Return to the game.
Toyotama regrouped and launched a new attack.
Tsuyoshi Minami dribbled the ball across half court again.
Looking at Jack Carter in front of him, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
This time he attacked very aggressively, and the range of his movements was much larger than before.
But Jack Carter didn't care about these.
The next moment, Tsuyoshi Minami took a big step and closed the distance between him and Jack Carter.
He then changed hands under his crotch, transferred the basketball to his left hand, then turned sideways, aimed his elbow at Jack's waist, and finally broke through with his feet.
At the same time, his elbow also pushed towards Jack Carter's lower waist.
This movement, this angle, this accuracy—it is impossible to achieve this effect without several years of practice.
Everything seemed so casual and natural.
Even the referee outside the field was completely in the dark and couldn't figure out what was going on.
I don't know whether I should praise Tsuyoshi Minami for his clever approach.
How could Jack Carter allow the other party to hurt him?
Jack Carter was already accustomed to these shady little tricks on the basketball court, and it could even be said that he had been using them for several years.
There are all kinds of people on the basketball court, and there are no clear rules or restrictions. The people you meet are of all kinds, and their methods are even more insidious and cruel than Toyotama.
Just when Tsuyoshi Minami's elbow was about to hit Jack Carter's waist, Jack Carter turned flexibly and moved as agile as a leopard, easily avoiding the elbow.
At the same time, Jack Carter bypassed Tsuyoshi Minami and swung his arm like lightning, cleverly snatching the basketball from Tsuyoshi Minami's hands.
While Tsuyoshi Minami was confused and hadn't reacted yet, Jack Carter had already sped up and put several body lengths between them.
Tsuyoshi Minami stood there in shock, his face like a statue. He turned his head stiffly, but the confusion on his face had not subsided.
It was seen that Jack Carter had already stepped over Toyotama's three-point line.
At this time, under Toyotama's basket, Toyotama's center Mitsuaki Iwata was ready for battle, while Kyohei Yajima came to assist in defense on the right side.
These two men were a little behind when they attacked before.
As soon as Tsuyoshi Minami was intercepted, the two of them quickly ran back to defend.
What they didn't expect was that they had just run back and hadn't even stood firm when Jack Carter had already approached them, leaving them with no time to prepare.
Jack Carter didn't give them any time to think. He made an emergency stop, reducing his speed from Max to 0, and then jumped up with the ball. His movements were smooth and seamless.
Mitsuaki Iwata and Kyohei Yajima both paused for a moment and stood there in a daze, completely unable to react.
When the two of them came to their senses, they wanted to jump up to stop it, but it was too late.
The two of them stood there and could only watch Jack Carter holding the ball in mid-air, aiming at his own basket, and shooting without any hindrance.
Swish...
The basketball goes into the net.
Shohoku leads Toyotama 10-0.
For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Everyone was shocked by Jack Carter's quick stop jump shot.
"Wow! What was that? Was it a pull-up jump shot? Why is it different from what I've seen before?"
"What a beautiful pull-up jump shot, without any unnecessary movements."
"How on earth did he do that? He could stop suddenly at such a fast speed."
Jack Carter fell back to the ground and ignored the two dazed men. He turned around and went back to defend.
Less than 3 minutes have passed since the start of the game.
The electronic scoreboard showed 17 minutes and 57 seconds.
In other words, Shohoku completed the 10-0 lead in just 2 minutes and 3 seconds.
2 minutes and 3 seconds, approximately equal to 2 minutes.
This result shocked everyone.
Those other teams who came to watch the game stared in astonishment, wondering if they had seen it wrong.
Any team that has participated in the national competition knows what kind of team Toyotama is.
They are a bunch of scumbags who are so evil that they can make you urinate incontinently.
It was unexpected that such an opponent could be shutout-less and lead by 10 points.
This is not something that ordinary teams can do.
Suddenly, everyone became interested and wary of this unknown Shohoku.
The people who are suffering the most right now are Toyotama and their players.
They never expected this kind of result.
This was completely different from what they had expected before the game.
