King of the North Sun (9)

Yan Yufeng leaned back in the chair, drank water in a big gulp, ignoring the eyes of some strange teammates around him, Gao Yuan was nothing, but he could obviously see the strange eyes of the players who had just left the game, and immediately understood who they were looking at, and couldn't help but feel strange in his heart, touched Yan Yufeng, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing!" Yan Yufeng replied calmly.

Yan Yufeng knew very well why Xiang Jie and others looked at him like this, when there were only a few minutes left in the third quarter, when the team had not paused, he had said that there was a way to deal with the foul tactics used by the second middle school, but until the end of the third quarter of the game, he did not take action, which immediately made his teammates start to wonder.

The score did not narrow, and even pulled the gap to 10 points, and in the face of the final fourth quarter, the hand of victory seemed to no longer beckon to the twelve.

And I didn't act at all, which is completely normal for everyone to feel uneasy.

"The opponent is using foul tactics, using the substitutes who are constantly replaced to have fouled, relying on free throws to open the score, I didn't expect the eyes of the second middle school to be so vicious, or I still understand the weakness of our 12th middle school players' basic skills are not solid!

Players, it's the fourth quarter of the game soon, this is the most critical time, don't be full of fighting spirit because the score is 53-63, a difference of 10 points, there are still 10 minutes, we still have a chance! Wang Zhiquan gave a morale-boosting sermon.

"Everyone try not to foul, in addition to a few main players, the other substitute fouls have reached as many as three times, and everyone has also seen that in the last two minutes, the second middle school has stopped the injured tactics. Therefore, it can be seen that in the beginning of the fourth quarter, they will not play this tactic again! Shi Guang also analyzed next to him, but his tone still seemed very helpless, although the second middle school no longer used this tactic because his team members had already committed a lot of fouls, but the discerning people couldn't see that the reason why the second middle school stopped fouling tactics was because the goal had been achieved, and he smiled and entered the most critical fourth quarter with a gap of 10 points!

In the case that there is a gap between each other's forces, under the leadership of Mo Feng, the new dragon leader No. 4 who emerged from the second middle school, how can the twelfth middle school defeat the king of the second middle school with a difference of 10 points?

No one knows for sure.

In this section, Yan Yufeng did not have an excellent performance, and his score was less, and in the face of the crazy counterattack of the second middle school, Yan Yufeng looked a little weak.

"The tactics at the beginning of the fourth quarter are arranged like this, Zhai Yong, you '''''''''''''''''''''!" Wang Xuechao lowered his body and began to make tactical arrangements.

Yan Yufeng didn't go over, just lay on the chair, which made Gao Yuan next to him a little surprised, and glanced at Yan Yufeng, but found that he was resting with his eyes closed.

Yan Yufeng, what's wrong with you?

Gao Yuan looked at Yan Yufeng, who was flushed and fluttered, and began to feel uneasy.

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes, as if he was in a position like a Buddhist monk, his face was very calm, but what about his heart?

Or the same calm.

No!

Yan Yufeng was resting quickly, hoping to recover his strength before the fourth quarter of the game, and his head was also thinking quickly.

This tactic can't be exposed to the second middle school so early, can't!

This thought flashed through his mind at the end of the third quarter, when Yan Yufeng was about to take action.

The strength of the two and the reflexes of their coach should not be underestimated.

I'm going to beat No. 2 Middle School to death with a stick, and I don't think I can let No. 2 Middle School come up with countermeasures to get up again.

This in itself is a game with a huge disparity in strength, and in addition to going all out, you also need wisdom.

When he started the game, he didn't expect that Tang Chaohui would fall, and Mo Feng would stand up, so he didn't think too much about Mo Feng's existence, and he really underestimated Mo Feng's strength too much, thinking that Xiang Jie could resist his attack, but now it seems that Xiang Jie is still slightly inferior to Mo Feng.

Now there can be no more mistakes, and you have to wait until the end to break out.

Beat the two to death with a stick!

No. 2 Middle School can't be given another chance to turn over.

Yan Yufeng gritted his teeth, and his facial expression suddenly became resolute.

I need more energy and I have to recover quickly.

Until now, Yan Yufeng found that his physical fitness was still unable to meet the needs of the whole game, and he also saw his shortcomings in many places, but now is not the time to regret it, the game must be won, and there can be no mistakes.

Fight!

Yan Yufeng had such a thought for the first time.

Yan Yufeng, who was originally proud, finally understood the supreme pressure brought by a whole.

One person against five?

Hehe, it's so bitter!

If we win, we will never do this again in the national competition.

"Yan Yufeng!" Wang Xuechao's voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Yufeng stood up, walked to everyone, and said, "Here!" ”

"Why don't you come and listen to the tactical arrangements together?" Wang Xuechao's voice was a little reproachful, but more strange.

"I'm sorry, Coach, I didn't hear that!" Yan Yufeng replied.

Wang Xuechao just said yes, maybe he was too tired!

"Tactics are like this, we must always implement this defensive idea, we can put the outside line, but we must not empty the inside line to others, even if the second middle school scores points on the outside, we can't change this tactical thinking. Do you understand? Everyone! Wang Xuechao glanced at the team members.

