Rebirth of Basketball Boy

After a timeout, there is no doubt that the basketball is in the hands of Su Mo. He is now the brain of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, playing the role of commander no matter on the court or off the court.Moreover, after Yi Li left the field, he was the only one in the Nanjing No. 9 Middle School who could take the initiative to attack and find a chance to score.

Yan Lingfeng is still defending Su Mo.

Throughout the game, Yan Lingfeng was very successful in defending Su Mo in most cases, but Yan Lingfeng was still very dissatisfied, even though he was only passed by Su Mo once.That was the only time that caused Shui Yun Yizhong to fall into a passive state, and it was very likely to be an irreparable passive.

The intense atmosphere of the game has already infected the fans in the stadium. They held their breath and opened their eyes, looking forward to the last 15 seconds.

On Su Mo's forehead, fine beads of sweat flowed down like a waterfall.At this time, even those with a big heart will definitely feel nervous.Su Mo was sweating profusely, not so much tired, as nervous.

Yan Lingfeng was also very nervous, paradise on one side and hell on the other side. It was Su Mo's attack on the other side. The whole team would set foot in heaven, enjoying flowers and applause.But if you can't prevent Su Mo, then for them, they will fall into a life like hell.

Although it is not said that heroes are judged by success or failure, people are realistic. Most people like a team. They just like that the team can continue to win and bring them joy, especially like Shuiyun Yizhong, Nanjing A team like Ninth Middle School that has almost never lost is even more tolerant of failure.

Yan Lingfeng is known as the most promising point guard in China. He deeply knows that it is the audience who has pushed him to the top, and it is very likely that he will be ruthless in the first time he loses. Take off the ground and step under your feet.

Time passed, and the Jasper Knife and the parting hook were still facing each other at the top of the arc outside the three-point line.Su Mo's ball control rhythm is very good, and the frequency and height of each shot are almost the same, and Yan Lingfeng's heartbeat also unknowingly followed Su Mo's dribble.

"6, 5,..."

There are still 5 seconds to attack, and 5 seconds to the final kill. Su Mo finally launched an attack. He dribbled the ball out with his left hand, but twisted his upper body to the right. His body looked very uncoordinated and launched an attack.

Is it left?Or right?

Yan Lingfeng couldn't judge or guess, he could only rely on his feelings, and slowly stretched out his left hand, wrapped around the gauze swollen left hand.

He dribbled the ball and changed hands, Su Mo's body twisted like a snake, his feet slid, his body suddenly leaned forward, hungry like a tiger, and rushed towards the right side of Yan Lingfeng's body.

"Wow!"

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, Su Mo's body had already appeared behind Yan Lingfeng, his feet slammed on the ground, and Su Mo jumped up high.

Will this be a lore?

"Wow!"

There was another uproar, Su Mo's face suddenly became deadly ugly, because he had already made a shooting position between his hands, but the basketball had already disappeared.

Su Mo can't do magic, and it's impossible for basketball to fly away with wings?So where did the basketball go?

When he was in the air, Su Mo turned his head and looked back. He knew that the basketball would definitely be in Yan Lingfeng's hands at this time.

"Beep!" The whistle sounded, and Su Mo, whose feet had fallen back to the ground, was delighted. Could it be that there was no referee on his side throughout the game? At the last moment of the game, it was also the most critical moment. , Finally found out that he was ready to take care of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School?

Looking at the referee expectantly, the hope that had just emerged in Su Mo's eyes turned into despair.Because Wu Botao's gesture was not to punish Yan Lingfeng's thugs for a foul, but to tell the players on the field that the timeout had come again.

Each team has two time-out opportunities per quarter. This is the rule for this competition to enter the semi-finals. Xu Jianye used these two precious time-out opportunities at the last moment. This also shows his caution. And the seriousness of the game.

"There may be many spectators who did not notice how basketball fell into Yan Lingfeng's hands in the glimpse just now, so let's take a slow motion to see how Yan Lingfeng is playing. In the last moments of the game, the'Hand of God' was staged, which interrupted the basketball from Su Mo's hands and took the initiative of the game back to his own team." Liu Xingyu's face is no longer as happy as the first half. The eyebrows are raised, he likes all offensive teams, such as the Phoenix Suns of the NBA, the Jiangsu Nanganglong of the CBA, and the Nanjing No. 9 High School of the CHBA.It can be said that his support for Nanjing No. 9 Middle School is all-round, and it is inevitable that he will be biased during the explanation process, but after all, as a professional host, he is not shameless enough to reverse black and white.

The big screen at the scene also played back Yan Lingfeng's magical steals over and over again.Su Mo's excitement is wonderful, but Yan Lingfeng's deceptive hand is even more wonderful.Su Mo had already passed Yan Lingfeng clean, but Yan Lingfeng’s injured left hand, as if it had already been calculated, appeared on the only way to basketball, just a light shot. Just dissolve Su Mo's attack into the invisible.

