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"It's quite imposing to shout, but I don't know what the strength is?" A contemptuous voice rang out.

Another sneer sounded, "I've seen enough, you see how nervous they were just now, it's hard to play on the field." ”

"Coach, do we need to watch any more?"

"Look, of course you have to." The coach of Donghua Middle School squinted slightly, looked at the bench of Kangxian No. 3 Middle School, locked on Zhang Yufeng, who was wearing the No. 8 jersey, and the information from the investigation a few days ago came to his mind, and he thought in his heart, "No. 8, the game in the county is too amateurish, now standing on the real field, let me see what you are capable of?" ”

In the corner of the stands, Ji Fan and Lu Shaojie sat in the last row.

Lu Shaojie said in a slightly mocking tone: "Zhang Yufeng seems to be a little nervous!" ”

Ji Fan smiled lightly, "He will adjust quickly." ”

"Hey!!" A voice sounded from behind them, startling them.

"Tang Fei, you're going to die! Scared the hell out of me. Lu Shaojie patted his chest and said dissatisfied.

Tang Fei made a leap, moved to their row, sat next to Lu Shaojie, and said with a smile: "I'm kidding you." ”

"Why are you still here?" Lu Shaojie said, "The competition of Tung Wah Middle School has ended. ”

"I know." Tang Fei said, "I also want to watch this game, I want to see Ji Fan's friends, tell me, which player is he on the field?" ”

Lu Shaojie pointed to the field and said: "The one in Kangxian No. 3 Middle School who wears the No. 8 jersey is named Zhang Yufeng!" ”

"Oh!" Tang Fei responded, stopped talking, and focused his attention on the arena, because the game was about to start.

On the court, the coaches of both sides have handed over the starting list to the judges' bench.

Kangxian No. 3 Middle School is still a regular lineup.

No. 4 center, Liu Weiqiang.

No. 15 power forward, Ren Qinwei.

No. 14 small forward, Liu Yuan.

No. 8 scoring guard, Zhang Yufeng.

No. 10 point guard, Wang Xu.

The starting list of Shang County No. 3 Middle School:

No. 4 center, Zhang Qiang.

No. 6 power forward, Liu Anping.

No. 9 small forward, Wu Feiyu.

No. 11 scoring guard, Zhang Dehui.

No. 13 point guard, Zhao Zhiwei.

Players from both sides enter their positions and prepare to jump the ball.

The referee stands between the two center forwards and throws the ball high into the air.

Liu Weiqiang and Zhang Qiang jumped up at the same time, using all their strength to shoot the basketball that fell in the air.

'Smack! The basketball was sent to Zhang Yufeng, who passed the ball to Wang Xu, and then quickly ran to the front court.

Wang Xu dribbles forward.

The rest of the players actively ran and constantly changed defenses, looking for open spaces. The basketball was passed around, and he didn't find a chance, the time was consumed quickly, and he was about to violate the rule in 24 seconds, in desperation, Zhang Yufeng received the ball and went a little inside the three-point line on the right side, and hurriedly shot the basket.

'Bell! 'Middle front basket.

Liu Weiqiang and Zhang Qiang jumped up at the same time, and Zhang Qiang took the lead in touching the ball and racked it out.

The basketball fell into the hands of No. 13 Zhao Zhiwei, who dribbled and ran wildly, wanting to play a fast break. Wang Xu, who was staring at the defense, desperately chased after him, forming a dozen and one, Zhao Zhiwei dribbled against Wang Xu to break through, and wanted to go to the basket at the same time. The two jumped up at the same time, forming a confrontation in the air, and Wang Xu raised his hand high, which greatly interfered with Zhao Zhiwei.

Zhao Zhiwei is worthy of being the trump card of Shangxian No. 4 Middle School, he is very calm, holding the basketball high, stretching his arm out, pulling away a little distance, and shaking his wrist lightly, the basketball is pushed out.

The basketball landed on the hoop, spun in circles on the basket, and fell outside.

Wang Xu grabbed the rebound, ran to the frontcourt, and passed the ball to Zhang Yufeng, who came up to answer.

Zhang Yufeng passes the ball out and runs the position.

