!"

"Damn, oh!" The little dirty braid viciously raised his middle finger at Chong Qiuyuejin.

Seeing this, Qiu Yuejin was overjoyed, and turned to look at the referee on the sidelines, signaling that the opponent's actions were not friendly.

Beep~!

The referee then blew his whistle and stopped the game.

"Mineral Group No. 1 player, technical foul, two free throws and one throw!"

Giving the middle finger to the opposing player in a basketball game is strictly prohibited, of course, except for one person...

"Boy, do you think you are Mutombo?" Qiu Yuejin smiled at the little dreadlock, and then walked to the free throw line.

"I'm fucked! This old ghost!!" The little dirty braid was speechless for a while.

Standing in front of the free throw line, Qiu Yuejin was very relaxed and made two free throws steadily.

2: 0!

"Second Middle School teachers" took the lead and took the lead.

After the free throw, the ball was still owned by the teachers of the No. [-] Middle School, and after a few passes of the basketball, it was in the hands of Qiu Yuejin again.

"Old ghost, I guarantee that the free throw just now was your last score today!" Xiaodang stretched his arms and stood close to the defense.

"Young man, don't talk too much." Qiu Yuejin said while dribbling the ball slowly.

"Old devil, just let the horse come over and try it. Just don't say that I bully the old man." The little dreadlocks continued to provoke, talking trash, in fact, "trash talking" can be regarded as a kind of "culture" on the basketball court , using words to disrupt the opponent's offensive thinking, sometimes it often has unexpected results.

However, this kind of inferior provocation is of no use to a familiar old guy like Qiu Yuejin, but today Qiu Yuejin came with a "plug-in", and he doesn't mind educating the ignorant descendants.

"Just try it!"

Qiu Yuejin sped up his dribbling speed, made a fake move, then jumped up on the spot and shot a three-pointer.

His set of movements is very similar to the current NBA star Stephen Curry, with clean shots and elegant movements.

"Oh, I'll go, old ghost, are you crazy, dare to stand up to three points in front of the young master!"

Xiao Zangzhu snorted coldly, and jumped up to block Qiu Yuejin's shot, but after he was in the air, he realized that his outstretched hand could not interfere with the opponent's shot at all.

Swish~!

The basketball drew an almost perfect arc in the air and hit the net.

Three points, hit! !

5: 0!

The unpopular "Second Middle School Teachers" set off a small climax at the beginning.

"I X!"

"Depend on!"

"Nani!!"

The players of Mineral Group couldn't help but swear, all of them were shocked.

The little dreadlock also had an unbelievable expression in his eyes. An uncle in his 50s actually made a three-pointer against his own defense. This is too embarrassing. How can he be messed up in the basketball circle in the future.

"Old Qiu, awesome!"

"Good job!"

"Old Qiu, you must have taken a stimulant today!"

While the teammates retreated, they all walked up to Qiu Yuejin to praise him.

Qiu Yuejin smiled, hiding his merit and fame.

Next, the Mineral Group launched an attack, and the little dreadlocks took control of the ball. After halftime, they found Qiu Yuejin directly.

"Old ghost, don't be too complacent, let's see how I beat you up!"

After the little dirty braid finished speaking, he made a few fancy crotch dribbles in a row, then saw the timing, jumped up suddenly, and also made a pull-up jumper. He wanted to return one, so he could save some face.

The basketball shot, the trajectory is good...

However, a big hand suddenly appeared on the trajectory of the basketball.

Snapped! !

Like a fly swatting a fly, that big hand directly slapped the basketball flying in the air! !

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(End of this chapter)