Chapter 39 2-22
Chapter 39 2-22
Zone.
All the previous guesses about the Zone disappeared completely after facing the Vulcan Taime who entered the Zone.
Zone is more powerless than he imagined.
It's not just that his own quality has been greatly improved, but more importantly, it is actually the feeling similar to the absolute domain.
It was as if on this court, he was already invincible and unstoppable-he was already invincible.
No matter how hard Yu Ling tried, it seemed that he was facing an opponent who was far stronger than him.
It's like a child facing an adult, it's not on the same level at all.
Is this Zone?
Unmatched.
The point difference was narrowed to only single digits, and there was 1 minute left in the third quarter.
There will be a fourth quarter after that... In this state, how can the game continue?Will lose, probably will lose?
"Defense! Come on, Yangquan!"
There were bursts of cheering sounds from the rest bench in Yangquan, Yu Ling frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead, a few drops flowed down his forehead, and did not get into his eyes, the salty feeling was very bad.
"Don't relax!" Yangquan's supervisor, Masako Araki, shouted, "Murashara, Himuro, the game is not over yet!"
The game continues.
Obviously so.
But Yu Ling felt that time seemed to stand still.
He didn't know what he was thinking - it probably had nothing to do with Yangquan, after all he...
No, maybe not unrelated.
Like a fast-forwarding movie, the shots of getting along with the basketball team members kept coming up, that kind of exciting and passionate feeling-impacting, impacting, impacting his heart vigorously.
"Atsushi, let's do our best together!" Himuro Tatsuya smiled softly.
"Hey, you two are Yangquan's trump card!" Fukui Kensuke patted him on the shoulder vigorously, with a serious expression and firm eyes.
The same goes for Okamura and Liu, everyone trusts them, trusts in Yangquan's trump card——
Even under such circumstances?
Yu Ling thought it was a little funny, but also inexplicably moved.
He has never done this kind of thing that he knows he will lose, and he knows he will fail, but he has to continue. He has never done it—but this time, for some reason, he was suddenly infected and his blood became hot.
Even if you can't compare, you still have to work hard, and no matter how big the difference in strength is, you have to persevere.
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