Awesome, Yuan Fan thought to himself while dribbling forward, this No. 12's feel is indeed very unusual, and he can actually shoot three-pointers when he comes up. Looking at his posture, he is not an ordinary pitcher.

Yuan Fan was wandering on the outside, his eyes scanning the teammates of the Water Courtyard High School running in the field, looking lazy and lazy. Of course, Cheng Fei didn't dare to be careless, staring closely at his dribbling left hand.

Suddenly, Yuan Fan's left-handed dribbling action suddenly accelerated. Cheng Fei's center of gravity involuntarily shifted.

Yuan Fan snorted coldly, and was about to kill from the left side with the ball in his left hand, but Cheng Fei adjusted quickly and immediately kicked to the left. It's just that he didn't expect that Yuan Fan then dribbled behind his back, the ball was changed to his right hand, and he passed by Cheng Fei's side smoothly!

"I can't keep his ......," Cheng Fei's mind flashed with disappointment.

But basketball is not one-on-one, the rangers have long known that a single defense cannot contain Yuan Fan, Yang Cong then arrived from the side and tightly resisted Yuan Fan who was killing the inside.

Yuan Fan's strength lies in the fact that when he is resisted, his steps are not chaotic at all, and his speed does not decrease at all, but he just goes around a little more distance. At this time, Yuan Fan, under the influence of Yang Cong, rushed around the right towards the forbidden area!

stepped into the restricted area with his left foot, and Yuan Fan flew up directly!

At the same time, not only Yang Cong jumped up, but even Deng Liang on the inside line also flew!

The two raised their hands high, like an iron wall moving in the air, firmly sealing Yuan Fan's layup route!

Yuan Fan flew forward in the air, he stretched out his slender arm, his eyes were fixed on the position of the basket from the gap between the two, and the right arm holding the basketball was raised, and the basketball flew far away!

There is nothing wrong with this three-step layup, but in terms of distance, it is not as simple as a three-step layup.

Cheng Fei knows that, in local parlance, this is called "copying hands". It's not ravioli, dumplings, or noodles. Copying is this kind of long-distance layup action, which is also a bit like a half-hook action, mainly to pick up the ball with the palm of the hand, which requires a good feel. This technique is very useful for small guards, but the shooting percentage is not very high.

However, Yuan Fan's copy of the hand directly scored.

There was a neat sigh from the audience, and some people applauded piecemeal. Yuan Fan's skills are excellent, which is undoubtedly worthy of applause from the audience.

I have to defeat him because it's me who is in front of him, and it's my responsibility. Cheng Fei thought to himself. But this Yuan Fan is really too strong, I may not be able to defend it. All I could do was use the same scoring ability to destroy the opponent's defense.

Attack, only attack.

"Yuan Fan!" Chen Dong, who had not spoken, suddenly shouted. Yuan Fan, who was running back, looked back, and before he could react, Cheng Fei swept past him!

Wang Zhiwen ran wildly with the ball, under Qi Haiyang's full defense, he had not yet crossed the three-point line, and suddenly passed the ball to the ground, Cheng Fei was about to jump up and shoot after receiving the ball, however, a black shadow flashed from the side.

The opponent's small forward Wu Jun pounced with his right arm extended, but Cheng Fei reacted quickly, immediately stopped to protect the ball, and waited for Wu Jun to fly in front of him, and then raised his arm to shoot.

The time has passed, Yuan Fan came around from the side, and reached out to cover it!

Cheng Fei stopped jumping at the last moment, but the experienced Yuan Fan immediately stood up, forcing Cheng Fei to almost lose his center of gravity, and he was about to walk!

Cheng Fei gritted his teeth and suddenly turned over. This was a 180-degree jump on the spot, Yuan Fan was stunned, not only continued to press, but also jumped up, almost pounced, and shouted in his mouth: "How else can you cast!" ”

Even Wang Zhiwen and Yang Cong and others on the outside line were stunned, Cheng Fei actually forced a jump shot, which is really rare!

In mid-air, Cheng Fei's body almost formed a 45-degree oblique angle with the ground, and at an angle where it was almost impossible to shoot, his body still maintained balance, his arms were stretched straight, his wrists flicked, and the basketball flew high!

After Yuan Fan landed, he immediately rushed into the penalty area and shouted: "Rebound!" ”

Where are the rebounds? The basketball crashed straight into the net, setting off snow-white waves!

Yuan Fan was dumbfounded. The applause in the basketball stadium was overwhelming, like rumbling thunder, resounding non-stop!

