"Good~~~!!" The cheers of the audience once again resounded throughout the Hongyun Arena.

"Black, your spin is getting better and better. Guofeng gave a thumbs up.

Ling Hao also smiled and said, "It's all the result of training. ”

"Look at the look on the other side now, we won this game. Sausa said confidently.

Ling Hao reminded: "Don't underestimate the enemy, anything can happen until the last moment." ”

"So. Yun Feng suddenly clenched his fists and said, "Just let me make their possibility impossible." ”

In a corner of the audience, Xu Xuan looked at Ling Hao and said coldly to his side: "I haven't seen him for a while, he has become stronger again." ”

Leng Yan said stiffly: "It's a lot stronger, but it's a pity that it's still too tender." ”

"The current Chinese middle school is two people from a few months ago. Lin Wenwen said a little unwillingly: "If the current Chinese middle school fights with us, we will definitely lose miserably." ”

Liu Bing echoed and said: "That's right, the others haven't done their best yet, like their small forward, they have only won the ball a few times." ”

As soon as he thought of the fate-reversing score that Yun Feng had completed on himself, Liu Bing's psychology ached faintly.

Sun Min continued: "That's it, that small forward is terrible, I remember last time they relied on the performance of the small forward at the last moment to beat us, it seems to be a block and a steal, I remember who it was for... ？”

Three black lines appeared on Leng Yan's forehead, and he poked Lin Wenwen's little head and said, "What are you talking about." ”

"What are you doing?" Lin Wenwen touched her head.

"With me, how could it be a fiasco. ”

Lin Wenwen pouted and said, "How do I remember that the person who was blown up at the last moment was..."

"Hmm~~~"

Leng Yan hurriedly blocked her mouth with his hand.

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"Is this your strength? Yu Wanhao looked at Ling Hao.

In this goal, the loss of points is small, and the loss of morale is the most fatal.

"No, it can't be, how could such a thing happen. ”

Zhang Wei was stunned in place, this ball dealt a big blow to him, making him begin to doubt himself and the world.

"Cheer up, everyone, the game isn't over yet, we won't lose!"

Yu Wanhao wants to try to help his teammates recover their morale, but it's not that simple.

Ling Hao became stronger not only with his spinning ball, but also with his defense. Under his death entanglement, Yu Wanhao, who had the upper hand in physical fitness, played very uncomfortable, but he couldn't shoot suddenly, he couldn't throw, it took a lot of effort to pass, and he couldn't play tactics at all.

In this situation of being comprehensively suppressed by Chinese middle schools, the only thing Jiali Middle School can rely on is the current height advantage of the inner line.

After several unsuccessful passes, Yu Wanhao had no choice but to hand over the ball to Miao Qiankun on the inside.

Miao Qiankun received the ball outside the free throw line on the right, and after hitting Zhao Xin a few times, he turned around and threw the ball forward.

The angle of the ball was very good, but unfortunately the force was a little lighter, smashed on the front of the basket, and was taken into Zhao Xin's arms.

Yu Wanhao shouted: "Hurry back to defense!"

Ling Hao, who received the pass, looked puzzled, they hadn't done anything yet, why did the group of people from Jiali Middle School run away so nervously.

This time, after Ling Hao arrived in the front court, his little hand shook back and passed the ball to Guofeng, who was belated.

Guofeng received the ball four steps away from the three-point line, looked confused, and asked, "Why are you passing the ball to me?" ”

Ling Hao pointed to the basket and said, "Cast it." ”

"Oh, you said. ”

Seeing Guofeng lifting the ball up from such a distance, looking like he was about to shoot, the three views of the players in Jiali Middle School collapsed again.

"What does he want to do. Sheng Wenming looked at Guofeng with a lunatic look.

Soon, the ball was thrown hard by Guofeng, flew high, and finally fell into the basket accurately.

"Wow~~~!!"

Following Ling Hao's spin ball, Guo Feng used a super long three points to completely conquer the audience.

"Is it necessary to be so excited?"

Guo Feng didn't think so, he hadn't even come up with the longest range, this group of viewers had already called it like this, if they took it out, wouldn't they be crazy, hahahahaha~~~

The general weakness of the dark horse is that the psychological quality is low, and they will only rush forward with enthusiasm and brainlessness with their lack of experience in the competition, which will make them downwind and really invincible in the world. But when it comes to headwinds, especially in this kind of hopeless game, they will only be impetuous, chaotic, and the final result will be self-defeating.

Ling Hao forgot it, now there is another national peak, under this double blow, the players of Jiali Middle School really gave up resistance completely.

"Toot!" Carrie Middle School asked for a timeout.

"In this game, it is not very likely to come back. ”

The coach's tone was helpless and unwilling, since he coached the basketball team, this was the first time that he had already psychologically admitted defeat in the third quarter. Even if they can get this game back, they are bound to pay a painful price, there are still games ahead, they still have a chance to win, there is no need to lose hope for this game, "Today's game, we were careless, but believe me, you are very strong, not worse than them at all, in the next game, you will definitely be able to defeat them." ”

Sheng Wenming smiled slightly and said, "Of course, we will definitely win against them." ”

"That's right, let's give them one to chase two. Hu Heng felt that his confidence had also returned.

Yu Wanhao nodded and said, "This one is a lesson, and the next one must be won." ”

"Good!" shouted the Carrie Middle School players in unison.

"Toot!" continued.

"Attack. Zhang Wei picked up the ball and gave it to Yu Wanhao.

For the rest of the time, they were no longer fighting for victory or defeat, but for dignity.

As if they had said yes, both sides gave up their defenses and launched a fiery offensive battle.

Jiali Middle School took advantage of Yu Wanhao's sudden score and Miao Qiankun's inside advantage to score again and again, and the Chinese Middle School did not show weakness, relying on Ling Hao's spin ball and Yun Feng's singles to hit them, and the scores of the two sides rose rapidly.

The attack of both sides was very intense, but there was a relaxed atmosphere on the scene. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiali Middle School has given up, the victory and defeat have been decided, and the attacks of both sides have naturally become a performance.

"Drop!" At the end of the third quarter, the score of the two sides was 60:90, and Carrie Middle School was 30 points behind.

In the fourth quarter, the Chinese Middle School directly substituted all the players, and even Xu Zuoming and Li Zhihao, who sat on the bench for three quarters, were also sent. The main players of Carrie Middle School were also substituted after a symbolic two-minute play, and the two sides started a substitute battle.

"Drop~~~!"

At the end of the game, the score was finally fixed at 75:102, and the Chinese middle school scored 27 points to bloody Jiali Middle School, which perfectly defended the home court.

For this ending, I believe many people will be surprised again, and at the same time, they are more curious about how dark the dark horse of the Chinese middle school can be.

(End of chapter)