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However, the ball was converted, and in a blink of an eye, Chen Feng took the ball again, and in the face of Tang Chaoyang and Sun Wei's bag defense, he took a step back and shot almost a meter outside the three-point line, which scared the people in the eighth middle school into a panic.

Unfortunately, the ball was a little shorter and couldn't be thrown.

"Rebounding!" Tang Chaoyang yelled, ready to rush to grab the rebound, because the ball was popping up in the front, and it was impossible for Hou Fei to get it.

A figure flashed, Tang Chaoyang only felt a flower in front of him, and the figure had already run past him, copied the ball, and took a step to the side.

"It's Yu Qian!" Tang Chaoyang was shocked.

I saw that Yu Qian stopped after taking a step, turned over and jumped, and threw the ball out with a little backward arc. With a "bang", the hollow hit.

"Good shot!"

The crowd shouted and cheered.

On the side of the eighth middle school, they are all silent, feeling helpless, one Chen Feng, one Yu Qian, even if Chen Feng can't shoot, Yu Qian can score, so you can't help it.

The ball returned to the hands of the eighth middle school, the offense was fruitless, Cheng Chen's shooting hit the iron, and Zhang Long got the rebound, and quickly formed a counterattack. After a few passes, the ball was in Chen Feng's hands again, and at this time he had already run out of the empty space by covering and shot easily.

"Huh!"

Another three-point hit!

The score became 68:66, and the first hit overtook it.

In the audience, the students of No. 1 Middle School all jumped up excitedly, and now it is to overtake the score, so the next step is to widen the score difference and defeat the enemy. No one doubts the strength of No. 1 Middle School, from the moment Chen Feng and Yu Qian broke out, the ending of No. 8 Middle School seemed to be doomed, and it could only be failure.

......

Outside the arena, in the hallway.

A young man stood quietly outside, listening to the noise coming from the stadium, his face was uncertain, one moment surprised, one moment helpless, and the other full of fighting spirit.

"Xiao Yi." Footsteps sounded, and Tang Hongtao, the coach of No. 9 Middle School, walked over, stopped the young man, and said, "Why don't you go in?" ”

"Don't want to go in." Ning Yi shook his head and said, "It's too noisy inside." ”

Tang Hongtao asked with a smile: "Then you don't want to know about the game?" ”

"I don't have to go in to know that." Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a wry smile: "I knew from listening to the boos inside, the boos were loud at the beginning, and they were very excited. Although the boos are still very loud now, there is obviously a lack of confidence, and the first middle school should be ahead of the eighth middle school. ”

"Clever." Tang Hongtao praised it, and his expression became serious, "I went in and looked at it for a while just now, and I have to say that the first middle school is really strong, and the eighth middle school will definitely lose." ”

"Oh." Ning Yi's expression froze, although he had long known that No. 1 Middle School was very strong, but when he said it from the coach's mouth, the meaning was different.

If someone else said it, it would simply mean that the first middle school was strong, but Tang Hongtao said it, so he naturally compared it with the ninth middle school in his heart. He said that No. 1 Middle School is very strong, which means that in his opinion, No. 9 Middle School may not be the opponent of No. 1 Middle School.

"Even we are not the opponents of No. 1 Middle School, and the coach is so unconfident?" Ning Yi frowned, feeling very unconvinced.

Although his personality is simple and quiet, he is a young man in the end, and he has the same enthusiasm and pride of young people, and he will not admit defeat before he compares.

Looking at the stadium, Ning Yi said silently in his heart: "Yizhong, I hope we can meet soon, I can't wait." ”

......

"Huh!"

On the court, Chen Feng hit another three-point shot, which further widened the score.

Seeing that the people in the eighth middle school were out of breath and had no fighting spirit, Wu Kai got up and pulled Zhao Long, "Let's go, the game is no longer interesting." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Long got up, glanced at the scoreboard, and shook his head helplessly, feeling a little sympathetic to Bazhong.

At the beginning of the third quarter, the eight middle school still had a 14-point advantage, but at this point, there were still a few seconds left before the end of the third quarter, and the eighth middle school not only lost the advantage, but was pulled away by the first middle school. At 86:74, the eighth middle school was actually 12 points behind.

The reason why this is the case is only because of Chen Feng and Yu Qian.

In this quarter, Chen Feng and Yu Qian completely turned into scoring machines, even shooting with sudden shots, as well as free throws, in just one quarter, the two scored a total of 34 points. You must know that in the entire third quarter, the entire team of the Eighth Middle School scored only 14 points, which was less than half of the two.

On the other side, a student from No. 9 Middle School got up, greeted his friends around him, and said excitedly: "Let's go, there's nothing to see." ”

"Don't look at it?" Next to him, a glasses was stunned and said, "There is still one section, the eighth middle school is only 12 points behind, and there is still a chance." ”

"Mao's chance." The man from before pouted, "Look at the players in the eighth middle school, several starters have basically played the full three quarters, and their physical strength is no longer good." What's more, their morale has already been crushed by No. 1 Middle School, and their hearts are all discharged, so what are they going to fight with others? ”

"......" The glasses froze, shook his head, got up and said, "Let's go, don't look at it." ”

In the audience, many No. 9 Middle School students began to leave, and although the game was only over in the third quarter, no one wanted to watch the fourth quarter.

......

Soon, the fourth quarter began.

Lu Fuyang replaced the main lineup, and sent Shi Xiaomeng to train his troops.

No. 8 Middle School first got on the bench lineup, and after playing for a few minutes, he was still unwilling to admit defeat, and sent Tang Chaoyang and other main forces.

Lu Fuyang naturally did not take it lightly, and also sent Chen Feng and Yu Qian, but the game became garbage time with more than three minutes left in the fourth quarter. Tang Chaoyang and others had too much physical exertion, and they kept striking iron, but Chen Feng and Yu Qian scored points one after another, and the score gap further widened.

Seeing that there was not much time, Gao Hong, the coach of the eighth middle school, was completely dead, replaced Tang Chaoyang and others, and replaced them to finish the job.

"Toot ......"

In the end, the whistle blew and the game ended, and the score was fixed at 104:86, with the first middle school beating the eighth middle school by a huge advantage of 18 points.

Everyone in the eighth middle school hung their heads, and their faces were full of loss.

It's over, it's their first and last game in this edition of the City League, and that's how it is in the knockout round, a fight is a matter of life and death.

"Let's go, shake each other's hands, and go back to school." Gao Hong patted Tang Chaoyang, squeezed out an ugly smile, and comforted, "You have done your best." ”

"yes, we've tried our best, but why are we still losing?" Tang Chaoyang got up, but there was a lingering haze in his heart, everyone had tried their best, but they still lost. This is the reality, it can only be said that the eighth middle school is not strong enough, and he is not strong enough.