Rebirth of Basketball Boy

Coach Meng of Yantai No. 2 Middle School quickly requested a timeout from the referee. Although the timeout opportunity in each quarter is precious, Coach Meng no longer cares so much. He knew very well that if he couldn't boost the morale of the players in time. , Then Zheng Zhenhui is not the only one. After this dunk, the Yantai Second Middle School team is likely to be defeated by a thousand miles.

The narrator Xiao Cui motioned to the director to replay Yan Lingfeng's dunk over and over again.Presumably, the audience watching the game in front of the TV also had this appeal. Originally, the TV station had hesitated when broadcasting the game, for fear that the ratings would be too dismal.However, after Yan Lingfeng's dunk, Xiao Cui is convinced that their channel will create a ratings myth today. Of course, there is a prerequisite for Yan Lingfeng to continue to play such a hot game.

"What is it? Isn't it just dunking? It seems that no one has seen a dunk!" Sun Jie in the box pouted and said with disdain.

"To be honest." Cheng Zhiming said, turning his head and looking at Sun Jie with a weird look. Just now, he was cheering wildly like the audience, completely forgetting his identity as the captain of the Shandong Men's Basketball Team.

"To be honest, this dunk is really not worthy of your joy. Although there are very few people with outstanding physical fitness in China, it is not uncommon. In my opinion, the reason why Lao Cheng cheered is because of his previous six consecutive changes. Right?"

Lu Xiaoming said indifferently that compared to Cheng Zhiming and Sun Jie, he appeared to be a lot more sensible. As the saying goes, "the outsider sees the excitement, the insider sees the doorway." As the best point guard in China, Lu Xiaoming's attention The point is of course different from most viewers.

"Yes!" Cheng Zhiming nodded in excitement with a complacency: "Xiao Ming is right. It is not difficult to change directions six times in a row, but it is difficult to have a speed like him, and what is even more valuable is that After he completed the change of direction, his balance and speed did not seem to be affected at all. This is definitely a piece of uncut jade, I will call Gong Ge now!"

Cheng Zhiming’s "Gong Ge" is the current head coach of Shandong Men’s Basketball Team, Gong Xiaobin, known as the "Happy King". He chose to hang up his boots after the end of this season, and then took the hands of old coach Ye Peng. Take over the pointer to lead the Shandong men's basketball team.

"Old Cheng, wait a minute!" Lu Xiaoming stretched out his hand to stop him: "Let's take a look."

"Huh?" Cheng Zhiming turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoming in confusion, and asked puzzledly: "What are you waiting for?"

Lu Xiaoming sighed slightly and said, "Don't you think he looks like a person?"

"Oh?" Cheng Zhiming became even more puzzled. Seeing Lu Xiaoming scratching his head, he suddenly understood, "You mean, he is very similar to you?"

Lv Xiaoming smiled bitterly and nodded, "Mr. Ye and Brother Gong don't like me. Do you think they will like this kid?"

"It's different." Cheng Zhiming groaned: "I asked Gong Ge, I heard that your height is too bad, and you have shot the ball, so..."

"So I have been on the bench for the Shandong team for several years." Lu Xiaoming continued with a mocking tone: "A point guard who can't shoot three pointers will never be able to play the ball in the Shandong team, even if you insist on putting this Bring the child back to the team, but how do you know that this will not delay him?"

Cheng Zhiming stubbornly shook his head and said: "He is still small now, he will definitely grow longer, and how do you know his shooting is not good?"

"So I just asked you to wait until the game is over!" Lu Xiaoming and Cheng Zhiming are actually the same, both like Yan Lingfeng very much, but because of this, he doesn't want Yan Lingfeng. Go your own way.If it wasn't an accidental opportunity that he moved to the Xinjiang team, I am afraid he would have spent his entire career on the bench.

Lu Xiaoming's words made sense, so Cheng Zhiming didn't insist anymore, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned his attention to the arena.

"Zheng Zhenhui, did your mother die or did your dad have a car accident?" Coach Meng asked unceremoniously as he watched the players sitting on the bench with their heads down and drooping.

Zheng Zhenhui suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot two fierce lights, staring straight at Coach Meng without saying a word, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was about to violently hurt people at any time.

Coach Meng looked at Zheng Zhenhui without evasiveness, and sneered: "Why don't you answer my question? What are you looking at? Don't think his grandmother doesn't know what you are thinking, let me tell you! What's so great? When I was young, I could still play 360-degree drawbar dunks, but now I am not reduced to the point of coaching you bastards? I tell you, the best thing on the basketball court is not being able to fly. Jump, the best part is here!"

Coach Meng pointed to his temples and then to his heart, "And here! Carter can fly and buckle, right? But now it’s not the same to give Kidd a hand? Why? It’s because Kidd has a smart The brain, there is a strong heart! What is a dunk? Shit! No matter how high you fly, no matter how good you dunk, 50 points? That was in the dunk contest! Tell me, what points should be scored?"

"2 points!" Zheng Zhenhui replied in a sullen voice. Although he immediately cursed his parents' intentions with the coach, this does not mean that he can forgive this shit-like coach.

"Yes! 2 points! Looking at the score card, we are only behind by 2 points now, but why do I see you all as if you are dead, your father and your mother are already behind by 200 points? Tell me, how many points are we behind?"

"2 minutes!!!"

This is the roar of all the players in unison. Coach Meng's attack range is a little too wide. Just now Zheng Zhenhui was only angry. Now the whole team is angry.If it weren't for Coach Meng's long-standing prestige in their hearts, mutiny would be possible.

