The attack of the third squad is very sharp, but the defense is ineffective. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The defense of the fourth squad is solid, but the offense is often muted. So they were clearly leading in the first half, but in the second half they collapsed all at once.

But the seven classes are different, they can attack and defend. There is Xiao Ling, a powerful scoring point on the outside, Chen Han on the inside, and Xu Fan, a ghost-like character, interspersed with it.

On the sidelines, the players of Class 8 drank water silently, and their expressions were very solemn. At the end of the first two games, they were also behind, and they were more than three points behind. But they can still talk and laugh, because they can be sure that they will win in the end. But now, it's hard to say.

"Xiaoqing. Ren Yanshen appeared behind Zhang Qing unconsciously.

"Ah!" Zhang Qing was startled, and after seeing that it was Ren Yan, he said, "What are you doing, you almost scared me to death." ”

"You found out. Ren Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at Xiao Ling opposite, and said, "That kid's playing style is similar to that of me, and I was very similar to before." ”

Zhang Qing nodded and said, "Well, it's just carved out of a mold." ”

"Then you can't help him!" As he spoke, Ren Yan patted Zhang Qing's head, "Think about how you guarded me in the first place." ”

"How can I prevent you?" was shot by Ren Yan like this, and the picture of the two people fighting alone instantly appeared in his mind.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, then smiled, "I understand." ”

Among the students present, only one noticed the corners of Zhang Qing's mouth. Seeing Zhang Qing's smile, Yun Feng also laughed, "It seems that we can win this game." ”

"Oh. Qin Yu beside her didn't think so, with Yun Feng here, she never thought that Class 8 would lose from the beginning.

"Toot!" came the two-minute break.

On the eighth class's side, Lian Fei came back after treating his wounds and replaced Lin Shui. In this way, it will be difficult for the seventh class to play, and of the 17 points they scored in the first half, 8 points were cut by Lin Shui.

The first wave of offensive ball in the second half was in the hands of Class 7, watching Xu Fan dribble over, Huang Yan opened his voice and shouted: "Let them see the strength of our Class 8!!"

"Good!!"

With such a shout, the momentum of Class 8 suddenly came up. Their defense was very aggressive, and the seventh squad of the defense couldn't find any open shots. With only 8 seconds left in the attacking time, the ball passed to Xiao Ling in the bottom corner of the right side.

There was no time to hesitate, Xiao Ling quickly changed direction left and right in front of Zhang Qing.

"Then there's the step-back shot. Looking at the familiar movements, Zhang Qing guessed.

Sure enough, Xiao Ling suddenly took a step back as Zhang Qing expected, jumped and shot.

"Whew!"

The middle finger of Zhang Qing's left hand touched the ball, and vaguely, he saw the smile on Zhang Qing's mouth.

"Grab the board!"

After landing on the ground, Xiao Ling knew that the ball would not go in, and shouted anxiously.

"Yikes!"

Shen Hang shouted angrily, jumped up from the crowd, and protected the rebound.

"Well done!"

Lian Fei took the ball from Shen Hang's arms, and without dribbling two steps, he made a long pass to Yun Feng, who had already run to the frontcourt.

"Hurry back to defense!"

Xu Fan ran with all his strength, and caught up with Yun Feng in a blink of an eye.

Yun Feng's eyes quickly turned, jumped up to catch the ball, and passed it directly in the air to Huang Yan, who was rushing to the basket from the right wing.

"Don't think about scoring!"

Wu Shusi followed behind Huang Yan, and when he saw Huang Yan receiving the ball and killing it under the empty basket, he shouted and accelerated his running speed.

Huang Yan suddenly stopped when he dribbled to the basket and stretched forward with the ball in both hands. Wu Shusi thought he was going to shoot, and instinctively jumped high, but he didn't expect Huang Yan to take his hand back again, and only after he flew out of bounds did he throw the ball into the board.

"Good!!"

Seeing that their class had scored, the students of Class 8 immediately cheered. Class 8's fast break is perfectly done, comparable to those professional teams. This made Li Hua, who had always rejected people thousands of miles away, rarely show an appreciative look.