"Understood, Coach!" The team members replied one after another, but they could feel the fatigue of everyone in their tones.

"At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Yan Yufeng, Xiang Jie, don't go up first, Zhai Yong, Li Feng, Wang Zhiquan, Long Guang, Cao Tao, you change to 131 formations, focusing on defending the inside line!" Wang Xuechao's voice suddenly became serious, which shows how much he pays attention to the important surname of the inner line.

The game reached the last quarter, and the players of each other had almost exhausted their physical reserves, at this time, the shooting rate of the outside line was definitely going to be reduced, plus Tang Chaohui went down, and now the only place in the second middle school that can score points, and the position to score heavy points is the inside line!

If you control the inside line, then there will be hope for victory.

Wang Xuechao sees this very clearly.

And letting Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie not play in the fourth quarter is also a gamble.

Obviously, Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie have no physical strength, especially Yan Yufeng, judging from his performance in the third quarter, the physical fitness of this 16-year-old boy is almost exhausted, although his physical fitness is better than all the players, but in the game, the task he has to take on is very heavy.

In itself, his position is a scoring guard, and when Zhai Yong is defended too tightly by Su Wei, he has to act as an organizational guard, and when he can't open the score, he has to go to the basket to play the position of big forward.

It's so tiring!

Yan Yufeng has been able to persist until now, which is very good.

Wang Xuechao breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the ceiling of the Power Gymnasium, and thought prayerfully in his heart: Now I can only hope that you will recover your strength quickly, and in the last time, take out all your strength to fight to the death with the Second Middle School!

"Toot'''!"

The game of the fourth quarter finally began.

The audience began to get excited, the most critical time is coming, in the first three quarters of the ups and downs, the two teams have had an advantage over each other, but the advantage in the second is even greater, and the score has never let the twelve exceed is a good proof.

When it comes to the final quarter, who is the real winner?

Everyone is looking forward to it, all Yan Yufeng's friends, all the people who support No. 2 Middle School, and the more than 9,000 spectators in the Power Gymnasium, who are sitting in front of the TV to pay attention to the new King of Beiyang.

All the expectations will be revealed after this final quarter.

Who will be the king of the North Sun?

Let's see for ourselves!

"Yikes! Why didn't the two main players in the twelve, No. 8 Yan Yufeng and No. 10 Xiang Jie, play??? Golden Mouth couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the players in the twelve.

"yes, what does that mean in Twelve?? At this most critical moment, the two most important main forces were not sent to play? What is Coach Wang Xuechao thinking? Tiekou was also surprised.

Not only the two of them, but the audience also began to notice this strange thing.

Did the 12th Middle School decide to give up?

"Hmph, it's a twelve, and I'm really not willing!" Qin Zheng was sneering.

"What do you mean by that? I think the 12th Middle School has given up! Under the influence of her husband, Mrs. Long Jinhong also knew a little bit of strength, and when she heard her husband's words, she couldn't help but ask strangely.

"Didn't you see that No. 8 didn't have any outstanding performance in the third quarter?" Qin Zhengdao.

"yes, it doesn't seem to be as eye-catching as the first two sections, alas''''' this kid!" Long Jinhong was regretful.

After all, it's still a child, and it's normal for your performance to be unstable!

"Do you know why he didn't behave?" Qin Zheng asked again.

"Kid, it's normal to behave inconsistently!" Long Jinhong's tone was very affirmative.

"Wrong, the reason why No. 8 didn't perform was because he was too tired!" Qin Zheng sneered.

"Too tired?" Long Jinhong was surprised, not only her, but even Qin Yan was taken aback by his father's words, and the two mothers and daughters blurted out almost at the same time.

"The twelfth and second middle schools have not been defeated until now, and the reason why they have not been defeated is entirely because of No. 8, he has carried the offensive banner alone, although he has not scored much, but you must clearly see that his assists have reached as many as 12, he is completely the spiritual leader of the twelve!" Speaking of this, Qin Zheng sighed, and he didn't know whether he was sighing for Yan Yufeng's ability or sighing for the fact that he could get such a good talent in the twelve.

"He played a few positions by himself, and even if he was an iron man, he couldn't last the whole game, so when it came to the third quarter, his physical exertion began to make him look ordinary. Coach Wang Xuechao saw this clearly, so he ruthlessly replaced him from the field, hoping to pray that No. 8 would recover his strength quickly in a short period of time.

That's why I said that the 12th middle school is not reconciled yet! Qin Zheng said this and added: "But I don't think his intentions are of any use, the second middle school has recovered, and basketball is not like football."

Maybe with luck, the underdog can score a goal and then defend to win the game!

But basketball is different, it is completely based on its own strength to determine the final winner of the game.

The weak team is the weak team, in each position, the twelfth middle school is weak and the second middle school, this is simply a one-sided game, just because of the existence of Yan Yufeng, the twelfth middle school was not pulled down by the second middle school, but even so, now there is a difference of 10 points, before Yan Yufeng did not play, how much will the score be different?

Hey! I still don't believe in miracles, because I know!

Basketball is all about strength, not luck! Qin Zheng waved his fist and shouted with an imposing affirmation.

