Luck is also a kind of strength. When the gap is not large, the role of luck will be victorious.

Perhaps Wang Yue's previous good luck made him score a few goals, but the distance in the fifth round of shooting was obviously beyond the range that luck could cover.

Yan Hong and many people were wondering, let alone let Wang Yue shoot the ball into the basket, whether Wang Yue's delicate palms that look like a woman could throw such a long distance.

Wang Yue started shooting.

The first ball was not strong enough, and it was still half a step away from the basketball stand, but it failed.

The second ball was barely enough, but it was offset by the distance of the basket by one ball, and it failed.

The third ball, the basketball hit the basket hard without stopping at all, and was bounced away with a bang, failing.

The fourth goal, after several failed shots, Wang Yue's touch became worse and worse, and this time he didn't even get a rebound.

Yan Hong curled his lips and smiled. Things really went as he expected. He only made a goal by luck. He had no basketball foundation. Wang Yue, who was not even standard in shooting posture and technique, could not make a shot. Even if he was lucky, it would not be possible, unless his luck was against the will.

Everyone is thinking so.

Those who do not support Wang Yue have already pursed a joke-like plot, while those who support Wang Yue have their hearts hanging, but their trust cannot be overwhelmed.

When a dull sound rang out, all the expressions of different expressions instantly became extremely unified, and one by one, surprised face was also surprised.

Because at that moment just now, in the fifth round, Wang Yue had the last chance to shoot, and entered the basket hollow, which was extremely beautiful.

The person who pays attention to you most will always be your opponent. This is an unchanging iron rule. Yan Hong saw Wang Yue use his last shot opportunity to enter the basket hollow, but he was also the last person to come out of surprise.

Yan Hong, a basketball team member, a physical education teacher, everyone present, even Zhang Dekui and others, did not deny that Wang Yue did not have such amazing shooting skills.

The only reason that can explain Wang Yue’s shooting is only one, his luck is against the will!

Yan Hong was not angry that Wang Yue had successful shooting at this time, but was angry that Wang Yue had such a lucky luck, and this lucky luck that had never been seen in a century was hit by him.

The sixth round of shooting was standing at the custom six-point line, and both sides had four shots.

Yan Hong himself knew about the upcoming sixth round shooting. Not to mention giving him four chances, even giving him forty chances, he might not be able to make a shot.

There is no different reason: far, too far, so far that the basket frame is blurred.

"Hey, Yan Hong, the provincial champion of the school exchange competition, hurry up and shoot. We are still waiting for the end of the shooting to buy lottery tickets. If we win the prize, we will buy you red dates. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have realized that Wang Yue's luck today was so good."

It’s no wonder that Zhang Dekuo shouted at Yan Hong. If Wang Yue’s luck today was not used to buy lottery tickets, it would be really inconsistent.

Yan Hong gritted his teeth slightly, making a slight giggle, his face dark and dark to the point of ink.

He originally thought that by transferring the showdown area to the basketball field where he is best at and Wang Yue is not good at, he could easily defeat Wang Yue. Who knew that he would encounter a huge fortune that Wang Yue had never seen in a century.

Although you need confidence in everything, you must also have self-knowledge.

Yan Hong knew that he would definitely lose the sixth round of shooting, but fortunately, Wang Yue had no hope of success, just because Wang Yue was lucky and successfully shot, which would not hurt his reputation at all.

After all, Wang Yue relies on luck rather than real basketball skills. Even if he loses, it is normal for humans to compete, because the competition is already within the reach of humans.

Yan Hong shot.

The first time, he hit the rebound and failed to shoot.

The second time, hit the basket and failed to shoot.

The third time, hit the basket and failed to shoot.

The fourth time, hit the basket and failed to shoot.

There was no miracle, and the final result was as expected by Yan Hong and the onlookers. Yan Hong failed to shoot.

Every time he dribbled the ball to the point of the division, Wang Yue always clumsyly and walked to the point of the division with his hands and palms.

"Wang Yue, I am convinced, do you dare to make another lucky shot?"

"Wang Yue, as long as you make the sixth round, senior sister, I will buy more than 99 roses to confess to you!"

"Senior sister, would it be nice if you don't bring me some with me?"

"n!n!n! Senior is your junior, and our senior is our senior!"

Although Wang Yue's chance of successful shooting was almost zero, there were a group of senior sisters scrambling to shout there with enthusiasm, which made the seniors around him look jealous. However, because the other party was Wang Yue, they could do nothing.

No one has ever had Wang Yue's handsome face, nor has the evil Cross Fire talent, and the luck that is almost a bunker in basketball.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, and this has never been nonsense.

"Dear Wang Yue, if you succeed in shooting, they will marry you, so mom!" Zhang Dikuai shouted delicately.

"Go left, go away, what are you shouting at by your man!" the thin man roared angrily.

"I'm cooperating with the atmosphere, you don't understand!"

"This guy is pretty good at pretending, I'll give it ten!"

Because the result was obvious, the atmosphere before Wang Yue's shot was not tense, but was extremely relaxed and active.

This is not difficult to understand, because everyone is young, and the final result was Wang Yue's shot failed and the two sides ended with a draw. The winner and defeat that he had known long ago naturally did not feel nervous.

"Wang Yue is relaxed and just make a random shot. Anyway, the worst result is also a draw."

Xuanxuan's cheering words were like a stone falling into the calm lake, causing ripples, which instantly caused many girls to shout for cheer.

"Brother-in-law, come on!" Jian Xi's crisp silver bell-like voice instantly eclipsed the colors of all girls' voices.

At this time, Wang Yue had already reached the position of the self-determined six-point line, and his palms were still rising and falling, and he was slapping the basketball with extremely unremitting rhythm.

At first glance, Wang Yue has an extremely incongruous feeling with the sport of basketball. At first glance, he feels that he is not a basketball player.

Yan Hong comfortably hugged his hands in front of his chest, curled his contemptuous mouth and said lightly: "I look forward to you being lucky again. If that happens, I will be convinced!"

Wang Yue asked back: "Do you need it?"

After saying this, Wang Yue, who was standing at the self-determined six-point line, raised his palm high and directly threw the basketball in his hand. His gentle movements made people wonder whether he could throw the ball so far away.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Hollow!
Chapter completed!