Rebirth of Basketball Boy

In the locker room of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, the players did not relax at all because of the lead in the first half, and each one was squeezed as if they were already behind by two or thirty points.

Yan Lingfeng leaned against the chair in front of the closet and closed his eyes slightly, with both hands on his legs, one hand opened and the other hand clenched. It seemed that he had not forgotten the intense competition when he was resting.As usual, Sun Feiying sat next to him. After he was sent off, he looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself; "I don't know what happened to Nanyang Model..."

As soon as Sun Feiying’s voice fell, Xu Jianye pushed the door in, with a complicated expression on his face. After pursing his mouth and looking around the players, he lightly clapped his hands to attract the players’ attention and slowly said: "Two news, one Good news, bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Really boring!" Sun Feiying rolled his eyes, obviously disapproving of Xu Jianye's pretending to be mysterious.Although under Yan Lingfeng's intervention, the mutiny between him and Han Dengyun and others failed in the arena, this does not mean that their tense relationship with Xu Jianye has been eased.They just suppressed this antagonistic emotion forcibly, and the more it accumulates, it might burst out completely at some point.

Xu Jianye sold it for a while, but didn't get any response from the team members, so he shook his head and sighed a little boringly, "I'd better tell the bad news first, or I'm afraid you can't bear the huge gap of sadness and joy."

"The bad news is that those who participated in the conflict in this game today are likely to be additionally suspended." Xu Jianye's gaze rested on Sun Feiying's face with a deep meaning, and a sneerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and continued. Said: "The good news is that on another venue, the first half of a game closely related to whether we can qualify has also ended. The halftime score is 39:31, and the lead is Chengdu Shude Middle School!"

"What?" Sun Feiying was taken aback and almost fell from her chair, couldn't believe it, looking at Xu Jianye in general and muttered: "How is this possible? It's impossible..."

Xu Jianye ignored him and continued self-consciously: "In other words, our chances of qualifying have improved a lot. Because as long as Shude Middle School can defeat Nanyang Model, and we maintain our lead and defeat Tsinghua High School . Then we will stand out from the'death group' and advance to the final four of the national competition!"

"Nonsense! You must be nonsense, right!" Sun Feiying recovered from the shock, stood up and pointed at Xu Jianye harshly and asked: "You must be making up nonsense to revenge us, right! It must be so! of……"

"It's true." Yan Lingfeng interrupted calmly, "Shude Middle School is indeed ahead of Nanyang Model."

"Huh?" Sun Feiying was taken aback for a while, turned around and looked at Yan Lingfeng and asked in frustration: "How did you know?"

Yan Lingfeng didn't explain, and directly handed the phone to Sun Feiying and said, "See it for yourself."

Sun Feiying took the mobile phone and took a look in front of him. His face immediately became extremely gloomy. Why did he react so much to the news brought by Xu Jianye?Because of this, he will once again sit on the bench and watch his teammates fight for the championship, just like the finals of the Shandong High School Basketball Competition.I was anxious, but I was also anxious. There was no use for energy. He had experienced this painful feeling once, and he really didn't want to experience it again.However, the development of things seemed to be moving in that direction methodically. How did this make Sun Feiying's heart not depressed?How not to be upset?

"Okay, let's not say much. Generally speaking, everyone's performance in the first half was good, especially the last stage of the second quarter. It made me very satisfied. Keep it going. We will definitely keep this up. One percent chance becomes one hundred percent!"

Xu Jianye patted his palms again, then turned and left the locker room.

Yan Lingfeng stood up with a smile, put his arm around Sun Feiying's shoulder and patted lightly, then whispered: "Don't worry, we still have two games to play."

"Hope!" Sun Feiying slowly nodded with a bitter face. Now that he regrets and feels annoyed, it won't help. I can only pray that the competition organizing committee will not send excessive sentences, even if it is suspended. Banned one game, so he still has a chance to appear in the finals.Of course, the premise is that Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School can be among the top four and can enter the finals.Otherwise, everything is empty talk.

"It's still not too early to be happy." A well-matched team will always have a cold-water player. In the Shuiyun No. 1 Basketball Team, this person is no one else but the "Basketball Prince" Wu Fengtao. He looks always They are all so sensible and so calm, frowning and slowly saying: "Shude Middle School only leads by 8 points. This score is very unsafe. After all, we have not played against Nanyang Models. Their strength is still Very strong, the possibility of a comeback in the second half is still very high."

The players who had been silent in the dream of qualifying, upon hearing Wu Fengtao's words, immediately returned from their dreams to reality.Yes!Wu Fengtao is right. Although I don’t know what caused the Nanyang Model to fall behind at halftime, I believe that they will not continue to be in the doldrums. If they wake up in the second half and win in one fell swoop, then the Shuiyun will win in one fell swoop. Even a 50-point victory over Tsinghua High School is not helpful.

"Angkor, I want to ask, why do you think Shude Middle School is not as capable as Nanyang Model?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled and looked at Wu Fengtao and asked, Wu Fengtao may be kind, but saying this at this time will definitely dampen the morale of teammates and the desire to win.