Dad's words rang in his ears, and his eyes looked at him who was silent on the sidelines, and Qin Yan's heart tightened slightly.

Yan Yufeng, you have to come on!

Feeling that someone touched his shoulder, Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, twisted his head, and immediately sat up, "Coach!" ”

"Well, lie down, I'm just talking to you!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and hurriedly motioned for Yan Yufeng to lie down and rest.

"It's alright, Coach, what's the matter?" Yan Yufeng smiled.

"Can you still hold on?" Wang Xuechao's first sentence made others a little confused.

"Yes! I will take a break and finish the game! Yan Yufeng naturally understood what the coach was saying, his expression became serious, and he said affirmatively.

"Tell me, are you confident of victory?" Wang Xuechao's eyes began to sharpen, staring at Yan Yufeng's eyes, hoping to see something.

Yan Yufeng smiled slightly, revealing a smile that completely reassured Wang Xuechao, and said softly: "Actually, I already had a countermeasure at the end of the third, but it was not the time to use it at that time, but after a while, it will be different!" ”

"Countermeasures?" Wang Xuechao said in surprise.

Yan Yufeng actually saw the weakness of the second middle school, the weakness of the second middle school of the king who has been in Beiyang for nearly three years?

How many team coaches are thinking hard about how to go to the powerful attack and suffocating defense of the opponent two, but they didn't expect that now they will be seen through by a 16-year-old boy?

Is this possible?

Yan Yufeng looked at Wang Xuechao's face full of surprise and the suspicion in his eyes, smiled, and continued: "Coach, look! After speaking, he pointed to the second center that was defending: "I found that in the area from the 45-degree angle on the right side to the bottom line, the connection defense of center Fang Tao and small forward Tong Shan will always be inadvertently vacant.

This was originally the center of the regional three-person defense, when Tang Chaohui existed in the past, this center was very stable when fighting positional battles, but now that Tang Chaohui is gone, Shen Sheng, who replaced him, obviously has a tacit understanding problem with Tong Shan and Fang Tao.

It caused a very big flaw in the right away.

Just like a typhoon zone, the area from 34 degrees to the bottom line on the right side becomes the center of the typhoon.

A safe place where the sea is calm and calm.

A completely undefended dead end! When Yan Yufeng said this, his eyes flashed with excitement, looked at the coach who was still calm, and said affirmatively: "Only if I grasp this dead end, in a short period of time, I will score points in a few back and forth, and the second middle school will be finished!" ”

Wang Xuechao's breathing began to become short, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to joy, from joy to ecstasy, and he didn't laugh out loud because he was a coach.

"Yan Yufeng, well done!" Wang Xuechao desperately grabbed Yan Yufeng's hand, and lowered his voice and said excitedly.

"Hehe, it's actually nothing, if it weren't for Tang Chaohui's fate, I wouldn't have seen this flaw, because this is not a flaw at all, it's just revealed because of his fate!" Yan Yufeng said seriously.

"Yes, but it's amazing that you can see this flaw so quickly! Yan Yufeng! Why do you always surprise me? Wang Xuechao finally said what he had been thinking about.

It's a big treasure!

Basketball's big baby!

"Hehe'''''!" Yan Yufeng smiled, but was immediately interrupted by the sighs of the audience, and looked up at the situation on the court, Mo Feng was running out of the basket excitedly, and immediately several members of the second middle school ran up to congratulate.

I couldn't help but look up at the scoreboard, and my heart tightened.

57 to 70.

13 points off.

Wang Xuechao's happy performance immediately became gloomy again, and he glanced at Xiang Jie, who was still resting desperately, his eyes flickering.

"It's not time yet, if you implement this tactic too early, you will be seen through by the coach of the second middle school, and you can't let them have a chance to make up for it!" Yan Yufeng said firmly.

Wang Xuechao's expression finally calmed down, sat on the chair, and thought about it.

It's up to you!

Don't catch up with the score, you can't pull down the score!

Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

The shouts of the audience began to become thin, and many people began to think that the 12th Middle School was going to fail the challenge!

Fang Xiang smashed his seat hatefully, and vented his dissatisfaction with the fact that the coach of the 12th Middle School wanted to replace his idol. And the monkey and the little pig no longer had the strength to lie on the seat, looking helplessly at the court.

Sun Ming was pondering, because he saw Yan Yufeng and the coach sitting quietly on the rest seat, especially Yan Yufeng, he was very calm.

This is abnormal!

According to Yan Yufeng's surname, he won't just give up, something must happen.

Right! That's right!

There is still a trail in Twelve.

Yan Yufeng, he must have hidden something!

Sun Ming began to get excited, sitting in his place, shaking back and forth uncontrollably.

"What are you doing?" Fang Xiang saw Sun Ming's appearance, sat up, and asked, "You seem to be very excited?" ”

"Damn, I'm excited because I see it!" Sun Ming said proudly.

"See what?" Fang Xiang was a little puzzled.

"You just watch the game mentally, when Yan Yufeng comes on the field, you will know what is going to happen!" Sun Ming pulled up Fang Xiang, who was lying on the seat without energy.

"True or fake?" Fang Xiang looked incredulous.

"Wait patiently!" Sun Ming said with confidence on his face.

