By the time the referee tried to stop it, it was too late, and a bunch of players were engaged in a team battle. That battle, as if whoever lost the big dragon was gone......

The referee originally wanted to catch Ma Jingtao and Yuhang to blow a technical foul and expel them from the game. As a result, at this time, a figure jumped down from the audience with agility. Join this wave of teamfights......

After the referee separated the players of the two teams, he blushed and asked Daxu, "Who are you?" ”

Daxu glanced at the referee and said calmly: "I am me, a different pyrotechnic ......"

The referee was stunned, "Security, kick him out." ”

As a spectator, Daxu was expelled from the game for two consecutive rounds, which is not a small miracle.

Da Xu looked aggrieved, "Referee, I'm persuading!" ”

Persuasion? The referee rolled his eyes. You've had the most fun just now.

"Expulsion!" The referee was unceremonious.

Since most of the attention was attracted by Daxu, he only blew a technical foul on Yuhang and Ma Jingtao in the end.

The game continues......

Ma Jingtao was obviously angry, and he broke through directly with the dribble.

Seeing that Ma Jingtao was fighting so quickly, there was no discipline. Jinhua obviously tightened his defense against him.

Several breakthroughs in a row had no effect, and Yizhong immediately called a timeout.

The coach of No. 1 Middle School looked stern, probably extremely dissatisfied with Ma Jingtao's selfish style of play.

"Next, the focus of the attack is handed over to Mingkang."

Ma Jingtao was very frustrated, today's plan was originally to defeat the person with the title of No. 1 point guard.

He has excellent individual ability, and his layup skills are the best in the county, and there are few opponents in his age.

I wanted to end Jinhua alone, but it seems unlikely!

They've really gotten stronger!

Section 2!

Wang Mingkang began to get stuck in the low position frequently, and his body shape had some advantages over Brother Shangqiang.

He mainly plays in two ways. One is a back-to-back single, a turn-over jumper. Like Garnett, it seems that he has put a lot of effort into this.

Another move is the left and right side of the baseline frame, after the tentative step, stride through, and run to the basket.

His height and arm length made Jinhua helpless for him.

After ruthlessly fanning Lin Wei's layup, he looked up to the sky and roared, very excited!

The score has a tendency to pull away.

23：17。

The fact that these points were scored towards the end of the two quarters shows how strict the defense was today.

Ming Han faced Wang Mingkang after a block.

He cross-dribbles and looks for tactical opportunities.

Wang Mingkang glared at Ming Han and sneered: "Pass the ball!" You don't stand a chance. ”

He's already sent five blocks. There is the momentum of "people block killing, Buddha blocks killing Buddha".

Hearing Wang Mingkang so provocative, Ming Han was naturally unconvinced.

He cross-dribbles, breaks one step forward and pulls back. This is his signature skill, studied under Jordan Video.

It feels good to shoot from the jumper.

Wang Mingkang looked at the arc of the ball and unconsciously took a step forward.

Ball in!

Ming Han fell, and he felt a tearing sensation coming from the soles of his feet.

He stepped on Wang Mingkang's instep, impartially.

Ming Han covered his feet in pain and clenched the roots of his teeth.

"I'm hurt!"

Many people took a breath of cold air in their hearts, and they were very worried about the situation in the cold weather.

Wang Mingkang stood beside Ming Han and stretched out his hand, "Can you stand up?" ”

He didn't mean to. He's not the kind of guy who hurts his opponent for the sake of victory.

Ming Han tried to stand up, but the pain came back to him.

"I can't stand up for a while."

Wang Mingkang gestured to the referee and signaled a timeout.

Jinhua and the others gathered around and asked about the situation.

The black man came over and gently massaged his ankles.

"Does it still hurt that much?"

Ming Han felt much more comfortable, "It's much better." ”

The black man breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't hurt my tendons, just rest for a while." ”

Blacks rearranged personnel transfers. Ming Han went to rest.

Ming Han was a little frustrated, and the team's rhythm was not good at this time. Everyone feels very different. At this time, he can only be reduced to a spectator and cannot help the team, which is too uncomfortable.

The pain did not subside completely, but Ming Han got up and motioned to the coach, "Coach, let me go!" Jianhao, he suffers from height. ”

Indeed, the first scoring guard saw Ming Han's tall man go off the court and won two strong shots in a row. The score is already in double digits.

Do you want to stop in the quarterfinals again?

The black man looked at Ming Han and said, "It's not that time yet. ”

Ming Han was puzzled, and now the rhythm was completely under the control of Yizhong. If you accidentally get beaten again, then the game can be declared over.

Wang Mingkang has completely changed as a person, from focusing on defense in the first quarter to now killing.

Watching the time pass gradually, Ming Han was really uncomfortable in his heart. But the black man didn't want to change into a bright cold look.

The black rotation was very diligent today. Defending consumes too much stamina. Eight-person rotation!

At the end of the third quarter, Jinhua was a full thirteen points behind. Many spectators left the venue angrily.

Is it going to be lost to No. 1 Hitch again?

"Ming Han, how do you feel?"

This is the first time that a black man has spoken to Ming Han in this section. Ming Han rubbed his ankle, "There is no pain anymore." ”

The black man nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you next." ”

The black man's tone was serious, and Ming Han was deeply encouraged.

It's a feeling of being completely trusted.

Ming Han said confidently: "Coach, I'll take you to win." ”

Very domineering!

In this team, Ming Han's role is definitely not as important as in the team before. Position organizers, catch-and-shoot shooters, it seems that enough!

There are so many people who can solve the problem. There's a strong heads-up hand, a good big guy, a very well-rounded ball handler. So Ming Han never puts himself in a very high position.

He is within his responsibilities and strives to be the best he can be.

But today, the black man is telling him very seriously: these teammates of yours are in trouble today, and you must lead them out of the mud.

Ming Han didn't refuse, or he had been preparing and working hard, just for this moment!

I'll take you to ......

After a stoppage, Ming Han returned to the game.

There was sparse applause in the audience, for the return of his injured fighters, and also hoped that the black team would bring encouragement.

"Yuhang, I'll take your place!"

Yuhang looked at Ming Han and nodded.

The scene was very similar, except that at that time, it was Yuhang who took the initiative to say to Ming Han, "You take my place in this game and organize your teammates." ”

Ming Han walked up to Ma Jingtao and smiled, "Dude, next, it's up to me to defend you." ”

Ming Han smiled innocently, but Ma Jingtao felt like he was in an ice cellar.

He suddenly remembered Wang Mingkang's analysis of Ming Han before the game: It was a big man I couldn't understand at all, with guard-like dribbling skills and a very good shooting touch. It can be from a dozen to five.

At that time, Ma Jingtao asked disappreciably, "Then which position is he the strongest?" Center? ”

Wang Mingkang thought for a long time, and suddenly recalled Ming Han's ghostly pass, and said, "It should be a point guard!" ”