Chapter 199: The Great War of Substitutes (1)

At halftime, in the locker room of the Chinese Middle School, the atmosphere was a little flat, with no joy or sadness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info joy, it's not time yet. Sadly, the current situation is not so much. Overall, it's relatively normal.

Li Hua made an analysis of the game in the first half and made some adjustments to the style of play in the second half. He believed that Flying Bear Middle School was not a team that would admit defeat so easily, so he didn't dare to let his guard down in the second half.

"Whew~~~" Zhao Xinli exhaled, the crazy attack in the last 4 minutes did make him a little tired, but his efforts were rewarded, that is, the Chinese middle school ended the first half with an 11-point lead.

After assigning the task, Li Hua clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone take a break, relax, we must win this game." ”

"Good!" the players shouted in unison.

As soon as he had free time, Guo Feng couldn't wait to pull Yun Feng aside, and asked: "Yun Feng, your back just now is too powerful, who taught it? Where did you learn it? How long did you learn it? I want to learn it too, can you teach me after the game?"

Yun Feng's face flushed, and he didn't know which question to answer, so he could only stammer: "I, I, my, back, leaning back is ・・・・・・"

Guo Feng didn't notice Yun Feng's embarrassment, he saw Yun Feng blushing, thinking that he was tired, so he shouted: "Seeing that your tired face is red, I'll go get a bottle of water for you." ”

So saying, the man ran away.

Next to him, Qin Yu smiled but did not speak.

Yun Feng glanced at her dissatisfiedly and said, "Why don't you help me out of the siege." ”

Qin Yu smiled: "It seems that you want more than one apprentice." ”

Soon, Guo Feng ran back with a bottle of water and said to Yun Feng: "Yun Feng Yun Feng, the water is here, let's continue the topic just now." ”

It's a pity that Li Hua said incomprehensibly: "Okay, it's almost time, let's go." ”

"Let's go, it's time to play!" Zhao Xin shouted.

"Let's go!" Ling Hao waved his hand.

The group then left the locker room once again and headed towards the field, and Guofeng's question did not have time to be answered. In this regard, Guo Feng can only sigh, how can the rest time pass so quickly.

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While some people think that time flies, there are naturally some people who feel that time flies very slowly.

In the classroom of the eighth class of the first year of high school in the Chinese middle school, Zhang Qing, who was sitting in the last row of the last group, stared at the advertisement on the mobile phone screen and shook his legs anxiously, thinking: "Why don't you start yet, this halftime pause is too long." ”

Shen Hang, who was at the same table, raised his head from the desk, yawned, and asked, "Why hasn't the game started yet?"

"No, I don't. Zhang Qing replied with a little anger: "This damn pause." ”

"Not yet. Shen Hang smiled and said, "It's good if you don't have it." ”

Zhang Qing was puzzled and asked, "What's good, if he doesn't start fighting, my traffic will run out." ”

Lian Fei leaned his back against the chair and smiled at Zhang Qing: "It's good if you don't wrap it up again, anyway, you are stupid and have a lot of money." ”

Lin Shui accosted: "Yes, you are stupid and have a lot of money, I'm afraid that the traffic is not enough, you won't turn it off first, don't watch these ads, and wait for them to start watching it." ”

Zhang Qing flicked the back of the two of them on the back of their heads and said, "Who is stupid, I don't want to miss any detail, do you understand." ”

Shen Hang said: "Isn't it just that it costs you a little more traffic, and if you pause a little longer, Yun Feng and them will be able to get a little more rest time and recover more physical strength, so that the chances of winning can be greater." ”

Zhang Qing nodded and said, "It seems to be the truth." ”

Huang Yan, who was at the next table, suddenly nervously put his index finger on his lips and made a sound of "shh~~~".

"Don't be noisy, there's a teacher outside. Huang Yan pointed out the window and said.

They turned their heads to look, and sure enough, there were four more school leaders outside, who were staring at them unkindly.

They shook nervously, and immediately sat upright, looking like they were listening carefully.

Fortunately, the four of them didn't lower their heads, so the leader outside the window just thought they were talking, and left after watching for a while.

"Huh~~~" Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I almost lost my phone." ”

Lian Fei also smiled without danger and said, "And as soon as you harvest it, you will harvest four, a bumper harvest." ”

Zhang Qing saw the picture on the screen change, and immediately said excitedly: "It's started, it's started." ”

"Shh~~~!"

This time, not only Huang Yan, but also Shen Hang, Lian Fei and Lin Shui also made this gesture of not talking.

At a glance, the teacher who was in class also stared at Zhang Qing.

Shen Hang was a little speechless, he felt that sooner or later he would be killed by Zhang Qing.

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The players from both sides returned to the pitch as they were ready, and the crowd cheered them on.

The players on the court from Flying Bear Middle School were about the same as in the last few minutes of the second quarter, with Guangcheng taking Yang Lang, Wei Ji, Guan Rang and Du Long as four substitutes. On the Chinese Middle School side, there is a big change, Jin Kun, Guo Feng, Li Jie, Shao Sa, Chu Kaixia, and the substitute lineup is all on the field.

On the sidelines, Xu Zuoming and Li Zhihao, who were in sympathy with each other, glanced at each other, and then sighed helplessly, they should have been on the field, but now they were robbed by Jin Kun and Chu Kaixia.

However, Li Hua did not forget them, and said to the two of them: "Don't worry, there will definitely be a time when you need to play." ”

"Really!" As soon as Xu Zuoming heard that he could play, he immediately asked excitedly: "When?"

Li Hua thought for a while and said, "I don't know, it depends on the situation." ”

Xu Zuoming: "・・・・・・"

"Toot!"

On the field, the referee had already handed the ball to Shosa.

Shosa sent the ball to Jin Kun, who brought it to the frontcourt.

is also a substitute point guard, Yang Lang, who is 1.80 meters, faces Jin Kun, who is thinner than himself, and is ready to get off the horse. So when Jin Kun was still two meters away from the three-point line, Yang Lang stepped forward directly to force him, wanting to take advantage of his height and length to force Jin Kun to stop the ball.

In this lineup of Chinese Middle School, the only thing that Feixiong Middle School is worried about is Chu Kaixia, after all, he is too tall, and the official who defends him is nearly a head shorter than him.

Therefore, for Chu Kaixia, Flying Bear Middle School is the focus of guarding, except for the official who defends him, other people's attention is more or less on him. As for the others, Flying Bear Middle School was relatively relaxed.

Yang Lang is also full of confidence in his own pressing, he believes that he can definitely stop Jin Kun and strangle the attack of the Chinese middle school in the cradle.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, when he focused all his energy on the ball. Jin Kun suddenly accelerated with a double change of direction, and passed him in an instant.

"What!" Yang Lang was taken aback, he thought that Jin Kun might get rid of him by changing direction, so he followed Jin Kun's first change of direction from his right hand to his left hand. Unexpectedly, Jin Kun immediately changed direction, and he could start immediately.

Yang Lang was easily passed this time, on the one hand, because he was careless, and on the other hand, it also reflected Jin Kun's strength.

Whether it is the timing of the change of direction or the speed of the start, it is just right, and the connection between the two movements is also perfect. Based on this alone, it can be seen that Jin Kun is also a point guard who is not simple. (To be continued.) )