Looking at Yang Le, who was separated from him by a distance, Odole had the urge to hit the wall, and what did he say?
Outflyer?
Oh my God, what's the flyball?
Charlotte's cheers rang out, and it made him feel heartbroken just listening to it.
At this time, Yang Le slapped the ball a few times and smiled.
The next second, I saw him facing the basket and threw the ball hard.
In the end, the basketball flew directly out of thin air, and in the sight of everyone, it became smaller and smaller.
Everyone looked up at the basketball, and there was a strong sense of impact in their hearts.
You can't score a ball like that, right?
The ball had to be very high, afraid that it was more than ten meters high, Charlotte clapped her hands and shouted: "The ball is gone!"
” "Hmph, this guy is just dying!"
Odore snorted coldly in his heart.
If the ball can go in if it flies so high, then he can ......
"Whew!
Entered!
” "In!
Hollow balls, my God, God, hollow balls again!
” "Kung Fu, Chinese Kung Fu!
Talented pitcher!
He must be a genius pitcher, using kung fu!
” "Oh my God, I thought the ball was going to go in, I even thought he was going to fall and hit me in the head!"
What you just saw was that a basketball fell from the sky at a very fast speed, like a meteorite falling, directly through the basket, without even touching it, and went in?
Everyone feels that their three views are about to be subverted, who is this Chinese person?
Why is there such a superb pitching skill?
Except for the first two misses, the other five, one votes and one is accurate!
Odore stared at the basketball that was still playing high on the ground, and felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.
“ohshit！
Is this guy a monster!
Odore cursed.
At this time, Yang Le had already looked at him and smiled slightly: "Mr.
Odore, it's your turn." ” At this time, the protagonist seems to be no longer Odore, and his limelight has been stolen by Yang Le.
Even if he was a VP, he couldn't cover Yang Le's light, which made him very painful.
He smiled awkwardly and took the basketball.
The eighth, Odole even regretted it a little, he knew that he wouldn't have come to Yang Le, obviously that guy wanted to trouble Yang Le, and it shouldn't have anything to do with him.
It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now.
Odore saw a basketball in his hand and once again aimed at the basket.
This time, you must enter!
God willing......
After a few words of God bless in his mouth, he began to shoot.
The basketball slowly flew out of his hand, and finally, with a clang, it bounced.
Odore clenched his fists and stared at the basketball, which finally fell into the basket and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The applause rang out, but everyone was paying more attention to Yang Le, they wanted to know what other powerful shooting skills this Chinese man had.
"Yes, Odore, don't be nervous, just play well, you can do it."
Yang Le said with a smile.
However, this sentence is definitely a sarcasm for Odore, specially, this should have been his words to comfort Yang Le, right?
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How did Yang Le comfort him with this sentence?
It's so ironic!
He smiled reluctantly and said, "Yang, you are really a very amazing person. ” "You're welcome."
Yang Le smiled.
After taking the basketball, it was already the eighth ball.
According to the usual practice, Yang Le took a step back, and the pressure on Odore increased a little more, and he retreated, can this guy still score?
No way!
He gritted his teeth, unable to believe that Yang Le could still score. patted Yang Le, Yang Le thought about it for a long time, and didn't think of any tricks to score goals.
Finally he slowly closed his eyes.
"Oh, look, he's closed!
He actually closed his eyes!
” "Does he want to shoot like that?"
"It's impossible to get in, absolutely impossible!"
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but shout, how is this possible?
Twelve meters away, shooting with your eyes closed?
The god of basketball can't score goals!
Of course, they didn't know that this was not difficult for Yang Le, killer, how did he practice his moves to hit the target?
He sneered, closed his eyes tightly, and after a few slaps, threw it directly.
And finally, the eighth goal, the goal!
At the scene, there were cheers again, and everyone was already looking at Yang Le with an incredible gaze, so that they could score goals?
The pressure on Odore has increased a lot, he can't believe that there is such a thing, this Chinese man, is a monster?
By the time the ball came back to him, the pressure on him was really too much.
He knew that although he still scored one more goal than Yang Le, in fact, he had already lost, not why, just because of this distance, Yang Le was getting farther and farther away.
He gritted his teeth and slapped the ball, and his palms were already sweating out unconsciously, because he was too nervous.
No one was shouting his name anymore, and he was holding the basketball and throwing it at the basket.
However, this time Lady Luck did not favor him again, and even this time, the ball did not even touch the basket, smashed directly on the rebound, and then bounced back all at once.
Seeing this, Odor's face collapsed.
Lost......
He knew that he had lost, and he did his best to take this ball seriously, but he still didn't score.
Now, like Yang Le, he also has two goals that have not been scored, but he believes that Yang Le will definitely score the next goal.
Yang Le took a step back with the ball, and then smiled at Odoror: "Now we are even." ” Odore smiled wryly.
This time, Yang Le didn't play any tricks, the ninth ball, one shot was hit.
Even if it is nearly thirteen meters away, it is also so accurate, and at the scene, everyone's cheers are a little weak.
Everyone seems to be used to it, and they believe that as long as the ball is thrown by this Chinese person, it will definitely be scored.
"Okay, Mr.
Odore, now we've scored exactly the same number of goals, and then it's time to look at the last goal."
Yang Le looked at Odore with a smile.
After a pause, he comforted again: "Please don't be nervous, just keep a normal heart, you will definitely be able to enter, don't forget, you are a VP!"
” Listening to Yang Le's so-called comfort, Odore felt the urge to cry. vp？
This is especially a mockery of Lao Tzu, right?
Who is the real professional golfer now?
Because Mao Laozi always thinks that he is an amateur?
Odole has no confidence in Yang Le, his mentality has collapsed, and this goal has already collapsed the mentality of this champion.
He held the basketball, hesitated, struggled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, looked at Yang Le, and said: "Yang, I admit defeat, this time you won!"
I'm convinced!
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” After saying that, the ball landed on the ground, bounced one after another, and finally rolled on the ground.
Everyone listened, and they also looked at Odore in disbelief, the champion, admitting defeat?