Your brother will take you to lie down and win

Tuesday, basketball elective.

Yuren is rich and powerful, and there are several indoor and outdoor basketball courts. In order not to collide with the physical education classes of other grades and classes, the venue for elective courses is set in the indoor gymnasium, and male and female students are taught separately.

Before class, you have to change into your sportswear and sneakers.

This process is very common for every student in basketball class, but for Feng Rui, it is not smooth——

As soon as he arrived at the arena, as soon as he walked to the door of the locker room, he was stopped.

A few boys in ball uniforms stood at the door of the men's locker room, blocking the way and not allowing him to enter. The tall boy at the head said sarcastically, "Which course do the licking dogs from the international department come to? They shouldn't be going to your international club." department?"

The words are ugly and the things are ugly, but Feng Rui knows in his heart that this is called tit for tat, who made his brother offend the recruitment team by hugging the thigh of the international department.

Feng Rui fell into isolation again.

Not only was he blocked and isolated, but he was also watched and pointed at by the students, saying that he was the one who laughed and bullied a weak boy in the unified recruitment class with a few people from the International Department. Yes, I came back after a full month of rest.

In a word: people do things?

Feng Rui also thought: people do things.

If it wasn't for Feng Shuwen's swearing that he only hugged his legs and didn't really bully anyone, Feng Rui would have wanted to slap this stupid brother.

Many of the onlookers knew this truth.

But in the face of the wrong and unpleasant facts, it is also a mistake to hold a group and stand in a team. It is easy to leave people with a "Although you are not the one who bullies others, but you are the licking dog of that group of people, which means that you are supporting them." such behavior".

Feng Rui knew very well what caused him to be in this situation, but no matter what, it was impossible for him not to take elective courses and leave in despair - this was not something he would do, and the school would not always re-elect him course opportunities.

He has to take this class today.

And if you want to go to class smoothly, you must at least break the current "game".

Feng Rui then took the initiative to ask those boys who stopped him to talk about the conditions, how can he let him go to class as usual.

The tall boy who took the lead thought for a while and said, "Since we are on the court, let's follow the rules of the court."

Feng Rui nodded, yes.

The tall boy stretched out his middle finger and index finger, and made a 2: "20 three-pointers, you hit all of them, and I will never fart when you come to class in the future."

"As long as one misses the shot," the boy put away his hands, sneered, and looked at Feng Rui: "Get out now."

A few minutes later, Chang, who had not changed his jersey, stood behind the three-point line of the court and proposed that 20 tall boys with three-pointers stand under the basket with a basket of basketballs beside them.

The students in the basketball class, regardless of gender, gathered around the court to watch the excitement.

Before the shooting started over there, there was already discussion here——

"20, if you want to hit all of them without missing a mark, isn't that just making things difficult for others?"

"It was on purpose, do you think?"

"Is it impossible to hit all of them?"

"Nonsense, it's definitely not possible."

"Why don't you guess and see how many you can hit?"

"Four or five?"

"Four or five? It's almost enough to hit two."

No wonder this group of students are not optimistic about "Feng Shuwen". The tall boy proposed 20 full marks, which translates to: Don't go to class, get out.

In a sense, Rang shot these 20 balls because he wanted to see him make a fool of himself even more in the process of missing the shot.

Other students understand this, how could Feng Rui not understand it.

He even knows that 20 balls are 20 balls, and none of them can counter-offer, but if one is returned, the boy on the other side can use this to boo him: If you can't afford it, let him make a condition?

Feng Rui can afford it, both objectively and psychologically.

So he stands behind the three-point line.

The tall boy under the basket looked at him, flipped over and sent a ball in a smashing way - the ball hit the floor and then bounced towards Feng Rui.

This ball obviously used force, the speed of the ball was fierce and ruthless, and the angle was tricky, which caused several girls to exclaim.

He was about to hit the boy's face behind the three-point line, but Feng Rui raised his hand and caught it firmly.

Exclamation after exclamation, everyone was surprised, caught it?

Feng Rui caught it.

He caught the ball, took a few shots on the spot, jumped up on the spot, and before everyone could react and still think about when to shoot the first ball, he threw the ball directly to the basket.

in!

Crowd: ? ? ?

The ball was bouncing on the floor, Feng Rui didn't ask the 1.9 meters to pass him a new ball, he trotted over directly, caught the original ball, and returned to the three-point line while shooting, his expression was calm the whole time, and his dribbling posture was skillful.

He didn't even need any preparation for the pitching feel, he took off with the ball, jumped up lightly, and made the second shot.

Again!

Crowd: ? ? ? ?

Feng Rui, who landed after throwing the ball, still looked calm.

The calmness can't help but make people wonder to what extent shooting three-pointers is a no-brainer in his eyes.

Is it so easy?

You must know that they took elective courses, and the basketball teacher deliberately took them three weeks to get them started. The basics were not about shooting the ball in a serious way, but about correcting the posture of shooting and jumping, and how to use the wrist to drive the strength of the arm to throw the ball.

Of course, those who can play basketball don’t need those three weeks. Boys can play basketball if they get it. Those who play a lot even play every year, month, month, and week every week. If you have connections at home and are willing to spend money, hire a professional It is not uncommon for retired players to play with them.