Liu Yuan ran out of the empty space, and the ball also reached his hands, without hesitation, shooting from mid-distance.

'Bell! 'Basketball is on the hoop again!'

This time, Zhang Qiang stuck in the position and grabbed the rebound.

"Quick! Back to Defense!! Zhang Yufeng shouted and quickly ran to the backfield.

Everyone quickly ran back to the backfield, settled in a good position, and waited!

Zhao Zhiwei broke through with the ball, encountered a bag, and had no choice but to pass the ball out to the hands of No. 11 scoring guard Zhang Dehui.

Zhang Yufeng pounced on him, clinging to him, not giving him space to shoot, and he had no choice but to pass the ball out.

There was not much time left, and Zhao Zhiwei was hoisted into the hands of Zhang Qiang, the inner line.

Zhang Qiang held the ball and hit Liu Weiqiang, pushed it a few times, and half-turned to hook his hand.

'Bell! 'It's still iron.

Liu Weiqiang grabbed the rebound and passed the ball to Wang Xu, who immediately went down quickly and passed the ball to Zhang Yufeng, who was running on the other side.

The opposite side was extremely fast, and Zhang Yufeng had no chance to play a fast attack, so he slowed down the dribbling, stabilized the rhythm, and observed everyone's running position while dribbling.

Suddenly, his body shook, a big change of direction, passed the defender, and made a pull-up jumper!!

The basketball flies in a perfect arc in the air.

"Come in! Come in! Everyone clenched their fists and whispered.

The sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and with the sound of a 'bell', the basketball hit the basket and flew out.

Zhang Yufeng frowned, shook his head helplessly, and ran to the backfield.

The game went on for more than three minutes, and the score was still 0:0, and neither side scored.

The audience really can't stand it.

"Wow!" There was a chorus of boos from the crowd and dissatisfaction with both teams.

"What kind of game is this? It's ugly. ”

"Do elementary school students strike iron back and forth?"

"It was the most ugly game I've ever seen."

Some viewers didn't even want to watch it anymore and chose to leave.

The players of Donghua Middle School also complained.

"It's a game you can't watch." Said one of the players.

"Ye Jun's choice to leave is really witty." Another player said.

"Okay, watch the ball." Ding Chaowen frowned and said, he also had doubts in his heart, the people who could come to the city to compete were the first in each county, was it just this kind of iron-striking performance?

In the corner, Tang Fei glanced at Ji Fan, and saw that he was still sitting calmly, not worried at all, and couldn't help but wonder, the game was like this, Ji Fan was still so confident?

On the court, Zhao Zhiwei broke through with the ball, and Zhang Yufeng implemented tactics and continued to go up to wrap up.

Zhao Zhiwei passed the ball out, and then transferred it one after another, and the speed of the pass was very fast.

After constantly passing the ball quickly, he finally found an opportunity, the basket was empty, Ren Qinwei hurriedly pounced, but it was too late, and the opponent's No. 6 power forward Liu Anping played a basket and put the ball into the basket.

"Yay!"

"Good shot!" The players of Shang County No. 4 High School were excited, and after a few rounds, they finally broke the scoring drought.

In the next few rounds, Shangxian No. 4 Middle School played better and better, and the more he played, he scored three goals in a row through exquisite cooperation, and the score came to 6:0.

The players of Kangxian No. 3 Middle School still had their offense blocked, and the game went on for half a quarter without scoring a point.

The players stood on the field, looking at the scoreboard, with a slight frustration on their faces.

Nervousness combined with frustration left the players demoralized to the extreme.

In the stands, Tang Fei couldn't help but say: "It seems that the offense of Kangxian No. 3 Middle School is in trouble, and there is no score in the half quarter, which is not only tense, but also affects morale!" ”

"yes!" Lu Shaojie said with interest, "Zhang Yufeng shot three times, but didn't hit a single goal, I don't know how he will adjust?" Ji Fan, what do you think? ”

He looked at Ji Fan, and Tang Fei also looked at Ji Fan, all waiting for him to speak.

Ji Fan smiled lightly, his eyes as deep as the starry sky became brighter and brighter, and said softly: "Let's keep reading, I'm also curious, how should Yu Feng deal with this sluggish performance and trapped situation??" ”