94:93！ Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School scored 1 point at the end of the game, and there was less than a minute left before the full game!

The audience cheered again, and the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School also high-fived each other excitedly, in stark contrast to the frustrated players of Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School.

Looking at the eye-catching and dazzling score, they all have a feeling that the victory is slowly moving away, like the departure or disappearance of someone or something that has accompanied them for a long time, painful and profound.

"Toot!" The coach of Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School did not hesitate to choose a pause, no longer angry, no longer anxious, at this most critical critical moment, but became calm, the game is played like this, there is no way to change, can only accept, and then accompany to solve, no matter what, after a minute, everything will be settled.

"Don't be discouraged, we still have two more chances to attack, as long as we score one goal and defend one goal, the victory will still be ours!" He inspired the players who were gasping for breath on the bench, took the tactical board and rearranged the attacking tactics.

is still with Ding Chaowen and Xie Haoyu as the core, through the blocking and dismantling of the two as the starting point of the attack, the center Zhang Wu is out, and the rest are pulled to the outside to look for offensive opportunities.

"Remember, you must be flexible in your running position, don't wait rigidly for opportunities, opportunities are found through running, not stupid waiting!" After the coach finally said this, his heart suddenly felt a lot easier, he did everything he could, and then it depends on the player's own performance, success or defeat, success and fame, only in this last minute!

After the timeout, the game continued, and Xuanyang hit four goals.

Xie Haoyu dribbled the ball over the half court after receiving the ball, and then played blocking and dismantling with Ding Chaowen, who was mentioned in the high position, according to the tactics, and broke through to the inside line by covering.

Lu Yefeng and Yu Jiang came over to defend themselves, and in line with the principle of preferring to foul and not let the goal score, they rushed towards him fiercely.

Xie Haoyu wanted to force a layup against someone, but he keenly caught a glimpse of Zhao Bing in the bottom corner out of the vacancy, and between the lightning and flint, he made a decision in an instant, choosing to continue to believe in his teammates and choose better shooting opportunities. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball flew towards Zhao Bing.

Zhao Bing received the basketball, but did not shoot immediately, but showed a trace of hesitation and fear.

In the last round, it was also in this position, he missed a ball and became the biggest sinner for the team to be reversed, and now, he is once again faced with a choice, to shoot or not to shoot, it is a really difficult choice.

He had the urge to cry, how could he always run out of the vacant position at this most critical moment, and Xie Haoyu also passed the ball.

"Shoot!" With a cry of surprise, he saw Xie Haoyu staring at him with a serious expression under the basket, and the look in his eyes was not questioning and complaining, but firmness and trust.

Receiving such a trust and encouragement, Zhao Bing's heart welled up with a warm current, and he no longer hesitated, and threw the basketball out like he usually trained.

"Huh!" The basketball arcs through a perfect arc and is hollow into the net.

"Entered, actually entered!!" Zhao Bing looked at his hands, his eyes shining with amazement, as if he didn't believe that he had done it himself.

"Good shot!" Xie Haoyu waved his arms excitedly, and couldn't wait to high-five Zhao Bing in celebration.

The smile on Zhao Bing's face was extremely bright, and the pressure in his heart was like a golden stone.

94:95！ Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School regained the lead, and at this time, there were only about 4o seconds left before the end of the race.

"Toot!" When the whistle blew, Wei Guoming immediately called a timeout and arranged the tactics of this last attack.

In the stands, the audience has set off a round of feverish discussion, this game is so thrilling that it is really not known until the last second, and it is impossible to guess whether this game can be won.

"How do I have the illusion of looking at nBa! This last moment is too stale! One spectator exclaimed.

"It's the final! Wonderful is a must! A player said triumphantly, with a smile on his face, it seems that he is a fan of Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School, and now he is happy for Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School.

"Don't be too complacent! Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School will definitely enter this attack! Another player said angrily, very unwilling.

"It's hard to say, there was an element of luck in the previous goal, and now Zhang Yufeng is injured and tired, coupled with this huge pressure, I guess he won't score the last goal!"

"Zhang Yufeng has scored so many incredible goals, and this goal will definitely be scored!" Another fan said, with a fanaticism on his face, looking like a loyal fan of Zhang Yufeng.

"Hmph, let's see the final result!! The fan of Xuanyang No. 4 Middle School snorted coldly and said lightly, but he was extremely nervous in his heart, he watched the whole game, and naturally knew how incomrutable Zhang Yufeng's performance was, so he was really scared in his heart, if he was killed, it would be a pity.

There were many people in the audience who thought the same way as him. Everyone looked nervously looking forward to it, looking at the stadium with the tangled emotions of wanting to see it or not, wanting to know but not wanting to know, hoping to see the final result, and hoping that this game would never end.

Time was still running out and it was impossible to stop because of everyone's hope, and the timeout was soon over, and the players from both sides returned to the field to prepare for this final battle of attack and defense.

Xuanyang is a middle ball.

After receiving the ball, Luo Wenhao passed the ball directly to Zhang Yufeng, and then pulled away the distance, taking away the defender, leaving him plenty of space to play alone.

Everyone was shocked, and the audience stood up, looking at this scene blankly, not expecting that after a pause, the coach of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School did not arrange any tactics, but handed over Zhang Yufeng to play singles, which really requires a certain amount of courage and courage to make a choice.

"You chose to give up, and even let you play singles, and now you have a hard time even walking, do you still want to get rid of me? Or just jump up and shoot a long-range three-pointer? Ding Chaowen stared at him, his tone was full of surprise, and finally changed to mockery.

Ding Chaowen looked at the floor, now he was a little forward in the middle line, if Zhang Yufeng was here to shoot three points directly, he would never believe it, but thinking that the opponent was Zhang Yufeng, he still cautiously moved forward.

"Humph!" Zhang Yufeng's face was serious, his eyes stared at the chronograph, watching the time pass by second by second, as if he had forgotten that he was an injured person, and his left foot slowly stepped forward, moving constantly with the change of dribbling rhythm.

Ding Chaowen suddenly changed color and became more careful, he knew that Zhang Yufeng was at the end of his crossbow, because he saw the dense sweat on Zhang Yufeng's forehead, as if it had just been fished out of the water, wet, it was the sweat brought by pain.

Under the gaze of thousands of spectators, he suddenly moved!

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