Ai Ji hit both free throws, 1o7-98, and the difference came to 9 points again!

Changming Middle School began to attack, Yang Zifeng balled, I saw him give the ball to Yu Fei's hand, Yu Fei took the ball through the half, this time Yu Fei stopped at 45 degrees on the right side of the three-point line.

"This time you must score, otherwise it will be trouble!" Yu Fei thought to himself.

"Hey...... Such as!" Cui Maixiang asked Ji Jinru in a low voice in the stands, "Didn't you say that you had a wall ladder, where is the wall ladder?"

"Don't worry, Mai Xiang, it's not time yet, this can be regarded as another test for Changming. Ji Zhenru said with a smile.

"It's all this time, you are still testing, if Changming loses, don't you expect it for a long time in vain!" Cui Maixiang glared at him and said.

"If they can't even pass this test, they won't be qualified to challenge us. Ji Zhenru said.

"You really have a reason for what you say!" Cui Maixiang said speechlessly.

Yu Fei gave the ball to Yang Zifeng again, and Yang Zifeng stood 7o degrees on the right side of the three-point line with the ball and looked at Guan Feixu.

Guan Feixu was carelessly guarding Yang Zifeng, and he looked a little preoccupied.

"Do you really like this way of winning?" Yang Zifeng put the ball on his waist and bent down to ask him.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs, you just need to know that you are about to lose!" Guan Feixu said indifferently.

"Seriously, do you use any means in order to win?" Yang Zifeng said.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Guan Feixu said.

"Okay, since that's the ......case," Yang Zifeng finished speaking, and suddenly disappeared in front of Guan Feixu.

"Your trick is useless to me at all!" Guan Feixu sneered, he judged that Yang Zifeng's action this time should be from the left side to move inward, he moved to the left quickly, but when he stopped, he was surprised, because the person standing in front of him had already been replaced by Liu Tiange!

The ball was in Liu Tiange's hands, and Yang Zifeng at this time had already run to the top of the three-point line without the ball.

", how did you do this? When Senior Brother Xiao Feng used the Shapeshifting Phantom, he actually let Liu Tiange take his place?" Tian Longhe shouted in surprise.

"Just now, Liu Tiange was standing at the top of the three-point line, and Senior Brother Xiaofeng was standing at a position of about 7o degrees on the right side of the three-point line, the two of them were very close, and it was not impossible to change positions. Meng Xiong said.

"That said, but it would take both of them to be able to do this. "Tianlong River Road.

"Liu Tiange's kid will too, but he won't be refined by Senior Brother Xiaofeng!" Meng Xiong said.

"That's right! Big Bear, when you say that, I think of it, the guy surnamed Liu is very good at imitating, although he often can't imitate the essence, but the appearance is very good at imitating. Tian Longhe patted his head and said.

At this time, the defender of Yang Zifeng was replaced by Tong Tulin.

"Hey, boy, pass the ball back!" Yang Zifeng stretched out his hand and shouted at Liu Tiange.

"I'm sorry, your ball pass this time is too good, I won't pass it back!" Liu Tiange said with a sneer.

"What!" Yang Zifeng looked at Liu Tiange speechlessly.

"Hey, pretend to be Liu, when is this, you are still so messy, hurry up and pick the ball!" Yu Fei couldn't help but shout at Liu Tiange.

"Liu Tiange, don't be willful at this time, give Zifeng quickly!" Yang Yujia couldn't help but say.

"I don't need you to order me!" Liu Tiange said sharply.

"Alas, at this time, it's time to do things again...... Yonzi said sadly, she felt that she might be 1o years older after directing this game.

"To be honest, I really look down on you now......" Liu Tiange looked at Guan Feixu and said.

"Don't talk nonsense! I look down on you even more! You, a low-ranking point guard, shouldn't have scored more than 1o points in this game......" Guan Feixu looked at him with disdain and said.

"Scoring is something that I can take whenever I want. Liu Tiange said in an arrogant tone.

"Hahaha, what a joke, the profession of comedy star is more suitable for you!" Guan Feixu said sarcastically.

"You won't be able to laugh right away......" Liu Tiange said in a deep voice.

Guan Feixu didn't speak again, just looked at him silently.

Liu Tiange started, I saw him with the ball in his right hand to Guan Feixu's left side and rushed over, Guan Feixu quickly moved to the left, at this time, Liu Tiange suddenly gave the ball from behind to his left hand, and then rushed to Guan Feixu's right side, Guan Feixu took a step directly to the right, blocking Liu Tiange's way, and then Liu Tiange gave the ball from the crotch to his right hand, and moved to Guan Feixu's left again, Guan Feixu's left foot easily took a step to the left, he thought that this time he could block Liu Tiange's way again, but to his surprise, a scene appeared!