Songzi was a little anxious, but not to the point of being completely depressed, for some reason, when he saw Yan Yufeng sitting quietly on the rest seat, his heart seemed to be reassured.

He's going to make a move, I'm sure he's going to do it!

Cao Hui was also thinking, he looked fat and was sitting in his position now, holding his head with one hand and looking sideways at the field, a little funny, but from his eyes, you could find that the eyes that should have been cloudy are now shining deeply.

There must be something in this, otherwise the coach of the 12th middle school and the No. 8 didn't sit there so calmly and didn't move, the score gap has been stretched to 13 points, what tricks will they have?

It's so exciting.

Cao Hui's fat face shook a few times, he should have laughed, right?

All the answers came on that 8th.

Give me a beautiful game and I'm starting to believe in miracles.

Cao Hui thought to himself.

After a pause, Wang Xuechao made further tactical adjustments, and while increasing the defensive position, he also instructed Zhai Yong to increase the defense of Su Wei.

The game continued.

After the timeout, the 12th midfielder began to consume his physical energy. This really worked, and under the frantic resistance, and the stubborn stalking of everyone, the score was never pulled apart again.

The 13-point gap has been maintained.

The clock ticked by, and in an atmosphere of frustration and disappointment, the game reached the final five minutes.

Long Dahai walked back and forth restlessly, although the team still had a 13-point advantage, this uneasy mood was still swaying in his body. There is already a 13-point gap, and it is impossible for the twelfth middle school to come up with any tricks.

What are you worried about?

The heart of the void reverberates with its own problems.

No one told him!

Uneasy, uneasy, uneasy!

Crazy restlessness!

Qin Zheng was also uneasy, his eyes swirled on the rest seat of the twelfth middle school from time to time, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

How so?

Could it be that I miscalculated, is the 12th Middle School really going to give up the game?

Impossible, looking at No. 8's calm expression and Wang Xuechao's still unfazed face, Qin Zheng's heart began to feel uneasy.

What exactly do they want to do? What exactly do they have in mind?

What makes them so calm!

Bastard! Why didn't I see it????

What is it?

Qin Zheng began to fall into crazy self-thought.

Cao Hui's eyes flashed with a cold glint.

"It's time!" Cao Hui called.

Normally, in the last five minutes of the game, the team that is behind will start the final crazy counterattack, because if you wait any longer, you will lose the last glimmer of hope of winning.

So, it's in the last five minutes to see if a team gives up.

Yan Yufeng slowly stood up.

The mastiff on Cao Hui's face suddenly trembled, and there was a happy look in his eyes.

Long Dahai's eyes just saw Yan Yufeng stand up after watching the time, and his heart trembled violently, cold and cold!

It's finally time to make a move!

Bastard, are you really hiding?

Long Dahai's eyes burst out not only with anger, but also with the wavering and panic in his heart about victory.

Qin Zheng also saw Yan Yufeng stand up, and there was a golden light in front of him.

Really hiding a hand?

What is it?

Damn!!!!

Sun Ming's face showed a smile like he had finally arrived, and he said softly, "It's time for a wonderful time!" ”

Matsuko also smiled and whispered to himself, "Good guy, it's finally going to start!" ”

Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie replaced Long Guang and Li Feng.

The moment he made contact with Li Feng's hand, Yan Yufeng said in a low voice: "It's hard work, it's up to me now!" ”

Li Feng looked at Yan Yufeng's confident face suspiciously.

"I'm sorry, the countermeasure of the third section should be the most appropriate to use now, sorry! I didn't tell you! Yan Yufeng said modestly.

Li Feng's expression immediately showed his original appearance, and he gasped: "It's up to you!" We all believe in you! ”

Yan Yufeng nodded silently, and nodded to Gao Yuan, who had just finished cheering with him in his position, then shook his head and stepped onto the field with Xiang Jie with a murderous face.

"Wait, you can answer me more at the right arc!" Yan Yufeng said suddenly.

"Yes, I see!" Xiang Jie nodded, although he didn't hear the conversation between Yan Yufeng and the coach just now, he obviously knew that Yan Yufeng actually had a countermeasure.

It's up to you, Yan Yufeng!

I will block everything for you in the back, not only me, so the people in the Twelve are behind you to block everything for you.

The offense is up to you! Yan Yufeng!

"No. 8 Yan Yufeng has finally changed to the field, it seems that the 12th middle school has not given up, they are still eager to win!" When Jinzui saw Yan Yufeng's play, he immediately became excited.

Every time this No. 8 appears, I am excited, and I feel that this No. 8 brings not only wonderful, but also hopeful.

Hope is in my hands!

Yan Yufeng spread out his palms, looked at the members of the second squadron with his eyes, and then stretched out his hand to his chest and slowly clenched it.

Second in the middle!

I'm coming!

After three passes, the ball finally reached Yan Yufeng's hands.

Yan Yufeng turned around, turned his back to Shen Sheng behind him, shook his body from side to side, grabbed the ball with one hand, and pushed away Shen Sheng's hand who was pulling his jersey with the other.

Suddenly, Yan Yufeng turned around, and after shaking left and right twice, the ball was suddenly thrown out and thrown behind Shen Sheng, and then his right foot stepped to the left, and his body ran past.

