pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 69 The Chinese Combination
At 22:30 in the evening, it may not be suitable to eat hot pot at this time, but Fu Di had a solid meal.

"There's something about these old blacks." Fu Di was pulled up from the ground by Mu Chenfeng.

"There's nothing here, it's obviously very interesting." Mu Chenfeng looked at the five people opposite him, and the fighting spirit in his eyes had already been ignited.

Fu Di personally verified Mu Chenfeng's judgment. There is indeed no loophole in the joint defense of these five people. Even if you break through the first line of defense, there are second and third lines behind, and there is always one that you cannot break through.

Below the basket is an absolute penalty area.

"You can't enter the restricted area." Mu Chenfeng asserted.

"Can they be trusted?" Fu Di thought of those three unremarkable teammates at this moment.

"You can't play 2 against 5, right?" Mu Chenfeng said helplessly.

"It can only be this way."

The performance of the three black teammates was not as bad as Fu Di thought. On the contrary, they defended well and put the ball down with a beer belly.

Fu Di couldn't help giving his teammates a thumbs up, praising them for not being useless.

"They are more reliable than expected." Mu Chenfeng praised.

The excellent performance of his teammates also gave Fu Di confidence, "On the offensive end, we have to rely on the two of us."

"You have to think of a way." Mu Chenfeng frowned and thought about a way to break the defense.

"What else are you thinking about? If you can't rush, you'll be done with the vote." Fu Di interrupted directly.

At a 45° angle on the right, Fu Di shot out of the three-point line and hit a three-pointer directly with Shi Lengjian.

The ball was won suddenly, and the opponent's attention was on the zone defense. He didn't expect Fu Di to shoot directly, which gave Fu Di an easy shot.

"Look." After scoring the goal, Fu Di did not forget to show off to Mu Chenfeng, "Why do you think so much about playing a ball?"

"Just this one shot, they will definitely guard you next time." Mu Chenfeng said.

This three-pointer is like pressing the opponent's offensive switch. The five players start together and press into the opponent's half. After all, the teammates are three fat guys, and the defense in the positional battle is okay. If the speed is a little faster, the footsteps can't keep up.

"Give it to me, I'll shoot him to death." Fu Di asked for the ball again and made a three-pointer from almost the same position.

This time the opponent took precautions, but it didn't help. Fu Di scored another goal.

The first goal can be said to be foolish, but the second goal is based on strength.

"Okay." Mu Chenfeng admired Di's touch.

"It's only scored two, and it's still eight." After scoring two three-pointers, Fu Di was full of confidence.

8?This kid probably wants to solve the battle directly with 10 three-pointers.

In the next round, the opponent used his personal ability to score in singles.

Then Fu Di responded with a third three-pointer.

"Three!" Mu Chenfeng was completely stunned. Three three-pointers are scary enough, and the most terrifying thing is the 100% hit rate.

Fu Di's performance provoked a double team from the opponent, which is star-level treatment.

However, this did not curb Fu Di's offensive firepower, but made his attack more ferocious.

In order to deal with double-teaming, Fu Di extended his shooting area a step further, and made a super-long three-pointer, and the basketball bounced out of the frame.

100% win rate terminated.

However, in the subsequent attack, Fu Di continued his unsolvable touch. He was in the position where he just missed the shot. This time he did not miss and scored the 12th point.

"It's your turn." Fu Di winked at Mu Chenfeng.

Mu Chenfeng understood.

Fu Di's three-pointer has formed enough threats to make the opponent dare not be careless, so he diverted a lot of defensive attention, which gave his heart an opportunity to take advantage of.

Fu Di's top arc attracted double-teaming, Mu Chenfeng went down smoothly, caught the ball, took off and attacked the basket, the opponent's big man raised his hands to block, Mu Chenfeng dodged in the air, and succeeded in picking the basket.

The super long time in the air made Mu Chenfeng once again become the focus of discussion among the audience.

"Good job!" Fu Di and Mu Chenfeng clapped their hands in celebration, and other teammates also applauded.

It is not a matter of pride for Americans that two yellow men are killing four sides on the American home court.

The other party got together to discuss countermeasures.

In fact, the best way to deal with players who feel hot is to cut off the ball. As the saying goes, a smart woman can't cook without rice, and naturally she won't score without the ball in her hand.

The opponent deliberately sent people around to defend Mu Chenfeng and Fu Di, and the effect was immediate. Without the participation of the two of them, the attack was forced to stagnate, and those three people were simply unable to play the role of finishing.

With the 24 seconds approaching, the teammate was forced to take a shot, and the ball's line was outrageous.

"Who says you can't score without the ball in your hands?" A yellow flash jumped up from the black crowd. Mu Chenfeng caught the basketball with both hands in the air, adjusted his shot, and threw the ball before it hit the backboard. Then it bounced into the basket.

After scoring the goal, Mu Chenfeng spread his arms and performed a low-altitude flight in celebration.

The black team has fallen behind 6:16.

"Two little ghost heads." The center of the black team grabbed the basketball angrily with one hand, and his fingers made deep dents on the surface of the basketball.

The next three rounds belonged to the black center, with three double-handed dunks and three fouls, one person scored 9 points in a row, chasing the score to only one point.

The Chinese team, which had been silent for three rounds, attacked again. The two hit three-pointers from the bottom corners on both sides, and then Fu Di assisted Mu Chenfeng to make a successful throw.

The Chinese team scored 27 points, only one three points away from victory.

Although the black team didn't shoot many three-pointers, they did whatever they wanted inside and also scored 25 points.

There are very few teams that can entangle with this team and still lead them in the end.

Off the court, Li Xiang gave his three black friends a wink.

The three each took a step inward, and all of them shrank near the penalty area, giving each other a lot of space to shoot. Such a big gift was naturally accepted. After steadily hitting a three-pointer, the black team successfully overtook the score.

"What's the matter? It's shrunk so small, it's obvious that it's shooting from the opposite side." Fu Di complained, but his complaining teammates couldn't understand at all, so he had to eat Coptis chinensis dumb.

"Don't worry, there is still a chance." Mu Chenfeng comforted, "As long as we hit a three-pointer this round, we will win."

"Take the ball." Fu Di watched helplessly as his teammate shot a three-pointer in a very strange posture, and the basketball went straight into the opponent's arms.

"I'm cccccc" Fu Di has ten thousand mud horses galloping in his heart at the moment, and he worked hard for the whole game, but he was played on the last ball.

"Defend, there is still a chance." Mu Chenfeng did not give up, and rushed back to defend.

"There's no chance." Fu Di gave up the final defense and watched the opponent finish with "one against three" heavy dunks in the paint.

"What a pity." As soon as the match ended, Li Xiang stepped onto the field to "comfort" Mu Chenfeng and Fu Di.

"Stop being hypocritical." Mu Chenfeng's face suddenly darkened, "It's all a good thing you planned."

(End of this chapter)