"Well, doesn't everyone say that?" Wu Fengtao was shocked, looking at Yan Lingfeng puzzledly and asked.

"Yes, on the strength ranking list, Shude Middle School is indeed a few places lower than Nanyang Model, but if that strength ranking is useful, what are we doing so hard to do? Just follow the ranking of the strength ranking directly. Is it all right?"

Wu Fengtao shook his head slightly, "I didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?" Yan Lingfeng asked persistently, "Could it be that Angkor, you are the same as everyone else, and others say that Shude Middle School is the underdog, so you think they will lose to Nanyang Model?"

Wu Fengtao knew that Yan Lingfeng was arguing, but couldn't think of words to refute him for a while, so she shook her head helplessly, not commenting on what Yan Lingfeng said.

"Yes, after the first game, the outside world generally believed that Shude Middle School was our group's "sending money", but have you ever thought about it. The reason why we can beat Shude Middle School by a big score is very important. One reason is that their core leader Bai Xiao was injured and left the field. Now Bai Xiao is back, as good as ever, and even more powerful Bai Xiao is back. I always think that Shude Middle School is not unpopular in defeating Tsinghua High School. They With this strength. Furthermore, if Shude Middle School can defeat Tsinghua High School, why not defeat Nanyang Model?"

Yan Lingfeng’s analysis sounds very reasonable, but in fact it is still a strong word. But at the moment, the players don’t have so much thought to analyze it word by word. They just feel that Yan Lingfeng is right, so A bright smile was put on his face again, and he nodded and said yes. In my heart, the desire to defeat Tsinghua High School was a little bit more.

Wu Fengtao came back to his senses at this moment, patted his forehead lightly and scolded himself for being confused. If the team wants to advance to the semi-finals, one of the most important prerequisites is that they must win the Tsinghua High School. At this time, he What needs to be done is not to pour cold water, but to pour hot soup, so that the teammates are warmed up, will it destroy the Tsinghua Affiliated Middle School in one go.

Looking at Yan Lingfeng gratefully, Wu Fengtao nodded gently and stopped speaking.

At the start of the second half, the players of the two teams returned to the court.

Compared with the starting lineup, both teams have changed a lot.On the side of Shuiyun First Middle School, the starters Sun Feiying and Gao Yang stayed in the locker room, and their replacements were Bi Xiangyang and Han Dengyun.The positions of Yang Chao and Huang Biao in Tsinghua High School were also replaced by Ding Feihang and Zhu Juntian.

Looking at the bright red and dazzling score on the curtain wall, Zhong Cheng slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, clenched his fists and closed his eyes and roared for the first time, cheering for himself, and in order to arouse greater motivation among his teammates.

Yan Lingfeng approached graciously with his hands behind his back. After Bi Xiangyang came on the field, he no longer had to control the ball to advance. When he switched to the scoring position, all he needed to do was to stand up when the team's offense was weak. , Use super individual singles ability to help the team open the situation.

"There is a piece of news, I think you must not know it." Yan Lingfeng smiled and said: "In another match, I am afraid Nanyang Model will lose."

"Shut up!" Zhong Cheng was taken aback, and a black cloud floated across his face. Obviously, he didn't know the news that Shude Middle School was leading at halftime.Wang Zhenguo is naturally not stupid. Of course, he will not reveal the news that will obviously affect the morale of the team. You must know that like Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, Tsinghua High School wants to qualify. While defeating the opponent, he has to wait for another. The result of a game.Contrary to Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, what they expect is that Nanyang Model will win.

"I know you don't believe it, or you don't want to believe it, but whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Yan Lingfeng shook his head and smiled, then walked away with his hands behind his back. He had buried the nail, regardless of the clock. What Cheng Xin thought, Yan Lingfeng believed that his words would definitely affect Zhong Cheng's performance on the court.

No matter how mature he is, what Zhong Cheng said is that he is just a child who is fifteen or sixteen years old but has not grown up. The mental state is immature, so it is certain that the news brought by Yan Lingfeng is true or false. Affected his psychological fluctuations, which in turn affected his desire to win on the court.

Under Ding Feihang's "protection" of the entire court, Bi Xiangyang dribbled the ball steadily to the frontcourt, and had no intention of breaking through with the ball. He found a pass and handed the ball to Wu Fengtao, who came up to the flanker.

Wu Fengtao’s performance in the first half was not very good. If the defensive end is barely a pass, then the offensive end can be described by the idiom "nothing is desirable", whether it is a personal breakthrough with the ball or anxious. Stop jumpers rarely hit the target.Fortunately, he made a few free throws to avoid making his statistics too ugly.

Wu Fengtao, who had made up his mind to be reborn in the second half of the game, did not intend to pass the ball again after receiving the ball. He looked at Zhu Juntian who was standing in front of him, and suddenly he slid under his feet, twisting his hips and raising his hips, leaning against his back. Zhu Juntian squeezed to the inside.