The audience suddenly exclaimed.

This can also be better???

How not!

Of course, Yan Yufeng bypassed Shen Sheng without the ball like lightning, probed the ape arm, and grabbed the ball dangerously in Tong Shan, first controlled the ball, and then changed direction with a large arc and a short body to the left, with a wrong step, and took Tong Shan, who had left his defensive position, with a big stride.

Taking a step further, it was already in the three-second zone, and the orange hoop was in front of him, and the white basket net seemed to be blown by the wind, fluttering slightly.

"Whew!"

Yan Yufeng shouted, suddenly stepped forward, and held the ball with both hands as a shooting feint.

There was no time to think about whether Yan Yufeng was a real vote or a fake vote, Mo Feng took a big step and pressed over horizontally with his hands outstretched.

Yan Yufeng's hands holding the ball suddenly returned, and he actually took the ball around his waist and spun around, and then his body suddenly rotated around.

The ball is gone!

Where did it go???

Xiang Jie, who suddenly ran out from the right, told them.

After receiving the rebound ball from Yan Yufeng's confused posture, Xiang Jie was very agile and very sophisticated, and he didn't stop, and a simplified three-step layup put the ball into the hoop.

"Yay!"

62 to 73.

All the people in the rest seat of the twelfth middle school screamed happily.

It's been a long time since I've scored a goal like this.

Wang Xuechao waved his hand on his chest and pursed his mouth in satisfaction.

Replacing Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie together is really a bet.

They are born as if they have a tacit understanding.

One passes to the outrageous and in place, and the other appears suddenly and magically understands where the ball will be.

What a combination!

Mo Feng was aggressively stuck in the position on the inside, and Su Wei still hoisted the ball under Zhai Yong's rogue defense.

The moment Mo Feng caught the ball steadily, he suddenly turned around, and immediately carried Xiang Jie behind him to the side, and then vigorously slapped the basketball with both hands, caught the habitual surname, stepped into the basket on the right side, jumped up, held the ball with both hands and lifted it high, with an obvious slam dunk action.

His hand had already passed the basket, and just as Mo Feng was about to pour it down vigorously, Yan Yufeng pounced fiercely from behind.

"Smack!"

Touching each other with four hands, the ball was pressed on the rebound by Yan Yufeng, Mo Feng didn't know what was going on at all, and the referee's whistle didn't ring in his ears.

How so?

When Yan Yufeng fell, he immediately jumped up like a spring, grabbed the falling basketball in his hand, turned around and ran forward.

Yan Yufeng glanced at it, and immediately saw Zhai Yong running wildly on the left side, passing the scout before Tong Shan wanted to block it.

Zhai Yong slanted his eyes at the flying basketball, caught the ball very steadily, and then tried his best to finally send the ball into the basket under the pursuit of Su Wei behind him.

* Than 73.

The situation is beginning to turn.

"The referee's penalty is very clear, judging from the slow motion, No. 8 Yan Yufeng first covered the ball, and then made physical contact with the offensive player No. 4 Mo Feng because of his habitual surname, and it is no problem not to award a defensive foul!" Tiekou quickly explained.

"This ball is exactly the same as the ball of No. 10 Xiang Jie in No. 4 Mo Fenggai 12 Middle School in the third quarter, it's too coincidental! Is this an accident or was it deliberately added by No. 8 Yan Yufeng? Jinzui looked at Yan Yufeng on the field with questions and sighed.

"No sure! No one knows what was going on in his mind on the 8th?! Tiekou seemed to be answering his partner's question, and it seemed to be admiring.

Yan Yufeng looked at the scoreboard, and then glanced at the timetable - 3 minutes and 47 seconds! I knew in my heart that it was time to perform!

After successfully defending a second attack, Yan Yufeng came to the right field with the ball from the backfield, and when Wang Xuechao saw Yan Yufeng slowly swimming on the right side, he knew in his heart: Yan Yufeng's peak moment is coming!

Shen Sheng was still shaking hard in front of him, his constantly swaying hands and fierce expression looked like it was difficult for him to break through, but Yan Yufeng saw the fear and disbelief in Shen Xing's eyes.

Yan Yufeng, who had recovered some physical strength, now had the explosive power to break through him instantly, but he still had to wait for a while.

What time?

When Xiang Jie crossed from the right side to the left, when Tong Shan and Fang Tao were attracted to Xiang Jie, the three-person hidden area defense on the right side was about to reveal his flashing flaws.

Xiang Jie ran over quickly from the right side without the ball, the dancing hand, and the appearance of Yan Yufeng, who was just facing the ball, immediately made Tong Shan nervous, and when Mo Feng, who was defending him, had not yet attached to him, he had to make a corresponding side defense.

Fang Tao's mental attention on the inside line was also attracted by Xiang Jie, and Xiang Jie's flexible running position under the basket really made him have to take his heart to see and stabilize him.

Here it comes!

Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

With a sharp thrust of his body, his right shoulder leaned back, his left shoulder leaned forward, and the right hand holding the ball came back, Shen Sheng completely shifted his center of gravity to the right.

It's too easy for you!

