Rebirth of Basketball Boy

Class 5 attacked.

The eighth squad, who gave up the zone defense, re-came man-to-man defense, especially Sun Feiying, whose eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, sticking to No. 2 Liu Jian, so that Liu Jian, who was good at shooting, had no chance to touch the ball. , No. 1 saw that there was no good pass opportunity, and squinted Zhao Senming.

Zhao Senming's complexion was watery. When No. 1's eyes were refocused on the basketball in his hand, he guessed that No. 1 was about to break through again. He lowered his figure, feet firmly on the ground, and stared at No. 1's shoulders calmly. He believes in his teammates. Now the other players in Class 5 definitely don't have a good shooting opportunity. Now the first one can do is to break through.

Even if he couldn't prevent his breakthrough, he still had to do his best to consume his physical strength and give Han Dengyun a better chance to block the block.No. 1 started to shoot the ball, his shoulders shook quickly, and he quickly started the right hand dribble to squeeze the ball hard with speed.Zhao Senming moved a half step to his left before he started. It was this half step that made the No. 1 at Zhao Senming's position return without success before the breakthrough.

Once failed, the second breakthrough came, still on the right side, Zhao Senming smiled, he was right, No. 1 did not change direction, he must think that he would move his body, then he would not let her do what she wanted.

The breakthrough route was blocked again, No. 1 was already a little anxious, and instead of retreating, he dribbled the ball with his right hand and pulled a distance to the right of his body. With his left foot on the ground, he made a violent force. Then, squeezing Zhao Senming's body into the three-point line, the old strength was not exhausted, the new force was reborn, he bit his teeth, took a big step, and completely left Zhao Senming behind.

Although he was cleaned up, Zhao Senming's expression did not waver at all. He turned and ran inside. Instead of chasing No. 1 who held the ball, he ran towards Han Dengyun and No. 3 under the basket.

Han Dengyun roared, twisting his huge buttocks, opened his hands and greeted No. 1.No. 1 had already rushed into the 3-second zone at this time. He hesitated and did not choose to push Han Dengyun hard, but decisively passed the ball from Han Dengyun sideways to No. 3 Gao Yang, who was in the empty position under the basket, and shouted at the same time. Said: "Gao Yang, vote! There is no time."

Gao Yang heard the shout of No. 1, and just about to catch the ball and choose to play under the basket, Zhao Senming had already rushed to him, arms straightened, his waist pressed tightly against Gao Yang, not letting him relax. Opportunity to take off.

Yan Lingfeng on the sidelines smiled and looked at Gao Yang, who was a little at a loss while holding the ball. He really guessed it. This No. 3 hasn't been in basketball for a long time. It's okay to rely on his super physical fitness to grab rebounds. Shooting is very short, so short that it is almost invisible.

No. 3 holds the ball in both hands, facing Zhao Senming’s defense, Zhao Senming’s card position is very clever, making him want to strengthen the shot is very laborious, when he wants to pass the ball, he remembered the words of No. 1, hesitating, the whistle sounded Up.

The referee in charge of the timing stared at the wrist watch and signaled that the attack had been violated for 24 seconds.

Gao Yang looked at the referee with an incomprehensible face while holding the ball. No. 1 came up with an iron face and said: "Return the ball to others, we have violated the offense!"

"I have violated the law. I stopped moving my feet and didn't use my elbows. Referee, are you wrong?" Gao Yang still hugged the basketball tightly and turned to protest to the referee.

At this time, the referee on the field ran over, another whistle blew, and a technical foul was given to Gao Yang.

Yan Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh. This No. 3 is really a basketball beginner. He doesn't even know the minimum offensive time. Thinking about his class in the first half, it was almost because of such a busy person. Now it is really funny. .

"Damn, why are you so 2? Hurry up and return the ball to someone else." Wang Qun walked over and grabbed the basketball from Gao Yang without mercy, and handed it to the referee: "Sorry, teacher, he doesn't understand the rules. "

The physical education teacher who was the guest referee nodded, indicating that the ball is now served by Class 8.

Fu Zijun steadily sent the technical foul free throw into the basket, 41-42, and the eighth team was chasing all the way and finally pulled the point difference to 1 point.

"The overtake is now! My brother's eyes widened!" Zhao Senming shouted while dribbling the ball.

No. 2 rubbed his nose and whispered: "Brother hasn't gotten up yet, you can't stand it anymore. What are the four heavenly kings? If it wasn't for my dad who was the principal in junior high school to block me, what else do you have?"

