Liu Yuan served outside the bounds, and after Ren Qinwei received the ball, he accelerated to break through and rushed to the inside line to make a layup directly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unfortunately, the force was a little strong, and the basketball bounced out after a few laps on the basket.

Center Li Ze grabbed the rebound and protected it in the hands of No. 3 point guard Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang dribbled forward, and passed to Ye Jun after half time.

Perhaps because he wanted to prove himself in front of the audience too much, Ye Jun seemed a little impatient, and after taking the ball, he broke through directly and rushed towards the inside line before he could gain a firm foothold.

Zhang Yufeng guarded tightly on the wing and didn't give him a chance to make a layup in three steps.

Ye Jun seemed to lose his mind, did not pass the ball, forced his shot against the defense, and threw the basketball out with a half-hook hand.

"Rebound!" Zhang Yufeng shouted loudly, this ball shooting action was seriously deformed, and he felt that it was impossible to go in.

"Roar!" Liu Weiqiang roared angrily, stuck his position under the basket, jumped high, and grabbed the rebound under the bag of Li Ze and Lin Zhi, full of domineering.

"Run!!" He roared and passed the ball into Ren Qinwei's hands.

Ren Qinwei hurried down, as fast as the wind, while Ding Chaowen kept in mind the coach's arrangement, turned into a person chasing the wind, and followed him closely.

Ren Qinwei was impatient in his heart, and he was helpless to defend against Ding Chaowen's dog skin plaster, and he felt that he couldn't get rid of it.

"Big brother, can you give me some room to breathe?" He said as he ran.

Ding Chaowen didn't speak, but his eyes showed extraordinary toughness.

It is with this resilience and perseverance that he has been able to grow from an ordinary substitute player to the team's second leader and the best defensive player in the league!!

Ren Qinwei dribbled the ball to the half court and found that there were already players on the opposite side to defend, so he slowed down the rhythm and waited for his teammates to arrive in the front court before launching an attack again!

He passed the ball to Liu Weiqiang on the inside, hoping that he could rely on the advantage of his strength to eat on the inside, score a goal, and open up a scoreless situation.

Liu Weiqiang made a decisive choice and executed the singles.

He used luck, first squeezed Li Ze hard, then took a few steps towards the basket, and finally leaned on Li Ze's body, borrowed his strength, and jumped back to shoot.

"Come in!" Liu Weiqiang roared in a low voice, and the facial features on his face were wrinkled.

"Bell!" The basketball is like a naughty child, spinning around the hoop a few times and falling out.

Ding Chaowen had already rushed to the inside line, stood in a good position, and was ready to grab a rebound!

Ren Qinwei did not follow to the inside line, but to defend Ye Jun, Zhang Yufeng switched to Zhao Lang's side, and Li Jing rushed to the inside line to grab rebounds with Ding Chaowen.

It's a pity that there is too much difference in height and arm span between the two, Ding Chaowen easily got the rebound, and was about to throw it into the hands of Ye Jun, who was about to throw it into the hands of Ye Jun, who was about to go, but found that Ren Qinwei followed closely and had no chance. So he passed the ball to Zhao Lang next to him, and he dribbled forward!

Ye Jun glanced at Ren Qinwei in disgust, and then ran outside the three-point line to ask for the ball.

Ren Qinwei followed closely, and the confrontation between the two became more and more intense, and the movements became bigger and bigger.

In fact, the intensity of the confrontation between the two sides was quite fierce from the beginning of the game, which also caused their bodies to be a little unable to stand the intensity, which affected the feel of shooting.

Ye Jun wants the ball, Ren Qinwei is entangled!

"Toot!" The referee's whistle blows, blowing a defensive foul on Ren Qinwei!

Ye Jun glanced at him, ran forward and continued to ask for the ball.

The anger in Ren Qinwei's heart gradually surged, and he continued to defend viciously dog, not caring at all that he was carrying a foul!!

Time passed quickly, and after nearly half a quarter, the two sides did not score a point, and the scoreboard was still 0:0.

Although the audience applauded this tense and fierce game, it was a little boring to not score for a long time, so there were bursts of boos in some places, not only to Kangxian No. 3 Middle School, but also to their home team Donghua Middle School.

"It's a fierce competition!!" Tang Fei sat in the corner and couldn't help but sigh.

"The two sides have two of the best shooting guards in the league, and it's strange that they didn't score a point in half the quarter." Gao Changshan said, also feeling incredible.

"It is understandable that Kangxian No. 3 Middle School cannot be divided, after all, Ding Chaowen, as the best defensive player of this year, is not impossible to completely strangle a person, but this Donghua Middle School has not been able to score for a long time, but it is very puzzling to me, Kangxian No. 3 Middle School has no one who can prevent Ye Jun." Tang Fei wondered.

"Ye Jun's failure to score has nothing to do with defense, but his own bad state, don't you feel it? He was always a little impatient when facing Zhang Yufeng, and seemed to be eager to score to prove himself, but it backfired. Gao Changshan said, the old spicy eyes saw through the situation on the field at a glance!!

"What a wonderful iron fight!" Tang Fei said with emotion again.

“.…..” Gao Changshan was speechless, and thought silently in his heart, "What an innocent and simple child." ”

In the front row of the stands, Song Jie took photos with his camera while watching the game, because there was no goal shot, so the number of shots was relatively small.

"How long is this iron going to be beaten?" He was in a hurry.

"Don't be anxious, in three rounds at most, one side will score." Yang Juncheng said that his vision is more old than Gao Changshan, and he is even more confident in making predictions.

"You're so confident?" Song Jie asked.

"Humph!" Yang Juncheng showed a smug smile, "That's a must, don't forget my identity, I can't even grasp this level of competition, what kind of head coach should I be!" ”

Song Jie was not convinced, and asked again, "How did you predict it?" ”

Yang Juncheng said: "Both sides were tentative at the beginning, although I believe that the head coaches of both teams have investigated each other's teams, made predictions and judgments, and formulated corresponding tactics, but really on the field, there are still many unpredictable factors, such as the coach of Kangxian No. 3 Middle School used No. 15 (Ren Qinwei) to choke the fast attack line of No. 1 (Ye Jun) and No. 12 (Ding Chaowen), resulting in two fast break opportunities did not score the ball. ”

"Seeing that Kangxian No. 3 Middle School used power forward No. 15 (Ren Qinwei) as a point guard, the coach of Donghua Middle School decisively used the best defensive player to defend him, cut off No. 15's passing ability, and the intensity of the confrontation between the two sides is a little large, for their age, this intensity is already very difficult, which makes the game seem intense."

"But through the half-quarter of the game, both sides almost adapted to the intensity of the game and the rhythm of the game, so it was almost time to score."

"So who do you think will score first?" Song Jie asked again, a little curious.

"It can't be the core player of both teams anyway." Yang Juncheng said confidently, "It should be a certain role player, just see which of them can stand up, and the team that scores first will have a huge psychological advantage, which is likely to have an important impact on the next game!" ”

"Oh!!"

Hearing him say this, Song Jie's curiosity was completely aroused, and he glanced at every player on the court with expectant eyes, and thought to himself, "Which player can score a goal for his team first?" ”