A trace of disdain flashed at the corner of Yan Yufeng's mouth, and only at this moment did his feet move, his left foot stepped out like lightning, and his right foot kicked on the toes, and with a "roar", Shen Sheng was completely and completely over.

Shaking Shen Sheng, Yan Yufeng did not move forward, pulled down to the right, just stepped on the ground with his left foot, and immediately got up, Tong Shan, who was defending on the right side, rushed to the front and shot a decisive shot.

"Brush!"

The crisp sound of the ball and the grinding of the net.

66 to 73.

Yan Yufeng raised his right hand and ran back.

"Toot!"

Long Dahai immediately called a long timeout.

"Well done!" Everyone shouted to Yan Yufeng.

"Yes!" Yan Yufeng just responded.

A thought crossed my mind.

Can Long Dahai see it?

No way!

Looking at Coach Wang Xuechao's expression, he also looked nervously at the rest seat of the second middle school.

It shouldn't be so fast!

Qin Zheng whispered dissatisfaction in the stands.

"I played a 6-0 ** in one fell swoop, what happened to the second middle school? Didn't you play well just now? Could it be that there is something wrong with the psychology of seeing the appearance of the 8th? How so? ”

Cao Hui was thinking about it, he seemed to see something from the unusual pull-up jump shot after the breakthrough of No. 8 just now, but he still couldn't figure it out.

According to the surname of this number 8, he should still want to shoot this ball inside, why did he throw it right away?

Strange!

But the decision to shoot was very good, and there was no one to defend at all, hehe! Easy shots!

There is no one to defend at all!!!

Easy shots!

Cao Hui suddenly stood up, staring at the big screen full of shots just played, his eyes sparkling.

"I see! If smart! Cao Hui muttered in a low voice.

After the pause, the game continued, and Yan Yufeng once again took the ball to the right side.

Shen Sheng, who was defending him, was very nervous, and he began to post it, giving up the one-on-one frontal defense at the beginning.

You're still a little smart!

Yan Yufeng smiled, turned his back to Shen Sheng, and let him rely on himself.

If you have more strength than me and faster speed than me, maybe this trick will work, but if you don't have strength and you don't have speed, how can you defend me like this?

Yan Yufeng grabbed the ball with one hand with his right hand, his left hand suddenly stretched, and then his body suddenly hung over, his steps were sideways, and he held Shen Sheng's lower armpit with one hand, and then the right hand that grabbed the ball turned to the left with his body, and he was on a shoulder with Shen Sheng.

Shen Sheng was shocked, but Yan Yufeng's sudden burst of power was too great, and he couldn't turn around at all, so he suddenly felt that his left body was gone, and when he looked up, the No. 8 was already two meters away from him.

Why is he so fast?

I can't catch up at all!

Shen Sheng suddenly thought in frustration.

(This is a very useful move, and if the opponent is clinging to you, you can rely on it to get rid of him after knowing that the opponent is not as strong or fast as you.)

Turn your back to him first, then turn around suddenly, where you turn, you use which hand to rely on him, and then a wide range of reverse turns, the ball will go straight forward, and in an instant you are already a meter behind him.

At that point, it's up to you to make a sudden pull-up jump shot!

But remember, you have to be consistent in your movements, and be careful of being blown into steps! ）

After Yan Yufeng shook off Shen Sheng, he jumped up easily before Tong Shan's defense, relying on his skillful ball sense, Yan Yufeng's balance was unstable caused by the emergency stop, and he threw the ball out in a high arc.

"Brush!"

With a bang, Long Dahai's heart was like being hammered, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back one after another!

What happened to this number 8?

After a break, it was like a different person, such an accurate score and breakthrough.

And he didn't even prevent it, so he shot so easily!

How so?

Cao Hui finally smiled, shook his head and smiled appreciatively: "It seems that I am not old yet!" ”

68 to 73.

5 points difference!

Wang Xuechao looked at the table below, there are still 2 minutes and 24 seconds.

Enough is enough!

Wang Xuechao looked back at all the members of the 12th Squadron and raised his hand excitedly.

All the team members immediately raised their hands.

Will history really be changed by us?????

All the people in the twelve are thinking.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Qin Zheng began to understand a little.

Oh, my God! Who saw this flaw???? The No. 8 is still Wang Xuechao???

Or is it just accidental??

Qin Zheng collapsed step by step.

After being chased by the 12th middle school for 8 points in a row, the second middle school players began to panic, all of this was brought by this 8, and now every second middle school player has changed the way they look at him.

Fear was evident on everyone's face.

Mo Feng suddenly roared: "Get up, we are the second middle school of the king!" The second squadron member stared at the furious Mo Feng in front of him with wide eyes.

"Remember, we are the second king of the king, the king of Beiyang for three years! If we want to fall, we will also fall upright! Mo Feng pointed at each of his teammates and said coldly.

"If you are still from King II, then please fight with me!"

After Mo Feng said this, he first stepped into the half of the twelve.

Yan Yufeng, I can't let you make history, and I can't let you kick me into the abyss of a loser!

Never!

I'm going to fight until the last second.

