At this time, the large screen overhead shows the list of players from both sides:

Chinese team: PG: Ren Zhonglong (No. 9), SG: Yang Zifeng (No. 24), SF: Xu Ning (No. 20), PF: Yang Yujia (No. 1), C: Long Zhanjun (No. 7)

Team France: PG: Paulo De Colo (188cm) (no.9), SG, Jim Gajette (196cm) (no.12), SF, Rudy Glar (195cm) (no.20), PF, Boris The'o (201cm) (no.33), C, Anthony Tost (209cm) (no.21).

"Coach, do you want Zhanjun to be the starter this time, although he is very powerful, but his height is only 198 cm, can he block the opponent's 209 cm center?"

"Actually, the Warriors have one of the most solid positions compared to our other interior players, and he played very well against Australian center Bullock Anderson in the last game, and more importantly, the Warriors now have the ability to shoot from long range, so that we can pull the opposing center out, maybe there is an advantage. Cui Maixiang said.

"That's right, but why am I always a little worried? Ren Zhonglong said.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the arrangement, you just need to be in charge of what you have to do. Cui Maixiang said with a smile.

Ren Zhonglong nodded.

"Damn, that hateful Doctor Wang, he didn't even sign for me, so I was a spectator here. Yu Fei said at this time, only to see him, Liu Tiange and Zhang Zhixin all sitting behind the seats in the substitute area in civilian clothes.

"The hateful basketball organizing committee dared to ban Lao Tzu from playing. Liu Tiange thought unhappily in his heart.

"When will I be fine...... Zhang Zhixin also pondered in his heart.

"I'm really! That guy didn't do anything, he could wear a No. 15 jersey, and we, the regular rotation players, were sitting here in civilian clothes!" At this time, Yu Fei saw Wang Tuo, who was concentrating on the principle of the alarm clock, and the anger in his heart rose again.

"If you can't speak, don't talk nonsense, I'm a starter, you're a regular rotation. Liu Tiange said unhappily.

"Pretend to be Bo Liu, you think that I will die if I say it once!" Yu Fei said angrily.

"Toot!" the referee blew his whistle, reminding both starters that it was time to play.

"The Chinese team is now short of major generals, it is a good opportunity for us to advance, you must play step by step according to the tactics, you must not play a single ball, if it really can't work, just give the ball to the hands of Grar, it's quite clear!" said the head coach of the French team, Migel Cames, to their players.

"Yes, Coach!" shouted all the French players.

"Listen, this game is destined to be a difficult game, but this is not a reason for us to lose, no matter how many people we fall, as long as you are still standing on the court, you have to fight for me, do you hear!" Cui Maixiang glared at all the players of the Chinese men's basketball team.

"Yes!" shouted all the players of the Chinese men's basketball team.

"China will win!" Cui Maixiang shouted.

"China will win!" shouted all the players.

"Go!

Yang Zifeng, Yang Yujia, Xu Ning, Long Zhanjun and Ren Zhonglong walked towards the big stride.

"It's going to start soon, Maki!" said Miyoko Kyokawa, holding Maki Oda's hand.

"Miyoko, this is not our country's competition, why do you feel so nervous?" said Junko Akai as she looked at Miyoko Kyokawa.

"I'm nervous, look at Maki, she's nervous!" Miyoko Kyokawa said loudly, pointing at Maki Oda's face.

"I'm nervous, really!" said Maki Oda, glaring at Miyoko Kyokawa.

"Hehehe, how can you be nervous, anyway, it's not our country's competition. Zhongju Pingjian also said with a smile at this time.

"yes, nervous, it's not our game. But I guess the No. 24 of the Chinese team in this game must be very sad! Fujiwara Shuichi said at this time.

"Why?" asked Yuji Ono.

"That No. 24 is a defensive expert, and it is said that he has super defensive ability, and is known as the 'prison of aces', and the aces of many teams are locked in his hands!" said Shuichi Fujiwara.

"Well, in the last game, the ace player of Argentina who he guarded didn't have a temper at all, let's see if Yang Zifeng can pass him in this game. Zhongju Pingjian said.

"Great, Maki, that defensive expert didn't play against your lover!" Miyoko Kyokawa said with a smile and whispered to Maki Oda.

"But it's the ace of the French team who is opposite his lover, and it doesn't seem to be very easy to mess with. Junko Akai also smiled and whispered.

"You two can't keep your mouth shut, now you can both watch the game for me. Oda Maki glared at the two of them and said.

At this time, I saw the referee take the ball and walked to the middle of Long Zhanjun and French center Anthony Tost, only to see him signal left and right, and then threw the ball into the air!

"**TV!**TV Channel 5! Now the live broadcast for you is the match between the Chinese team and the French team in the World High School Men's Basketball Championship, and now the game has begun, and the French team has won the ball first!" In the studio, Su Jun said loudly to the camera.

"That's right, everyone hurry back to defense, this point guard of the French team is very fast!" Li Yuan said as he looked at the computer screen.

As soon as Li Yuan finished speaking, he saw the point guard of the French team, Paulo De Corlo, quickly entered the interior line under the cover of Boris Te'o, and his speed was very fast, almost instantaneously to the basket!

Seeing this, the dragon army hurriedly jumped over to help defend, and then saw Paul De Colo coming to the basket on the right side, he stared at the dragon army who came to help defend with his left hand, and then hooked the ball to the basket with one hand from the right side of his body through his body and the dragon army's body!

"I'll wipe it, a small hook on the side!" Ren Zhonglong said loudly.

"Whew!" the ball landed steadily in the basket. 2:0！

"Yes!" Paul De Colo shouted excitedly, and hurriedly retreated.

"Wow! (in French)" shouted the players in the French bench on the long side.

"At such a fast pace, it seems that it is not unreasonable to be able to score such a throw, and it seems that he is known as the successor of Tony Parker!" said Cui Maixiang as he looked at Paul De Colo on the field.

The Chinese team attacked, Ren Zhonglong dribbled the ball through the half, and then made a covering gesture.

"It seems that this point guard is going to pay one back!" said Katsuo Shibata with a smile as he looked at Ren Zhonglong on the court.

"Hehe, I don't know if he can do it. Zhongju Pingjian said.

(End of chapter)