2.3 seconds, only 2.3 seconds before the end of the game!

With a sigh, as if feeling a pity for Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, Liu Xingyu shook his head slightly and said: "There was once a chance to kill in front of Su Mo, but he didn't cherish it. I think he must regret it now. And. But it’s okay. Don’t be let down because of this. There are opportunities and time. I believe that whether it is Su Mo or the other team members of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, they will definitely make persistent efforts in the overtime game and continue to be efficient and tenacious. It’s a visual feast for our fans."

"Here again!" Su Wei was completely helpless in his heart. This Liu Xingyu was really endless. It was unbearable. Su Wei finally couldn't bear it anymore and stabbed Liu Xingyu. The regular time of the game is not over. It is hard to say whether it will play overtime."

Liu Xingyu "pushed" a smile, seemingly disapproving, "Teacher Su, I think you are not mistaken? What we broadcast is a pure amateur high school basketball game, not the NBA, in 2.3 seconds, in the NBA There may be a lot of lore, but in the CHBA, I believe that the two teams must now have begun to prepare for more cruel and fierce overtime."

Su Fu smiled non-committal and said nothing, but the contempt in his eyes couldn't hide.He didn't know how Liu Xingyu entered the CCTV building at this level, but he knew that after the game, countless "Liu Hei" would emerge in China.

The players of the two teams are back on the field. Will a miracle happen in 2.3 seconds?Or, as Liu Xingyu said, the two teams just walked through the field, mixed the time of more than 2 seconds, and put more energy into overtime?

Everything is unknown, just waiting for the players to give answers.

It was Xu Zhong who stood on the sideline to serve, because CHBA did not have the rules for the frontcourt to serve after a timeout within 2 minutes of the game. This is why Liu Xingyu didn’t think that Shuiyun would make a hit in such a short time. The reason for the lore.

Xu Zhong raised his eyes and glanced at the position of his teammates on the court, then lowered his head again and took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his arms and threw the basketball far toward the front court.

Seeking to move forward like a flying fire and meteor in the air, after rubbing against the air, a whistling wind will be produced.The orange basketball has turned into an orange flame.Almost at the same time, the players of the two teams ran wildly at the same time, but the one running in the front was the most eye-catching one, because his left hand was white.

At this moment, Yan Lingfeng used all the strength of his whole body unreservedly. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Shui Yun Yizhong had no chance to kill his opponent.But in Yan Lingfeng's view, as long as the game is not over, they will still have a chance, even if it is only a one-thousandth or one-tenth chance, it will definitely not be a reason for him to give up.

Immediately behind Yan Lingfeng, Su Mo’s legs were filled with lead weight. Like Yan Lingfeng and most of the players on the field, his physical stamina had already lit a red light, but there was no way. As long as the game is not over, it is impossible for him to stop running, especially when Yan Lingfeng is running, whether for himself or for the team, he has to grit his teeth and persist.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer. The basketball flying in the air does not consume game time. It also takes 2 seconds for the basketball to fly from the backcourt to the frontcourt.In 2 seconds, you can blink your eyes or run a distance of more than 20 meters.

Running madly at half-time, Yan Lingfeng left everyone behind him, near the free throw line, and before he could get the basketball, he was already using the forward force to spread his wings and soar.

The basketball had normal eyes and flew obediently into Yan Lingfeng's open hands. At this moment, the timer suddenly began to beat.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, Yan Lingfeng, who was completely overdrawn, fell heavily to the floor. Venus flew around and his limbs were weak. Yan Lingfeng struggled to sit up and twisted his neck to look at the basketball.

In the air, Yan Lingfeng lightly sent the basketball that changed its running direction, and flew into the basket slowly and firmly in the sound of inhaling cold air.

"Beep............!" The sharp bell rang, the sound of the end of the game.

"Swipe!" Bai Lang rolled in front of Yan Lingfeng's eyes. In fact, he didn't have to turn his head on purpose. He could tell by listening to the sound, this goal was scored!

79:77!

The difference of two points is the distance between heaven and hell.After four quarters of hard work, Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School finally made it into the finals with Yan Lingfeng's aerial relay shooting by two points, sending his opponent back to his hometown by two points.

"This is really a wonderful game, with a little regret!" Liu Xingyu sighed with a gloomy face, his eyes were not eyes, his nose was not his nose. The Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, which he had always supported, lost. For Liu Xingyu, the blow was no less than the Detroit Pistons defeated the Los Angeles Lakers in the Finals last year.

Su Fu has a calm face, because among these two teams, he doesn't have a special preference. As long as the game is wonderful and beautiful, as long as the players of the two teams exert their full strength, then this is a game worth seeing. game.