In the last two minutes, the second middle school began to defend frantically, and they began to use double to encircle Yan Yufeng, at this moment, the score has become unimportant, and all the people in the second middle school are hoping for the difference of 5 points.

Keep it up, it's almost over, we can't afford to lose! We are the second king.

Every No. 2 player is self-hypnotizing and inwardly commanding himself.

Every action, every action began to become a little hideous, and everyone understood: the second middle school was going to fight hard.

The audience began to fall silent at some point.

This is a life-and-death battle for a new king to challenge the former overlord, and now, it has reached the most critical moment.

For whom?

Everyone is starting to get lost.

One is to stand for honor, and the other is to change history.

Contradictory mood led to a crowd of nine thousand spectators, in the heat of the game, silence!

Jinzui and his old partner Tiekou were also silent.

After broadcasting for so long, it is the first time to see such a fierce and crazy game, and after defending the championship for three consecutive years in the second middle school and winning the Power Cup, the two hesitated.

The game is at the last minute!

There is still a 5-point gap, who is the final winner??

Cheer for whom?

I do not know!

For whom did you shout?

I don't know?

Let the winner tell everyone!

A voice rang out in everyone's hearts.

Yan Yufeng still stubbornly controlled the ball, under Shen Sheng's completely crazy close defense, and under the bag of Su Wei, who had given up defending Zhai Yong, Yan Yufeng held the ball firmly in his arms.

When Yan Yufeng was looking for an opportunity to make a move, waiting for the 24-second attack time to finally come before making a move, Su Wei suddenly rushed over, and immediately clamped Yan Yufeng's bag with Shen Sheng.

You must find Zhai Yong!

When Yan Yufeng saw Su Wei's appearance, the first thought that flashed through him was it.

There's still a five-point gap, you have to shoot threes, and it's a good opportunity now!

When looking at Su Wei's appearance, Yan Yufeng understood that Zhai Yong was the key now.

But the four in front of him completely blocked his sight, where is Zhai Yong?

Yan Yufeng suddenly jumped up with a short body.

No one knew that Yan Yufeng would make such a move.

jumped high, and suddenly everything on the field Yan Yufeng saw clearly.

Zhai Yong was really standing on the left side, and when he saw Yan Yufeng looking at him, Zhai Yong stretched out his hand in ecstasy.

"Drink!"

Yan Yufeng let out a roar, forcibly twisted his waist, and threw the ball at Zhai Yong.

"It's up to you!"

Take a deep breath, open your feet slightly, then catch the ball, get up, and shoot!

Zhai Yong forced himself to stabilize, imagining the scene of shooting three points in his usual training, and threw this most critical shot.

Maybe it's nothing when you stop breathing, but if your heart stops beating too, it's amazing.

The moment Zhai Yong shot the ball, his heart really stopped.

The whole body was cold and cold, and a very cool taste spread quickly to the whole body as if it had been electrocuted.

As the top scorer in the twelfth, after practicing the three-point shot for almost five years, the second when the ball finally said goodbye to the index finger, Zhai Yong told himself in his heart - there is!

Landed, Zhai Yong held his right hand high, stood outside the three-point line, and stood still.

"Brush!"

Long Dahai's face suddenly turned pale.

Qin Zheng's face really turned green.

The cheers erupted in that second.

All of Zhai Yong's ecstasy burst out in an instant, and he rushed towards Yan Yufeng without any image.

"Yay!"

The rest seat of the twelfth middle school was jubilant, the towels were fluttering, and the lame plateau was actually hugging Qin Lan, you can imagine how irrational people are in ecstasy.

The celebration lasted only a few seconds, and the game proceeded at the referee's signal and urging.

Every second middle school recalled Mo Feng's words in his ears: There is still one minute, and we haven't lost yet!

Yan Yufeng's words resounded in every twelve centers: There is still one minute, and history will be changed by us!

Come on!

The last minute!

Let you witness who is the king of Beiyang!

The second middle is advancing slowly, and everyone immediately spreads out to mark the person they want to defend, and at the last moment, man-to-man is the best tactic.

Everyone in the twelve is desperately clinging to each other, although it is a person-to-person, but everyone is still close to each other's positions, inside and outside the three-point line, ten people began the most tragic physical confrontation.

Xiang Jie gritted his teeth and held Mo Feng in front of him, he must not let him step into the three-second zone! Never!

The ball finally reached Mo Feng's hand, and he passed the ball from Zhai Yong under Su Wei's lying on the ground in a willing self-inflicted image.

Mo Feng bent down to pick up the ball, and then suddenly half-turned, and hit Xiang Jie's chest with his right elbow, a very reasonable, but also very cruel physical confrontation action.

"Yes!"

Xiang Jie let out a muffled snort, Mo Feng's sudden attack completely made him speechless, and he could only gasp in, but the firmness in his heart still allowed him to lean his body on Mo Feng's body.

Xiang Jie didn't let Mo Feng squeeze his position away, but at this moment, the time was about to come, Mo Feng flashed coldly, gritted his steel teeth, slapped the basketball with his right hand, bent his left hand, and turned around in a sweep.

Xiang Jie felt Mo Feng's sudden strength from his back, knowing that he was about to launch the final blow, he was powerless to resist, a thought flashed, Xiang Jie gritted his teeth, and directly leaned his face over.

