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"Yay!" Duan Lingfei, who was outside the range of 30 centimeters, clenched his fists excitedly. He succeeded in his third attempt, his luck was pretty good.

He ran to retrieve the ball and returned to his original position. This time, he did not make any adjustments and directly threw the ball out.

In his posture, hands, and even the rotation speed and flight path of the ball after it had been shot, he hadn't deviated from the previous ball in the slightest. With a "whoosh", he entered the net again.

Duan Lingfei picked up the ball, returned it to its original position, and shot it again.

Pick up the ball again, put it back, shoot again …

Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" Duan Lingfei shot more than ten balls in a row. From his standard hand form at the start, to his later left hand shooting, shooting, hooking, no matter what posture he took, all of them were shot into the net.

If he had to be compared, the current Duan Lingfei was like a shooting machine. He remembered the angle and strength of the first time the basketball entered the net, and then, as long as he shot from the same position, no matter how he shot, he would still enter the net empty-handed.

After a dozen or so shots, Duan Lingfei nodded his head and moved it to a position outside of the three-point mark of forty-five degrees. He tried again, and the first ball hit the basket with a "pa" sound.

Duan Lingfei picked up the ball and returned to his original position. Then, he recalled the feeling he had when he scored and made his move …

The basketball drew the same path as before in the air, obediently falling into the net.

Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" "Swish …" "Another series of goals. No matter what position you take, or even if your eyes are closed, the basketball will end up falling into the net without a hitch!

Fortunately, there was no one else in the basketball court. If anyone else had seen this scene, they would not have believed their eyes.

Even the top marksman of the NBA wouldn't dare to use a shooting technique like projectile or hook, let alone maintain such a rate of hit!

This was simply opening up a trap!

After going in a dozen or so balls consecutively, Duan Lingfei arrived at the three-point mark right in the middle of the basket. It was still the same as before, as long as one ball fell into the basket, there would be a series of goals.

Slowly, Duan Lingfei's shooting position became further and further back, just a step away from the target line … Two steps outside of three points... Three Step Out of Line... Middle Circle... Middle Circle Back...

As the distance between them increased, the difficulty of entering the first ball would increase by several fold. Especially when it was close to the middle circle.

No wonder, even if an NBA player were to pitch a long-range three-point ball near the center, the hit rate would be extremely low.

However, no matter how far the distance was, as long as the first goal was scored, a series of goals would follow. No matter what posture was used, the ball's rotation speed and angle would always be fixed, as if it was set by a computer!

Time passed minute by minute... One hour, two hours, three hours... At 9 PM, the old man on duty came to lock the door and found a person holding a basketball in his arms, throwing the ball into the opposite basket!

"Hey, I'm going to turn off the lights. If you want to play, come back tomorrow!" The old man shouted at Duan Lingfei, but in his heart, he was thinking: "How can you play like this? Is there something wrong with your head? "

"..."

Three days passed by quickly and the time for the basketball game was finally up.

Huang Tianjun and Su Xiaoqiao arrived early in the morning at the gym, along with the Jianghai University's basketball team. It was said that they received Huang Tianjun's notice in advance saying that he wanted them to watch a good show.

"Huang Tianjun, what are you doing?" Su Xiaoqiao frowned and asked.

Huang Tianjun's right hand was still wrapped in thick bandages and he wore a well-groomed suit. The leather shoes on his feet were polished, making it seem as if he had come to play basketball.

"Why don't you change your tennis shoes? And your hand, can you play ball with a bandage? "

"Who said I'm going to play?" Huang Tianjun sneered.

"What do you mean? Didn't you propose to have a duel with Duan Lingfei? "

"What I said is true, but did I tell you that I'm going on stage myself?"

"You …" Su Xiaoqiao opened his eyes wide, instantly understanding Huang Tianjun's scheme. "You want to find someone to bring you up on stage? Too despicable! "

"Despicable? I don't think so! " Huang Tianjun shrugged his shoulders proudly: "If you're not convinced, you can also find someone to compete in Duan Lingfei's place, I have no objections!"

"Alright, you're the one who said that." Su Xiaoqiao suddenly jumped up, walked to the center of the basketball team members and said to a young lady wearing sports clothes: "Xiao Xue, you heard it too, this time you have to help me."

This girl was called Xiao Xue, the manager of the basketball team, and Su Xiaoqiao was her daughter. Hearing this, she looked troubled, and pulled Su Xiaoqiao to the side: "Good sister, I might not be able to help you this time."

"I just received two pieces of news. Firstly, two days ago, Huang Tianjun came to the basketball team to greet them. He sent red packets to all the members, instructing them not to fight for Duan Lingfei."

"What?" Too despicable! " Su Xiaoqiao instantly jumped up: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't know it had anything to do with you!"

"Damn it!" Su Xiaoqiao stomped his feet fiercely: "Then what about the other news?"

"This time, Huang Tianjun did not ask our team members to participate in the competition for him. Instead, he spent money to invite an expert from outside."

"Outside? "Where?" Su Xiaoqiao asked.

"Team Yingjie." Xiao Xue's expression was a bit ugly: "This is a semi-pro team. The team members' bodies are strong, their fighting style is strong and their individual strengths are very strong. I heard that they even recruited a few eliminated pro players!"

"Is he that powerful?" Why haven't I heard of it? "

"Because the style of this team's competition is filled with rough foul play, the members are mainly street hoodlums who often turn the competition into a brawl. A few years ago, they created a few extremely vile episodes of violence on the field, so they were disqualified by the basketball association!"

"Is it that exaggerated?" Su Xiaoqiao was in disbelief.

"How about this, I have a video here. You'll know once you see it!" Xiao Xue took out her phone and played out a video.

The video begins with a warm-up training session in which the elite players are wearing black uniforms and are shooting shots.

Amongst the crowd, there was a small forward in team number 9 who looked particularly eye-catching. He was nearly two meters tall, had a robust build, and had the explosive strength of a cheetah.