Chapter 22

"Brush"! Wagner scored his first shot!

The second goal also scored, hitting three goals in a row.

"Good ball! Good shot! " Miles shouted.

Boozer and other players also think Wagner did a good job.

Bang!

The fourth ball hit the iron.

"It seems that some people still can't stand boasting!" Big Z said softly with a smile.

At the bottom right corner, Wagner scored four goals.

He was not so lucky to continue shooting at a 45 degree angle on the right flank. He only scored three.

At the top of the arc, his hand felt better again, making all five shots.

There were two shooting points left, ten goals, and he scored seven.

A total of 19 goals, 25 goals, hit rate of more than 70%, close to 80%.

Wagner waved his arm and looked at James proudly.

His shooting rate should be able to win steadily. It's definitely higher than James's shooting training just now.

Boozer and miles also felt that Wagner could win this time. They were both ready to see James's jokes.

"James, it's your turn to shoot. If you don't think you can beat me, you can take the initiative to admit defeat. Hey, hey. " Wagner said proudly.

"Admit defeat? Admitting defeat is not my style. If you admit defeat, I can not vote, because I'm afraid my super high hit rate will scare you to death. " James walked to the first shooting point.

He took the ball, raised it over his head and made a very standard shooting posture.

Wagner looked at James's standard posture and couldn't help worrying. Isn't this guy hiding his strength?

It was the last time he was abused by James in the single fight. He was really afraid of losing.

James jumped up, reached the highest point, moved his fingers and sent the basketball out.

The basketball was spinning in the air, drawing a beautiful arc and flying towards the basket.

Everyone's eyes on the court followed the basketball.

Bang! The basketball seemed to fall into the basket, but it bounced out again.

"Hiss, it's just a bluff! Paper tiger! Can only scare people. In the end, I haven't invested yet? " Wagner took a long breath. Just now he held his breath and stared at the ball. He prayed not to hit it. He thought he hit the ball that James threw. James's shooting action was really standard, and the arc of basketball in the air was also very good. Unexpectedly, he finally bounced out.

"It's just a test shot to find the feeling." James said with a smile. He didn't lie. He was really trying to shoot this ball. He had to find the feeling of shooting with Capono's combat skills. Just now he tried and found that it was not bad. He felt right. He was just close to luck, otherwise he would have scored the first ball.

"Watch it, ha, another ball." James took the ball, adjusted his breath, raised the ball, took off, bounced, shot, and the whole shooting action was smooth.

Capono, who was watching from the sidelines, felt that James's shooting action was a little familiar. How did it feel like he had entered somewhere?

Bang! The basketball was still a little close. It didn't throw in. This time it hit the edge of the basket and bounced out.

"Hahaha, I'm so happy. It seems that you really can't shoot!" Wagner was really relieved and put his heart down. I'm really worried that this guy suddenly threw the ball. James didn't score two goals in a row. He felt he could win.

Twenty five balls, James has thrown two at the first point. If James wants to win him, he has only three balls left to throw at most. If he throws four balls, he will draw with him. If there are more than four, he will lose to him.

With 23 goals left, it's really difficult not to lose three goals. Wagner can't do it.

While Wagner was planning, James threw the third ball.

"Brush"! Basketball is hollow and smooth.

When James threw the ball, he gently waved his fist and felt that he was right. Just throw it according to this feeling.

Wagner's heart was a little nervous again.

"Brush", "brush", all three balls behind the first point.

"It's all right. It's the easiest to throw a three-point from the bottom corner because it's the closest. If he changes other points, he may not be able to throw in. " Miles made a voice to comfort Wagner, who was a little nervous next to him.

But before he finished, James shot another ball at the 45 degree angle on the right flank.

Then one ball after another, throw in and then throw in.

He has already made four shots at this point.

"Snow, how is it possible?" Cried miles in surprise.

"I also think it's incredible. This boy is really unpredictable. " Boozer shook his head.

"Brush"! The second point, the fifth ball was also thrown, all five goals.

James runs to the top of the arc, the third point.

"I said I was optimistic about him. I really saw the right person. Who says people who look muscular don't have a soft feel? " Big Z said aloud.

You just want to say you have muscles and soft feel.

People around said in their hearts.

Shoot from the top of the arc. The first ball goes in, the second ball goes on. James has thrown ten goals.

Wagner held his hands tightly, and Xuete, Xuete, Xuete kept popping up in his heart. They all quickly extended into a snow country.

The third goal and the fourth goal. Twelve goals.

According to his current shooting rate, Wagner will lose again.

Finally, "bang"! Wagner's expected sound of basketball hitting the iron sounded, and James finally failed to score the fifth ball at the top of the arc.

More, if you don't hit more goals, Wagner said and prayed.

But James seems to be fighting against him. The fourth point is to score four goals in a row, and the total number of goals is 16.

With six shots left, Wagner could only hope that James would be behind him, and his hand suddenly became cold.

"Brush"! The fifth goal! At this point, it's another five shots.

"Good ball, I've scored 17 goals. The last point, throw well, and I'm sure I can win." Big Z took a handful of milk.

Bang! It seems that big Z's milk is the same poisonous milk as Buckley. James didn't score the first ball at this point.

“YES!” Wagner waved his fist. "Continue to miss, continue to miss!"

"Brush"! The second goal, the eighteenth.

James picked up the basketball and was ready to throw the next ball.

"Don't go in, don't go in, don't go in..." Wagner kept whispering, as if he were reciting a spell.

"Wagner, do you think I scored this goal or not?" James suddenly turned his head and asked Wagner with a smile.

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