Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 319 - 67: Spatial Collision (Part 2)

Chapter 319: Chapter 67: Spatial Collision (Part 2)

The ball in his hand was suddenly gone, and when he looked back, he saw that the ball had been stolen without him noticing, Zhou Ziang swiftly passed Qu Yang, then blocked and passed Mao Yi, shot up and scored the ball, AND1 got the first point.

Still standing under his own basket, Qu Yang was staring at his own hands, Mao Yi comforted him by patting his shoulder, "Don’t relax, immediately fall back on defense."

Fang Xin said proudly, "Little, your team has no chance. Let me tell you, that silent sneaky guy is very impressive. I doubt that even my brother and I combined could match him. If we win later, don’t cry."

Fang Xin thought her task was quite simple, no need to compete fiercely with those men, just to stick to Xiao Xian, and stay out of the way.

That’s what Fang Xin believed until she said those words, but shortly after she finished speaking, she immediately realized she was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Sorry," Xiao Xian suddenly jumped high and intercepted the ball that was passed by Qu Yang.

Qu Yang now didn’t even have the energy to curse. He truly underestimated the scrappy guy; he wasn’t just scrappy, but more like a sticky clay figure, sticky in defense, not letting anything past him, it was impossible to pass him or steal the ball from his hands, let alone score.

Looking at Mao Yi, he didn’t have much of an advantage either. Fang De and Mao Yi’s appetite for braised pork was about the same, and so was their scrambling for rebounds. Eventually, he had no choice but to choose a defensive hole on the court, Xiao Xian.

"Little, don’t slip away like a little mouse," Fang Xin still sounded nonchalant, her level was top-notch in women’s basketball.

But trying to capture Xiao Xian’s slippery moves was not easy.

Fang Xin, thinking she was taller and had longer legs, could catch up to Xiao Xian, but who knew that girl along with the ball.

Slipped under her eyes in a flash, and as for how she passed, Fang Xin didn’t even have time to reflect.

Seeing his sister unable to guard well, Fang De spread his arms and rushed over, his feet not yet steady, Xiao Xian suddenly stopped, and passed the basketball to the side, directly to Mao Yi.

After Mao Yi got the ball, he saw that Zhou Ziang had not yet arrived in time, Fang De got distracted trying to steal Xiao Xian’s ball, and a gap appeared on the court.

The ball traced a beautiful curve on the ground and quickly reached Qu Yang’s hands.

A beautiful long shot, the basketball swished into the net, Sacred Heart Middle School scored.

"Oh ho, well done, beautiful." A wave of cheers arose from the audience, the basketball court seemed like a man’s game, but the excellent performance of female players often attracted more cheers.

Who let the spectators be a group of young men who just lost a match themselves.

"Not bad," Fang De looked down at Xiao Xian, just managing to see Xiao Xian’s shiny black hair.

Zhou Ziang simply nodded his head and quickly ran back to his position.

Fang Xin was dissatisfied, "Little, I didn’t expect you to run so fast, but next time don’t slip away, if you have the guts fight me one-on-one in a defensive attack."

Xiao Xian shrugged her shoulders, she wouldn’t rashly shoot, after all, it was a match, not school practice, the strength under the basket was also visible, Mao Yi was basically tightly marked by Fang De.

While Zhou Ziang was clearly a cut above Qu Yang in skill, if she slackened any further, this game would end in an embarrassing loss.

The match continued, both teams’ scores rising alternately, just like the situation Xiao Xian’s team had in the morning, relentlessly chasing each other, despite Fang Xin keeping a close eye on Xiao Xian several times, each time, Xiao Xian slipped away like a slippery fish.

"Again like this," at the second half of the fifth round, the score was already locked at 2:2, two points away from the final victory lock, with Holy Heart Three Musketeers temporarily leading.

Mao Yi grabbed a rebound, staring at the ball in his hand, his eyes swiftly scanning the court.

Zeng Yang was already exhausted, and Mao Yi himself felt breathless, Fang De was not in much better condition, the morning’s matches had consumed a lot of his and Zeng Yang’s stamina. Fang De’s team, compared to Holy Heart Three Musketeers, had played one more match, accumulating quite a fatigue.

On Fang Xin’s side, she was also reaching her limit. Xiao Xian’s stamina seemed not to have depleted much, at least from Mao Yi’s perspective, Xiao Xian was still agile enough to make a face at him.