Mediocrity forges the strongest.
Even without talent, a thousand attempts can develop a precise jump shot.
What?
Tried it, didn’t work?
Who told you to try? It definitely won’t work without Chaozi!
Moreover, Chen Yuan didn’t even try a thousand times.
He just practiced shooting from multiple positions like the three-point line, two-point line, and the baseline.
Then, he came to a universal conclusion—the closer the distance, the faster the shot. At the same time, the accuracy rate will also be higher.
Due to gradually adapting to Chaozi, the time to take the shot after replicating the mid-court shot he showed off at the beginning was also reduced by half.
Of course, needing five seconds to shoot, and that being under no interference, is undoubtedly very impractical in a high-intensity game.
“What’s up?”
Some people emerge from the mud unsullied, referring to Tang Siwen.
For him, this competition is not challenging at all.
Cheng Haiying: That's too much trouble for you.
“Go go go!”
Zhang Chao doesn’t understand why he offended them again.
Somewhat calm.
“So I’m asking you to be quiet,” Wang Fu reminded.
Zhou Fu: Yes yes yes.
“You go up the stairs over there,” Wang Fu pointed and said, “The player tunnel for Class Seventeen is over there.”
So, the audience also quickly entered and exited the boundary, preparing to watch the game.
This Chen Yuan is still a decent person.
In the small-ball era, three-pointers are more lethal than flashy dunks and layups.
Zhou Fu has already become a qualified audience, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger, and the moral bottom line is raised a little bit.
“I also heard Class Fourteen calling you a class traitor.”
The class monitor of Class One cupped his fist to express gratitude.
As for playing against Class Seventeen…
…………
No, when did you transfer classes?
Everyone is full of expectations for him.
It can only be said that the two of them shouldn’t develop too quickly, otherwise if they really get together, then he really won’t be able to beat them.
“I have a QQ for work contact,” Hu Siqi answered truthfully, “I’ll give it to everyone after I ask for his opinion.”
What Zhang Chao hated most when he was little was giving small reports all the time.
“Thank you, brother, thank you so much.”
It also means that seven games can be played at the same time.
What’s there to see?
A tall eighth-grade senior with a whistle entered as the referee and began to maintain order.
However, just as I was about to go down the stairs, everyone stopped and turned their heads in unison.
“Isn’t it that the ball is still in their hands, and then they leave them seven seconds to shoot?” A girl from Class Fourteen came over and teased.
Of course, I mean:
“Wang Fu, what are you doing up there?”
Hearing this, Zhang Chao turned his head in confusion.
Speaking of those two lumps, Zhang Chao was suddenly a little curious, did these two kiss when he wasn’t around?
Of course, this small weakening is insignificant compared to the advantage we have.
Moreover, without Zhang Chao's knowledge, the degree of their interactions will be doubled, doubled, and doubled again.
Cheng Haiying: Then thank you.
After changing into a white jersey and tucking it into his shorts, Wang Fu left the classroom with everyone.
Sister Fu, don't worry.
At that time, both classes fought all the way to the finals, and they fought back and forth in the first eight rounds.
“Bro, let’s go.”
And yesterday—
“Zhang Chao, do you remember the agreement?”
Just as I was thinking this, Wang Fu and Xia Xinyu walked in from the classroom together, like usual, entering the class together after breakfast, but today is different. After the two of them saw me, their eyes glanced away in opposite directions...
Zhou Fu: It's okay, it's no trouble at all.
So bold!
Zhou Yu, Xu Chen, Liu Yan…you are all big fools!
Then, the remaining seven games will be held in the third and fourth classes, and the 'ten strong' seats among the eighteen strong can be decided.
Just wait, when I cut down Class Seventeen with my own hands, they will regret it!
However, Zhang Chao made Tang Jian's fighting desire soar.
Most of the girls who didn't participate also went down.
Liu Yan swiped the ball that Xu Chen let go, dribbled it himself, and taunted with a smile.
"And I, I'm not from your class," He Sijiao continued.
When encountering students from Class One, don’t underestimate the enemy, try to score as many points as possible, preferably more than eighty points!
Similarly, Tang Jian also looked forward to it. He twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, stared at the person who locked his neck, and said to his teammates: "I'm going up."
Through the conversation with Zhang Chao, you guessed that I should still know what will happen at noon.
