Black basket: Ryota Huangse

Aomine Daiki’s irregular shot undoubtedly boosted Diguang’s momentum and set off a wave of discussion among tens of thousands of spectators.

Can you throw a basketball at will?

This ability is simply heaven-defying.

Under the oppression of such opponents, how can it be possible to win?

After calming the emotions of Takahashi and Suzuki and others who were shocked and frightened by Daiki Aomine, Huangse also carried the ball all the way to the midfield.

Before stepping on the line, a cyan figure galloped over.

“Huangse, try to attack?”

Aomomine Daiki grinned grimly, his eyes slightly defiant.

Huang Se lowered his head and smiled, holding the ball with his left hand, and chuckled: “Just so confident in your defense?” ”

“24 seconds of attack time, how long it took you to break through me some time ago I can’t remember?” Qingfeng disdained, it took more than ten minutes for Huangse to break through him.

Now it’s only 24 seconds.

“The only one who can win me is myself…”

“Then try it…”

As soon as the words fell, Huangse’s left hand kept tapping the basketball.

This time.

He didn’t use the Flower Butterfly Step that broke through Haizaki because Daiki Aomine’s physical coordination was strong and he was strong at shaking his center of gravity.

Since Qingfeng has absolute confidence in his speed.

Then he uses speed well:

“Bang”, “bang”, “bang”!

“Bang!”

The fourth time the ball went down.

“Boom!”

When the basketball touches the ground, it is like “thunder” that vibrates the eardrums of many people.

“This trick to break through the green room?” Qingfeng stared at the movements of Huangse’s left hand with full attention.

“Bang!”

Huang Se broke through towards the left side of Qingfeng, and the elongated golden figure as he stepped was like countless Huangse, affecting Aomine Daiki’s perspective, and finally turned into one.

Qingfeng Daiki also suddenly stretched out his right hand at this moment.

“Misjudgment?”

“How is it possible!”

Sou!

Huang Se had already rushed to the basket of Emperor Hikaru with the ball in one hand.

“Ziyuan, get out of the way!”

Aomine Daiki’s shouting sounded, and Atsushi Shihara, who was about to stop Huangse, couldn’t help but stop moving.

Seeing this, Akaji frowned slightly.

“Daiki, this idiot, it’s up!”

No doubt.

A contest between aces.

Always on top.

Huangse is no exception.

Because, no one wants to admit that they are weaker than each other.

(three minutes) time, like Tei Guang can use Nagasaki Middle School, send three “miracle level” to entrap Huangse, even if Huangse is strong, the attack will be limited.

But…

A race for genius!

Because.

For the geniuses.

The tactics of the three-person joint defense really look down on them too much…

And that’s just the way it is.

This kind of instruction, platinum cultivation can not open the mouth.

It can only be seen by their own ideas.

“Huangse!”

As Huangse stepped on the jump, Aomine Daiki’s angry voice reached his ears.

There was not much expression change on Huangse’s face, and this level of duel, even if he could break through the other party for a while, would be quickly caught up.

Facing Aomine’s stop when he jumped, Huangse made a gorgeous turn in the air.

360 degree turn.

Just like before against Atsushi Shihara.

“Bang!”

A snap sounded.

Huang Se grabbed the basket frame with one hand and swayed a few times before landing on the ground, looking at Aofei Daiki with a calm face.

“Xiao Qingfeng, who can win you, there is also me!”

“Ha: Ha ha! Aomine Daiki suddenly smiled.

Gritting his teeth and laughing, extremely terrifying.

“Air turn, interesting…”

…

The last five seconds until the end of the first half.

Huangse and Qingfeng are still flying.

Ignored his teammates.

Exactly the same as the scene just now.

Only this time, Huangse’s rotation in the air limit reached 540 degrees!

Qingfeng was obviously deflated again.

“Three hundred and sixty degrees is not your limit…”

Aomine Daiki widened his eyes.

He was ready for Huangse’s spinning dunk in the air.

But this time.

Still passing by him.

“Qingfeng, don’t be too stubborn… This is the finals, put away your arrogant heart, you can’t help it!! ”

Another man’s voice sounded.

It was Shintaro Midorima.

A pair of ruthless big hands did not hesitate to shoot at the basketball in Huangse’s hand.

Swish!

Face such moments.

Huangse decisively passed the ball out.

Mitsui, who had been waiting for the bottom line, got the ball and jumped quickly…

“Ignored?”

Atsushi Shihara on the side only jumped up in a big stride, purple eyes stared coldly at Mitsui, and his long right arm was stretched out and thrown out.

“Snap!”

The basketball flew heavily to the sidelines.

Takuya Mitsui’s eyes were shocked.

This purple-haired monster.

What kind of nerve reaction speed is it?

The distance between myself and him was two meters just now!

“Toot!”

The whistle for the end of the game also sounded.

Score65:55!

When the “Age of Miracles” puts down its hands and works together to deal with a person, even if this person is the “chosen son”, even the top professional players cannot stop it.

Aomine was wayward for three minutes later.

Shintaro Midorima took the lead, followed by Atsushi Shihara.

A strong cohesion has finally been revealed.

Huangse’s attack was stopped!

Diguang also finally extended the score to double digits.

“Our game also went into half-time and the difference between the two teams is currently ten points. It’s hard to imagine that in the face of an opponent at the level of “All-China Hegemon” like Diguang Middle School, Zhaorong can hold out until now without collapsing, which is really respectable. ”

“Indeed, each of them did not give up and tried their best to assist Huangse to complete the score…”

“But at the last moment, Huangse’s attack was stopped…”

“If you are not mistaken, Diguang will continue to widen the gap in the third quarter, and what is the biggest problem for the players at the moment? Mr. Iijima? ”

“Physical problems…”

“So, can Teruei Middle School turn the tide and turn defeat into victory? What are the odds of this. ”

“It’s probably only 10%…”

“Stay tuned…”

In the studio, the two commentators chatted about the time.

The players from both sides have returned to the dressing room separately.

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PS: The description is too detailed, so tired! It feels thankless… No flowers are cast, speed up the process and end the game immediately!