"I'm sorry, I'm here!" came Liu Tiange's voice to his right.

"What! you guy......" Guan Feixu looked at Liu Tiange standing on his right in surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes, but the No. 3 player in front of him was indeed using his own stunt!

The ball was thrown by Liu Tiange like this, and with a sound of "swish!", it fell into the basket steadily!1oo-1o7!

"Oh my God, what was born!"

"How did that No. 3 become so powerful!"

"Who's that Number 3?"

"The powerful No. 3 actually broke through Guan Feixu's defense!"

……

The spectators in the stands were all talking, and some people took out their mobile phones and began to search for information about Liu Tiange.

"Changming's second scorer Liu Tiange is also starting to be powerful now, and I don't know if I can help Changming Middle School catch up with the score!" Zhang Weimin said.

"That No. 3 also has endless potential, and if it is opened well, its ability may not be inferior to Yang Zifeng. Wei Ping said.

"it, it seems that the offense of Pretending to be Bo Liu has also awakened, and to be honest, I am very scared of our own team right now!" Huang Pingli said.

"Yes, fortunately, we are teammates...... Liu Hao also sighed.

"I can't even imagine how to match up with Liu in training. Yan Yong said.

"This game has made everyone grow up very quickly, as long as we cross the hurdle of Qingyuan, our combat effectiveness will definitely be qualitatively improved!" said the senior one center.

"Don't tell me, this ball just now is also the function of the iQue ball!" Cui Maixiang looked at Liu Tiange on the field and whispered to Ji Zhenru.

"Of course, it's the role of the iQue Ball. Ji Zhenru said with a smile, "As long as Yang Zifeng is on the field, this effect will always exist." ”

"Defend! Defend! Defend!"

The whole audience shouted these two words!

"Damn, I didn't care about these cheers and hated us before, but why does it sound so annoying today?" thought to Ai Ji uneasily.

"Yes, I also find these shouts very annoying!" Qin Long said.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's start attacking!" Zhang Lintie said.

Qingyuan High School attacked, Ai Ji took the ball across the half court and stopped at 6o degrees on the left side of the three-point line to organize the offense.

"This time, what means does Qingyuan High School use to attack, this goal is very crucial!" Zhang Weimin said.

"Don't even guess, you must be running to the basket!" Wei Ping said.

"Huh, is it?" said Zhang Weimin.

"This time, I agree with Lao Wei's statement, it's definitely to run to the basket!" Li Qicheng also said.

As soon as a few of them finished speaking, Ai Ji took the ball and hit the inside line again, Yu Fei didn't dare to have physical contact with him again, so he could only watch Ai Ji pass himself!

Ai Ji rushed to the inside line with the ball, and Yang Zifeng hurriedly helped to defend it!

Looking at Yang Zifeng who came over to help defend him, Ai Ji couldn't help but be happy!

"It's you who are waiting, Yang Zifeng, I'll let you see my means now!" Ai Ji thought of this, and rushed directly to Yang Zifeng with the ball, Yang Zifeng stood still and waited for him to come over, I have to say that Ai Ji is extremely talented in this regard, and the scale of grasp is very in place, just the moment his body and Yang Zifeng's body lightly touched the ground, he heard him scream, turned over, fell directly to the ground, and the ball rolled out of bounds.

At this time, the two deputy referees, Zhu Chaoxin and Shi Mi, blew the whistle at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Zhu Chaoxin shouting: "Qingyuan No. 29, technical foul! Changming Middle School, two penalties and one throw!"

"Yay!" Hearing this punishment, Yu Fei, Yang Yujia, and Mi Zihui and Liu Hao, who were on the verge of collapse in their hearts, all jumped up excitedly and yelled!

"What the hell is going on?"

The players and coaches of Qingyuan High School were all stunned!

"I'll go!What's going on Chaoxin? This ball is obviously Changming's No. 8 foul!" Shi Mi walked up to Zhu Chaoxin and said.

"Shi Mi, I don't care what you have to do with Qingyuan, but if you blow it again now, I will report you to the Referees Federation!" Zhu Chaoxin glared at Shi Mi and said.

"I'm fair and just blowing the punishment game, are you afraid that you won't be able to report it!" Shi Mi said with a righteous look.

"Hmph...... Shi Mi, I heard that the wine in the 13o2 private room of the Golden Crown Hotel is good, how about we go to have a meal and talk about it when we have time?" Zhu Chaoxin said with a smile.

