Meeting again is the decisive victory.

The difference of 4 points is not big, especially for a scoring master of Zhang Jianing's level, as long as he maintains his firepower, it is a matter of time before the score difference is equalized.

It's just that he still has to defend the dignity of his "emperor", and in his last year, this is his last chance to lead the team to win the championship.

The past 8 rounds have taken a huge toll on Zhang Jianing's physical fitness, and the solitary (shēn) 1 and the opposite 4 people took turns to fight, which made him physically disadvantaged when he came to Qiu Fei, as evidenced by the beads of sweat flowing down his arms.

The fierce battles of his teammates allowed Qiu Fei to get enough rest, and there were no problems in terms of physical fitness.

This is an "unfair" contest, and the initiator of this contest is Zhang Jianing himself.

This is really a helpless move, if it weren't for his own side, where would there be the capital to call for the second outside.

"Hold on a little longer." Zhang Jianing faintly felt the soreness in his knees, which was a not-so-positive sign that he had to build up enough capital for his team to guarantee victory before he fell.

But how could Qiu Fei agree? Their goal is to defend the title, and if they want to win, they must lose.

There can only be one winner.

Qiu Fei has completely released his street ball genus (xìng), and his dribbling is no longer regular, and he has begun to become fancy and dexterous.

When a street player plays the trick he wants in the game, the game becomes good-looking.

Papapa~ Three consecutive crotch dribbles, smooth and fast, Zhang Jianing did not try again after a failed attempt to steal, saving physical strength is the key.

No matter how fancy the moves are, they are just to prepare for the final attack on the basket, Zhang Jianing maintains his good defensive position, and no matter how Qiu Fei changes his direction, he is unmoved.

"Useless?" Yuan Shuai was shocked that Qiu Fei's streetball did not work against Zhang Jianing.

"Is this the suppression of street basketball by regular basketball?" Sun Jiawei Shen (qíng) is a little dignified, and these two clearly represent two styles of play, two completely different basketballs.

The two kinds of basketball are vividly displayed in front of them, and the audience is divided into two factions according to their "beliefs", some applaud for the unrestrained free ball style, and some cheer for the regular school who play steadily and well.

Which side will win?

Qiu Fei gave the answer, crossed his right leg and shook it for a while, bringing Zhang Jianing's defensive (shēn) position to the left, and then pulled the basketball back with his right hand, completed the forward change of direction with one hand, and at the same time withdrew his right foot and kicked the ground with his left foot, breaking through from the right side, Zhang Jianing endured the soreness of his knee with his right foot, sent the whole (shēn) body to the other side, opened his hands to block Qiu Fei, Qiu Fei then turned clockwise (shēn) to close the ball, and swept in front of Zhang Jianing's (shēn), this time Zhang Jianing completely lost his defensive position, Qiu Fei took advantage of the trend to pull the rod to wipe the board and score.

Change direction, break through, turn (shēn) to the final lever score, the movement is as smooth and smooth as light silk, without a single superfluous movement, as if you knew Zhang Jianing's every defensive move in advance, and when the defense appears, break it one by one.

Qiu Fei's completion is called an easy handwriting, but this series of offensive actions is difficult to complete without strong street ball skills, let alone the flawless coherence of the movements and the successful completion of the goal.

"There's something wrong with the ball." Su Miao said solemnly.

"What's the problem? Don't you see how clean this ball is! The person next to him gave Su Miao a roll of his eyes, obviously he was a fan of Qiu Fei.

"Of course it's okay to attack, I'm talking about defense." Su Miao continued, and he was not attracted by Qiu Fei's goal, it was Zhang Jianing who really attracted him.

"It's true that this ball is not difficult to defend against." Li Yao also echoed on the side, although Qiu Fei's movements are smooth, but they are not traceless, the movements of street ball players generally have a fixed "move", and Qiu Fei uses the most common one.

Zhang Jianing is an old fritter on the court, and he has also played against many street players, it is impossible for such a simple (tào) road not to be touched, although Qiu Fei's movements have been smooth to the point where there is nothing to add, but it will not be so crisp, he is Zhang Jianing.

"Could it be ......" A bad thought suddenly appeared in Su Miao's mind.

"It's Zhang Jianing who has a problem!" Li Yao said Su Miao's thoughts.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid this game is going to be gone."

The goal was scored so easily that Qiu Fei was completely surprised, and he prepared a lot of moves to fight against Zhang Jianing.

Zhang Jianing is the first and last line of defense outside the second outlet, and now this line of defense is gradually crumbling.

The basketball rolled on the floor, and Zhang Jianing picked up the ball after half time, which saved the second foreign player a lot of offensive time and gave his knee a short rest.

The moment he picked up the ball, Zhang Jianing suddenly started and completed the raid on the basket when everyone was not ready (qíng), and the time from picking up the ball to scoring only took 3 seconds.

"Probably because we're overthinking." Zhang Jianing's rapid breakthrough made Li Yao immediately dispel his previous doubts, his speed and his movements were not too slow.