Sun Feiying, who was standing next to him, heard Liu Jian's muttering, and knew what he was talking about without thinking about it. He snorted disdainfully, trot two steps, crossed the pass on the left three-point line, and held the ball on his hip. Down, his stature was depressed, and he said to Liu Jian, who jumped forward to defend, "Aren't you very accurate in three-pointers? Now I tell you what is meant by Tianwaiyoutian!"

Liu Jian didn't say anything. The fuck told him that this number 8 trash talk must be sharp, and it's best to ignore it.Before he finished his words, Sun Feiying's figure suddenly pulled up. Liu Jian was taken aback. Sun Feiying's feet were indeed off the ground. What did he want to do?Pass?But didn't he know that jumping and passing the ball is a taboo on the basketball court?

With Liu Jian's stunned effort, Sun Feiying has adjusted his hand shape and gently pushed out the basketball in his hand. The basketball flew toward the basket with a beautiful arc.

Liu Jian turned around, looking at the trajectory of the basketball running in shock, not passing the ball, is this guy shooting?This is a step beyond the three-point line to face your own defense and shoot directly!Impossible to enter!I will definitely not enter!Liu Jian fixed his eyes on the basketball, praying, he didn't believe that Sun Feiying would have such a long range.

"brush!"

The crisp sound of basketball passing through the net gave Liu Jiansha a feeling of weakness. If the seemingly arrogant No. 8 on the opposite side really has such a strong strength, today's game may be really bad for his class.

44 to 42.

Up to now, the eighteenth class of high school has led the opponent for the first time. Sun Feiying raised his right hand to shoot the ball and roared to the sky. After the shot was taken, although he had a strong feeling that he would score, it was not until the basketball passed through the net. At that moment, his tense nerves completely relaxed.

He is betting that if the goal is scored, the morale of the eighth class will rise to an unprecedented level, but if the goal is not scored, the eighth class's momentum of chasing points may also come to an abrupt end. Fortunately, he won. There may be twists and turns in this game, but there will be no suspense in his mind.

Yan Lingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Sun Feiying is really bold. In this case, choosing this method of shooting is undoubtedly a suicidal gamble, but at the same time, this ball will bring devastation to the confidence of everyone in Class 5. Blow.

Sure enough, the faces of the five people wearing blue team uniforms all turned gloomy. The opponents who led most of the game were overtaken in this way. Do they still have the confidence to get the score back?

After all, this is just a pure amateur basketball game for high school students. The students' aspirations are far from being as firm as professional players. In the first half, the five players who played with the courage of blood in the first half completely lost their confidence after being overtaken by the score. In the next game, the eighth class ended the game with a score of 18 to 2, and the final score was fixed at 64 to 46. The eighteenth class became the only freshman class to make it into the quarterfinals.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, Han Dengyun slapped Gao Yang, who was a head shorter than him, and said, "After playing for so many years, you are the only one who has grabbed so many rebounds above my head. Practice more basic skills and strive to defeat us next year!"

Gao Yang saw his teammate walk away lonely, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I will!"

Yan Lingfeng let out a long sigh of relief, and his injured left hand should be healed after another three or five days of training. As long as tomorrow's game can be sure of the second and third class, he will be able to catch up with the last two games.

Sun Feiying came over and hugged his shoulders and smiled: "How? We are not ashamed, are we?"

Yan Lingfeng pushed away Sun Feiyan's wet body, and stepped back and cursed: "If God hadn't taken care of it, you had scored that three-pointer. It would be hard to say if you didn't score in this game."

Sun Feiying was very proud of the ultra-long three-pointer that she made, and said with joy, "How can I be called a superstar! Do you think the head of the four heavenly kings is playing with you?"

"Okay, go back and take a bath and rest. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow!" Yan Lingfeng said without a cold.

"Student Sun Feiying, in view of your outstanding performance today, this is a reward from this girl" Tian Hui said, holding a bottle of Gatorade and a towel to Sun Feiying.

Sun Feiying took it hurriedly, unscrewed the cap of the cow drink, and ate up half of the bottle in one bite. When the bottle was put down to express his gratitude, Tian Hui's figure was already floating away.

"Hey, don't be in a daze. No one can see." Yan Lingfeng said, patted his shoulder.

