"No, it won't!" An ominous premonition spread in the half of the attached middle school, and the basketball trajectory of Mu Chenfeng's shot became more and more positive.

Honk... Honk~

Swish!

With the referee's long whistle, the stadium sounded a wonderful sound again! After a long flight, the basketball finally chose to stand on the side of the third middle school.

Su Mengyao's first reaction was a little sluggish, and after confirming the fact of the goal, she shouted: "In? Entered! ”

"Great, 9 points!"

"He really got the score back!"

"Mu Chenfeng is so strong! It's really strong! ”

......

The closer the score was chased, the more calm Mu Chenfeng became, so calm that these words of praise around him could not bring the slightest shake to his heart, even if he threw a key ball that was likely to determine the outcome of the game, he didn't see even a trace of joy on his face.

Chasing 11 points in the first quarter, Mu Chenfeng's scoring explosiveness was explosive, and the team really carried him alone.

The half-time break in training matches is only 10 minutes, half the time of normal play, and it is used to replenish fitness, set up tactics and communicate with the players.

The atmosphere in the dressing rooms of the two teams changed considerably before the game, and the anxious team was replaced by a secondary school.

From 20 points to 9 points, the game was brought back by Mu Chenfeng alone, and he was also arranged in a targeted manner during the period, but judging from the results, the arrangement was a failure, Sun Jiawei was the best anti-Mu Chenfeng among all of them, but it didn't stop him from chasing points.

"It's not like you." A middle-aged man in a clean sweatshirt walked slowly at the door.

"Coach!" Qiu Fei took the lead in greeting.

Head Coach of the High School: Gong Xun!

"I'm sorry I'm late." Gong Xun greeted the team members, and then played with Qiu Fei, "How's the situation?" ”

"Nine points ahead." Qiu Fei replied timidly.

"That's right, it's so much ahead of the old team." Gong Xun just arrived and didn't know anything about what was happening on the field, and gave a satisfactory assessment of the 9-point lead.

"We're up to 20 points ahead." Qiu Fei thought for a moment and decided to tell Gong Xun what happened in the second section.

"20 points?" Gong Xun's brows immediately locked, from 20 points to 9 points, he really couldn't make up what happened, you must know that this is the team he trained single-handedly, and he knows the strength of the players best, and it is not easy to pick out points from their hands.

When he learned that all 11 points were lost in the second quarter, Gong Hoon hoped that it was a joke that the players were playing with him, and he firmly believed that such a thing could not happen to his own team.

But this impossible situation really happened in front of him.

However, in a training match, Gong Xun completely held the mentality of training the team, and it happened that Sun Jiawei was newly added to the team, so that everyone had the opportunity to run in before the winter game, and it was precisely because of this that he handed over the team to Qiu Fei's hands, and only came over in the second half.

In this case, he really came, and the third middle school was more tenacious than he imagined.

"The problem is in this Mu Chenfeng." Gong Xun analyzed the data of each player in detail, Mu Chenfeng's performance was particularly outstanding, it was perfect, one person scored more than eighty percent of the team, and the efficiency was extremely terrifying, the only player in the data column who filled in all the data in a single quarter, it was enough to see his all-round.

"He was the same last game." Gong Xun's mind came to mind the scene of the last encounter, and it was also this Mu Chenfeng and Fuzhong who were entangled until the last moment to win thrillingly, although Mu Chenfeng's performance was also very good, but it was not eye-catching, Qiu Fei had firmly controlled the rhythm of the game from beginning to end, and this time, Qiu Fei seemed to have lost control of the game.

It's only been a week, and Mu Chenfeng has been reborn?

"9 points is not safe." The last time I felt uneasy was when Gong Hoon took over the high school for the first time, it was five years ago, and the 9-point gap was not a lead in a basketball game, and it only took a few balls or even a minute to chase it back.

"It's starting to get a little interesting." Gong Xun didn't plan to give any advice to the players, but Mu Chenfeng's outstanding performance made him interested in picking up the tactical board, and he picked up a pen and drew on the tactical board.

The atmosphere on the side of the third middle school is much more active, not to mention escaping death, at least half of his leg was pulled back by Mu Chenfeng, and it is only a matter of time before the rest of the points are recovered.

"You kid really does what he says." Fang Tianzheng handed a glass of water to Mu Chenfeng.

Mu Chenfeng turned out the water and drank it all, "There are still 9 points missing." ”

"It's already pretty good." Fang Tianzheng was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

"I haven't had enough of it."

"These 9 points are not easy to chase, you have to think clearly." Fang Tianzheng reminded.

"There's nothing to think about, I hate losing."

"You've won."

"I'm talking about the team." Mu Chenfeng got up with his words, as if he wanted to "escape".

"Where are you going?"

"Toilet."

Team! I couldn't believe that in Mu Chenfeng's heart, the team's low position was far above his personal data.

"Coach, I'd like to talk to you." Su Miao called Fang Tianzheng aside and muttered in a low voice, only to see that Fang Tianzheng only nodded frequently in agreement.

"What are they talking about? So mysterious. The players guessed what the two were talking about.

"Beware of curiosity killing cats, I advise you to keep your curiosity."

"I'm just talking."

……

"It's almost time." The 10-minute break is coming to an end, Li Yao reminded.

"Is Mu Chenfeng back?" Su Miao counted the team members.

"Not yet." Su Mengyao responded.

"Don't wait for him yet, you go first, I'll go to him." Feng Chuang, who did not appear in the starting list for the second half, decided to go to Mu Chenfeng himself and let the other players go to the field first.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The crisp sound of slapping balls echoed in the corridor, and Feng Chuang followed the sound and stopped at the door of the arena.

"Feng Chuang? Didn't you go to Mu Chenfeng? What are you doing here? Just looking at the back, Su Mengyao recognized it as Feng Chuang.

"Oh, I found it." Feng Chuang had a surprised face.

"Where?"

"Inside!" Feng Chuang pointed his index finger into the arena.

Everyone entered the arena one after another, and Mu Chenfeng was practicing shooting by himself.

"This kid, it seems that he really doesn't want to lose."

The break is over! The players of both teams returned to the sidelines, and Mu Chenfeng also joined the players.

"The coach of the attached middle school is here." Li Yao saw Gong Xun from the crowd at a glance.

Fang Tianzheng inspected and found the tactical board behind Gong Xun's back, "It's okay to move the rescuers." He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it, inside was the tactics he had just discussed with Su Miao.

In the third quarter, it was the turn of the coaches of both sides to play!