They should have been the ones to charge forward, then make some dirty moves to make the Shohoku players miserable, forcing them to leave the field, and then they, Toyotama, would win the final victory.
Now it feels like Toyotama is being suppressed by the opponent, and it is a crushing, thorough crushing.
They all turned their eyes to Jack Carter of Shohoku.
It was because of this person that they were in such an embarrassing situation.
If this person didn't exist.
If this person is taken out.
Such dangerous thoughts began to quietly grow in the hearts of Toyotama players.
A conspiracy against Jack Carter was also brewing secretly.
But the most important thing now is not to let the score get any bigger.
The ball still belongs to Toyotama.
This time, Toyotama's attack was particularly cautious.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jack Carter. They knew that they had to get around this tough opponent.
In their opinion, as long as they were not facing Jack Carter, the other players of Shohoku would not pose any threat to Toyotama.
With this in mind, they successfully brought the ball across half court and arrived in front of Shohoku's three-point line.
Kyohei Yajima held the ball, faced the defense of Hisashi Mitsui, and suddenly jumped up to shoot.
His jumping posture was a little strange, and his body deliberately rushed forward.
When Hisashi Mitsui saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
But he didn't have time to react before he was hit hard by Kyohei Yajima's knees and elbows.
Beep...
The referee blew the whistle immediately.
At the same time.
Thump...
Hisashi Mitsui fell heavily to the ground, his face full of pain, his hands covering his chest and stomach.
He was hit in the chest by Kyohei Yajima's elbow and in the stomach by the opponent's knee.
This time the injury was obviously serious.
The referee pointed at Kyohei Yajima and said sternly, "Toyotama No. 7, flagrant foul, one warning, two free throws."
Cut...
Kyohei Yajima spat softly, but there was no sign of dissatisfaction on his face.
He knew in his heart that all this was part of his plan.
He did it on purpose, with the intention of getting Shohoku's players off the field one by one.
This way, when Jack Carter is the only one left, they will have more ways to deal with him.
Everyone from Shohoku immediately gathered around Hisashi Mitsui.
"Mitsui...how are you?" Ryota Miyagi asked with concern on his face.
The others also had worried looks on their faces, their eyes filled with concern.
Hisashi Mitsui gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground with difficulty, calmed down, then smiled and said, "Don't worry! I'm not going to die yet."
Then he turned to look at Kyohei Yajima angrily. "You did it on purpose."
Kyohei Yajima spread his hands, pretending to be innocent, and said, "What are you talking about? I just bumped into you accidentally."
Everyone in Shohoku glared at him angrily, but there was nothing they could do for the moment.
After all, this is a competition, we can't just fight!
"I'm fine." Hisashi Mitsui waved his hand and said firmly, "Just be careful next time."
Hanamichi Sakuragi was already furious outside the court, pointing at Kyohei Yajima and cursing. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You despicable man, referee, kick him out of the court quickly..."
Hanamichi Sakuragi was yelling outside the court, which upset the referee, who couldn't help but yell back: "Shut up, if you keep making noise I'll call a technical foul on you."
Snap...
The scholar came behind Hanamichi Sakuragi and knocked him down with a folding fan. "Be quiet."
Kara Smith looked calm, as if she had already expected something like this to happen.
She looked at Mitsuyoshi Anzai and said, "Coach Anzai, it looks like the other team has started to commit flagrant fouls. This can easily lead to unexpected consequences. It's better to call a timeout."
Mitsuyoshi Anzai thought about it and felt that what Kara Smith said made sense, so he nodded. "Okay."
But now it is free throw time. According to the rules, a timeout can only be called after the free throws are made.
Hisashi Mitsui made two free throws.
Swish…
Bang...
Maybe it was because of my unfamiliarity with the hands, or maybe it was the pain that affected my performance.
The first shot missed the free throw.
Then came the second ball.
Hisashi Mitsui took a deep breath, calmed himself, and raised his hand to shoot.
Swish…
The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally fell accurately into the basket.
Swish...
Hollow into the net.
Shohoku leads Toyotama 11-0.
Beep...
The referee's whistle sounded.
Shohoku requested a timeout.
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