During the halftime break, the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School were very excited, and everyone did not expect to play such a wonderful performance at the end of the first half, which was already expected.

Except, of course, Guo Yanbing.

He was ruthlessly reprimanded by Zhang Yufeng, and he still hasn't come to his senses, he has been staying, and he seems to be still thinking about what Zhang Yufeng said.

Everyone's attention was on the game, so they didn't pay attention to his anomaly.

Wei Guoming squinted at everyone and nodded with satisfaction, "Your performance in the first half was great, and you will continue to work hard in the second half, strive to smooth out the score difference, and let them know our true strength!" ”

"Don't worry, coach, leave it to us in the second half!" Lu Yefeng said with a smile while drinking water.

"You're a good kid, you didn't lose the face of our center!" Du Kuan gave a thumbs up and praised.

Receiving the praise of his predecessor and captain, Lu Yefeng blushed all of a sudden, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you for the captain's praise, I will continue to work hard." ”

"Haha!" Everyone laughed, amused by his shy demeanor.

"Lu Yefeng, you are more than 19o big, and you are still blushing, I feel ashamed for you." Han Yanshuo said.

Although there was a sarcasm in the words, everyone could tell that it was a joke.

"What's the matter with you?" Lu Yefeng said, glaring at Han Yanshuo.

"I'm going to go head-to-head with you and see which of us is skilled at dribbling." Han Yanshuo said proudly.

"Cut! I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. Lu Yefeng waved his hand, turned around, and no longer paid attention to Han Yanshuo.

Han Yanshuo laughed, revealing a proud expression.

Too lazy to pay attention to you! This is something that you will only say when you know that you have nothing to say.

Zhang Yufeng smiled, looking at the high fighting spirit displayed by everyone, his heart was very full. This is the Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School he wants to see, this is the Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School in his heart, although it is not perfect enough, but at least it is vigorous and has fighting spirit, and the future will get better and better.

What is lacking now is only tempering and experience, I believe that with the start and deepening of the league, everyone's performance will get better and better, and it will be better and better!!

The break passed quickly and the second half restarted.

At the beginning, the middle school attached to the establishment of the hospital played a wave of small climaxes, and Fang Jun scored 6 points in a row, expanding the score advantage to 22 points for the team.

Even so, Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School did not show the panic at the beginning of the first quarter.

Under the organization and command of Luo Wenhao, they are in an orderly manner, actively running, not wasting an offensive opportunity, Luo Wenhao can pass the ball to the empty position just right every time, and the players in the empty position are also quite competitive, and throw the ball into the basket steadily.

For a while, the two sides fell into a stalemate again, but a situation that was not conducive to the establishment of the hospital attached to the middle school gradually emerged.

As the game deepens, Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School is getting better and better, and the intensity of defense is also increasing step by step, because the middle school attached to the Jianyuan has not yet adapted to this defensive intensity, so it frequently hits iron, and the hit rate drops sharply, but fortunately, there is a player in their team who can withstand the pressure, use personal ability to frequently attack successfully, and maintain a stalemate with Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School.

But no matter how good a player is, there are times when he is tired, and no matter how hot the feeling is, there are times when it cools down.

In the second half of the third quarter, Fang Jun finally felt a little tired, and his hand felt cold, and he struck iron several times in a row.

Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School seized this opportunity and launched a clarion call for a counteroffensive.

The five players are all brave, all vying for the lead, driven by Luo Wenhao's excellence, they played a wave of wonderful climax, directly narrowing the score to 14 points, watching the substitutes on the field cheered again and again, even Guo Yanbing was infected by the team's passionate atmosphere, forgot the previous unpleasantness, cheered together, and enjoyed the thrill of chasing in this headwind!

Li Tengfei's face was gloomy, and in desperation, he shouted the first timeout of the second half.

"What's going on? Well? What's going on? Li Tengfei patted the tactical board and said angrily.

The crowd bowed their heads and fell silent.

Although they still have a 14-point lead, they don't look like they are leaders at all, but like they have lost by 14 points.

Indeed, for them, playing a weak team like Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School, a 14-point lead is equivalent to losing.

Of course, such thoughts only exist in their subconscious, and they still exist until this moment, and the real situation is that Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School is no longer the weak team they imagined, they just don't want to believe it, so they still deceive themselves.

"Don't give them a chance, don't drag the game until the fourth quarter!" Li Tengfei said sharply and glanced at the time, "There are still 2 and a half minutes until the end of the third quarter, during this time, we must open up the difference!" Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" The crowd shouted loudly, and their faces became grim.

"Get on the field!" Li Tengfei waved his hand and shouted.

On the other side, the players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School were emotional, saw the hope of a comeback, and became more and more excited.

Wei Guoming said a few words simply, and then let everyone play.

The game continued, and the players from Jianyuan High School became more serious, trying to suppress the current fiery offensive state of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School.

However, they are still thinking too simply.

The players of Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School are now like wolves that have seen blood, the blood in their whole body is boiling, and the competitive state they show has also exceeded their normal strength.

Instead of stopping their momentum, the high school was hit with a small climax, narrowing the score to within 1o points at the end of the third quarter.

On the bench, the players of the middle school attached to the construction institute showed panic in their expressions, and they became nervous, and the situation was not as unfolded as expected, and it had been beyond their expectations.

The difference of 1o points, this is absolutely unacceptable for them, and all of this is achieved without Zhang Yufeng playing, if it is really according to what Li Jing said, Zhang Yufeng is as powerful as Ji Fan, then Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School is even more terrifying.

The thought of this makes them feel palpitations.

Li Jing sat on the bench in a daze, his eyes were gloomy, he knew that Xuanyang No. 1 Middle School would rise with a thunderous momentum, and it would no longer be the weak team that people had ridiculed before.

Li Tengfei's face was gloomy, and his previous smug and proud expression had long been thrown out of the nine days, and now he only had to think of a way to maintain the lead in the fourth quarter and win the game.

"In the fourth quarter, we changed our tactics, with Fang Jun as the core, and came up with the tactics we had been practicing before." He said.

"Coach, do you really want to use it? This is a tactic we are going to use in the league! One of the players lost his voice.

"I can't care about that much." Li Tengfei said, "Let's win this warm-up game first, if we can't win this game, why talk about entering the top four?" Everything is. ”

"Yes!" The crowd shouted in unison and walked up again.

This time, Li Tengfei was really anxious, he didn't even change the substitute, and went directly to the main force!!

PS: First update!

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