"Huh~Huh~Huh~"

The sound of heavy breathing resounded on the bench of Golden Lion Middle School, running back and forth non-stop for ten minutes in a row, which was fatal for an inside player like Mo Feng. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info No, his physical strength was immediately consumed to the verge of overdraft.

"Damn. Mo Feng pressed the water cup in his hand hard to vent his anger and unwillingness. He had done his best, and his performance in the third quarter was already all his strength. Unfortunately, there is no way to narrow the difference.

Seeing Mo Feng's actions, the others could only bow their heads silently. They also want to contribute to the team, but their role depends on Mo Feng to play, and only when Mo Feng opens up this point and attracts the defenders to the past can they have a way to make a move.

In the third quarter, in addition to holding the ball and playing inside singles, Mo Feng worked more hard to create shooting opportunities for his teammates. It's a pity that Wen Hao's defense is perfect, forcing Mo Feng to use his best on the offensive end, and the defense of others is also very good, and he doesn't even have a chance to pass, let alone shoot.

In contrast to the dreary atmosphere here, the bench at the Chinese High School was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

After ten minutes of facing Mo Feng, Wen Hao was already exhausted, and the sound of heavy breathing also permeated the bench, but after this burst of breathing, he was confident in victory.

"Well done. Ling Hao patted Wen Hao on the shoulder and handed him a cup of Gatorade.

"A must. Wen Hao smiled and took the water cup and drank it all.

"I knew you could do it. Zhao Xin smiled and said to Wen Hao: "What Mo Feng, in my eyes, you are the strongest big forward." ”

Wen Hao shook his head, looked at Mo Feng on the bench next to him, and said with a wry smile: "There is still a certain gap between me and him." ”

"Toot!" snapped a two-minute break to an end.

In the fourth quarter of the game, Golden Lion Middle School was still the starter, and Mo Feng dragged his tired body to the court. No matter how it ends, he wants to play the last ten minutes. His love for basketball made him not want to miss a second.

Seeing Mo Feng put on his face again, Wen Hao, who was sitting on the bench, immediately stood up. He originally wanted to rest for another two minutes before playing, but when he saw Mo Feng return to the court with that stern expression, an urge to play unconsciously welled up in his heart.

Maybe it's the respect for Mo Feng, or the heart that loves basketball, but no matter what the reason is, it was Shaosa who was bitter in the end, and finally got the opportunity to play, but he flew away.

Seeing Wen Hao walking to the basket with firm steps, Mo Feng couldn't help but hook his lips, although he didn't say anything, he still hoped that Wen Hao could play, otherwise he would lose the greatest fun of the game.

"Toot!" The final battle began.

Without any words, Fang Haicheng quickly advanced to the front court after receiving the serve, and controlled the ball at the top of the arc to organize the attack.

"Hey!"

Mo Feng shouted, and ran out to ask Fang Haicheng for the ball. Probably because of his lack of physical strength, Mo Feng's speed slowed down a lot, and he didn't throw Wen Hao away, and the latter followed quickly.

And Fang Haicheng had already picked up the ball with both hands and was about to pass, and when he saw Wen Hao re-attaching Mo Feng to it, he accidentally hesitated for a while, exposing the ball to Ling Hao's eyes.

With such a good opportunity, Ling Hao naturally couldn't let it go, and he pulled the ball hard with both hands, forcibly peeling the ball away from Fang Haicheng's hands.

"Defend back!"

After Ling Hao got the ball, he immediately rushed forward at full speed, and Fang Haicheng chased after him while shouting.

The ball control skills may not be as good as Ling Hao's, but Fang Haicheng's sprint speed is absolutely top-notch, and he has caught up with Ling Hao in the blink of an eye, and the two of them are entangled again in the right wing position in the front court.

Ling Hao dribbled with his right hand and protected the ball with his left hand, pushing Fang Haicheng's body inward.

Don't look at Ling Hao's thin and thin body, that strength is not covered, and in the last three-step layup stage, he just used his body to hit Fang Haicheng and score the ball.

Seeing Ling Hao score the ball so strongly, the people of Golden Lion Middle School suddenly understood one thing. Spin God Ling Hao, this game has not used a spin ball. Yun Feng didn't use a step-back jumper either. What does this mean? The Chinese middle school has not yet exerted its full strength. Just one Wen Hao has already pushed them into a corner.

In Li Hua's sly smile, the suspense of victory and defeat has been lost unconsciously.

The coach of Golden Lion Middle School slapped the tactical board in annoyance, he originally wanted to rely on Mo Feng's dominance on the inside to make up for the lack of outside, so as to fight to the death with the Chinese Middle School. But I didn't expect to kill Wen Hao halfway, not only making Mo Feng dumb on the defensive end, but also providing strong firepower on the offensive end, and the Golden Lion Middle School was caught off guard.

Seeing that his coach would defend the tactical board, the faces of the players of Golden Lion Middle School instantly dimmed, and even the coach had already surrendered, what could they do?

The score is 77:63, although the difference is 14 points, but there are 9 minutes and 35 seconds left, objectively speaking, it is not garbage time, and Golden Lion Middle School may also catch up with the score. But the coach of Golden Lion Middle School announced his surrender at this moment, which is precisely the embodiment of a good coach.

Sure enough, Yun Feng, who had been silent for a whole game, took the lead, he first hit a backward jumper against Lin Tianguo's defense, and then broke through to the basket to send the ball into the basket. Immediately afterwards, Ling Hao also came to make up for it, and an incredible pass helped Zhao Xin complete the dunk.

In just two minutes, the Chinese middle school played a small climax of 6-0, and suddenly expanded the score difference to 20 points.

In this regard, the person who stood up from Golden Lion Middle School was still Mo Feng, who was already exhausted.

"Do you know the difference between an excellent player and an ordinary player?" Mo Feng received the ball and hit a defensive jumper against Wen Hao, "It's will." ”

Wen Hao's lips were tightly closed, and he looked at Mo Feng silently.

"A good player will never give up no matter what the situation. Mo Feng turned to leave, still saying in his mouth: "You will have to step into the field of excellent players sooner or later, but your will is not enough." ”

Wen Hao quickly caught up, ran side by side with Mo Feng, and said with a smile, "Thank you." ”

"Huh?" Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed as well, "You are such an interesting person, no matter if the game is not over yet, we are still enemies." ”

"Well, I'm not going to release water. ”

"Just what I wanted. ”

Matches that start with an inside line should also end with an inside line. The next time is basically the stage of Wen Hao and Mo Feng, who showed a wonderful inside battle for the audience.

In the end, Mo Feng collided with Wen Hao in the air when he made a layup, and the exhausted two people squeezed out even the last drop of strength, sat heavily on the ground, and the basketball quietly rolled out of bounds.

Mo Feng and Wen Hao glanced at each other and laughed in unison. No one knows why they are laughing, and in the eyes of the audience, they are like a pair of brothers who share life and death together.

"Drop!"

At the end of the game, Chinese High School defeated Golden Lion High School 90-73.

Thanks to Wen Hao's excellent performance, Chinese Middle School easily won the victory.