"......" Su Miao did not draw conclusions prematurely, he was convinced that even if Zhang Jianing could still make amazing scores, it did not mean that he still had the same combat power as Qiu Fei, and the consumption of those 8 rounds of fierce battles was real, and it was impossible that there would be no impact.

Zhang Jianing's return speed has slowed down significantly, I don't know if he is deliberately retaining his fitness or if the limit has arrived, in short, his feet have become heavier and heavier as the game progresses.

In the next three rounds, Qiu Fei completed the "three kills" against Zhang Jianing, each of which was a strong attack under the basket, and Zhang Jianing failed to defend a single ball.

However, Zhang Jianing also fought back with "three kills", but three goals were mid-range shots, two of which were still boards.

These two shooting made Su Miao immediately firm up his thoughts, Zhang Jianing's physical strength was about to be exhausted.

It is not uncommon to play a board shooting game, and even some NBA players use a board shot as the main means of scoring, but this is not a conventional shooting technique, it is more of a "correction" way, and some players will choose to use such a shot to maintain the game when they are not feeling good or have too much power.

A master like Zhang Jianing occasionally uses a board shot, but he uses it twice in a row, which is enough to show his fitness problems.

This was Zhang Jianing's choice as a last resort, but he inadvertently released a red signal to the attached middle school.

"He won't be able to hold out for much longer."

Sun Jiawei and Qiu Fei got together and conspired.

"Can you figure out how long he can hold out?" Su Miao asked Li Yao.

"Three rounds at most." After thinking about it, Li Yao replied that three rounds was already the limit of his estimation based on Zhang Jianing's best (shēn) physical condition, and the real (qíng) condition could be even worse.

"I'm afraid I'm ...... to be 4 points behind in three rounds"

The game is likely to be over in the third quarter.

"Defend me!" Zhang Jianing gave an order and fully mobilized the defense of the entire team.

The offensive rhythm of the attached middle school suddenly accelerated in this round, and the intention was self-evident, just to speed up Zhang Jianing's physical consumption and make him quit.

In the situation that the physical energy is about to be exhausted (qíng), any slight change in rhythm will only accelerate the consumption, and Zhang Jianing felt the deep malice from the entire attached high school.

"I'm so unwilling." Zhang Jianing patted his knees angrily, the strong pain could temporarily relieve his soreness, but it could only last for a while, and after the pain, more serious exhaustion followed.

Is this the last game? He hasn't tasted the championship yet.

Qiu Fei routinely passed Zhang Jianing, but the layup was interfered with by the co-ordinator, and he took off the rebound in the second place.

"Captain, catch the ball!" The teammates passed the ball to Zhang Jianing as soon as possible and let him launch a fast attack.

But Zhang Jianing didn't move.

"Captain." His teammates were stunned, his performance was unusual, unsettling.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jianing said in a low voice, a faint sobbing sound in his throat and eyes, so weak that only he could hear it.

"Captain ......" is still the familiar Zhang Jianing in front of him, but he is no longer the invincible "emperor".

Zhang Jianing stepped on 8 seconds to dribble the ball across the half court, using all the available time, basketball gave him too much glorious glory and also gave him regrets that were difficult to complete.

The inside line of the attached middle school has carefully arranged a tight defense for Zhang Jianing, and he is always welcome to challenge.

"I am the absolute emperor!" Three points was the last offensive choice Zhang Jianing made, and he wanted to close the gap for his teammates as much as possible before he left, even if it was just one point.

"Don't think!" Chen Mo ran out of the inside line in stride, and he still remembered the ball that Zhang Jianing shot back, and finally waited for the moment when Zhang Jianing's physical energy was exhausted, and he would not let go of the opportunity to be ashamed.

"And he came." Su Miao's eyes were full of disdain, and he pinched the soft persimmon professionally and hammered it.

"He's embarrassed, too." The Su brothers and sisters disdain.

Zhang Jianing made a standard shooting move, and Chen Mozong (shēn) jumped up to give him a spicy hot pot that slashed his head and covered his face, "Thank you." Zhang Jianing didn't make a move or a feint, (shēn) leaned lightly on Chen Mo in the air, and shot in three points.

"I'll it, it's 3+1!" Zhang Jianing not only hit a three-point shot, but also caused Chen Mo's foul.

After all, Chen Mo still paid the price for his irrationality, not only did he not complete the block, but also paid an additional penalty.

"You better keep the hot pot and eat it yourself." Zhang Jianing didn't even have enough breath to speak, and his eyes lowered due to exhaustion, but the eyes hidden in them were still sharp.

Dragging his tired legs, Zhang Jianing stood on the free throw line, lifted the basketball over his head with a little strength that could only be squeezed up and down (shēn), and threw the ball out by pushing, the basketball barely rotated in the air, and fell into the net bag after drawing a stiff parabola.

75：75！ It's divided!

The back at the free throw line was full of stubbornness and unwillingness, like an emperor who refused to admit defeat, and shot the only remaining bullet when the curtain was about to end.