Rebirth of Basketball Boy

The person defending himself changed to Zhou Yu again, and Yan Lingfeng seemed to stick out his tongue helplessly, "Are you planning to carry out the wheel fight to the end?"

Zhou Yu's face was stern, and he clenched his fists into palms and put them on his chest calmly: "Don't look at the troubles now, be careful to pull lists in the future."

"Really?" Yan Lingfeng still shook his head nonchalantly, "Why should I be humiliated by knowing that I can't do it? If I were you, I must have gone as far as I can go now. You do not know how to live or die. It will only make people look at jokes."

"Is it a joke? You'll know soon!" Zhou Yu said these words from between his teeth, his hand bursting with veins, it was obvious that his emotions were close to the edge of an explosion.

Yan Lingfeng moved the ball from his left hand to his right hand very skillfully, blinking and saying: "Then we'll wait and see!"

Zhou Yu snorted coldly, showing a deep disdain, "I used to think you were a hero, but now it looks like you are nothing."

"Oh?" Yan Lingfeng looked curious, "how do you say?"

An inconspicuous gratification flashed across Zhou Yu's face, but it was just a flash, his face still looked very contemptuous, "An upright hero will never be like you by opportunism!"

"Oh? Really?" Yan Lingfeng smiled and nodded, "There are a thousand Hamlet in the eyes of a thousand people. In your eyes, such a person is a hero, but in my opinion, this is like a fool. It makes no difference, so I would rather not be the hero in your eyes. By the way, there is one more sentence I think it is necessary to tell you, I never expect my opponents to appreciate me, all I have to do is make them fear me, Deeply afraid!"

After saying this, Yan Lingfeng turned to his side, so he tried to squeeze Zhou Yu to the inside again.

Regarding Yan Lingfeng’s style of fighting for ten guilds, Zhou Yu has no room to display his skills, so he can only retreat while gritting his teeth and drawing circles in his heart, cursing Yan Lingfeng’s sneakers as fakes. Fake parallel imports, slipped and fell, and a dog ate shit.

But Yan Lingfeng’s "Penny" didn’t give Zhou Yu a face. Yan Lingfeng approached the basket once again, turned around again and hit the target with a small hook. Zhou Yu deliberately stepped forward to steal the ball, but Yan Lingfeng did. Using his own body to protect the ball strictly did not give Zhou Yu the opportunity to play his "stealing" skills.

With a helpless sigh, Zhou Yu furiously picked up the basketball and patted it, gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Wang Ba.

Wang Ba knew exactly what Zhou Yu's eyes meant. For this player whose authority was greater than himself, Wang Ba didn't dare to neglect, so he immediately gestured to the referee for a timeout.

The team leader handed over a towel and water. Zhou Yu took it and sat down without wiping his sweat or drinking water.Wang Ba pondered for a moment and slowly said: "Our current situation is very passive. To break this passive, based on the existing manpower, there is actually only one way..."

"Coach, no!" Zhou Yu knew very well that Wang Ba was going to replay the old tune again. Before he could finish speaking, he objected: "The referee must pay attention to this now. No one is born to sacrifice. We should all be together. Stepping into the finals, the coach is sorry, we can't do it."

"Oh!" Zhou Yu's opposition made Wang Ba very helpless, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders: "The opponent's outside line has at least three stable firepower points. The defense is definitely not good. Don't blame me for speaking badly, just your defensive ability. Even the joint defense may not be able to prevent the 11th."

"Coach, you must be able to do it!" Zhou Yu raised his head to look at Wang Ba, his eyes full of imploring expressions.

"There is no way." Wang Ba frowned and replied, "but you must be fully psychologically prepared."

"Coach, just say it, as long as we don't let us play black hands." Zhou Yu immediately stood up excitedly when he heard this, and asked Wang Ba with piercing eyes.

Wang Ba smiled bitterly, "There is only one word for mine, and that is to wait!"

"Wait?" Zhou Yu repeated puzzlingly, then looked at Wang Ba in confusion and waited for his explanation.

"Yes, wait!" Wang Ba nodded heavily. "As far as I know, Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School's backup point guard Bi Xiangyang is injured and cannot play the game, and their main point guard Zhao Senming has been fined. It’s off the court, so No. 11 has been a guest in this position. There is also the position of shooting guard and the level of the opponent’s bench. You have also seen it, so Shuiyun Yizhong is now like a deformed giant. Very powerful, but in fact they are walking on a limping leg. The inside line is indeed very strong, but their outside line has great hidden dangers. It can be said that the entire outside line of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School is supported by the 11th person. Now. I dare to say that he must be very tired now. I let you wait, that is, when he is overwhelmed and overdrawn. As long as he goes down, our opportunity will come. Without the opponent on the 11th, it is like no Like a tiger with teeth, it looks terrible but can no longer hurt people."

Zhou Yu nodded slowly, but the sorrow between his eyebrows still did not disappear. The opponent would not have missed this, but Yan Lingfeng was still so desperate. Does this mean that Yan Lingfeng is confident in his physical strength? , Can you be confident that you can stick to the entire game?

