The situation on the basketball court is ever-changing, and the audience doesn't know what is wrong with the Chinese middle school, only to see that they have been letting the god of war middle school score the ball, and gradually narrowing the point difference.

In the last 3 minutes before the end, God of War Middle School chased the score to 69:68, only 1 point behind.

The scales of victory seem to be tilting in favor of God of War Middle School.

The fans who supported the Chinese middle school were worried about them, but Li Hua, as the coach of the Chinese middle school, was extremely calm, with no worried look on his face.

As the saying goes, only by adapting to the times can we survive. The current trend of basketball games is a fast-paced small lineup, and a big lineup like Ares High School, although it can achieve unexpected results at the beginning, but over time, weaknesses will slowly appear, and their weaknesses are often fatal. Once the opponent seizes the weakness and plays, there is basically no possibility of turning the tables.

Every team that comes to the national championship is eager to win the championship, and no one wants a round.

The coach of God of War Middle School also knows very well that it is impossible to go far in the national competition with a big lineup alone, let alone win the championship. It's a pity that he knows it, and so does the other person.

"You have a good idea, but unfortunately, you ran into an opponent you shouldn't have encountered. Li Hua's tone was also very calm, and he looked confident.

Back in the game, after the God of War Middle School strongly chased the difference to only 1 point, Ling Hao dribbled and began to organize an attack.

Wang Long, who was opposite him, mocked: "It's useless, I will win this game." ”

Ling Hao smiled and asked with a little disdain, "Do you think your tactics are very successful?" ”

Wang Lung knew what Ling Hao was referring to, and said with a smug smile: "I don't know if it's successful, I just know that one more goal can overtake the score." ”

"Then I'm sorry to tell you. Ling Hao's tone suddenly sank, and his gaze became fierce, "You don't have this opportunity. ”

Looking at Ling Hao's suddenly increased momentum, Wang Lung hesitated. It was at this moment that Ling Hao suddenly accelerated, and he passed him in an instant.

Wu Yuze's reaction was also very fast, and he immediately went over to guard the inner line and waited for Ling Hao's arrival.

Ling Hao quickly swept away with his afterglow, and the positions of the five players in the God of War Middle School, as well as the positions of the other three teammates, were immediately formed in his mind, except for the position of the last teammate.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Hao made an elusive back pass and passed the ball to the three-point line in the bottom left corner. And the person waiting in that position was the only teammate Ling Hao didn't see, Xiao Ling.

This is the tacit understanding between them, Xiao Ling caught the ball and shot three points directly from a negative angle. Ling Hao didn't see him because at the same time as Ling Hao broke through, Xiao Ling happened to run behind him. Taking advantage of the fact that the attention of the God of War Middle School was taken away by Ling Hao, Xiao Ling immediately sneaked to the bottom corner of the left side.

"Huh!" Xiao Ling's hand felt so good, and he hit another three-point hollow into the net.

At 72:68, there are 2 minutes and 45 seconds left.

"Damn, dare to underestimate me. Wang Lung clenched his fist angrily, dribbled to the front court, and quickly changed direction in front of Ling Hao, wanting to use his left hand to force it again. But this time, Ling Hao perfectly kept up with Wang Lung's speed, and blocked Wang Long with his body before he could break through.

"How many times do you want to use the same move on me? Ling Hao roared angrily and reached out to break Wang Lung's ball.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages, left-handers have indeed helped Wang Long improve his ability to break the ball, but he is also easy to be cut off by the opponent's right hand when he dribbles with his left hand.

This ball, Ling Hao copied it cleanly, directly shook off Wang Long, and a dragon rushed to the frontcourt.

Wang Lung was struggling to catch up behind him, but the gap was too big, so he could only watch Ling Hao score an easy layup.

When Wang Long first came on the court, Ling Hao admitted that he was not used to defending a left-handed general. Coupled with the sudden change of formation of God of War Middle School, it was indeed a trough for the Chinese Middle School for a time, and it was at a loss. But that was only a sudden thing, after the devilish military training baptism, how could this little setback be difficult for them.

Bound by habit, nothing can trap them with their iron will. Nothing can stop them until they achieve their dreams.

"How is it possible!" The coach of the God of War Middle School jumped up from his seat in fright, he didn't believe that anyone could adapt to Wang Lung's attack so quickly in this situation, and found a way to crack it.

But this is the case, Wang Lung broke through the ball again, but Yun Feng was already waiting for him on his passing route. Steals, fast breaks, layups, ball-in, all in one go.

In the blink of an eye, the score difference came to 8 points again, and there was only 1 minute and 52 seconds left, and God of War Middle School was basically out of play.

"How so. The coach of God of War Middle School sat down a little dejected, just now it was fine, and even saw the hope of winning, how could they be beaten to hell in the blink of an eye.

God of War Middle School can really only be said to be too unlucky, and with their routine, it is a difficult hurdle for any team to pass. But what they met was a Chinese middle school, a group of guys who have been tempered from the inside out, a group of guys who don't blink their eyelids even if the sky falls. Playing tricks in front of them is simply asking for your own death.

If you want to defeat the Chinese middle school, you can only face them face to face and defeat them with your strength. No amount of caution will work on them.

The strength of God of War Middle School lies in the fact that they are good at using this routine to make their opponents cocoon themselves. On the other hand, Chinese middle schools can be the opposite, breaking out of their cocoons and being reborn in the face of their routines.

"No way. Wang Lung gasped, this was the first time he had been beaten like this since the coach developed this tactic.

"Accept it, you've already lost. ”

Wang Lung looked at Ling Hao, as well as the four teammates behind him. At this time, the Chinese middle school looked like a mountain in front of him, a mountain that he couldn't cross even if he tried his best.

"Not yet, I haven't lost yet. Wang Lung roared, dribbling frantically into the inner line of the Chinese Middle School, wanting to lead the God of War Middle School to victory by himself.

"Wang Lung. The coach of the God of War Middle School shouted anxiously, he was very dissatisfied with Wang Lung's impulsive approach, but he was more worried.

Sure enough, in front of the net of heaven and earth in the Chinese middle school, Wang Long's shot was directly fanned.

Wang Long, who was behind the hat, froze in place, letting Yun Feng dribble past him. 5 to 4 in the front court, the ball was scored by Chu Kaixia under the basket after a smooth conduction.

This goal also completely ruined the hope of God of War Middle School.

In the last minute, God of War Middle School failed to create a miracle and was taken away by a wave of Chinese Middle School.

"Toot!" The final whistle blew, and the score was finally fixed at 80:74, and the Chinese middle school defeated the god of war middle school by 6 points.

It all came so suddenly, and before the audience could figure out what was going on, the game was taken away by the Chinese middle school at lightning speed.

(End of chapter)