The national male god is the first in the test again

Chapter 429 Is Ling Jue dead?

No matter how much he hated Ling Jue, there was nothing he could do now.

He could only yell, "Defend, stop Ling Jue."

Now don't pray for scoring, just pray that the opponent can't score.

Mu Aonan was on the defensive, ready to stop Ling Jue at any time.

Ling Jue stood under his backboard, patting the ball in his hands.

Mu Aonan also very much hoped that he would delay the time like this, as long as the time for the second half is up, their goal points will be higher than the opponent's.

Everyone also frowned, what is Ling Jue dragging?
If you don't pitch now, time will run out.

"Give you."

Suddenly, Ling Jue threw the ball to Lu Yilie, "Come in."

Lu Yilie's eyes widened in disbelief, can he do it?
"Didn't you want Qi Ye to call you Lord? Now you have given up on yourself?" Ling Jue chuckled, "I will assist you."

Lu Yilie looked at his smile, held the ball in his hand, settled down in his heart, and smiled, "Okay."

He started to attack, and Ling Jue opened the way for him to throw the ball.

Mu Aonan looked at Lu Yilie with some disdain, but he knew what Lu Yilie was capable of, he couldn't play basketball at all.

really--

A group of people blocked the opposite side, Lu Yilie ran into the circle, jumped up high and threw the ball, while everyone was in fear, the ball slowly fell, and finally fell into the hands of...Mu Aonan,
"Come on, keep going!" Ling Jue was like the wind, as soon as the ball fell into Mu Aonan's hands, she grabbed it and threw it to Lu Yilie, who was blushing, "Keep throwing."

Lu Yizheng took the ball, looked at Ling Jue's trusting smile, he suddenly thought of his uncle, he also wanted to make himself a talent...

Clenching the basketball tightly, Lu Yilie abandoned the thoughts in his heart, and quickly dribbled and threw the ball.

When he can't score, Ling Jue will take the ball back for him.

Let him keep throwing.

Everyone didn't quite understand what Ling Jue meant, but they saw Lu Yilie's technique. He couldn't make the first few shots at all.

But later, he gradually found the trick. Ling Jue threw him several times, and he jumped into them all.

Lin Mu and the others also gained confidence. Although they were very tired from running, they suddenly felt a lot more relaxed seeing Ling Jue's unbeatable expression and playful expression.

"There are still 10 minutes to the end." Lu Yilie panted and looked at the big screen in the auditorium, which showed that there were 10 minutes to the end of the game.

The ball is now in Mu Aonan's hands, Ling Jue smiled lightly, "A few more balls over the opposite side will make them even angrier?"

As we all know in basketball, a shot outside the three-point line is a three-point shot, and a shot inside the two-point line is two points.

Lu Yilie's shots were all within the one-point line. Although he scored ten goals, his score was still eight points behind the opponent.

Mu Chen followed up and said, "One."

Ling Jue hooked the corners of his mouth, yes, one, just one point, the other side should be pissed off.

In the next game, Ling Jue let the water go, and let the opposite Mu Ao Nan score a few goals.

All of a sudden, the opponent surpassed them by several points.

People in the auditorium were a little puzzled, why is Ling Jue not as powerful as before?
Everyone in class A1 is extremely nervous, is Ling Jue tired?

And the people in class A2 were very excited, Ling Jue couldn't do it anymore, hahaha!
There are 5 minutes left in the game, and they are sure to win!
"The spring breeze is blowing! The drums are beating! The boys in class A2 are the most charming!"

A group of girls screamed, is their class going to win?
very nice! !
You can have two days off! !

(End of this chapter)