Sun Feiying is bold and domineering, Tian Hui is domineering and bold, it must be fun for the two to get together.Yan Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh when thinking of this.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny? There is a girl watching me play on the sidelines, holding a towel and water prepared for me. I have been looking forward to this scene for many years. I can't imagine that today has become a reality. I'm so excited! Hey, Tian Hui, wait for me!" Sun Feiying shouted and chased after her.

Yan Lingfeng unhurriedly followed behind. Such a scene used to be a reality for him, but now it has become a distant memory.

Dormitory building of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School.418 dormitory.

As soon as he walked into the dormitory door, Wang Qun angrily threw his sweat-soaked jersey No. 36 to the ground, and said to No. 1 Song Wei who was following behind him: “It’s so depressing to lose in this game, I don’t understand. Why didn’t the head teacher let Liu Jian start? If it weren’t for that waste, we would have won the game in the first half."

Song Wei took out the washbasin from under the bed and sneered: "Isn't it because you are good at studying? Okay, if you lose, you lose. What use is it now?"

Wang Qun glared at Song Wei and shouted, "Of course you are nothing. Today, you made a big show, broke through and assisted. It must be fine to join the school team! Don't fucking talk in front of me!"

The hot-tempered Song Wei directly threw the washbasin on the ground and pointed to Wang Qun and shouted: "Damn! What's wrong with me less passing the ball today? Who can you rely on if you can't make it? Damn, you're not that. Lumpy still blames others, no wonder the eighth class fixes you!"

"What are you talking about? Tell me again if you have the guts!" This sentence touched Wang Qun's sore spot, he jumped up from the bed and shouted.

"Don't be bluffing with me, or because you were beaten, the head teacher wants to comfort you, do you think you can make the first shot with your few pounds? A joke." Song Wei dismissed.

"What are you arguing about? Isn't it just a loss? What's the big deal? Don't hurt our brother's peace." Liu Jian heard the noise of the two and walked over from the dormitory next door to persuade.

Song Wei sneered and said, "Who is a brother with him? Look at how united the people in Class 8 are, and then look at us. You were beaten by one three-pointer. Liu Jian, you were stared to death by that number 8. But think about it, people made it clear to make him embarrassed, let him shoot, and they kept asking me for the ball to hit the iron. It's really rare for a high school student to reach this level!"

Wang Qun's complexion turned black, gritted his teeth without speaking, and he was fighting all over.

Song Wei snorted coldly, picked up the washbasin and went to take a shower. Liu Jian hesitated for a while, looked at Wang Qun, and walked out of the 418 dormitory shaking his head.

Zhao Senming returned to the 501 dormitory with great difficulty, and immediately fell on his bed, muttering: "The speed of No. 1 is too fast, but I am exhausted today."

Han Dengyun rubbed his waist and complained: "What are you talking about! The body of No. 3 is almost iron-struck, and there is no hard part on the whole body. Now I feel that no bones in my body are intact." After speaking, Han Dengyun Seeing the leisurely and contented Fu Zijun, he immediately stopped being angry, "Zijun, you are too masculine, you can count with your fingers, how many baskets did you make Wang Qun make today?"

Fu Zijun shrugged helplessly, feeling powerless against the stupid man.

"How many do you think he has?" Yan Lingfeng has a good heart. He thinks it is necessary to bring Han Dengyun's IQ from 3 to 4 years old.

Han Dengyun shook his head and thought for a while and replied: "There are not many, I made three or four in the first half... In the second half, it was either three non-sticks or iron strikes?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled and said: "This is not the end, Zijun is a joke, don't you feel that Wang Qun repeatedly fails to make shots like a clown on the court?"

Han Dengyun thought for a while, laughed out loud, and nodded repeatedly.

"Why is this game so tired today? I couldn't imagine it before." Zhao Senming thought.

Yan Lingfeng, who was reborn from a rebirth, can easily answer this question: "The four of you are the core players of your previous teams. Not to mention Deng Yun, Zijun is not used to giving you pick-and-rolls. When attacking, we There is a general lack of support consciousness. Except for Qingyun, everyone is basically waiting to catch the ball. We also lack blue-collar players like the opponent's No. 3. It is not surprising that the game is played like this."

Fu Zijun shrugged and said: "Then wait for you to come back. I feel that you can fit this important task."

"Fuck you!" Yan Lingfeng cursed with a smile.

[Thank you for casting a red vote to Chang'an Da, this is the greatest encouragement!The collection should be more violent!