It may be that scoring two three-pointers in a row made Situ Wuregret throw confidently, and this offense, he also held the ball outside the three-point line and singled Ren Yan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But this time it didn't go so smoothly, and when he finished a set of moves and was about to throw, Ren Yan broke the ball first.

"Do you think I'll be fooled twice by the same move?" Ren Yan said quickly, accelerating with the dribble and rushing to the frontcourt, all the way to the basket without hindrance, and the ball wiped the board into the basket.

The score is 31:32, and the time is 6:07.

"Okay! only one point away, we must guard against this ball!" Zhao Xin shouted.

"Good !!," all four shouted at the same time.

"Give me the ball. Looking at the smug look on the other side, Ye Mingtian suddenly felt unhappy for a while, and decided to give them some color to see.

"Xiaotian!" on the sidelines, the night watchman yelled at the night.

"Cut!" Ye Mingtian had no choice but to withdraw his hand for the ball and run to the front court.

The ball was finally transported to the front court by Hua Jing, and it was also handed over to Situ Wuregret, and then he went to help block and dismantle. Situ Wuregret took this opportunity to pass Ren Yan and broke through to the inner line, and immediately passed it to Tang Xuehui after seeing Shao Sa coming over to make up for the defense.

Tang Xuehui made a mid-range shot, rewriting the score to 31:34 with a time of 5 minutes and 55 seconds.

Ling Hao dribbled to the front court and looked at the time, "It's okay." ”

"Letter. Ling Hao glanced at Zhao Xin, who immediately made an 'ok' gesture.

"Here we go. In the audience, Fang Le said coldly.

Zheng Wei scratched his head and asked, "What to start?"

"~~~ from the Chinese Middle School" Fang Le looked at Ling Hao and said, "Fight back." ”

"Ping!" On the field, Ling Hao passed Hua Jing in one accelerated second.

Inside, Chen Qixin stuck Zhao Xin behind him, staring at Ling Hao to kill him.

"Look for death!" Chen Qixin was already ready to jump and covered the ball.

"Heh!" Ling Hao smiled and smashed the ball to the right, and the ball bounced in the direction of Zhao Xin.

"Pong!!" Zhao Xin slammed the ball on the ground after receiving it, and at the same time bounced Chen Qixin away with his body, jumped up and dunked the ball in with both hands, and also caused Chen Qixin to foul his hands.

Zhao Xin stood at the free throw line and slapped the ball a few times. Free throws have always been his weak point, and this time was no exception, as the ball hit the edge of the basket and bounced back, flying right towards Nightshade.

Seeing the ball flying towards him, Ye Mingtian didn't react at all, watching Yun Feng snatch the ball away at his fingertips.

"Good job!" Seeing Yun Feng grab the ball, Ren Yan immediately ran outside the three-point line to respond.

Yun Feng passed the ball over, Ren Yan lived up to his expectations, and threw the ball out in the face of Situ Wuregret's defense.

"Huh!" Ren Yan hit the first three-pointer of the game.

The score is 36:34, and the time is 5 minutes and 30 seconds.

It has been 14 minutes and 30 seconds since the start of the race, and the Chinese High School has finally taken the lead for the first time.

However, the Chinese secondary school's counterattack is not over.

For the next four minutes, Ling Hao really showed how terrifying his spin ball was. On the outside or break through by himself or rely on teammates to block and kill to the inside, and then the thunderstorm has a headache. If the person on the inside line comes out to make up for the defense, then Ling Hao will use the spin ball to pass the ball to Zhao Xin under the basket. If he didn't come out to make up for the defense, Ling Hao would vote directly. As a good point guard, if no one is defending in the three-second zone, the shooting percentage is basically 100 percent.

38：34。

38：36。

40：36。

42：36。

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50：40。

The score gradually widened, and in the end, the Chinese High School led by 10 points, and there was 1 minute and 30 seconds left before the end of the second quarter.

The noisy atmosphere was different before, and the changes in the gymnasium were silent. Thunderstorm Middle School is 10 points behind, which is the first time that Thunderstorm Middle School has won the championship (the H City Championship of the National High School Basketball League) for the first time in ten years. At the best of Ryoma Middle School, it was only 8 points ahead.

In the audience, Zhang Ke said: "How is it? Who said that the Chinese middle school lost just now? And said that the entire second half will be garbage time." Now there is only more than 1 minute left, and the Chinese middle school is still 10 points ahead, I don't know which side was beaten into garbage time. ”

Zheng Wei gritted his teeth angrily, but there was no way, after all, the facts were in front of him, so he said angrily: "Hmph! Anyway, in the end, it must be the thunderstorm middle school to win." ”

"Come on. Zhang Ke is happy in his heart now, it is rare to seize the opportunity to laugh at Zheng Wei, he will not let it go easily, "Aren't you so sure just now." ”

"The person who wins in the end should be Thunderstorm Middle School, and the hope of winning for the Chinese Middle School is too slim. Unexpectedly, Fang Le actually spoke.

Hearing the captain say this, Zheng Wei immediately turned his anger into joy, and said with a smile: "You see, even the captain thinks that it is learning to win in a thunderstorm." ”

Zhang Ke looked at Fang Le and asked, "Captain, why do you think so?"

"Quite simply, because of him. Fang Le pointed at Ye Mingtian, "He hasn't made a move yet, which means that Thunderstorm Middle School deliberately let the score be overtaken, and the reason why they did this must be that there are more powerful tricks that they haven't used." ”

Fang Le looked at the screen and said, "10 points, if I guessed correctly, this will be the score with the most leads from the Chinese middle school in this game." At the same time, it is the only time to take the lead. ”

While talking and laughing, 1 minute passed, and neither side called a timeout, and it seemed that they were going to finish the second quarter like this.

On the court, Chen Qixin finally showed the role of his slightly bloated body, and after receiving the ball on the inside, he directly turned around and squeezed away Zhao Xin and Shaosa, and easily sent the ball into the basket.

The score was 55:47, with 20 seconds left in the clock, and the ball was possessed by the Chinese middle school.

In the last wave of offense, Ling Hao also dribbled to the frontcourt, and then spent time outside the three-point line. But the players from Thunderstorm Middle School obviously didn't want to end the second quarter so easily, and seized the opportunity, Hua Jing and Situ Wuregret pounced on Ling Hao.

Ling Hao didn't react at once, and let them wrap up successfully, so he hurriedly hugged the ball in his arms.

"Black!" Zhao Xin ran over to answer.

Ling Hao took a quick look at Zhao Xin's position, and then passed the ball out of the gap between the two people. The direction of the ball was 108,000 miles away from Zhao Xin, but after hitting the ground, it still bounced towards Zhao Xin's position.

"Don't want to catch the ball. Tang Xuehui ran in front of Zhao Xin first, because he knew, but in which direction Ling Hao passed, he would end up with Zhao Xin, so as long as he went in front of Zhao Xin first.

"Don't take this ball!" shouted the night watchman from the sidelines.

But it was too late, Tang Xuehui had already stretched out his hands to catch the ball, but when the ball touched Tang Xuehui's hand, it flew in another direction, and Tang Xuehui took several steps back, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Whew!" "Drip!"

Coincidentally, when Ling Hao was used to running to the basket, the ball was passed back to him. The opportunity was not to be missed, Ling Hao threw it under the basket, and the ball fell into the basket with the end of the whistle.

The score was 57:47, and the Chinese middle school led by 10 points.