"Deng Hongfei, I'm wondering, do we have a way to smash down the two centers on the opposite side."

During the pause, after Zhang Tong listened to the coach's tactics, he suddenly said this to Deng Hongfei.

He, like Deng Hongfei, is a crazy guy.

Despite facing the traditional powerhouse of the NCAA, the mind is full of how to win, not some high-sounding words that sound like they do their best, but they don't have the slightest use.

If you lose, you lose.

There has never been anything that has been defeated.

This is the common language in the hearts of Zhang Tong and Deng Hongfei, two madmen.

Hearing his sudden words, Kang Bo and Jiang Xueshu were faintly surprised.

Zhang Tong and Feng Xiujie are different, although the former is powerful, but he is unruly by nature and does not obey discipline, which can be said to be similar to Deng Hongfei's excessive self-confidence in some aspects.

They are extremely confident in their bones.

Since he joined the team, he has rarely heard to communicate with people in such a discussion tone.

Deng Hongfei thought for a while, "Hit the basket." ”

"It's only by hitting the basket frequently that we can add fouls to Plumlee and Kelly, and as long as we get more fouls on both of them, we'll have a chance to close the score."

"Well, that's what I thought too."

Zhang Tong stretched out a hand, and the two of them clapped together with a heart.

Feng Xiujie saw that this situation was a little complicated, and he clearly felt that Deng Hongfei had risen to become the core of the entire team with his performance, not only won Zhang Tong's respect, but also won a very high tactical position on the field, which was not arranged by the coach, but played by himself.

The players were willing to make the ball for him.

……

The bottom line, Wu Junhao quickly rose and used his generous tonnage to block a broad road for Deng Hongfei.

Although the latter's words and performance seem to have a lot of criticism for him, but on the court, he doesn't have the kung fu to think so much.

Deng Hongfei cut inside, and Kelly, who was defending Wu Junhao, suddenly switched to him, but Deng Hongfei made a mistake and withdrew to the three-point line to receive a pass from Feng Xiujie in time.

He flicked a shot, and Kelly leaped high.

Deng Hongfei looked at the right time to lean forward, and at that moment, the muscles in his body were completely relaxed, and he jumped slightly and hit Kelly's flying body, and at the same time threw the ball out with his wrist cohesion.

Drip.

The whistle sounded at the right time.

All eyes were on the orb that flew towards the basket.

"Huh!"

The hollow sound is as pleasant as ever.

Three-point hit! Get a penalty!

Strike!

The bench of Shuangqing University jumped up in an instant, cheering for Deng Hongfei hoarsely.

The corners of Coach K's eyes also flashed back and forth, "Chris Deng's state is better than I imagined, his level is still NBA-level, this time I go back, I must tell the news to Lorenzo, he will be very happy after he knows, such a pearl can definitely not be buried by such a low-level team." ”

The assistant coach agrees with him, "He's really talented. ”

After tidying up his shirt, Deng Hongfei adjusted his breathing evenly, and hit the penalty steadily.

When he returned, Zhang Tong stretched out his hand and slapped him heavily, "Good job." ”

"I've added a foul to his technical stats, keep it up, and don't forget to try to hit the basket more."

Deng Hongfei's face was expressionless, and he was not ecstatic because of the 3+1 just now.

It's just that Duke University then used its strength to tell everyone what the top teams in the NCAA are like.

Plumlee is strong and plays a hand-to-hand interior with Ryan Kelly, who has a soft feel like the finest brocade, and all kinds of high boards and high parabolas can find the basket accurately.

At the same time, the outside line Dawkins also gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with Feng Xiujie.

Three points are like a storm.

Within a minute, 12 points were scored.

Compared with Shuangqing University, which mainly relies on Deng Hongfei's personal attack, Duke University is full of soldiers and has blossomed more.

Not only did the difference not narrow, but it grew wider and wider, and by the end of halftime, it had fallen behind by 26 points at 35:61.

"The difference in strength between the two sides is too big."

Many basketball lovers who attended the game couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

Who can they blame?

The boys from Shuangqing University have clearly tried their best, and the No. 8 player in the white jersey has even scored as many as 26 points.

But basketball is a five-person sport after all, and these people have closed their eyes and felt extremely desperate.

On the bench of Shuangqing University, the atmosphere was heavy.

No one spoke, the people in the logistics team sent drinks and new towels over, Shu Xin looked at Deng Hongfei who covered his face with a towel, a little distressed, pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but continued to distribute drinks to others.

Kang Bo and Jiang Xueshu didn't know what to say.

Deng Hongfei has already played like this, and he can't be asked to do more, and the other people are indeed too big a gap in strength.

This ball can't be played.

Combo shook his head and sighed, and he, the head coach, felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Suddenly, Deng Hongfei raised his head, and everyone was shocked, because his eyes could actually see a bloody red light.

Like a killer who has reached the end of his rope, murderous, bloodthirsty and cruel.

"Zhang Tong, we continue to implement foul tactics, and we must do one of their two big interior lines in the third quarter."

Deng Hongfei said in a deep voice: "As long as the two of them have a stable output of the inside line, our pressure will be reduced a lot." ”

"Duke University looks down on us."

He glanced at the jubilant and relaxed atmosphere in the other direction, where there was a little nervousness of the game.

"It's because we didn't come up with the competitiveness that they could afford."

"So, let's start with their big center."

Deng Hongfei's burning majestic fighting spirit seemed to infect everyone around him in an instant.

Not only Zhang Tong, but Feng Xiujie also stood up.

In the second half, he must play more aggressively and indulgently.

What foul? What is the difference in strength? Fuck it, the game is bloody, it's bayonets fighting bayonets, whoever is fucking ruthless has the upper hand in momentum.

Jiang Haoran, Xia Dong, Chen Ran, Gao Jie and other team members also clenched their fists, stretched out their hands, dozens of hands were superimposed together, and roared angrily, "Brave!" Win! ”

Kang Bo and Jiang Xueshu looked at the youthful vitality released from these children steadily, and couldn't help but be moved.

The former looked at the latter and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

The latter also shook his head with a meaningful smile.

They didn't expect that their coaches would be a little disheartened so far from the game, but these children were burning their own passion.