Wu Shusi held the ball outside the boundary, waiting for Xu Fan's arrival.

Xiao Ling silently looked at Xu Fan who was dribbling, with that cold expression on his face, not angry or angry. When Xu Fan dribbled to the outside of the three-point line to organize an attack, Xiao Ling suddenly ran up. In a series of excellent off-ball runs, Xiao Ling got rid of Zhang Qing's defense and shot from a 45-degree angle on the left side.

"Damn. ”

Zhang Qing clenched his fists, if it was a singles, he was confident that he could defend against Xiao Ling. But if it's running off the ball, he's a little bit out of the game.

"Here. Yun Feng ran out and asked Lian Fei for the ball.

Seeing that Yun Feng took the initiative to ask for the ball, Lian Fei passed the ball with a smile, because he knew that Yun Feng was going to make a move.

Yun Feng caught the ball and protected it around his waist, facing Zhu Lei, who was opposite him. And the others are also very cooperative, pulling the inside line away and leaving them to singles.

Yun Feng naturally did not live up to the trust of his teammates, shook off Zhu Lei after a series of coherent dribbles, and made a shooting feint when he reached the free throw line, deceiving Zhu Lei, who had been sticking to him, to jump up.

"Huh. ”

Yun Feng smiled, deliberately jumped at Zhu Lei's body, and at the same time pushed the ball in the direction of the basket with his right hand.

"Toot!"

Rarely, Li Hua blew the whistle, and the ball fell into the basket smoothly.

"Well done!"

Lian Fei excitedly ran over and slapped Yun Feng with a high five.

After the penalty shot, the two sides fought to a 19-19 tie with four minutes left.

And then both sides entered a scoring drought, "dang!" "dang!" and "dang!" came and went, and both sides scored only 2 points each for a full three minutes. In the final minute, the two sides played to a 21-21 draw.

Xu Fan controlled the ball on the outside, and the time was less than 40 seconds left, and if they could score this goal, they would be able to take the initiative.

At such a critical moment, Xiao Ling stood up. After breaking through from the right wing, he drifted to shoot the ball.

The score was 21:23 with 31 seconds left.

Lian Fei took a deep breath, calmed his trembling heart, and then dribbled the ball to the front court.

Such an important goal will definitely be handed over to the main team in the team to deal with. The people in Class 7 knew this very well, so Zhu Lei stuck to Yun Feng inch by inch, and Xiao Ling and Wu Shusi on the side were also eyeing Yun Feng.

But Yun Feng suddenly accelerated and ran back, getting rid of Zhu Lei, and Lian Fei stretched out his hand in Yun Feng's direction.

Seeing that Yun Feng was about to get the ball, Xiao Ling secretly shouted "Not good!", and dropped Zhang Qing outside the three-point line on the right side to intercept Yun Feng.

At this moment, he didn't expect Lian Fei to shake his hand and pass the ball to Zhang Qing.

"Oh no!

Seeing Lian Fei's move, Xiao Ling knew that he had been fooled, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his cold expression.

Zhang Qing stabilized after receiving the ball, and threw the ball out in the stunned eyes of the seventh-class players. Today he didn't feel very good, and all the first 5 shots were iron. But this one, he had to hit it.

"Huh!"

The crisp sound of brushing the net, the ball hollows into the net.

"Great!"

Zhang Qing shouted excitedly.

The score was 24:23 and there were only 10 seconds left on the clock.

"It's not over yet!

Class 7 originally wanted to attack quickly to grab points, but Lian Fei's shouts frustrated their plans.

There were only 10 seconds left, and even Xiao Ling began to get nervous, let alone anyone else. Xu Fan's mental endurance was obviously not enough, and he accidentally made a mistake under the huge pressure, and was photographed by Lian Fei when dribbling.

Although Xu Fan saved the ball in time, time was also wasted for several seconds, and when he passed the ball to Xiao Ling, there was only 1 second left. In a panic, Xiao Ling hurriedly made a move.

"Toot!"

Li Hua blew the final whistle.

As for the ball, it flew out of bounds directly.

In the end, Class 8 defeated Class 7 with a difficult 24:23 victory.