Zhou Yu didn't say his worries. The team's morale was sluggish. There was no need to say it to make everyone worry with him.

Under Wang Ba’s passive arrangement, throughout the third quarter, Weifang No. 1 Middle School was like an angry little wife, silently enduring the ravages of the domineering Yan Lingfeng. Zhou Yu, Huang Fenglie and Wang Zhao took turns to defend Yanling. Although wind had little effect, it greatly accelerated Yan Lingfeng's physical exertion.

The third quarter ended, the score was 72:62!

The lead of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School has reached double digits, but Xu Jianye didn't have much excitement on his face, because none of his players could walk with normal pace when they left the field. The physical exertion was serious, so Shuiyun Yizhong was seized by the opponent at the end of the third quarter. Two three-pointers from the outside line narrowed the gap of the score. You must know that the lead of Shuiyun Yizhong was close to that before. Scored 20 points.

Yan Lingfeng staggered a bit. Throughout the third quarter, he kept breaking through, constantly hitting the basket, and constantly sliding on defense. As Wang Ba expected, his physical condition was already When he reached a bottleneck, he could still rely on a breath of air to support him on the field, but he collapsed on the chair and passed out at the end of the field.

Fu Zijun was not easy either. His stamina was in the middle and lower reaches of the team. Leaning on the back of the chair and panting heavily, a soft voice of Hotaru Xiang came from his ear, "Drink some water and straighten up." I'll give you a massage..."

Fu Zijun slowly opened his eyes, straightened up and stared at Gong Jingjiao, who took the energy drink from her hand, and the drink with the lid unscrewed. Fu Zijun smiled, smiling very bitterly. He did not look at the girl in front of him. Slowly turned his head, handed the drink to Yan Lingfeng's mouth, and muttered, "Drink some water..."

"Yeah!" Yan Lingfeng replied feebly, took a sip with difficulty, and then dropped his head on the back of the chair again.

Fu Zijun turned his head and stared at Gong Jingjiao with an embarrassed expression: "You are now the team leader, do you work like this? You can't see Ling Feng's hard work on the court, you can't see him now. Huh?"

Fu Zijun’s words were a bit heavy, and it was easy to prevent Gong Jingjiao from coming to the stage. The instigator Yan Lingfeng sat up straight with a chair and pushed Fu Zijun: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Zijun snorted and waved impatiently, "What are you still doing here? Don't you know what a team leader should do at this time? Oh my goodness, coach, how did you agree to let her be the team leader in the first place? ?"

There were tears in Gong Jingjiao's eyes. She stared at Fu Zijun without speaking for a long while with her mouth closed. Then she ran towards the locker room with sobbing. Fu Zijun didn't welcome him as the team leader, so she simply Just quit.

"Well, what are you crazy about you? Zijun, I can tell you, if you don't want to provoke the anger, you'd better catch up quickly." Han Dengyun pouted his mouth and took out a few bottles of water from the bucket to distribute them to everyone.

"I'm going to go, it's something wrong!" Fu Zijun said angrily, raising his hand and taking a towel to cover his face.

"I just want to say one thing now, you guys are good!" Xu Jianye held a towel and wiped Gao Yang's sweat in disregard of his image, and his tone seemed to choke a little.

"I thought you were going to say that we belonged to donkeys, and I didn't know how to run without a few whips!" Yan Lingfeng's breath was very weak, but he still joked.

"You brat!" Xu Jianye smiled and asked Yan Lingfeng a little bit: "How about? Can you still play?"

"How many points did I score?" Yan Lingfeng asked with a smile, too.

"This, I really don't know." Xu Jianye shook his head and said: "I just made a joke with you, why are you taking it seriously?"

Yan Lingfeng curled his lips, "I don't want to be despised by the teachers and students of the school for unreasonable charges. To be serious, coach I think the opponent has not given up. They must have made a good plan to fight back in the fourth quarter."

"Yeah." Xu Jianye nodded solemnly, "This is not a trivial group stage. It is certainly not so easy for opponents to give up, so the more we are at this time, the more we can't be careless, and the more we must grit our teeth. In ten minutes, in ten minutes, we can walk into the championship with our heads up!"

"Huang Wenyi, Fu Zijun, you two rest for a while, Tian Baiwei and Han Dengyun go, Gao Yang, you change to a small forward to strengthen the defense of the outside line, Ling Feng, your defensive strength cannot be weakened, the offensive end can give the ball to Xu Zhong to share the pressure, don't go again Think about the hell 50 points, understand?"

Yan Lingfeng nodded seriously. Xu Jianye was right. If his opponent has made up his mind to fight in the fourth quarter, then his defense against Zhou Yu must not relax. He is the driving force for Weifang No. 1 Middle School's offensive. Restricted, then the threat of Weifang No. 1 Middle School's offensive is greatly reduced, which can also be clearly seen from the third quarter of the game.

"Come on, come on! The final is in the fourth quarter!"

In the rest area of ​​the other half, the coach and all the players of Weifang No. 1 Middle School have formed a circle, shouting in unison. From their voices, it is impossible to tell which side they are behind, and they are much behind. As much as 10 points, they look more like a leading party.