"That's right! 2 points! We are only 2 points behind! One jumper, one layup, or two free throws to tie the two points! One three-pointer can overtake two points!" Coach Meng Zhang Yawu said: "Do you have a fire in your heart? Are you unwilling? If the eggs below you are still there, go and kick them in the ass for Lao Tzu! What is the ability to get angry with yourself?"

Zheng Zhenhui stood up suddenly, without even looking at Coach Meng, stepped onto the court.Behind him, Wang Feilong and An Bingxue also followed without a word.Gao Pengcheng stood up for the last time and walked to Coach Meng and asked in a low voice, "Can the coach who scolded his mother be his own?"

"Fuck you!" Coach Meng kicked him with a smile. It is very important to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Although Coach Meng is not a serious academic background, he does a good job in mobilizing the players' emotions.

The timeout ended, and the players of the two teams returned to the court.Although the game has just begun, the players on both sides have already red eyes. It is conceivable that the next game will be even more exciting.

Wang Feilong trot all the way and drove the ball through half the court, but this time he didn't charge into the battle like the previous two times. After two rounds at the top of the arc, he suddenly stretched out his left five fingers.

Five fingers is not the fifth singles tactic, but the fifth tactic of Yantai Second Middle School.Yantai No. 2 Middle School has never been a team that wins on the inside. Their two insides, Warwick and Zheng Zhenhui, are typical blue-collar engineers, and their role on the court is rarely linked to offense.

After Zheng Zhenhui and Warwick saw Wang Feilong’s gesture, they raised one step at the same time, put their hands together and stood in front of them. An Bingxue and Gao Pengcheng started quickly, and worked tirelessly around the two along the bottom line. The covering teammates ran back and forth.

Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying, who were in charge of guarding them, are miserable. This kind of movement tests the mental concentration of the defender, and it is easy to lose the defensive target if they relax slightly.

Obviously, this tactic has been practiced in Yantai No. 2 Middle School. The coordination between the four people seems to be very tacit. The single-block and double-block screens are very skillful, especially An Bingxue's running position is more flexible. After blocking for a moment, he ran beyond the three-point line at a 45-degree angle on the left.

When the ball arrived, Wang Feilong ran very fast, and the speed of passing the ball was not slow. Almost as soon as An Bingxue opened his hands, the basketball hit his palm.Without any adjustment, An Bingxue shot the ball.

In this year's NBA Finals, "Mask Man" Hamilton relied on this trick to disrupt the Lakers' defense.As the NBA's first defensive team elected this year, Kobe Bryant's personal defense is not bad, but under Hamilton's continuous running, his defense is full of loopholes.Sun Feiying's defensive ability was average, and after two rounds of gritted teeth, An Bingxue found an opportunity to shoot.

With a crisp sound of "brushing", the basketball passed through the net with a high-speed spin. As Coach Meng said, they can achieve a go-ahead with a three-pointer.An Bingxue excitedly kissed her right index finger, then turned and ran to the backcourt.

Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying looked at each other. The opponent's attacking method caused them a headache. They knew very well that An Bingxue's ball could never be blinded.It is conceivable that if his hand has remained hot, today's game will be difficult to play.

"This stinky girl! I haven't seen it in a few months, and it seems to be better than before!" Han Dengyun whispered, curling his lips, no one in Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, including the coach, is more familiar with An Bingxue than him. His heart is really like As cold as ice and snow, this is definitely a trembling killer.

"Acknowledge?" Yan Lingfeng frowned and asked.

"Yes!" Han Dengyun nodded, and replied as he walked to the front court: "He is an alumnus of my junior high school. He is very accurate in three-pointers. He almost killed you in the finals. Don't you have any impression? I know. Now, it must be that Brother’s light is too dazzling, so you didn’t notice him."

Of course Yan Lingfeng had no impression. For him, the junior high school basketball game was already a decade ago, and many people and things have become very blurred.

While they were talking, the two had already reached the frontcourt. After Han Dengyun glared at An Bingxue again, he squeezed into the inside.In fact, he told Yan Lingfeng a little lie just now. It wasn't that his light was too dazzling, but that the coach of their team believed in "getting insiders to win the world", so the arrangement for An Bingxue was not to destroy the city. Task, but let him feed Han Dengyun the ball non-stop.

But Kaneko will always shine. As a point guard, An Bingxue was unknown in junior high school.After he entered Yantai No. 2 Middle School, Coach Meng quickly discovered his shining points and asked him to switch to shooting guard. As a result, there is no mediocre point guard in the world and an extra shooting guard who can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps.

An Bingxue hit 50% of his three-pointers in the district basketball game.He and Gao Pengcheng, one on the left and one on the right, joined forces with two guns to pass the test, and sent Yantai No. 2 Middle School to the Yantai Basketball Competition all the way.

Wang Feilong doesn't seem to feel tired. Zhao Senming has difficulty dribbling the ball under his close defense, let alone organizing the team's offense calmly.Fortunately, Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School’s offensive point was not the only one. Yan Lingfeng came forward and almost snatched the ball from Zhao Senming. Faced with Gao Pengcheng’s defense again, Yan Lingfeng did not choose to break through. , But after two flicks, he passed the ball steadily to Han Dengyun, who had already stood on the inside line.

Han Dengyun leaned on Zheng Zhenhui with his back, and whispered as he bounced the ball, "This ball won't really be enchanted? Why is it so awkward to transport it?"

Zheng Zhenhui concealed his left hand on Han Dengyun's waist, twisted his footsteps and walked out from behind Han Dengyun, and stretched out his right hand to intercept the ball.