"You...... What are you talking about?" Shi Mi looked at Zhu Chaoxin in surprise and said.

"I think you should have heard it very clearly, Shi Mi, sometimes don't pretend to be smart, and more importantly, think about what your original intention was for doing this profession!" Zhu Chaoxin said.

Shi Mi didn't speak again, but looked to the side.

Yang Zifeng walked to the free throw line, and the whole court was quiet, as if no one wanted to disturb Yang Zifeng's free throws.

Zhu Chaoxin gave the ball to Yang Zifeng's hand, Yang Zifeng slapped the ball on the floor twice, and then threw it, and the first ball fell into the basket steadily!

"Yay......!" cheered from the audience.

Yang Zifeng began to make the second free throw, and the cheers stopped.

"Is that referee the ladder you prepared to cross the wall?" Cui Maixiang looked at Ji Zhenru with a smile.

Ji Zhenru nodded.

"How did you know that referee?" asked Cui Maixiang curiously.

"He is a member of the second batch of Song Lane of the Hanfu Society. Ji Zhenru said with a smile.

"What's the matter, he's also from the Hanfu Society?" Cui Maixiang looked at Zhu Chaoxin on the field in surprise, "Why haven't I heard of him?"

"You haven't been to the Hanfu Club for half a year, and as one of the first members of the Hanfu Club, do you really have a 'sense of responsibility'?" Ji Zhenru said as she looked at her sarcastically.

"Hahaha, sister, I've been busy every day lately, and the Hanfu Club has you to take care of it, I'm very relieved!" Cui Maixiang said with a smile.

"Really......" Himejin looked at her suspiciously.

"By the way, since he is a member of the Hanfu Society, will you let him blow towards Changming or us?" asked Cui Maixiang.

"I think it's better to forget it, this guy is an old-fashioned guy, admit death, if you want him to blow match-fixing, it's better to kill him with a knife!" Ji Zhenru said.

"That's right......" Cui Maixiang nodded.

"Hey, I said captain, what are Ah Ru and Mai Xiang muttering about, shouldn't they really be a partner?" Diao Yansha on the side whispered to Zhao Zheng.

"The devil knows what the two of them are doing, this is people's privacy, let's not ask. Zhao Zheng said.

"But I really want to know!" Diao Yansha said.

"Don't talk nonsense! Do you think you're the only one you want to know?" Zhao Zheng suddenly whispered.

"Uh...... Where did you go with that serious look just now?" Diao Yansha said speechlessly.

Yang Zifeng also scored the second free throw steadily, and the score came to 1o2-1o7, which was still the ball of Changming Middle School. There is 1 minute and 51 seconds left!

Zhang Dalu stood on the outside of the line, Yang Zifeng ran to the vicinity of the middle line to ask Zhang Dalu for the ball, Zhang Dalu hurriedly gave the ball over, Yang Zifeng stretched out his long arm to receive Zhang Dalu, and then took the ball to the right side of the three-point line 75 degrees.

The players from Qingyuan High School were all nervous when they saw that it was Yang Zifeng dribbling.

"Defend him! This ball must be guarded against him!" Liu Yunhai shouted from the sidelines, in his opinion, the ball was in Yang Zifeng's hands more dangerous than in the hands of any other player in Changming.

Yang Zifeng slowly led the ball back and forth under his crotch, he looked very relaxed, and at this time it was the first small forward Tong Tulin who was defending him!

"You're back again?" Yang Zifeng said as he looked at Tong Tulin.

"You talk so much! From now on, you won't be able to get any points if Lao Tzu wants to guard against you!" Tong Tulin said sharply.

Yang Zifeng just smiled and didn't speak again, just saw him dribbling the ball in his left hand and suddenly gave the ball from his crotch to his right hand, and then made a breakthrough to the right, Tong Tulin's center of gravity hurriedly moved to the right, but at this time, Yang Zifeng's right hand gave the ball from the back of his butt to his left hand, and made a breakthrough action to the left, Tong Tulin hurriedly moved to the left when he saw this, he originally thought that Yang Zifeng's ball would definitely break through from the left, but at this moment Yang Zifeng suddenly jumped up and threw the ball out! His movements were very blocky, and by the time Tong Tulin reacted to block it, the ball had already flown towards the basket.

"Huh!" was another familiar voice, 1o4-1o7!3 minutes......

"You seem to have broken your promise!" Yang Zifeng looked at Tong Tulin and said.

"You bastard......" Tong Tulin gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Zifeng.

(End of chapter)

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