Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Ling Jue can’t do it anymore?

Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION

No matter how much he hated Ling Jue, there was nothing he could do now.

He could only shout, “Defend! Stop Ling Jue!” 2

He did not pray for a goal now. He just prayed that the other side could not score.

Mu Aonan defended and was ready to stop Ling Jue at any time. 2

Ling Jue stood under her own backboard and slapped the ball in her hand.

Mu Aonan also hoped that he could stall like this. As long as the second half was up and their score surpassed the other side’s, it would be fine.

The crowd frowned. What was Ling Jue stalling for?

If he did not throw the ball now, time would run out.

“Here you go.” 2

Suddenly, Ling Jue threw the ball to Lu Yilie. “You go in.” 2

Lu Yilie widened his eyes in disbelief. Could he do it?

“Didn’t you want Qi Ye to call you Lord? Now you’ve given up on yourself?” Ling Jue chuckled. “I’ll assist you.” 2

Lu Yilie looked at his smile and held the ball in his hand. He calmed down and smiled. “Okay.” 2

He began to attack. Ling Jue opened a path for him and let him throw the ball.

Mu Aonan looked at Lu Yilie with disdain. He knew what Lu Yilie was capable of. He did not know how to play basketball at all.

As expected… 2

A group of people blocked the other side. Lu Yilie ran into the circle and jumped high to throw the ball. While everyone was worried, the ball slowly fell and finally fell into… Mu Aonan’s hand… 2

“Come, continue!” Ling Jue was like the wind. The ball had just fallen into Mu Aonan’s hand when she snatched it away and threw it to Lu Yilie, whose face was red. “Continue to throw.” 2

Lu Yilie took the ball and looked at Ling Jue’s confident smile. He suddenly thought of his uncle. He wanted to become a great talent too… 2

Lu Yilie tightened his grip on the basketball. He abandoned his thoughts and quickly dribbled the ball to shoot.

When he could not score, Ling Jue would snatch the ball back for him.

Let him continue throwing.

The crowd did not quite understand what Ling Jue meant, but they saw Lu Yilie’s skill. He could not score the first few balls at all.

Later on, he gradually found the trick. Ling Jue threw a few balls to him, and he managed to score all of them.

Lin Mu and the others were also confident. Although they were tired from running, they suddenly felt much more relaxed when they saw Ling Jue’s calm and playful expression.

“There are only ten minutes left.” Lu Yilie panted as he looked at the big screen in the audience seats. It showed that there were only ten minutes left before the end of the game. 2

The ball was now in Mu Aonan’s hands. Ling Jue chuckled. “How many points will make them so much angrier if we win?” 2

Everyone knew that shooting from the outside of the three-point line was three points, while shooting from the inside of the two-point line was two points.

Lu Yilie’s shots were all from the inside of the one-point line. Even though he had scored ten goals, his score was still eight points lower than the opponent’s.

Mu Chen continued, “One.” 2

The corners of Ling Jue’s lips curled up. That’s right, one. It was just one point. The opponent would probably be angered to death.

In the following matches, Ling Jue went easy and even let Mu Aonan score a few goals.

In an instant, the opponent surpassed them by several points.

The people in the audience were a little confused. Why was Ling Jue not as good as before?

The people from Class A 1 were extremely nervous. Was Ling Jue tired? 2

The people from Class A 2 were very excited. Ling Jue was not going to make it. Hahaha! 2

There were still five minutes left in the competition. They were definitely going to win!

“The spring breeze is blowing! The war drums are beating! The boys from Class A 2 are the most charming!” 2

A group of girls screamed. Was their class going to win? 2

This was great! 2

They could have two days off! 2