Chapter 4

"OK! Let's start!" Liu Meijuan walked to the middle line with the ball.

Naturally, Wang Fei hurried to follow him.

When she came to the middle line, Liu Meijuan took a look at Wang Fei who was coming and said, "start now!"

As she spoke, she made a sudden effort and rushed over with the ball.

what the hell!

This is a sneak attack!

Wang Fei rushed to intercept.

Unfortunately, he was still a step late. Liu Meijuan's body had passed him with the ball and ran under the basket.

Wang Fei hurried to catch up.

One runs ahead.

One is chasing behind.

Near the basket, Wang Fei caught up.

At this time, Liu Meijuan has begun to run the basket.

One step, two steps.

Her body jumped up!

She's going to pick up the basket.

Pick up the basket can be said to be the most stable way of scoring. It's almost putting the ball into the basket.

Wang Fei's heart jumped.

Fuck!

finished.

However, he gave up for the 500 yuan. At the moment, he had only one idea in his mind: stop Liu Meijuan from layup! He jumped up and reached for the ball in Liu Meijuan's hand.

Liu Meijuan was obviously disturbed by him.

However, Wang Fei still failed to reach Liu Meijuan's ball.

Her ball had flown out of her palm and towards the hoop.

"My 500 yuan!" Wang Fei wailed in his heart.

The ball came to the top of the hoop.

Wang Fei watched the ball fall into the hoop.

His heart also fell into the bottomless abyss.

"Bang!"

The basketball fell to the rim.

For more than a second, the ball stayed on the hoop, neither falling into the hoop nor from the outside.

"Bodhisattva bless! Do not enter!"

Wang Fei prayed in his heart.

He watched the ball, subconsciously pushed Liu Meijuan with his body and held the best rebounding position.

Liu Meijuan was also looking at the ball, her eyes full of anxiety.

Nearby, Liu Meijuan's cheerleaders also opened their mouths one by one, quietly waiting for the final result.

It was as if Wang Fei's prayer had worked.

The basketball tilted outside the hoop and fell down.

Wang Fei was overjoyed. He grabbed the ball and ran outside the three-point line with the ball.

This is a one-to-one PK rule.

To grab the rebound, you must go out of the three-point line.

Liu Meijuan hurriedly followed Wang Fei out.

She opened her arms, held her chest, and issued bursts of charming cries in her mouth, which was to give Wang Fei psychological pressure.

After Wang Fei got out of the three-point line, he began to rush in with the ball.

Liu Meijuan entangled Wang Fei to keep him away from the basket.

But Wang Fei didn't pester her. He moved back and forth with the ball and circuitously came to a place two meters away from the right side of the hoop.

He saw that Liu Meijuan had not yet come to himself, adjusted his posture, and steadily cast the ball out of his hand.

"Shh -"

Several girls nearby booed.

However, the ball still flew into the hoop with great accuracy.

Ball in!

Three to two, Wang Fei narrowly won!

"Alas!"

The girls in one of Liu Meijuan's dormitories on the sidelines sighed with disappointment.

"I won!"

Wang Fei ran over and caught the ball in his hand. He looked at Liu Meijuan and said.

"If you win, you win. What's the big deal? You're a big man, one-on-one PK. What's the glory of winning my little woman?" Liu Meijuan turned her eyes and said.

"You said you were going to abuse me. Therefore, you must think you are better than me! Therefore, I feel very proud to win you! Minister Liu, you are the leader of the student union. You don't mean what you say? When will you give me the $500 lottery?" Wang Fei asked.

Although good men don't fight with women, this Liu Meijuan satirized Wang Fei for a long time. Wang Fei felt that he couldn't let her go.

Let her know that the pot is made of iron!

I Wang Fei is no longer the former Wu Xia Amun.

"Of course! But I don't have any money now. I'll give it to you tomorrow!" Liu Meijuan said angrily.

Obviously, she was very upset about losing to Wang Fei.

"OK! I'll wait," Wang Fei said.

"Let's go!" Liu Meijuan called the girls in her bedroom and roared away.

At this time, it's already more than 9:00 p.m. and it's almost 10:00 p.m.

The lights of the stadium are going out.

Wang Feimu sent Liu Meijuan away. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the sports King app. On this look, he found that his dribbling experience value had increased by 180. Now, the dribbling status has changed to level c-1200 / 2000.

The experience value of shooting has increased by 260 points to: Level B - 610 points / 2000.

The experience value of breakthrough has been increased by 180 points to level D - 205 / 2000.

Jump experience increased by 180 points to level E - 180 / 2000.

After one-on-one PK with Liu Meijuan, his basketball skills have been rapidly improved.

On the whole, basketball skills have changed from level D to level C, which is due to the significant increase of his shooting skills.

If Wang Fei thinks about it, it seems that the actual combat can improve the overall skill level in an all-round way.

That night, Wang Fei returned to his bedroom and fell asleep.

He set himself an alarm clock.

