"By the way, who was the guy who stopped this ball just now?"

"I know, that's Cheng Rin's No. 10, one of the five starting members, it seems to be called some kind of Vulcan Big Self."

In this basketball hall, not only these people in the audience were shocked and surprised, but Xiude in the game was also in this frenzy of shock.

On the basketball court, Midorima Shintaro suddenly woke up from the shock in his heart, and looked to the side, which was okay if he didn't look at it, and his eyes widened a little, and there was an anxious feeling in his heart.

"It's not good, Lin Tian, he's gone."

At this moment, Shintaro Midorima, who was in the depths of Seirin's half, finally noticed the disappearance of Lin Tian beside him, and at this moment, he seemed to think of something, turned his head sharply, and looked at the half of Hidetoku behind him.

At this moment, Lin Tian was already in the middle of Xiude's half, and he was also holding a basketball in his hand, and he was running frantically towards the basket in the deepest part of Xiude's half.

Seeing this scene, Midorima's face changed greatly, and his eyes suddenly appeared a little confused.

Because he knew that there was no one to defend in Xiude's half at this time, so in other words, the ball that Lin Tian was holding in his hand at the moment would definitely fall into the basket in Xiude's half, and no one could use his defensive ability.

"Makorin, another goal is about to be scored."

"In this game, is it true that Xiude can't win against Seongrin?"

At this moment, Midorima was standing in the deepest part of Chengrin's half, without any idea of moving his body, because he knew that even if he chased after Lin Tian at this time, he would no longer have the ability to stop Lin Tian who was running wildly.

Not only Midorima, but the other four of Xiude's five starters finally noticed Lin Tian in Xiude's half at this time, and there was a trace of despair in their eyes.

"Xiude has worked so hard, but he still can't score a goal, is Xiude really inferior to Makorin?"

Suddenly, the five Xiude who were in the deepest part of the Chengrin half, the momentum on their bodies became weaker and weaker, and a numb expression appeared on their faces.

It seems that they already feel that it is a very normal thing for Seirin to score goals.

Despair, confusion, and overwhelm are often the precursors of losing a game, and Xiude at this time happens to be in such a fast state.

The result is naturally needless to say, Lin Tian, who was in the middle of Xiude's half, quickly came to Xiude's half-court three-point line, and after stopping, he charged, aimed, shot, and finally the basketball scored.

Basketball, extremely accurate fell into Xiude's half, and this result did not surprise anyone.

Lin Tian's strength, everyone in Xiude is already very clear, and everyone in Chengrin is even clearer.

This goal was scored by everyone, and if this goal was not scored, it would have been unexpected.

After the goal, Seirin scored three points again, and the score changed again.

And this time, the offensive and defensive battle that had been deadlocked for a long time ended in an instant after Lin Tian on the Chengrin side invested this three-point shot.

Everyone in Xiude seems to have lost any control over the rhythm of the game, and the momentum on his body has almost been lost.

Back at Chengrin's half, Lin Tian glanced at the remaining time of the first quarter.

2：30。

There are two minutes and thirty seconds left in the first quarter of the game.

Although, there were only two and a half minutes left, but in these two and a half minutes, Lin Tian could already do a lot of things.

Slowly stretching the score to a double-digit score is not indispensable in the space of two and a half minutes, and it is not something that is absolutely impossible.

In the half, Lin Tian stood casually, squinting at Midorima Shintaro who was in the Hidetoku half, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The original three-point sharpshooter of the Miracle Generation - Shintaro Midorima, the final result of the contest between you and me will always belong to me."

In this way, with a touch of despair in his heart, and a sense of confusion in their hearts, Xiude began the game with little time left.

Naturally, in the next game between the two teams, it was basically Chengrin's side that suppressed Xiude's side fiercely, and the original king of the East, Xiude University, had almost no room to fight back.

The rhythm is lost, the confidence is also lost, the momentum of the game is almost gone, and Xiude will not talk about any cooperation with his teammates in the next game, as long as he can not lose points, it is already very good, let alone score any goals.

At the end of the first quarter, two minutes and thirty seconds passed in a flash.

In the end, after the first quarter of the game, the score of the two teams was locked at 40:26, and Xiude fell behind Seirin by double digits and 14 points in the first quarter of the game.

Actually, this score, in the heart of Shintaro Midorima on Hidetoku's side, is reasonable.

After all, Hidetoku's performance, he Midorima Shintaro saw it, and it may not be easy to maintain the score of the two teams at a fourteen-point gap.

"Lin Tian, and Chengrin, is it true that my Xiude doesn't have any chance, doesn't I have any chance to win the game?"

After the game, Midorima held a white towel in his left hand, wiped the sweat on his body, and held a bottle of mineral water in his right hand, gulping it down.

After drinking, he took a big gulp of rough clothes, this first quarter of the ten-minute game, made him Midorima Shintaro consume a lot of physical strength, maybe the consumption of the game in these ten minutes, is the consumption of other games for twenty minutes, or even thirty minutes.

Tired, very tired, the muscles also felt a little tired, and the spirit that had been tense also felt a little tired.

Everything seems to be telling him Shintaro Midorima that the ending of this game is only one word: losing.

"I really don't want to lose!"

Lose, who will want to lose, and who will like the word?

But what can this do?

Midorima sat on the bench, feeling the remaining strength in his body, and raised his head, looking at the relaxed and casual face that was sitting on the rest area of Seirin and the laziness of that moment.

Looking at Lin Tian's expression, Midorima felt a deep powerlessness in his heart.

He knew that Lin Tian's physical consumption in the first quarter of the game must have been very small, at least much less than him.

In this way, Xiude wants to win the game, it may be really almost impossible.