"Well... it seems that Mr. Mo is indeed holding back," Xu Yicheng said with emotion, looking at the other party still having the strength to send out mercenaries.
In the end, Zhang Chao and Tang Jian faced off early.
Ah, no, the ability of these two to influence each other is too strong, and they may not be able to pass the college entrance examination as they wish.
How it will perform in the competition depends on how much intensity Class Twenty-Six can give itself.
Xu Chen took the lead and started the rhythm, and then everyone dispersed in a rush.
Besides, Zhang Chao didn’t want his high school career to really have anything to do with such vermin.
Zhou Yu originally thought I was just talking, but he actually brought the jersey to school. Occasionally being the upright me, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
But after all, it's just a class competition. Everyone cares more about which game is more exciting and the final championship and runner-up battle. Therefore, not many people care about this obviously unfair competition system. On the contrary, some people in the bye class feel that playing one less round is not enjoyable.
And the other party is the same, a girl asked the teammates who were fighting for the ball to leave.
"Class monitor is so handsome!"
In this way, only those participating in the class competition and some who have good relationships with the players and are joking are left in the classroom.
After someone said this, everyone looked at Hu Siqi together.
The eight lucky classes that have a bye will be scheduled more closely in the schedule, and they will not fight for the ball when the game starts, but will automatically award it to the other party.
At this time, other girls also came over, surrounded Zhang Chao, and after guessing what was inside, they said in unison: ""Does he know you have no root?""
My life is hard, as hard as the withered grass under the wheels, as hard as the Chinese goldthread in the cracks of the stones.
Cheng Haiying: Do you have extra school uniforms?
After the class monitor and several students pulled down all the curtains in the classroom, everyone took off their pants together.
Italy outside the Axis powers is useless!
What are these people talking about?
Just before the game was about to start, a boy suddenly shouted: "Zhang Chao is also playing!"
"So, He Sijiao didn't look for girls from other classes, is this Zhang Chao very powerful?"
“…Damn it.”
“You know it in your heart.” Lao Mo nodded and replied, “I’ll make it clear in advance.”
Chu Heng, the physical education teacher of Class Seventeen and also the coach of the school team, was a little puzzled when he saw this.
Chu Heng crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking very casual.
"Is that the girl from the broadcasting station who reads English?"
"Dream on."
Before the start, the atmosphere had already been built up.
At this moment, Zhang Chao brought great joy to the moods of these boys.
I immediately understood, nodded, and retreated to the other party's original position.
However, super long-distance mid-court shots are not completely useless.
Or if that doesn't work, hold hands or something.
By the same token, if a three-pointer doesn't feel good, it will be more harmful to one's own team.
What, ally with Zhou Fu?
“Damn, class traitor!”
There are wild basketball masters and members of the school team in Class Eighteen, who are also students of my basketball club. This time, it is estimated that a high-level battle can still be played.
He Sijiao suddenly saw a very beautiful boy among the boys in her class, and quickly said to Zhang Chao.
Zhang Chao doesn’t think it would be better to do it outside the school, so you don’t have to pay so much attention to the impact.
Zhang Chao?
“I didn’t expect Zhang Chao to be the kind of person who plays brother-sister basketball with He Sijiao.”
Lao Mo was stunned when he heard this. Zhang Chao was not on the list I submitted.
"People other than players leave the court, and then the students fighting for the ball come to the center circle to stand!"
Wang Fu, you big idiot!
At this time, Chen Yuan came over, patted Zhang Chao's waist quite friendly, looking like a close friend. And after walking a few steps, he said with a smile: "Hu Siqi, I dare not aim too high, can you push me the QQ of that Wang Fu Hao..."
Li Yuanchen, the main force of the school team in the substitute席位, shook his head and couldn't help scolding in his heart: Tang Jian, you idiot, you will cause trouble sooner or later.
“Forget it, there’s nothing to say to a Class Fourteen traitor, let’s isolate him.”
“Then to what extent?” Zhou Yu asked.
“Well, take the opportunity to cripple Tang Jian,” Zhang Chao said casually.
Embarrassing, embarrassing!
"Okay, okay, okay."
Xu Yicheng, the head teacher of Class One, walked to Lao Mo's side and joked with a smile: "Mr. Mo, please be merciful and don't make it too ugly."
"Blow up Class One!"
“Eh? You this…”