The next morning, Wang Fei got up at five o'clock.

At dawn, he took the ball to the court and began to practice.

From 5:15 in the morning, he practiced shooting until 7:50 in the morning, and then Wang Fei stopped.

After two hours and 35 minutes of practice, his shooting experience increased by 910 points. In this way, his shooting experience bar became like this: Level B - 1520 points / 2000.

This is about to break through!

Wang Fei was very excited.

There are still classes in the morning. However, the first two classes are history classes. There is nothing to listen to. Moreover, the history teacher is good. He is very tolerant of skipping classes.

So Wang Fei decided to skip class!

He ran to the restaurant and ate some fried dough sticks and porridge.

At 8:10 a.m., Wang Fei returned to the court.

He continued to sweat hard to practice shooting, shooting from all angles and in all forms, basket picking, hook, running basket and three-point shooting.

Such practice has also slowly improved his dribbling, breakthrough, jumping and other small skills under his basketball skills.

At 9:50, Wang Fei finished his training.

His shooting experience has become: A-20 / 5000.

Wang Fei is happy.

Class a shooting skill level is already the shooting level of excellent professional basketball players. Moreover, it already has the meaning of a bit of a marksman.

At least, Wang Fei's fixed-point projection ability is infinitely close to 100%.

Throw 100 balls and lose two or three at most.

This is not a marksman. What is it?

Wang Fei has seen many NBA and CBA three-point shooting competitions.

Those excellent professional basketball players, in the case of fast shooting, the accuracy is to reach 40%.

Of course, shooting is fast and easy to throw.

Wang Fei knows that he has such a high accuracy in shooting without interference and confrontation. In the fierce competition, this shooting must be discounted.

Wang Fei went to class happily.

After lunch, Wang Fei came to the court with the ball in his arms.

This time, instead of shooting, he began to practice dribbling crazily.

Dribbling is a basic basketball skill.

If you want to be a good defender, you can't dribble. It's absolutely unreasonable.

Although it was mid October, the noon sun was still very strong. Wang Fei was sweating. He saw Liu Meijuan coming over with a basketball in her arms.

Seeing Liu Meijuan, Wang Fei suddenly thought that she still owed herself 500 yuan.

Wang Fei stopped, smiled and asked, "Hello, Minister Liu. Are you here to send me money?"

"Did you get into the eyes of money, you guy? It's not vulgar to mention money when you see me coming?" Liu Meijuan raised a middle finger at Wang Fei.

Wang Feixin said, I'm poor now.

I won't be able to eat soon.

I don't care if it's vulgar or not. Just give me money.

"Ha ha, I'm just a layman. Don't be surprised, Minister Liu." Wang Fei said.

"Here you are!" Liu Meijuan bent down, felt out a few hundred yuan bills from her socks and handed them to Wang Fei unhappily.

Of course, Wang Fei received it impolitely and ordered it in a big way. It was five, and the money was absolutely true.

"Xiao Tie, are you afraid I'll give you less? Am I such a person?" Liu Meijuan rolled her eyes.

"Ha ha! I'm not afraid you'll give me less. I'm afraid you'll give me one or two more. I don't like to take advantage. It's just 500. Minister Liu, I'll laugh." Wang Fei happily stuffed 500 yuan into his socks.

Um! It's a good place to hide money.

Sports socks have good tightness. They are stuffed into the depths of socks and generally won't slip out.

"Hey! Xiao Tie, I don't accept it. I want to compete with you!" Liu Meijuan said with her face raised and her mouth bulging.

More than?

Wang Fei was overjoyed.

I just need a partner to practice.

"What do you want to compete with? Or one-on-one PK?" Wang Fei asked.

"No! I want to compete with you in shooting this time!" Liu Meijuan said, turning her eyes.

Wang Fei was even happier. But he said with embarrassment on his face, "Minister Liu, you are bullying. You know I love forging iron and have to compete with me in shooting."

"Hum! This is the so-called snake beating seven inches! I don't believe it. I won't accept you!" said Liu Meijuan. "Dare you compete? It's still the old rule, 500 yuan!"

Wang Fei blinked.

Now he thinks Liu Meijuan is really cute to the extreme.

This girl, is it intentional to give herself money? I was worried about how to collect the membership fee next month, so she rushed to compete with herself.

"Minister Liu, do you really want to compete?" Wang Fei asked a little reluctantly.

"Really! You can't refuse! You won my 500, I must win back!" said Liu Meijuan gloomily.

"Let me ask you, do you still have money?" Wang Fei asked.

"Yes! I still have 20000 in my bank card!" said Liu Meijuan.

Wang Fei took a breath, little rich woman! There is so much money. It seems that Liu Meijuan's family is very rich.

"Well, let's just raise the color head," said Wang Fei.

"Improve? How much do you want to improve? I'll accompany you to the end!" said Liu Meijuan.

"A thousand colorful heads? OK?" Wang Fei asked weakly. He was a little guilty and worried that he would scare Liu Meijuan away.