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Chapter 422 Broadcasting in the Courtyard 【Repair】

Standing behind Wen Xiange, Shao Meijuan, who wanted to show off, had a complicated face when she heard the words. She is tall, her face is not as good as hers, and her IQ seems not to be good.

Should she hit people like this? Does she have no hope at all?

In the end, she said unwillingly: "It's a coincidence, it's impossible to make three-pointers every time."

"Hey, Xian Ge, try to cast a few more times as before." Hearing this, Hu Yinglan also said, she actually thought it might be a coincidence, what does this mean by calculating the distance and angle to control the strength? Is this a human thing? ?

Who can calculate these in their brains when they take off.

Einstein probably wasn't so buff.

Wen Xiange blinked and nodded. In fact, she was also a little strange. When she just took off, she was thinking about how much strength she should use. Together with this thought, the ground in front of her eyes, the basketball hoop and her seemed to form three points. , and a line was connected in the middle, how much strength to use in the hand and the angle of the upward throw all appeared in my mind.

Could this be her golden finger? Is this skill for her to develop into a sports career?
But now even if she wanted to, she had no chance.

Also, she's not interested in a sports career.

It's okay to play occasionally, but she definitely won't do it as a career.

However, even though she had thought so much, she still took the ball and planned to try it a few more times to see if it was an accident or if it was really her golden finger.

After trying three times in a row, Wen Xiange hit a three-pointer. Every time, as long as she concentrated, the strength and trajectory would appear in her mind.

Now she can be sure that she seems to have the golden finger that she has dreamed of, but the function, ahem, is a bit hard to describe.

At first, not to mention the lesbians present, even the gay men on the sidelines thought it was a coincidence.

But then everyone looked at the tall and slender woman who was unfamiliar with her movements, but could make three-pointers every time, and fell silent.

This is genius.

Wen Xiange tried out her skills, and then made a few shots, but this time she didn't concentrate, and just shot casually, and none of them got in.

This stunned the shocked crowd.

Is this a coincidence, or is it just a coincidence?
"I just said it was a coincidence. How could someone have no tools and calculate those in such a short period of time." Shao Meijuan breathed a sigh of relief and broke everyone's silence.

"Uh, whether it's a coincidence or not, Xian Ge is also very good." Hu Yinglan paused and laughed.

"It's your turn, are you still playing?" Hu Yinglan asked as she handed the ball to Shao Meijuan.

Shao Meijuan looked up at the basketball hoop, the height...

Gritting his teeth, he took the fairway: "Play."

It's a big deal that you don't hit the shot, anyway, didn't one of them miss the shot.

After figuring it out, Shao Meijuan let go.

Holding the ball, she didn't care about her usual ladylike image, she threw off her arms and jumped up to smash the ball into the basket.

As a result, of course, heck, he didn't go in, and he didn't touch the edge of the basket.

Two more shots, although these two touched the basket, but the ball still missed.

Shao Meijuan curled her lips and dropped the ball and said, "I won't play anymore."

"Basketball is not suitable for you. If you want to play ball, we will go to the activity room to play table tennis at night."

The gay men have already walked to the basketball court because of Wen Xiange's abnormality.

Hearing Shao Meijuan's words, Fu Dalong stepped forward and said.

Shao Meijuan looked at Xiao Chenggong who was walking towards Wen Xiange, pursed her lips and shook her head: "I won't go."

Fu Dalong was about to say something when he heard the words.

Suddenly the radio in the compound rang.

It is said that the commander-in-chief passed away in the afternoon.

　First of all, I would like to apologize to the book friends. The author made a mistake before and mistook the time of Boss Zhu's death. In fact, the time in history is three o'clock in the afternoon.

　　Moreover, there is also a problem with the author's writing. After the commander-in-chief passed away, it is impossible for people in the military compound to be in the mood to play basketball, so I changed the previous setting. Those who have seen it before, just know it. Don't worry about it, just keep watching.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)