"Incredible......" The coach of the middle school attached to the water academy muttered with wide eyes.

"It's just a ball thrown in...... one substitute said, disapprovingly.

The coach didn't say anything. He knew in his heart that judging from the opponent's No. 12 action just now, after forcibly jumping and turning, his body did not lose balance in the air, and the movements of his arms and wrists were very in place, and it was definitely not an accident that this ball could be thrown.

Yuan Fan rushed with the ball and shook Wang Zhiwen halfway, but he couldn't shake Yang Cong. The two fell to the ground together, and Tian Shengyong blew the whistle: "The middle school attached to the water courtyard hits people with the ball!" ”

"Quick!" Cheng Fei ran past Yang Cong and asked for the basketball directly from him.

Cheng Fei's face turned red, first rushing to the right, and then changing hands to rush to the left. The teammates were very cooperative, with the help of Wang Zhiwen and Chen Jie, Yuan Fan didn't find a chance to break the ball, only bumped into the crowd, and when he ran to Cheng Fei's side, Cheng Fei had already jumped and shot!

Concise and crisp, the basketball entered the net, and Wang Bo under the basket was helpless.

At this point, there was no formation left on the field. Shuiyuan High School replaced center Li Yongtao and power forward Wang Bo with two substitutes. Obviously, these two substitutes don't know how to run, and all the attacks are done by Yuan Fan.

Yuan Fan broke through to the layup once, did not score, and was rebounded by Deng Liang.

Cheng Fei shot again one step away from the three-point line, and still hit!

In the wave of applause, Yuan Fan's scalp was numb, he swept into the front court diagonally, and stopped and jumped under Yang Cong's defense, but still didn't shoot!

The Rangers launched a counterattack, Wang Zhiwen assisted with a long pass, and Cheng Fei still hit two points steadily under Qi Haiyang's defense!

Cheng Fei scored 12 points in a row! The score instantly rose to 66:70, and the Rangers were only 4 points behind!

Yu Jing's throat was almost hoarse, Yu Yang patted her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't work so hard, you see, the whole audience is cheering for him alone, enough!" That's enough! ”

Yang Cong came up and high-fived Cheng Fei and said, "Good job!" ”

Cheng Fei let out a long breath. He had never unleashed his attack power like this, and he never dared to think that he would be able to score so much in front of the opponent's ace player! Scoring 12 points in a row gave him great confidence and encouragement!

Cheng Fei's whole person seems to have changed. He gasped slightly, his face glowing with the glow of the setting sun shining into the venue.

"There are still 8 minutes left, we have to hurry up and overtake the score!" Cheng Fei said lightly.

"No problem." Wang Zhiwen gave a thumbs up.

"Fight." Deng Liang ran over and high-fived Cheng Fei.

"We're not going to lose." Yang Cong's eyes also ignited a raging fighting spirit.

As he spoke, Yuan Fan had already advanced to the front. There was a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be smiling rather than smiling. Cheng Fei greeted him. The two faced each other, and the court gradually fell silent, except for the sound of dribbling.

"You're amazing." Yuan Fan said with a smile, his voice as low as a whisper.

"Thank you," Cheng Fei paused for a moment and said, "You're going to lose." ”

"I'm not mistaken, you're the trump card." Yuan Fan smiled, "However, it's too early to talk about victory or defeat now." ”

Suddenly, Yuan Fan changed hands, his center of gravity shifted, and he was about to rush past Cheng Fei! Yang Cong stepped forward and stuck Yuan Fan's breakthrough route. The two of them stared at the trump card attached to the water courtyard.

"Good." Yuan Fan smiled, his fighting spirit burning in his eyes. In the next second, he swept past Cheng Fei's side, and Wang Zhiwen arrived in time to break the ball.

When Yuan Fan turned around, he saw Cheng Fei running away with the ball. Frantic shouts rang out again from the field.

"It's getting more and more interesting." Yuan Fan whispered to himself, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand.

"Toot-" Tian Shengyong blew the whistle, "The middle school attached to the Water Courtyard asked for a replacement. ”

Yuan Fan walked off the field, and Li Yongtao high-fived him with a calm face.

"Why does your face look like a pig's liver? Diarrhea? Yuan Fan asked jokingly.

Li Yongtao was silent for a long time and said, "We wouldn't have lost. ”

Yuan Fan looked back at Cheng Fei who was rushing by, and muttered: "Who said that they would lose, it's too early to talk about victory or defeat now......"