A brilliant basketball journey, a dazzling spectacle.

The guy in the black jersey, number 16, didn't rush to shoot after getting past Du Dewu. "Kid, there's still time, want to try and grab it again?"

"Uncle, how can I compare to you? There's almost a 20-centimeter difference in height between us."

"Hey kid, you're pretty self-aware. But that's not good. You can't go on without fighting spirit. You have to have it." The uncle's lips curled into a smile as he watched Du Dewu secretly move towards him.

"Oh, you saw right through me, Uncle," Du Dewu laughed.

boom! boom! boom!

Uncle number sixteen was still dribbling the basketball.

"Uncle, here I come!" As soon as Du Dewu finished speaking, his body instantly sprang to a stop, like a catapult, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side where the basketball was being dribbled and reached out to grab it.

The uncle's smile widened even more.

boom!

The basketball suddenly changed direction, switching from the man's left hand to his right hand behind his back. Du Dewu missed his target.

The man spun sideways, and the basketball returned to his left hand. He was now facing the basket, having just been facing Du Dewu.

Suddenly, Du Dewu, who should have disappeared from his sight after turning around, suddenly reappeared in front of the uncle.

"Thanks, sir."

A figure glided across the ground. The man felt his hand suddenly go empty; the basketball, which should have bounced back, was suddenly snatched away by the figure that flew close to the ground, heading straight for the three-point line.

What's going on? That speed!

Before the group could react, a graceful parabola suddenly appeared from the right at a 45-degree angle.

brush~

Without a backboard shot, the net rippled.

Hollow-core netting.

The man in number sixteen was stunned, as was the man in number twenty-one who was defending Wu Yun, and even the man in number six under the basket. The lively atmosphere that had been just moments before quickly turned sour.

The excitement usually starts when everyone is at a similar level, or when the one with the advantage starts it. But in this case, it is the originally weaker party that suddenly erupts.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. Thank you, sir. This is such a coincidence. I never expected the ball to go in," Du Dewu said, scratching his head and laughing.

"Yeah, that's true. It was a lucky shot from beyond the three-point line that went in."

"Yeah, no one was defending us just now," Du Dewu "explained" for the older men's team.

"Kid, don't call me uncle, call me Brother Yang."

"I'm not much older than you, only thirty years old." Uncle Sixteen—Brother Yang—was quite open-minded.

One shot went in, one shot went in; they could just casually shoot from beyond the three-point line, it must really have been a fluke. The older players had a temporary respite.

Qin Yu threw the ball to the older men's team.

The number 21 guy outside the three-point line is holding the ball that Qin Yu threw to him.

"Uncle, let's serve like the loser did," Qin Yu said in a deep voice, wearing a mask and sports glasses.

"Hey kid, aren't you hot? It's pretty hot in this arena."

"I have pimples on my face." Qin Yu was a man of few words; after saying five words, he fell silent. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make.

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't speak, the older man under the basket stopped chatting.

However, this time, the number 21 guy outside the three-point line kept an eye on Qin Yu – with so much equipment, he should be a breakthrough point.

The older man threw the ball directly towards the backboard, and the number six man jumped a step ahead of time, anticipating the moment the ball hit the backboard.

The man's arm quickly went over the rim, and the bouncing basketball was about to fall into his hands.

The man in number six chuckled. This time it was a sure thing. He was ready to go for the rebound dunk and show these kids what he was capable of. Sigh.