I collected the ball, leaned back, and felt the weak resistance behind me. I immediately started dribbling with my right hand.
"Bang! Bang!" The rhythmic sound of muscles colliding rang out. Two collisions, a feint with a small swing of the shoulder, and a simple hook. The basketball easily entered the basket.
Mitsui once again formed a back-to-back stance. After the first lesson, Mitsui was undoubtedly much more serious now. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against my back. His entire body was in a squatting position.
It was just like when two people were fighting one-on-one, if one side crouched too low, the other side would easily get a chance to jump shot. It was the same for back-to-back shots in the paint. Feeling his movements with my back, I leaned back and turned right. The change in defensive posture did not mean that my defensive strength had increased. Because I was squatting too low, Mitsui was still unable to make a defensive move when he realized that I had turned around to shoot. At close range, the basketball was still easily shot into the net.
Once again, he was facing Mitsui from behind, as if he was facing a great enemy. Because I wanted to affect his judgment, I deliberately moved my entire body very slowly. I bumped into him, then bumped into him again. This time, it was slower. When he was thinking, I used my elbow and feet to hook him easily.
It was about the bottom left and bottom right corners of the basket. Generally speaking, technical basketball players would choose the left side, such as Garnett, Yao Ming, and Olajuwon. For power-type players, the lower right corner was usually their choice. The reason for this was based on his own technical characteristics. If it was the right side, which was a power-type player, when he forced the basket, he would basically turn to the left and then take advantage of the opportunity to dunk or force a foul.
As for the other side, the skill-type players inside the line basically had a good jump shot. They turned to the left or right for a jump shot or a fadeaway. Because the attack range was larger than the power-type players, they would basically choose the direction that was beneficial to the dominant hand, which meant that it was more comfortable to shoot.
There was a famous saying in the history of basketball that the closer you were to the basket, the easier it was to score. This saying was not wrong at all. In fact, not everyone could be like Jordan. As a guard, he had a terrifying 50% field goal percentage throughout his career.
O'Neal's dominance lay in his impact on the basket, his accuracy, and his lethality. Don't look at this big guy like a rough brother, his little hook was very accurate.
After receiving a bad pass from the beautiful girl, I turned around and had a face-to-face contact with Mitsui for the first time. He shook it again and again, but he still couldn't shake it. This guy had learned a little too well. He didn't give me so much space to move like before.
It was just that the sweat stuck to the sweat, and the skin rubbed against the skin. It was really an annoying feeling. She was honey, and that guy was a big stupid bear.
However, the closer he got, the easier it was for the other party to break through. It was obvious that Mitsui's defensive style had not been systematically trained. If he was facing a player with poor dribbling ability, this move would be quite useful. However, if the opponent had the ability to dribble and break through, as long as he gently pressed his shoulder, it would mean that he had completely lost his position.
Lowering his waist and pressing his shoulders, with his left foot as the axis, his shoulders quickly swayed to the left, but his right foot took the first step to the right. For this kind of attack, the swing between the pivot legs was a probing move, opening up space for the attacker and paving the way for the next move. Therefore, generally speaking, experienced defenders would not fall for this feint.
Mitsui's words…
The flaming man pursed his lips tightly, his firm eyebrows staring at my movements. When I swiped my pivot leg to the left, his entire body swayed in the same direction.
Just a moment was enough. The solid basketball collided with the cement floor. The explosive first step allowed me to pass him by one body. With my shoulder against him, I rushed straight to the basket.
Seeing that I was about to reach the basket, I stopped and jumped. Then, he raised his hands, which were holding the basketball, and as expected, a gust of wind came from behind him.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Mitsui, who was eager to block the ball, bumped into me in mid-air. Resisting the strong impact from the other party, I leaned against him on the left side of my body. I used my right hand to lay up with one hand, and the basketball grazed the basket into the net.
After the basketball hit the ground, Mitsui and I fell to the ground in a sorry state. Because he was leaning on me, almost half of his body was pressing on me. Especially when this damned bastard was in a panic. He was even more unreliable than a fish on land, waving his hands randomly.
“!”He felt a pain in his left forehead, and his eyes went black. Then, he felt the world spin and he returned to the Dragon Rider.
After a few seconds, my mind regained consciousness. I heard hurried footsteps and faint shouts behind me. I shook my head hard and forced myself to stand up.
"In a competition, this is a 2 1.”I extended my hand to Mitsui and raised an eyebrow at him.
This guy didn't have any feelings for me and was happily pulled up by me.
"Brother, are you okay?”Sunny Naino was extremely nervous. She stood at the side and looked at me helplessly.
"It's okay, it's okay.”I quickly made a bodybuilding pose and patted her furry little head.
"Hisashi Mii, are you risking your life or what? Idiot, I'm not asking you to go to war.”I heard Miyatsuki's voice from behind me. I turned around and saw her pointing at Mitsui with one hand on her waist.
As expected of a beautiful girl. Even when she was angry, she looked so charming and domineering.
"And you." After teaching the submissive Mitsui a lesson, Miyatsuki immediately changed her target."Basketball is such a dangerous sport. Look at your body. If you pull it out and make it into ribs, others will think that there are too many bones. If you continue to do this in the future, be careful not to fall to your death!”
"…I'm sorry." I had no choice but to admit my mistake in front of Demon King Mitsuki. To be honest, that move wasn't very dangerous. People who were used to playing basketball would subconsciously make protective movements when they encountered such an accident. As for Mitsui, he was young and had to pay the tuition fee.
"I'm sorry about just now." Mitsui lowered his head and apologized softly with a red face.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." I smiled and waved my hand. I quite liked Mitsui's shy look. It was so cute.
Just as I was about to say something flirtatious, Mitsui handed the ball to me.
"Then, let's continue."
The boy's bright eyes flickered with a certain light.
I was startled and nodded in agreement.
He didn't choose to play from the inside like I did. Pulling him out of the three-point line, he squatted down slightly and swung his right hand back with the ball, not giving me a chance to steal.
I agree with his attitude. People who love basketball should be focused when playing.
The attacking side would always be one step ahead of the defending side. This was the absolute law of basketball. With the basketball in his hand, Mitsui's slender figure was like a bow. With the ball in his hand, his entire aura changed.
Especially those eyes. I thought about it for a long time, and I could only use the word sharp to describe him.
I took a step inside the three-point line, crouched down, spread my arms, and observed him calmly.
However, what I didn't expect was that there wasn't any feint, and there wasn't even a need to dribble. I exerted strength in my calves, bent my knees, and then rose from the ground.
I wasn't good at jumping against Mitsui, and because of my height and jumping ability, my hand only covered his chin.
Mitsui, on the other hand, had a cold look in his eyes, as if he was ignoring himself. When his body rose to the highest point, the basketball flew out from his right hand.
A perfect jump shot, a rainbow arc, and the basketball spun into the net.
My pupils contracted slightly.
For the second attack, I deliberately gave Mitsui space and stood two steps away from the three-point line. Even though the opponent's confident attack just now told me how good his shooting was, I firmly believed that a middle school student's mental quality could not keep calm all the time.
Withdrawing a step away from the opponent, the opponent would usually be impatient at this time. This was a tactic that carried psychological pressure and was especially useful for rookies who were not calm enough. However, what surprised me once again was that this cute little boy directly jumped up and steadily scored another three points.
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