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"My, my God! How is this a speed that humans can match? "

"If you can run so fast when you're dribbling, what if you don't dribble? Wouldn't he be able to become the world champion in sprint? "

"Liu Lang... It's f * cking cool! "

"The catchphrase that usually hangs around his mouth, I never expected that it wasn't just a joke, it was all true! That's all he can say! "

"…"

With a "huala" sound, he was directly trapped inside the net!

Although Liu Lang had placed the ball within three points of range, just by the fact that he had deceived the basketball prince Zhang Ziyu and dribbled the ball so quickly was enough to cover this point.

The entire audience was dumbstruck, they didn't know how to describe Liu Lang at this moment.

He didn't know what to say anymore.

Zhang Ziyu had also landed from the sky at this time. His face was ashen, and his eyes that were squatting on the ground were filled with shock.

"No …" Impossible... It was impossible for that to happen! How can there be a student in this world who is stronger than me! "

Zhang Ziyu crazily muttered to himself, not daring to believe this fact.

And right at this moment, Liu Lang's words came out from behind him, "Although I've won, this match is between you attacking and defending, so the next one should be me attacking right?"

"That's right …" Zhang Ziyu said bitterly, the unwillingness in his eyes extremely intense.

No, it was definitely because of his abnormal performance today. Otherwise, how could Liu Lang be able to get two points ahead so easily?

After this, he would definitely not let Liu Lang get another point, he definitely would not.

But then again, if Liu Lang won another point, Liu Lang would have achieved thirty percent completion, and directly won this bullfight.

"Then what are you still standing there for? Hurry over! I'm a good student, and I'm still waiting to go back to class! "

As soon as Liu Lang said this sentence, many people present immediately spat out blood.

You? Good student?

Heavens, if you were a good student, you wouldn't have contradicted the teacher in math yesterday … Of course, this was only referring to Liu Lang's character.

Just based on their academic performance alone, they still believed in Liu Lang's abilities.

After all, that kind of math problem had been easily solved by Liu Lang, and this level had far surpassed theirs.

Later on, a student also asked the math teacher, who said that the solution written by Liu Lang on the blackboard was even simpler than the current standard answer, and was worth deeper research.

In this way, the students who went to inquire the other party out were stupefied on the spot.

At the start, they had suspected that the reason why Liu Lang was able to solve the questions so smoothly was perhaps because he had read the answer in advance.

But what they did not expect was that Liu Lang had actually thought of all of these himself.

Thus, in terms of their academic performance, they couldn't help but admire Liu Lang.

"…"

Zhang Ziyu gritted his teeth as he slowly walked over. He didn't know why, but when he walked, he felt as if his legs were filled with lead, as if every step required him to use all of his strength to walk.

When he reached the three-point mark, he suddenly frowned and thought of something. Then he looked at Liu Lang and asked: "Since it's the last ball, why don't we switch to another method? What do you think?"

"Change the way we play?" Liu Lang nodded his head indifferently, "I can play with you however I want, but you can't play with me."

He seemed to have already predicted that Zhang Ziyu would say such a thing, so he almost nodded his head and agreed without hesitation.

Hearing that Liu Lang had made his decision so quickly, Zhang Ziyu could not help but be taken aback, but very quickly, a meaningful look flashed past his eyes.

"In that case, how about we have a one-on-one throw?" Zhang Ziyu said.

"Long range throw?"

When the surrounding students first heard Zhang Ziyu say that he wanted to play another game, they were somewhat disdainful of his shamelessness. They knew that they could not compare to Liu Lang in bullfighting, so they changed their plans.

But when they heard Zhang Ziyu talking about the new competition, they were suddenly stunned.

They couldn't understand why Zhang Ziyu would choose to throw a ball so far away from them.

Could it be that he had forgotten that when he made the first ball, Liu Lang casually threw a three-point ball into the net?

This was clearly Liu Lang's strong point!

"No, there must be a trick to this, I don't believe that Zhang Ziyu gave up on himself. If he wants to quickly end the competition, he definitely has the confidence to win."

"I guess that's right. I don't know why, but I keep having the feeling that the rule Zhang Ziyu is going to follow must be really abnormal."

"…"

Everyone had all sorts of suspicions, but none of them could imagine what rules Zhang Ziyu would come up with next.

"Since it's a long shot, it's definitely not as simple as a three-point shot."

Zhang Ziyu said, "You were still twenty centimeters away from the three-point mark just now, so you didn't throw your ball that far away either. It was still too close."

"So how far do you want to go?" Liu Lang looked at him with a bit of amusement. Zhang Ziyu really liked to hit the gun.

Extra far?

How far does it go?

With Liu Lang's current ability, not to mention throwing balls in half-time, he could even throw balls into the net at any time.

Zhang Ziyu was speechless that Zhang Ziyu would actually choose to compete in such a manner.

"Half pitch."

Zhang Ziyu saw the disappointed look on Liu Lang's face and he couldn't help but be angry, "The so-called half-court pitch is to stand in the middle of the court, at the place where the ball starts and shoot the baskets. Here, if anyone can land, no matter who wins, that is how the rules are.

After saying this sentence, Zhang Ziyu really wanted to see the shocked expression on Liu Lang's face.

Unexpectedly, Liu Lang's expression did not change, and instead laughed, then nodded: "Alright, do you want to go first, or should I?"

Zhang Ziyu, "..."

Zhang Ziyu felt a little dizzy. He did not know what was wrong with this world, so why was Liu Lang not shocked at all?

Half time pitching, what kind of concept was that?

That was something that even the first person in NBA history would find hard to do.

Even if you trained this skill for a long time, you still wouldn't be able to score more than 50% of the goal, but Liu Lang doesn't seem to care about half-time pitching, could it be that he can easily do that?

In order to act cool, Zhang Ziyu had trained the ability of throwing balls for five whole years. At that time, his arm strength was not enough, so he trained his body everyday and trained his arm strength just so that he could act cool.

But for some reason, before the first half of the competition even started, Zhang Ziyu felt like he was being controlled in front of Liu Lang.

"I'll go first!"

Zhang Ziyu decided that this time, he must give Liu Lang a show of force and let him see what a half-time throw was. He must see the shocked expression on Liu Lang's face.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be willing to die.

Immediately after, Zhang Ziyu picked up the basketball from the ground, and walked towards the center of the basketball.

He stretched his limbs and tested the strength of his wrist. Feeling that there was nothing wrong with it, he began to prepare to throw the ball.

Seeing this scene, all the surrounding students cursed!