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Turn left, turn right, as long as you can turn out of the empty seat at the end, it is a good step.

Just as a cell can differentiate into many different tissues, different people will have different steps on the basis of rotation. The footsteps of ordinary people are similar, and Wen Hao can find the rhythm of the opponent's attack at once. But with a master like Mo Feng, he had to spend a little more time looking for it.

If you want to completely defend against an inside player, you must first find the pattern of the opponent's foot movement and disrupt his rhythm.

"Toot!" the second quarter began.

Ling Hao re-tied his belt and came over to catch the ball and dribbled it to the front court.

When Ling Hao dribbled to organize the offense, Xiao Ling, who had no data recorded for a quarter, finally exerted his power, and he relied on his flexible running position to get an open space outside the three-point line in the bottom right corner, and the ball was passed to him at the right time.

The bottom corners on both sides are the points where Xiao Ling has the highest hit rate, without any hesitation, raising his hand is a three-point, looking at the beautiful arc, the result is already obvious.

"Huh!"

The first three points of the game were finally hit.

"Good ball!" Ling Hao clapped his hands excitedly.

"Well done. Zhao Xin and Xiao Ling slammed their fists and went back to defend together.

Seeing Xiao Ling score three points, Golden Lion Middle School was not to be outdone. Mo Feng was originally in the inner card card well, but suddenly ran out of the three-point line, and opened his hand to shoot after receiving the ball.

Seeing Mo Feng running out to shoot three points, Wen Hao was stunned for a second or two, and when he reacted, the ball had already hollowed into the net. Golden Lion High School managed to return a three-point return.

No one would be surprised that Mo Feng scored three points. Because in the current era of national basketball, even the center has run out to shoot three-pointers. Fortunately, Mo Feng's dribbling is not so 6, otherwise he will be super-god.

"It's a bit of a hassle. Wen Hao scratched his head, he didn't expect Mo Feng's offensive range to be extended to the three-point line, and it was a little more difficult to prevent him now.

This attack by the Chinese middle school, the ball finally passed to Wen Hao, who was at the free throw line. His teammates immediately took the Golden Lion players away from him, leaving room for him to play singles.

Wen Hao leaned back slightly with his back to Mo Feng's upper body, squeezed Mo Feng away a little, and then dribbled to Mo Feng with a jump, knocked out of the shooting space, and finally used his left foot as the pivot foot, turned around and jumped to the basket.

The ball flew straight forward, smashed the board and bounced into the basket.

"Good. Wen Hao smiled and clenched his fists, he had already found his sense on the offensive end, and then he almost stopped Mo Feng.

Feng Shui takes turns, and now it is Mo Feng's turn to look at the back of Wen Hao leaving.

"That's right, that's fun. ”

If nothing else, this game is likely to be the last game for the Golden Lions, who have little hope of qualifying from the group after losing to the Wolves. Unless they win this game against the Chinese Middle School, and the next game against the Wolf Warrior Middle School, then they have any hope of qualifying. Let's not talk about how difficult it is to win against the Chinese middle school, if they really win, then how can the Chinese middle school that even they can't win defeat the Wolf Warrior Middle School?

Like most masters, in this final match, Mo Feng is also eager to meet a powerful opponent, so that the fight is interesting.

Yu Licheng: "The Chinese middle school is now open inside and outside, and it seems that the Golden Lion Middle School is not easy to play." ”

Wu Hai: "That's right, every player in the Chinese Middle School has the ability to attack, and as long as the attack of the Golden Lion Middle School relies on the No. 25 player, what is his name, Mo Yan?"

Yu Licheng: "Teacher Hai, you are mistaken, Mo Yan is the writer who won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his name is Mo Feng." ”

Wu Hai: "Oh, yes, yes, Mo Feng." Both of them are sexual, do you think they are relatives?"

Yu Licheng: "It's possible, their names are all two-character names, so it's a distant relative." ”

The audience was speechless for "・・・・・・", and these two commentators were too good at talking.

During the conversation, several attacks by both sides ended. Time also passed quietly in this burst of iron, and before I knew it, 5 minutes had passed, and the score of the two sides was 34:30, and the Chinese middle school temporarily led by 4 points.

On the offensive end, Mo Feng is still sharp and unstoppable, and with his outstanding performance, Golden Lion Middle School is holding on to the score. But on the defensive end, as Wen Hao gradually found his offensive touch, his defensive efficiency gradually declined.

"Toot!" After Yun Feng hit another step-back jumper, the Golden Lion Middle School called a timeout, and their coach said a lot of things there, probably arranging tactics.

After the pause, Golden Lion Middle School still handed the ball to Mo Feng in terms of offense.

Mo Feng received the ball at a 45-degree angle on the right side, used his left foot as the pivot foot, and turned to face Wen Hao.

"Come on. Wen Hao's center of gravity lowered, focusing all his attention on Mo Feng.

Mo Feng protected the ball around his waist, took a step forward with his right foot, and then withdrew a feint to shoot. Faced with Mo Feng's series of actions, Wen Hao was unmoved, because he had almost figured out Mo Feng's routine.

Seeing that the feint of shooting did not deceive Wen Hao, Mo Feng once again stretched out his right foot in the direction of the basket, and then started with the dribble and killed the basket. Wen Hao didn't dare to slack off, and immediately stepped forward to entangle him.

At the moment when Wen Hao posted it, Mo Feng picked up the ball with both hands and turned around and came to the basket after relying on inertia, jumping up and preparing to throw the ball. However, he didn't shake Wen Hao away with this turn, and the latter also jumped up immediately, entangled with Mo Feng again in the air.

With his excellent personal ability, Mo Feng scored the ball in the aerial confrontation with Wen Hao, and also caused Wen Hao's foul.

With Mo Feng adding a free throw, the score between the two sides was pulled to 42:38, and the difference was narrowed to 4 points again, and there were 2 minutes left in the clock.

Although he was beaten to 2 plus 1, Wen Hao still smiled, because he had almost found his rhythm. Everyone else also found that Mo Feng's attack was not as easy as it was at the beginning, and it was no longer possible to shake off Wen Hao with a single step or action. Just like this time 2 plus 1, it was forced by Wen Hao to have no choice, if this goal was not scored by excellent strength, it would be a perfect defense of Wen Hao.

Seeing this situation, the players of Golden Lion Middle School couldn't help but show worried looks, but Mo Feng himself was still expressionless.

"Toot!" At this time, Li Hua called a timeout and replaced all the other four starters on the field except Ling Hao.

Seeing that the main forces on the opposite side were all gone, Golden Lion Middle School was overjoyed and wanted to take this opportunity to hit them by surprise and overtake the score in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, their wishful thinking was wrong. Ling Hao led a group of bench players to play vigorously, especially as soon as he came up, he assisted Ren Yan to hit two three-pointers, and the point difference was not narrowed, but also expanded to 10 points.

"Drop!"

The second quarter was finally over, and the final score was fixed at 53:43.

The Golden Lion High School paid the price for their light enemies.