64-55, which was the score of the two sides after the third quarter of the game, with the home team in front.

Turgun still feels cold, he has several shots outside the three-point line are bounced out of the basket, his shooting movements and hand shape are very accurate, but the shot is always a little less meaningful, the direction and strength seem to be very good, but he has never been able to get into the net, it is as if the basket suddenly sealed the lid on Turgun alone, rejecting any attempt by him.

Teammates still trust Turgun and are always working hard to create opportunities for Turgon, Hawul even desperately flew to grab the ball that was about to fly out of the sideline, and Cai Aihong, who had not rushed to grab rebounds in the past, caused his own foul because of the fight for rebounds in the front court.

Turgun felt like he was about to lose his hand, he was afraid that he had really lost his touch, that he had lost his passion for basketball, and he even began to feel that he hated basketball a little bit at this moment.

Wang Lei clearly felt Turgon's impatience and restlessness, but he couldn't think of a good way to change all this now, he did have his own special ability, but this ability really couldn't help him change a person's sudden thoughts.

Replacing Turgun may make this child completely slumped, he is about to lose confidence at the moment, and he can't give him more blows, if he doesn't replace it, Wang Lei is worried that Turgun will be completely lost because of this, he has also been a player, and he knows that sometimes it is really strange, and he will suddenly lose all his feelings for no reason, this feeling Wang Lei has also experienced, that is, when he just joined Liu Sicheng's youth team, and now, Wang Lei's disciples are also facing such a situation, And at this moment, Wang Lei is actually messed up in his heart and doesn't know how to deal with it.

At the end of the third quarter, Turgun was so dazed and confused as he walked to the sidelines that he almost walked to the bench of the capital youth team because he forgot that the bench positions of both sides had just been changed at halftime.

Although Hawul usually behaves a little straightforwardly, but he is the fearless man on the field, he noticed that Turgun was wrong, took two steps and grabbed Turgon, and then hugged Turgun, who was about to shed tears, and walked to his bench.

A child under the age of seventeen, a child who has been discriminated against and resisted since childhood, no matter how strong he is, he can't help but want to cry at this time, the trust of his teammates, the trust of his coach, and the expectations of his distant sister and the blessing of his family, all of which converge into a huge pressure that almost crushed this unfortunate child.

"Haha, let's go home and nursery."

Someone on the bench of the capital youth team laughed at Turgun who had just gone in the wrong direction, but Turgun did not react, he did not hear the other party's joke at all.

"Turgon, don't keep your head down, you are a man, and a man can't shed tears when he bleeds."

Hawul usually took great care of Turgun, and at this time he spoke to Turgun in a hurried Uyghur language.

"What are you afraid of? What are you worried about? Are we afraid that we blame you for not investing? Afraid I'll drive you away? We call you a bunny, but we don't really want you to be a bunny, you are a man, you have to be a man, don't you like basketball? So now, you are afraid of such a little thing, what kind of game is this, this is a small game at most, what if you lose, if you lose, we won't play basketball? Do we have to be eliminated if we lose? No, nothing, take your responsibility and throw the ball in, that's your responsibility. ”

As soon as he walked to the sidelines, Wang Lei said to Turgun, who was bowing his head, although Wang Lei was not angry and scolded, but this tone was something he had never had before.

"I'm sorry, coach, I ......"

"I don't want to hear you say I'm sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for, you know my requirements, do it, don't care about anything else, go shooting, don't care about his tactics, and then we only have one request, which is to help you find your feel."

Wang Lei's rare swear words resonated with the players, although Wang Lei seemed to be a little too partial to Turgon, but everyone else also knew what Turgun meant to their team.

"Little rabbit, don't worry, if you lose, you lose, it's nothing, everyone won't blame you, play hard, we will definitely enter the finals."

No one from his teammates objected, everyone got along for so long, they got to know each other very well, everyone knew how hard Turgun worked, everyone knew what a potential child he was, and how to fight with Turgun and the coach at this moment is really brain-dead.

The impact of everyone's trust broke Turgon's confusion at this time, when he was lonely, it was basketball and his sister's comfort that accompanied him, and now there are so many people who trust him, Turgun's heart is very warm and excited, he took a few deep breaths, and didn't say anything, but his eyes have been firm.

After the start of the fourth quarter, the capital youth team took the lead, and they relied on the inside advantage to score again, and stretched the difference to double digits in one fell swoop.

Liu Sicheng relieved his heart at this time, it seems that there is no suspense in this game.

The Frontier Youth Team also continued their style of play, everyone was making the ball for Turgon, and Turgun also continued his prodigal performance, this kind of shooting choice is simply nonsense in Liu Sicheng's opinion, Liu Sicheng is already thinking about how to get this very potential child into his team after this game.

The score between the two sides was further stretched, and by the time there were seven minutes left in the game, the difference between the two sides had reached 15 points, which was a big gap in the youth team game.

At this time, Turgun has calmed down, although he still feels cold, but his heart is firm, every time he touches the ball, he begins to feel the temperature of the basketball, yes, it is this temperature, this kind of bloody touch.

Another attack of the frontier youth team, Turgun did not encounter too tight defense after taking the ball to the frontcourt, and the capital youth team at this time no longer cared about Turgon, a point guard who can only shoot in waves.

Hawul dragged his somewhat tired body to the outside line again to cover Turgun, and dealt with the opponent's inner core for a whole game, and Hawul's physical strength was close to overdraft.

The point guard of the Capital Youth Team saw Haul's strong body pull out again, and immediately prepared to bypass Haul's cover, but at this time, Turgun shot again without warning, and another three-point shot, still the arc as always, still the same strength, but this time Turgun's heart already had a hunch, this ball, it must be scored, it will definitely be scored.

Turgon's body began to get excited as the basketball plunged into the net, and it was his thirteenth three-point shot of the game, after hitting only one of the previous twelve shots, the second.