Block and Steal

The Crew Cut Youth dribbled the ball, playing it safe and steady, while calling out to his teammates, "Play well, they have no chance. The score difference is too big. Everyone pass the ball to Mingyu more, let him shoot from the Three-Point Line, we need to widen the score to a despairing number. Even if that Qin Ze..." He was about to say, "Even if that Qin Ze is good at stealing, it's useless," when he suddenly heard his teammate behind him exclaim, "Watch out behind you!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard the sound of wind behind him. He felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously dribbled to avoid it... Where's the ball? Greatly alarmed, he turned his head and saw Qin Ze dribbling the ball and running madly towards his own basket, with Zhang Mingyu chasing behind him, desperate to intercept him. Qin Ze took the lead, finally reaching the basket, and with a twist of his head, he threw the ball to Old Wang, who was far outside the Three-Point Line.

No one was guarding Old Wang; they had all run to intercept Qin Ze. He slowly inhaled, jumped, and shot a three-pointer.

This time, no one will block my shot, right?

The ball hit the rim a few times before falling into the net.

"Damn it!" the Crew Cut Youth cursed.

Old Wang and Qin Ze high-fived each other, enjoying the cheers from the audience. At this moment, their morale was completely restored, and they were once again full of fighting spirit.

The Basketball Team dribbled the ball again and launched an offensive. This time, they used tactics. After Zhang Mingyu received the ball, he ran madly for half the court, and several players abandoned their marks to screen Qin Ze. Sure enough, they created an opening for Zhang Mingyu, and he shot the ball without hesitation.

The basketball spun out of his palm, but before it could draw a perfect arc, a loud "pa" crisp sound rang out, and the basketball whistled away. This time, it didn't fly out of the court, but was caught by Zhao Baliao.

Another Block!

There was an uproar outside the court, accompanied by the sound of clicking shutters.

"I got it, haha."

"I got it too, I'll post it on the Campus Forum right away."

"Look at the photos, Qin Ze jumps so damn high. If he participates in the school sports meet, he might break the high jump record."

Zhang Mingyu, who prided himself on his good upbringing, couldn't help but want to swear at this moment.

Wasn't he screened? How did he do it?

Zhao Baliao rushed towards the basket aggressively, took three steps, laid the ball up, and scored another two points.

The current score: 22-11, the difference between the two sides is still huge.

Zhang Mingyu's side served the ball. He gave his teammates a subtle gesture. The guy controlling the ball hesitated for a moment, but still passed the ball to him at close range, not daring to pass it from a distance, fearing that it would be stolen by Qin Ze again.

After Zhang Mingyu got the ball, he jumped high in front of Qin Ze, while leaning back, and shot the ball in his hand again.

I don't believe you can block it again!

"Fadeaway Jumper, Three-Point Line, isn't that too forced?" the audience exclaimed.

"If he doesn't do a Fadeaway Jumper, he might get blocked by Qin Ze again. Damn it, he has already been promoted from Slap-in-the-Face King to Block King."

"Ahhh, Zhang Mingyu's posture is so handsome, I love you!!"

"Pa!"

Responding to the audience's cheers was a crisp sound, very familiar, it was the sound of a Block.

Qin Ze leaped up, his jumping ability was lawless, and once again threw out a powerful slap, heavily swatting the basketball away.

The girls' cheers came to an abrupt halt, followed by the sound of gasping.

Block!

Another Block!

Are you doing this on purpose? Were you born to block shots?

Zhang Mingyu's gaze was blank.

Virgin snatched the ball and ran, scoring another two points. The score was constantly closing, and the balance of victory was slowly tilting.

Soon, the ball was passed to Zhang Mingyu again. Qin Ze didn't spread his arms in a defensive posture, and smiled, "I'll let you shoot."

I can block you until you doubt your life.

Zhang Mingyu gasped heavily, his eyes spitting fire. He instinctively wanted to shoot, but seeing Qin Ze's calm expression, he flinched for the first time. How could his stamina be so good, his face not red and he wasn't out of breath... If I shoot, he'll still block me.

After hesitating slightly, he glanced at the Crew Cut Youth approaching, gritted his teeth, and passed the ball out.

The audience witnessed this scene and laughed: "Hey, Zhang Mingyu wanted to shoot just now, but gave up again."

"Haha, he doesn't dare to shoot."

"Seeking the psychological shadow area of Zhang Mingyu."

"Hahaha!"

After the Crew Cut Youth received the ball, he dribbled past people with the help of his teammates' pick-and-roll tactics, successfully scoring a point.

"Everyone cheer up, let's make a quick decision." The Crew Cut Youth roared, with a sense of "seeing the blue sky after breaking through the clouds." Finally, he scored!

He was full of pride, feeling that he had regained his confidence. Being Steal and Block by Qin Ze one after another, even the battle-hardened Basketball Team members couldn't help but feel depressed. Scoring at this time was very important. As long as the momentum returned, their normal performance could defeat that group of amateurs.

The Crew Cut Youth dribbled and ran quickly, preparing to score another goal to boost morale.

"Watch out behind you!"

He heard his teammate roar behind him.

That little brat is here to Steal again!

The Crew Cut Youth was furious in his heart, and subconsciously turned sideways to protect the ball, making a defensive posture, while blocking the ball behind him... Huh, where's the ball?

A figure brushed past him, the breeze brushing past the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and then, the ball was gone!

Damn, are you a dog?

The Crew Cut Youth cursed, he was Steal again, and once again Qin Ze Steal the ball silently, before he could react.

Over here, after Qin Ze Steal the ball, he ran very fast, bypassing the defense of two players in a row, and passed the ball to Virgin, who shot and scored.

Witnessing this scene, the Crew Cut Youth calmed down for the first time, and muttered: "I request a five-minute timeout."

Timeout your sister!

Qin Ze's first reaction was to refuse. He still had things to do later, and he didn't have time to play with these guys. But Old Wang and the others agreed, because this was a rule on the Basketball Court, and either side could request a timeout.

"What's wrong? Why a timeout?" Zhang Mingyu asked the Crew Cut Youth.

The Crew Cut Youth looked around at his four teammates and said in a deep voice: "That guy's athletic cells are too strong. If we continue to play like this, it will be very bad. The score is now 24-16, only four balls away."

Zhang Mingyu's face suddenly darkened, "What can you do?"

At this moment, he also panicked. He thought he had a sure chance of winning, but he didn't expect to be gradually caught up. Looking at the momentum, there was even the possibility of capsizing in the gutter.

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