The black iron elbow in front of him greeted him like a whistling wind.

Suddenly, the dark shadow became the scene of each teammate fighting.

Han Dazhu was deprived of his center of gravity and fell to the ground unconscious.

After Gao Yuan's ankle injury, a person secretly shed tears.

Yan Yufeng was unconscious in the arms of the captain Gao Yuan after unloading the four baskets.

And ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

Everyone is working hard for the victory that is coming soon.

Why can't I do something?

I just hope that this will win the sympathy of the referee!

This is Xiang Jie's last thought at the moment.

"Humph!"

Xiang Jie was directly injected into his left elbow with all the power that Mo Feng finally burst out.

Xiang Jie turned half an exaggerated body in the air, and then fell to the ground with a "snap".

At the moment of hitting, you can clearly see that there is blood on Xiang Jie's face.

"Toot!" The referee immediately blew the whistle.

All the people looked at the referee's gestures.

The referee glanced at Xiang Jie, who was lying on the ground bleeding and unconscious, paused, suddenly pointed his finger at Mo Feng, and then turned around and made a gesture of No. 4 to catch an offensive foul.

No one in the twelfth middle school cheered, and all the people in the second middle school were silent.

Mo Feng's indifferent face was as pale as death.

looked down at Xiang Jie, who had fallen to the ground and was already surrounded by people, silent.

If you want to really judge, Xiang Jie obviously came over by himself, and the punishment was supposed to be reversed.

But who would really open their mouths?

Xiang Jie used his blood to tell all the people in the second middle school that for the sake of victory, I can do nothing!

Xiang Jie had already carried it down, and a court cleaner was lying on the ground wiping the blood stains on the floor, watching the gradually disappearing, clean floor Mo Feng suddenly trembled when he looked at it.

Due to Xiang Jie's dismissal and because the referee awarded Mo Feng's offensive foul, Yan Yufeng was selected as a substitute free thrower to step on the free throw line.

Yan Yufeng didn't have anger in his heart, the injury of Dazhu last time made him suddenly uncontrollably crazy, but today when he saw Xiang Jie fall to the ground, his face was full of blood red, Yan Yufeng suddenly became cold.

For victory!

He did such a sacrifice!!

Is it worth it?

Xiang Jie, tell me!

Suddenly, Yan Yufeng had no feeling for the upcoming victory.

Why exactly do we race?

Why?

For the sake of honor?

Own honor?

No!

Yan Yufeng shook his head.

We have to respect basketball, and for basketball: victory is the best respect.

I'm going to score those two points and tie the score!

Not for honor, nor for Xiang Jie, who paid the price for these two points.

For basketball!

Because I respect basketball!

I'm still going to win, and that's because I finally understand what the game is all about!

"Brush!"

Yan Yufeng slowly returned his hand and walked back expressionlessly.

73 to 73.

With only 24 seconds left, the 12th was finally tied for the score.

The second middle school controls the ball, the fierce confrontation still exists, and in a moment, the feeling that victory is in front of you makes everyone crazy and seize the victory!

Everybody's crazy about that.

Yan Yufeng didn't!

He coldly observed the situation of the whole field, and when he understood what he was fighting for, Yan Yufeng was surprised to find that he suddenly calmed down, although the field was still fierce as usual, but he could hear every breath he took and felt every beat of his heartbeat.

Yan Yufeng suddenly understood.

I finally stepped into a new realm of basketball.

When you understand what you're doing for, you're going to be very quiet.

It's as if you're standing in the void and looking down at everything on this scene, and he's so calm and maddeningly calm that he's watching everything on it.

When the second was drawn to the last seventh second, Yan Yufeng suddenly moved, and when everyone didn't understand what was going on, he rushed to the void of the right three-point line.

There was only one person who was extremely frightened, and that was Su Wei.

When he glanced at the whole court and finally decided to pass the ball out of his hand, he saw Yan Yufeng stepping towards him and Tong Shan, who was standing at the right three-point line.

How did he know I was going to pass it on to him?????

Su Yan thought in disbelief.

Yan Yufeng stretched out his right hand, took the ball in his hand naturally as if passing it to himself, and then threw the ball forward, and after each step of his feet, his body reached extreme speed.

Yan Yufeng suddenly thought of the last seven seconds with the school team that day, and the feeling of rushing to the front court alone after breaking the ball at that moment.

It's a good feeling!

Yan Yufeng, who was running quickly in the wind, burst into a smile, an intoxicating and charming smile.

All eyes were focused on Yan Yufeng's body.

Gao Yuan, Wang Xuechao, Sun Ming, Qin Yan'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''.

At this moment, Yan Yufeng, who is galloping on the court, has become the hope of all those who like him.

He seemed to be running faster and faster, but in his body, which was already fast and didn't have much strength, he was surprised to find that a new force was boiling.

What is that?

Hunger for victory?

No!

That's the noblest and most sincere respect for basketball!

I firmly believe that yes!

Go ahead!

Yan Yufeng jumped up suddenly, and said goodbye to the snow-white and pure free throw line at the last moment on the tip of his left foot!

It's all over!

King of the North Sun (end)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004.8.6

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