And no matter how much you play and how proficient you are, no one is foolish enough to say a three-pointer.

Is the well-known phrase "Los Angeles at three o'clock in the morning" a joke?

But why did Feng Shuwen's two three-pointers look like a game?

Are the ball frame and the basketball installed as magnets that attract each other?Random cast random hit?

?

Even the tall boy under the basket raised his head questioningly.

As soon as I looked over, there was a "bang", the ball hit the basket and fell down the white basket net.

The third ball, hit!

The pitcher also ran up to him, caught the basketball that bounced a few times on the ground, and smiled at him friendly after catching it.

Tall boy: "..."

And if the first three goals made everyone question whether the ball was real, whether the basket was real, and whether they were dreaming, then the fourth goal started, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium was enlivened.

The fifth ball, in.

"nice shot!"

The sixth ball, in.

"Wow!~"

Seventh ball, middle.

"handsome!"

The eighth ball...

There was applause on the court.

Watching basketball, who doesn't like to watch the shots?

What's more, this pitching technique is really second-to-none, one shot is one shot, N shots are N shots, the pitcher doesn't have the overly serious and restrained expression in the arena, but instead has a stable mentality and a relaxed face. It is really strong, and everyone watching it becomes relaxed and active.

Once relaxed and active, everyone seemed to have forgotten why they shot these three-pointers. It seemed that this was just a small episode before the basketball class.

I was so happy that all the girls started calling their names: "Feng Shuwen! Come on!"

Feng Rui raised the ball and smiled brightly: Well, come on.Go into the cloakroom.

Again!

"Oh~~!"

"Pretty!"

Yuren has always been a strong environment. Everyone strives to do what others can't do, and the strong are more likely to be recognized.

So even in ordinary basketball classes, being able to hit three-pointers again and again is already a proof of one's own ability.

Under this kind of proof, some "stains" can be easily temporarily covered.

At least at this moment, no one thinks that Feng Shuwen is some kind of dog licking from the international department and a scum of the unified recruitment class. Everyone only thinks that this person's three-point shooting skills are terrible.

No matter how you shoot, hit any shot, hit any shot, the ball in his hand is fine, right?

Unbeknownst to Feng Rui, he was also betting.

He is really good at basketball, because he usually plays when he has nothing to do, and he is really good at three-pointers.

But it's far from 100% hit rate.

In fact, he himself wondered why he was in such a good state today. He thought about it between pitches: on the one hand, he instinctively didn’t want to lose, and on the other hand, it was because he was in a good mood.

——It is said that he is continuing his studies for his younger brother, so why isn't he happy to return to school?

Going to high school was something he had never even dared to think about in the first half of his life.

It seemed that what was destined to be missing in his life had been made up, allowing him to have this extraordinary campus trip.

He was so satisfied and happy in his heart that he was so lucky and in such a state.

Take the shots, hit them all, go into the locker room to change, take basketball lessons, and be a real high school kid like these kids.

The 17th ball, in.

The 18th ball, in.

The 19th ball, in.

last ball.

The audience was ebullient, applause accompanied by cheers, class time had already started, and even the basketball teacher huddled among the students to watch.

Feng Rui held the ball and looked at the basket, as if holding a ticket in his hand and waiting to swipe his card to enter.

However, this ball "run out of luck" in the end, the ball turned twice in the basket, slightly deflected to the outside of the basket, and the word "lost" was obvious.

Feng Rui looked at the basketball that was about to fall out of the basket, and exhaled lightly, okay.

The basketball fell out of the hoop...

However, at this moment, a person suddenly ran out of the crowd beside the basket. The person jumped under the basket, raised his left hand high, caught the ball with his five fingers stretched out, and then used the strength of his wrist to hold the ball. Toss the ball high--

"Boom", the basketball entered the frame.

It seemed that the excitement that came to an end was suddenly resumed. No one among the students present cared whether the last ball was assisted by others, as if it was Feng Rui who made it himself, they all cheered and shouted.

It also seemed that they were the ones who continued to save the last ball, and they cheered and were extremely excited with a sense of substitution.

Don't you just have fun watching the game? !

Are these 20 goals good?

It's so cool!

What?Feng Shuwen missed the last goal, can someone help?

Then you fucking ask Huo Lingran?

Huo Lingran lets you decide if you can't, you have the final say, Huo Lingran has the final say?

"Wow~!!!"

"very handsome!"

The entire indoor court was full of noise, wishing to overturn the roof.

Feng Rui screamed in surprise, and looked at Huo Lingran who was not far away in the gap surrounded by boys.

Huo Lingran curled his lips and watched him laugh.

The few boys who blocked Feng Rui from entering before gathered together, all showing disbelief.

"Boss." One of the boys looked at the tall boy who took the lead, and asked naively, "So he won?"

This can only count as 19 shots, right?

The tall boy thought nonsense, if he doesn't win, can I win?What's the difference between 19 and 20?

Tall boy: I can't do it anyway.

The tall boy didn't answer, but shouted along with other people in the arena: "Oh~!"

Pretty!