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Chapter 13 Reversal, Reversal!

Several white team players hurriedly retreated to defend, but to their surprise, Qin Yu suddenly braked when he reached the three-point line and stopped.

"What?"

"not good!"

In an instant, the white team players felt a jolt in their hearts, realizing that something was wrong. However, they did not expect Qin Yu to do this. In the rush, no one had time to rush forward and could only watch Qin Yu jump up outside the three-point line and make a three-pointer.

Swish!

Goal!

The audience erupted in cheers, shouting excitedly for the brilliant three-pointer and for Qin Yu.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

Someone shouted, and then more people joined in, the cry of "comeback!" rapidly expanding and resounding throughout the entire stadium.

The white team called a timeout.

The players huddled together, but the atmosphere was eerily silent. No one spoke, and each of them was filled with frustration and confusion. They didn't know why the game had turned out this way, or what to do. Could they still win?

Number 7 subconsciously turned his head to look at the Red Team, his gaze falling on Qin Yu, and he sighed heavily: "This guy... is really too strong."

Number 52 shook his head vigorously, his tone filled with frustration: "That guy is definitely not an amateur player. If he were an amateur, I would have eaten the ball."

These words were overheard by the audience nearby, and they couldn't help but sneer.

Isn't this just making excuses? What, do you feel like you've been bullied?

You guys came here to cause trouble before, chasing Hank and his gang around and beating them to death, trying to humiliate them severely. That's not bullying. Where did your arrogance go?

What the hell are you pretending for?!

......

The timeout has ended, and the game has resumed.

The White Team's defense against Qin Yu changed from double-teaming him only when he received the ball and was preparing to attack, to pressing him directly from the backcourt and double-teaming him as soon as he crossed the center line.

There was nothing they could do; as long as the ball was in Qin Yu's hands, they felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies and a sense of panic in their hearts.

This attitude left Qin Yu speechless. He had only scored 24 points. Did they have to be so "outrageous"?

It wasn't that Qin Yu was being arrogant; he had just checked the system panel and found that he had scored 24 points, but the system only awarded him 2.4 points, which made him so angry that he almost cursed on the spot.

This system is a total rip-off.

24 points? That's all the points you have?

"It seems the level of competition was too low and the opponents too weak. Of course, how can these guys be compared to Oden? They're not professional players, so it's not surprising they get fewer points."

Qin Yu pondered to himself.

The system's points reward rules are just that "rigid." He could only console himself that even a small amount is still something, and at least playing this kind of game was much easier than scoring against Oden.

Little by little, it adds up!

......

White team attacks.

With the score difference of only 3 points and more than two minutes left in the game, number 52 took a deep breath, asked for the ball, and then drove straight to the basket.

This shot lacked any technical skill; it was just reckless. Ironically, it had a good effect. Not only did he score against Wells, but he also drew a foul on Wells, forcing him to take a free throw.

"Take it easy, make the penalty," encouraged player number 7 from the sidelines.

Number 52 nodded, stepped to the free-throw line, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then shot the ball. With a "bang," the basketball hit the rim and flew out.

"Damn it!" he yelled in frustration, and was about to rush for the rebound, but Wells was faster than him, having already leaped up and grabbed the rebound, then threw it forcefully towards the frontcourt without hesitation.

Almost the instant Wells jumped to grab the rebound, Qin Yu had already started his run, rushing towards the White Team's half like an arrow released from a bow.

White Team's number 7 kept his eyes on Qin Yu and started walking almost at the same time as Qin Yu.

After the two had run a few steps, the others finally reacted. Hank glared at Wells, annoyed, and said, "It's only 3 points behind, what's the rush?"

"Qin told me to throw it away," Wells said innocently.

"That's not what I meant!" Hank pointed at the basketball hurtling towards the frontcourt, his voice tinged with concern. "I mean you threw it way too far! Couldn't you have aimed better?"

Wells shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

He did pass the ball too far; judging from the trajectory, it was heading straight for the baseline. But he's a center, and passing isn't his strong suit. Now, Qin Yu has to rely on himself.

This is a contest of speed.

Qin Yu not only had to shake off the relentlessly pursuing No. 7, but also catch up with the rapidly flying basketball.

He moved like a whirlwind, quickly outpacing number 7 and charging to the frontcourt. Just as the basketball was about to fly out of bounds, his speed increased by three points in an instant, causing the spectators to gasp in amazement.

Finally, just before the basketball was about to fly out of bounds, Qin Yu caught up with it!

He stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the basketball. By then, he was already under the basket. Seeing that number 7 had not caught up yet, he adjusted slightly, jumped up, and made a light layup to put the ball into the net.

Goal!

"Thank goodness we caught up." Wells breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he would have been scolded to death.

"Good shot!" Hank pumped his fist excitedly, his worry turning into excitement and ecstasy.

The ball went in, making the score 58-60, narrowing the gap to just two points, with only two minutes left in the game.

......

With only 2 points behind, the White Team called another timeout, intending to curb the Red Team's momentum and make some adjustments.

When the timeout ended, number 7 dribbled the ball up the court and was just about to organize the attack when he saw that the person guarding him was no longer Hank, but Qin Yu. He immediately felt a little flustered.

"Damn it, why am I afraid of him?"

Number 7 was frustrated and kept trying to encourage himself, but facing Qin Yu's defense, he ultimately didn't dare to go one-on-one. Instead, he called for a screen and then passed the ball to Number 52.

With two minutes remaining, the other players on the white team were no longer reliable, and number 52 understood this as well. Upon receiving the ball, he immediately attempted a one-on-one against Wells. However, the red team's double-team came quickly, forcing him to pass the ball out to a teammate.

After two more passes, the basketball returned to number 52's hands. He took the ball and headed straight for the basket, aiming for Wells, with a simple goal—to draw a foul.

Wells was aware of this as well. Just as he was hesitating whether to step forward, Qin Yu had already come over and slapped number 52's hand, taking the ball with him.

"beep......"

The referee blew his whistle and called a foul on Qin Yu.

Qin Yu didn't mind, but went to Wells' side and reminded him, "Number 52's free throws aren't good. Don't be afraid of fouls, just defend him the way you normally would."

At this point, the White team is under a lot of psychological pressure, and shooting is already a disadvantage for number 52. Since he wants to draw a foul, why not send him to the free-throw line?

I bet your gun is empty, and even if it were, you wouldn't be able to hit it!

Sure enough, number 52 missed his first free throw and barely made his second, scoring only one point, while possession returned to the Red Team.

With a 3-point deficit, the red team attacks.

The White Team's defensive strategy remained unchanged: number 7 pressed high up the court. He knew it would be difficult to steal the ball from Qin Yu, whose ball control was too solid. The pressing was simply to delay Qin Yu's advance and waste time on the attack.

After all, the white team is still in the lead, and wasting time is also a tactic.

When Qin Yu arrived at the frontcourt, the White Team immediately double-teamed him. Qin Yu passed the ball to Hank, while he moved quickly, circled around, and then suddenly cut inside, receiving the ball from his teammates immediately.

Number 7 was left behind and shouted to his teammates, "Come and cover!"

Number 52 quickly stepped forward, bowed, and stood in front of Qin Yu.

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't intend to pass the ball but instead jumped up to meet him, he roared and also jumped up with all his might, swinging his arms and fiercely swatting at the basketball.

What?

However, the fierce expression on Number 52's face froze the next moment, then turned into astonishment...