159: Chapter 158 Can’t Afford to Play 159: Chapter 158 Can’t Afford to Play Would Song Yun simply let the opponent block him?
No way.
Song Yun stopped at the three-point line and took a jump shot.
All eyes were focused on the ball, but there was only a clang as the ball smashed against the backboard.
The defender from the Armed Police Department felt a rush of satisfaction inside.
This kid was good at jumping and bouncing, but now he couldn’t make a three-pointer?
Could it be that he was just like the Barbarian King, only good for five seconds?
But soon, Song Yun made them all drop their jaws.
He charged left and right, caught the ball heading to the perimeter, and followed with a 360-degree windmill dunk in the air.
At that moment, all one could hear was the constant shaking of the backboard; everyone else felt like a little feather was tickling their hearts.
It was so thrilling.
The shot that Song Yun took wasn’t meant to score, but to set up a subsequent alley-oop.
Song Yun’s heroic posture was deeply engraved in the hearts of all the women present.
This man was too awesome; if he was this impressive on the court, what about in bed…
cough, cough, back to the point.
After making the shot, Song Yun patted the Commander of the Armed Police Force on the shoulder and smiled, “Believe it, this time our police department is definitely going to beat you.”
If Song Yun had said this when he first went onto the court, most would think he was delusional.
With a twenty-point difference and only five or six minutes left, how could you possibly catch up?
Unless we all suddenly get diarrhea or stop watching your three-pointers?
But now it was different.
Song Yun had fully displayed his skills in front of everyone, and the score difference was just over ten points, a couple of three-pointers away.
“Don’t panic, everyone.
The score difference is still large.
As long as we control the ball and stall for time, we can win!” The point guard of the Armed Department motioned for everyone to stay calm and not be overwhelmed by Song Yun’s momentum as they slowly moved the ball past half-court.
With just three minutes left after the game, they could use 24 seconds to stall as long as they kept possession.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the point guard was puzzled—where could wind be coming from on such a hot day?
But then, amidst the exclamations from the stands, he turned his head to find the ball missing from his hand.
Damn it, you little brat, can’t you play properly?
I was just giving a pep talk here, and you stole my ball.
Annoyance was pointless now.
Song Yun jumped and shot from the three-point line, and with a snap, the ball went in.
The score difference narrowed by another three points.
The five men from the Armed Police Department grimaced.
How could they play like this?
If you shoot and get blocked, or if you try to stall for time, your ball will still get stolen.
god, is this man Superman?
After making the shot with style, Song Yun led his four teammates back towards their own basket.
Those four were utterly impressed with Song Yun, and if he weren’t needed for the inbound, he probably could have captivated the entire stadium on his own.
“We should just fast-break against them.
The game is reaching its end; they’ve spent almost all their energy in the previous three quarters.
Right now, fast-breaking is the most effective tactic,” Song Yun smiled and said to his four teammates.
“I’ll pass the next ball to one of you, whether you can seize the opportunity is up to you.”
The opponent’s point guard dribbled carefully, eyeing Song Yun as if he would steal his spouse, while the rest of the Armed Police Department circled around, ready to restrict Song Yun’s movements effectively or at least cause his attack to fail.
But they misjudged.
A shadow flashed by, the point guard was still repeating his dribbling motion, but the next second, he looked down, and exclaimed, “Holy shit, where’s my ball?”
Is this how you play?
Are you really Superman now?
I just wanted to play a good game, man.
Why are you so harsh?
With your skills, why are you still in a small police station?
Can’t you be like Yao Ming and join the NBA, or step outside our borders and uphold our national pride?
Song Yun didn’t care about the Armed Police Department’s tricks.
He snagged the ball and quickly passed it to a teammate who was standing just beyond the three-point line.
That teammate took a deep breath, kissed the ball, and jumped up, relying on his touch to make this critical shot.
If the ball went in, their score would only be behind by two points.
Removing the opponent’s intention to stall for 24 seconds, there were still about ten more seconds to play, so everything depended on this.
The ball soared high and slammed through the hoop—the shot was good!
Policemen in the stands stood up and applauded.
The officer who made the shot touched his nose and shyly smiled.
Song Yun walked over and high-fived him, saying, “Nice shot, keep it up.”
That officer nodded.
In his heart, Song Yun’s status was way more impressive than that of Jordan or James.
After all, watching those international basketball stars was done on TV—where was the intensity and excitement of Song Yun’s gameplay in comparison?
Besides, can you shake hands with an NBA star?
No, right?
But I can shake hands with someone even more incredible.
Don’t believe it?
Just watch the replay and see how good this guy really is.
Unbeknownst to Song Yun, because of this basketball game, he had become this young policeman’s spiritual idol.
Right now, Song Yun just wanted to finish the game as soon as possible and take Li Shishi home to fulfill the promise she had made to him.
Thinking about that bite, a fire was burning inside Song Yun—he had to win this game.
It was the opponent’s ball.
The Armed Police Department’s team learned their lesson and five men immediately started to diligently guard Song Yun.
Wherever Song Yun went, their eyes followed, while the rest of the police team started their defense.
A player attempted a steal, but an opponent fiercely elbowed him solidly on the chin, knocking the policeman to the ground.
The referee quickly blew his whistle on seeing this.
Song Yun had seen it—that the player had fouled deliberately, most likely out of frustration and wanted to vent it out, but was that a reason to knock someone down?
Song Yun walked over, helped his teammate up, checked that he was alright, and then said coldly, “If you guys from the Armed Police Department can’t play this game fairly, then get lost, don’t resort to these dirty tricks here.”
“What the hell, who the fuck are you saying is playing dirty?” The player from the Armed Police Department retorted angrily.
“This is a common thing on the basketball court; it’s called a reasonable collision.
Do you even understand basketball?
If not, just roll back home.”
“Damn it, what did you say?
If it weren’t for your deliberate elbowing, would our player be lying on the ground?” one of the police players said.
“I think you guys are the ones who can’t take a loss,” the opponent said in a hostile tone.
“Ultimately, let the referee decide, what’s the point of you all nagging here?”