Chapter Seventy-Three: The Quarterfinals

'Whew! 'Hollow into the net!

"Good shot!" Yang Juncheng shouted, "Step-back jump shot, or three points, I am very confident in my shooting and strength!" ”

"That's a must. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhang Yufeng smiled and issued a declaration of victory, "I will win you." ”

"We'll see!" Cheng dribbled the ball and started to attack, it was still a simple action, but it worked very well, a mid-range jumper, and hit it steadily.

The two sides went back and forth, not giving in to each other, and finally Zhang Yufeng took the lead in getting the 10th point and won the bullfight with only one goal.

The two of them sat on the basketball court, panting and sweating profusely.

Acquaintance glanced at each other, and invariably smiled.

"Happy, happy, I didn't expect to meet such an interesting little doll of yours today, it's really my luck." Yang Juncheng laughed.

"I'm already in my first year of junior high school, and I'm fourteen years old this year, which is not young." Zhang Yufeng said.

"Haha." Yang Juncheng then laughed, "It's not small, it's really not small." ”

"Tell me quickly, why is your style of play so simple, but so practical?" Zhang Yufeng hurriedly asked, this is the question he is most concerned about.

"Strength! Tips for simplifying the complex. Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said leisurely, "I am an adult, all the functions of my body are very mature, and you are still a child, although I have a lot of muscles and strong strength, but I have not yet matured, so in this regard, I have an absolute advantage, since I have an advantage in my body, then I don't need to use those complicated and cumbersome technical actions to break through you, I only need strength." ”

"As for simplifying the complex,......" Yang Juncheng muttered for a moment, as if organizing the language.

"Basketball is a sport that is always changing, all moves are inseparable from basic movements, and all the purpose is to score goals, so that you can confuse your opponent and save your physical strength."

"When you grow a little bit more and your judgment is better, you will be able to accurately judge the defender's ability, read his defensive skills, and make changes in the attack, whether it is simple or complex, it is all up to the opponent."

Zhang Yufeng listened, pondered, and finally nodded as if he didn't understand, "It seems to make some sense." ”

"Makes sense?" Yang Juncheng smiled, "It's a little reasonable." ”

"Huh." Zhang Yufeng smiled embarrassedly, "Thank you for telling me these things, it's late, I'm going back." ”

With that, he got up, picked up the basketball on the ground, and walked towards the deep bluestone path.

"When we meet in Pingshui, is it good to leave a name?" Yang Juncheng asked loudly in the back.

"Since it's a meeting in Pingshui, what name do you have left?" Zhang Yufeng turned around and said, disappearing into the darkness.

"......" Yang Juncheng looked confused, he didn't expect this young man to be quite cautious, and then laughed, "An interesting young man, and a young man with a lot of basketball talent, there must be a reason for coming here to practice late at night, what?" ”

He muttered to himself as he stood up and walked off into the distance.

When he walked out of the bluestone path, the searchlight behind him was also extinguished, and his body was instantly plunged into darkness.

He looked at his watch, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and he couldn't help but realize that all the lights in the park would be turned off at this time.

Feeling dark, out of the park, on the avenue, Yang Juncheng hurried to the house, and then remembered to wait for his wife at home,......

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Zhang Yufeng returned to the hotel, everyone slept, and only Chen Feng was waiting for him.

"Went to practice?" Chen Feng looked at the sweaty young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yufeng wiped his sweat and nodded, "I went to the park to practice for a while." ”

"Oh? Although there is no game tomorrow, it will be the day after tomorrow, and you can't break your toss. Chen Feng said with concern.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yufeng felt a trace of warmth in his heart, "I have a sense of proportion." ”

"Hmm." Chen Feng glanced at him a few more times, "Okay, let's go take a shower and rest, there will be training tomorrow." ”

"I'll go in first." Zhang Yufeng said goodbye and returned to his room.

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In the next day and a half, the players of Kangxian No. 3 Middle School were relatively relaxed, training, watching games, eating, sleeping, and basically doing these few things.

In the last half of the afternoon of the next day, everyone sat in the hotel, anxiously waiting for Chen Feng's return.

In the afternoon, the top eight of the junior high school group of the Xuanyang Champions Cup League have been produced, and Chen Feng went to the organizer to draw lots to determine the opponent who will enter the top four in the top eight.

The long wait, the anxious wait, every member of the team was extremely nervous. Everyone sat in a room, the electric fan on the ceiling was 'whirring', it didn't seem to have much effect, everyone was still sweating, even so, everyone didn't seem to feel the stuffiness in the room, just felt the tense atmosphere.

'Bang! With a bang, the door was opened, and Chen Feng walked in sweating.

"Coach!" All the team members stood up and looked at him nervously.

"Sit, sit, let me drink first." Chen Feng said in a calm tone, unable to hear whether it was good or bad.

"Coach, what's the situation?" Everyone couldn't help but ask.

Chen Feng drank a few sips of water, wiped his sweat, and said: "First of all, I will tell you the list of the top eight, Qinghe District No. 7 Middle School, Qinghe District No. 9 Middle School, Guhong District No. 12 Middle School, Chaoning District Donghua Middle School, Yuanyang County Middle School, Dingyuan County No. 3 Middle School, Baoping County No. 2 Middle School, and our Kang County No. 3 Middle School." ”

"What about the matchup?" Everyone asked at the same time, "Who did you draw?" ”

Chen Feng glanced at everyone, was silent for a while, and said seriously: "Donghua Middle School." ”

"Zhonghua Middle School!" The crowd groaned.

Zhang Yufeng listened to this school, and Ye Jun, who was born in the No. 1 jersey, instantly appeared in his mind, known as one of the top scoring guards in Xuanyang City.

"Who is the best scorer in this league?" Zhang Yufeng thought of it, infinite battle intent surged in his heart, he felt that his blood was burning, and his body was already boiling!!

The expressions of the rest of the team members are different, but in general, this result is still within the acceptable range, as long as it does not meet the three super strong teams of seven, nine, and twelve, although even if it does, it is not impossible to play, it is always a little difficult.

"What about the rest of the matchups?" Zhang Yufeng asked again, he was very concerned about the situation in the seventh middle school.

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said: "No. 7 Middle School vs. Yuanyang Middle School, Dingyuan No. 3 Middle School vs. Baoping County No. 2 Middle School, this is a civil war. ”

After a deep sigh, he continued: "In the last group, the ninth middle school will play against the twelfth middle school. ”

Everyone's expressions are strange, No. 9 Middle School vs. No. 12 Middle School, isn't this a reproduction of last year's finals?

No one could have imagined that two strong teams would meet together in the quarterfinals and stage a shocking battle!!

"It's really a narrow road!" Ren Qinwei said, looking at Zhang Yufeng.

Zhang Yufeng nodded, "This must be a bloody battle, I think in the quarterfinals, this group should receive the most attention." ”

"Hmm." Chen Feng nodded, "After all, it was last year's finals, and people who follow the league want to know which of the twelve or nine will be stronger and break into the top four." ”

"If we make it to the Final Four, who will we play against?" Liu Weiqiang asked suddenly.

"According to the regulations! It's nine or twelve. Chen Feng said, his tone becoming a little heavy.

Everyone was silent, and the next game was really harder to fight.

"Don't think about it, our task now is to win tomorrow afternoon's race!! Do you have faith? Chen Feng suddenly ignited pride and said excitedly.

"Yes!" The crowd opened their mouths and shouted softly, not loud and full of momentum.

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