Before he could rejoice, he fell into great sorrow. This is the best description of Ye Jun at this moment.

He didn't expect that his last long-range three-pointer would be able to go in, and he didn't expect that time would pass so quickly that he didn't even have a chance to foul the game.

The game came to an end at this moment, the ending was already doomed, and everything was in the past.

There was a dead silence in the arena, and the spectators held their breath and were filled with grief, and before they could recover from the shock of the distant three-pointer, they immediately fell into the whistle of the end of the game.

It was an evocative game, and obviously the audience was still in the aftertaste.

This game is no longer enough to describe as intense, it is simply tragic, both sides played unimaginably wonderful performances, and staged a gluttonous feast for the audience.

"Whew!" Zhang Yufeng breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest in fear, and relieved the pent-up fright in his heart.

Ye Jun's ball just now was so surprised that it really scared him.

When he saw the basketball in the frame, he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the whole person was excited, and cold sweat was like dew in the morning, which instantly overflowed from his skin.

Fortunately, fortunately, the time is over, the whistle blows, the game is over, if not, what will happen after that, it is really impossible to predict.

"Won. We won! A voice whispered, then grew louder and higher, breaking the silence of the arena.

Immediately afterwards, the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School began to cheer, began to run, and rushed towards Zhang Yufeng.

"It's great to win, win, win." The cheerleaders said one after another, and the excitement could not be concealed in the crisp and beautiful voice.

Zhao Mengshan looked at Zhang Yufeng with teary eyes, a huge sense of joy welled up in her heart, thinking of Zhang Yufeng's desperate wonderful performance just now, and her domineering spirit on the court, she couldn't help but shed tears.

In fact, not only Zhao Mengshan cried, but Du Kuan also cried, and many players from Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School cried, especially those players in the third year of high school, who no longer controlled their emotions and let tears run across their faces.

Du Kuan stood up from the bench, looking at the score that had been permanently fixed, and still felt like he was living in a dream.

Final Four!!

He has struggled for two years, worked hard for two years, and shouted slogans for two years, but he is still hovering outside the top 16, and now, he has really achieved this goal that he dreamed of, which is somewhat unreal.

It wasn't until he saw the ecstatic performance of the players, excited cheers and tears, that he believed that all this was true, not his own fantasy.

Zhang Yufeng was surrounded by everyone, hugged each other, and chanted his name.

He laughed, enjoying the joy of the victory.

The audience was mixed, those Longteng High School fans sobbed sadly, they also broke into the semifinals last year, I thought that this year would go further, but I didn't expect the dream to break the quarterfinals, this result is really unacceptable.

Those fans of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School cheered and applauded loudly, shouting Zhang Yufeng's name, and did not hide their love and admiration for him.

The players from Longteng High School walked back to the bench in a lonely way, and without stopping for long, they left the court and returned to the locker room.

Ye Jun walked in the front, he hated everything now, hated those cheers, hated those smiling faces with tears, hated everyone in Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School, and hated himself for not being strong enough to lead the team to victory.

He didn't want to stay on the pitch for a second, he wanted to leave this place quickly, leave this sad place, and maybe alleviate the grief now.

Coach Sun He walked at the back, full of self-blame, if he called a timeout at the last moment, maybe everything would be different!

He regretted it to the extreme, when Zhang Yufeng completed the last attack, he wanted to call a timeout and rearrange his tactics, but seeing Ye Jun desperately dribbling forward, he hesitated in his heart, and then gave up the idea of calling a timeout.

He chose to believe in Ye Jun!

Facts have proved that his belief is correct, but his judgment is really wrong, if he calls a timeout to arrange, and then Ye Jun attacks, then there is still a chance to foul, and now there is no chance to foul.

Of course, after calling a timeout, Ye Jun may not be able to shoot such an earth-shattering three-point shot, so strictly speaking, there is no right or wrong choice in the end, but because he can't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Zhang Yufeng was surrounded by everyone in the middle, but he still saw Ye Jun's lonely back, and he couldn't help but condense in his heart, for such a comparable opponent, all he could give was respect!

He shook his head, putting these emotions behind him and devoting himself to the celebration of victory.

Wei Guoming stood on the edge of the court, squinting his eyes and looking at them with a smile, as if he saw his young self from them.

In the stands, Song Jie took the last photo, then put down the photo in his hand, let out a long breath, and sighed: "It's finally over, although I only watched the second half, I still feel that this game is quite long, but I feel that it passes quickly, it's really strange!" ”

"Because there are too many raw stories, it feels long, and because the game is too intense, it feels like it passes quickly." Yang Juncheng said, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hmm!" Song Huang unexpectedly didn't argue, but nodded, "This game is really exciting, both sides played at a very high level of competition, I think no matter how young you are, this is a classic game." ”

"Because of the great duel between Zhang Yufeng and Ye Jun, this game is classic." Yang Juncheng said, "I'll ask for a data sheet in a while, I want to see the data of the two." ”

"I estimate that both of them can score more than 4o points." Song Jie said, with a light in his eyes, and he was very much looking forward to seeing the data of the two.

While the two were talking, the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School ended their cheers, packed their things and returned to the locker room, and the audience in the hall began to disperse.

There are many players from other teams who are excited to leave and can't wait to tell their teammates and coaches about the excitement and results of this game.

In the crowd, Ren Qinwei and Hu Yue were mixed in, they watched the whole game in a low-key manner in the corner, and they were also excited, nervous, and cheering, but in the end there was no road, because it would be the semifinals in a few days, and wouldn't it be more interesting to meet again at that time.

"Let's go too!" Song Jie packed up his camera, got up and said.

Yang Juncheng shook his head, "No, don't go." ”

"What do you mean? Want to stay in this arena for the winter? Song Jie frowned slightly.

"No!" Yang Juncheng got up, his eyes flashed, and he said excitedly, "Let's go and meet Mr. Wei Guoming, and take a look at Zhang Yufeng by the way!" ”

Song Jie's eyes lit up and nodded slightly.

ps: second update.

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