When shooting a basketball, there is only one shooting route that ordinary people can choose. The pen is www.biquge.info and Yun Feng's leaning is so large that he has many shooting routes to choose from, and different routes can cause different results, but in the end, the ball can fall into the basket. So if you want to stop Yun Feng's back, you must first know which route he will choose to shoot. And the method of knowing which route Yun Feng would shoot to, only Qin Yu knew before. Now, apparently, there is a second person.

"Toot!" The ball was flown out of bounds by the Nightshade Hat, and the referee's whistle sounded like the final whistle.

The score was 96:103, and the clock was only 35 seconds left.

"Your backs are really good, and if it were anyone else, even knowing which route you chose wouldn't necessarily stop you. Ye Mingtian said to Yun Feng: "Because there is only one time to know which route you are shooting towards, and that is the moment when your ball is about to leave your hand." So if you don't have a strong instantaneous explosive power, even if you know it, it's useless. ”

Ye Mingtian's words are also boasting about his explosive power in disguise.

"Yun Feng!" Li Hua shouted, then pointed to the timer.

Yun Feng understood what Li Hua meant, the game was not over yet, and he couldn't give up yet.

In the audience, Zheng Wei had already begun to laugh, "35 seconds, 7 minutes, maybe they will have a Maddie moment." ”

"Maddie's moment?" Fang Le's gaze unconsciously slipped to Ren Yan and said with a smile: "It's possible." ”

"Really!?" Zheng Wei was speechless, he just said casually, is Fang Le serious? As the Chinese middle school is now, let alone 35 seconds, even if it is given 1 minute and 35 seconds, it is probably impossible.

In the medical room, Ling Hao was taking a drip, a medicine that can restore energy. When he saw Yun Feng's back-tilted quilt hat, he sat up excitedly, shook his head in despair, and said, "How come, I didn't expect even Yun Feng's perverted backward jumper to be capped." What kind of monster is Night Narration? ”

35 seconds, 7 minutes. Ling Hao also thought of Maddie's moment at the first moment, and felt that there was still hope of winning. But in the end, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Don't kid yourself, we've already lost." ”

On the court, Wen Hao walked out of bounds to serve.

"Toot!" the referee handed the ball to Wen Hao, and the players on the field immediately ran.

The players of Thunderstorm Middle School defended perfectly, and they had been clinging to the players of Chinese Middle School, and Yun Feng was even more sandwiched by Ye Mingtian and Tang Xuehui, and there was no chance to receive the ball at all.

Seeing that it was almost 5 seconds, at this critical moment, Xiao Ling stood up. He used flexible movement to successfully get rid of Situ Wuregret, receiving the ball outside the three-point line, jumping, shooting, and scoring the ball, and the time was only 2 seconds later.

The score is 99:103, and the time is 33 seconds.

"The game is not over yet, we must not give up!" Xiao Ling also shouted as if venting as the ball went in.

"That's right, we have to fight until the last moment!" Infected by Xiao Ling's behavior, Wen Hao also shouted.

"We win like a man! We have to lose like a man! We can't let them look down on us! Show our last strength! Let them know! Our Chinese middle school is not easy to bully!" Zhao Xinxin shouted in the loudest voice, and almost everyone in the audience heard it.

"It's rare to reach the final, don't let yourself be left with regrets, in the last 33 seconds, let's give our best performance!!" Ren Yan's last sentence made his throat hoarse.

"Good !!" on the field, the players of the Chinese middle school shouted in unison.

"Chinese!Chinese!Chinese!"

"Chinese Middle School Cheer !!"

"Chinese High School!! Never Give Up !!"

At this time, whether it is the fans of Thunderstorm Middle School or the fans of Chinese Middle School, they all cheer for Chinese Middle School together.

Some Chinese middle school students were moved to tears, and they no longer knew how to express their current feelings.

"See, that's the result of our efforts. Even if we lose the game, but here..." Li Hua's eyes gradually moistened, he beat his chest, and said, "You will always be the winners." ”

"They're really a good group of players and they are opponents who deserve our respect. Seeing that the audience was cheering for the Chinese Middle School, the night guard couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe they will become the biggest enemy of Thunderstorm Middle School in the national competition." ”

Back on the field, the Chinese middle school launched an iron-blooded defense, as if they didn't know how to be tired, they squeezed out every muscle, every cell's strength, and prevented the thunderstorm middle school from having no chance to shoot at all.

"How could it be!" Even Ye Mingtian, who had always been proud, panicked, looking at Yun Feng, who could be said to be crumbling in front of him, he couldn't even pass him.

"Damn!" Ye Mingtian suddenly turned around and began to fight Yun Feng.

"Grass, do you have a conscience!" Xiao Ling scolded angrily.

Ye Ming Tianming knew that Yun Feng had no physical strength, and deliberately wanted to beat him, for his move, Xiao Ling was not the only one who was angry, and almost the entire audience felt unhappy.

"Void~~~!" The audience erupted in a burst of boos.

"Cut!" Ye Mingtian ignored the sound in his ears and hit it hard, while Yun Feng fell to the ground due to lack of physical strength.

"I won't give up!" Yun Feng immediately got up and went to stop Ye Mingtian from shooting. Unfortunately, it was a step too late, and the ball had already left Ye Mingtian's fingertips and flew towards the basket.

Unexpectedly, Ye Mingtian didn't shoot in such an empty position. The ball rolled around the basket and fell out, and Zhao Xin grabbed the rebound.

There were only 10 seconds left in the time, and Yun Feng took the ball and dribbled it to the front court under the strict defense of Ye Mingtian, and it took 5 seconds.

"5, 4, 3, 2・・・・・・" The audience began to count down.

"Remember. Yun Feng gritted his teeth, supported his already exhausted body with his will, and dribbled to the free throw line, "We are..."

Yun Feng jumped and leaned back.

"It's useless, I've seen your shooting path clearly. Ye Mingtian also jumped, his hand covering the top of the basketball accurately, ready to cap the ball again.

"We are..." Yun Feng's leaning back had reached 45 degrees, and everyone thought he was going to shoot. But as a result, Yun Feng continued to fall backwards, and in everyone's surprised eyes, Yun Feng actually leaned back 90 degrees, his upper body was almost level with the ground, and he shouted: "Chinese middle school, !!"

In Yun Feng's roar, in Ye Mingtian's expression as if he had seen an alien, the ball was thrown.

The audience of "1!!" also counted down.

The ball smoothly crossed Ye Mingtian's fingertips, but Yun Feng was unable to exert his strength and control the angle because of the excessive backward amplitude, resulting in the ball falling down without flying far after crossing Ye Mingtian's fingertips, and finally did not even touch the basket.

"Pong!" the basketball fell to the ground.

"Drop!" the final whistle sounded.

"Bang!" Yun Feng fell to the ground hard.

The score was 99:103, and the Chinese middle school was defeated.