"Do you see what's coming?" A middle-aged man in the stands asked his friend sitting next to him.

Qu Dong shook his head, and said with a solemn face: "The speed of the two teams is too fast, almost every round has new changes, and there are so many tactics and mysteries that I don't have time to make a comparison many times, let alone analyze!" ”

"Hey, hey! In fact, when you asked me to bring you here, I was still quite strange, how could a national character pay attention here! But when I got here, I realized that your decision was indeed right, I don't know if it was because of watching the game live, I always felt that this game was much more interesting than watching those CUBA leagues in front of the TV. The middle-aged man said with a smile that he is a friend of Qudong for many years, and Yang Yan, the president of the largest Feike Sporting Goods Co., Ltd. in China, although he only understands football and does not know much about basketball, but as the host, at the request of friends, come to watch the game and relax himself, which is actually a good decision.

Qu Dong smiled and said, "Isn't it a little wronged to let you, the big president, sit in an ordinary seat with me and watch the game?" ”

"Hehe, now it seems that such a decision is still good, at least it is much better than sitting in the VIP room, the atmosphere here is very good!" Yang Yan waved his hand and said with a good feeling.

"What, do you see any good seedlings?" Yang Yan asked again.

Qu Dong shook his head and said: "No, after all, the quota of the national youth team is already enough, I came this time, just to see, there is no professional systematic training at all, just pure personal interests and hobbies, and semi-professionalism plus the previous basketball soil, whether there is a good fruit to grow." ”

Yang Yan paused, and said strangely: "You came this time, it is purely sightseeing!" ”

This time Qu Dong was strange, and said: "Don't you really think that I am here to choose seedlings!" ”

Yang Yan glared and said, "Of course I think so, do you think that those players who have been training professionally since childhood are very strong?" In my opinion, this is not a group of living puppets who do not have the slightest ambition and play ball completely on the task of being assigned by their superiors! ”

Qu Dong was not angry, sighed, and said: "The fighting spirit can be stimulated, but the physical fitness is irreparable!" ”

"Humph!" Yang Yan said now, but picked up some things on his mind, disdainfully: "Although I don't understand basketball, but I think, China's professional system is actually roughly the same, especially in the development of some of our already weak projects, it's really disappointing, look at the group of children who started to play football at the age of four, five or six, trained for more than ten years, when it comes to playing games, it's not that you should eat it, and if you can't eat it, you can only do it and watch, when you have to force it to eat, you see, it is definitely the virtue of choking to death!" ”

"Don't, Yang Yan, don't get involved in football again, I don't understand football, so, please stop!" Qu Dong smiled bitterly, and when he talked about football, Yang Yan, who made a fortune from football, immediately became angry.

"Okay, then let's not talk about this, Lao Qu, don't you think that in the current training system, we are too naïve? This group of children, once the bone marrow is measured, the final height is obtained, and then it is managed in a closed manner, how tall the height is, what height is played, and before the person grows out, the touch is put on first, don't you think it's ridiculous? Yang Yan sneered.

Qu Dong was surprised, glanced at his friend twice, and said, "I can't see it, you really have research on basketball, and you even know this!" ”

"Humph!" Yang Yan sneered again, sighed, and said: "That group of children, since childhood, have been instilled that if you play well in the future, you can enter the professional team, and then life will be very good, and you can become a star sought after by tens of thousands of people.

Alas! When this group of children reaches the age of seventeen or eighteen, they have skills and bodies, but they don't have the ambition of a red heart, and they are not a pity to look at! ”

Qu Dong has no language, in fact, what his old friend said, he has long known, although his words are more extreme, in fact, everyone should see that in such a situation, there are still talents, but it is true that these talents can only be used, and it is unrealistic to push them to a higher position.

"If you're looking for talent, it's not a good place!" Yang Yan suddenly pointed to the court and said expectantly.

At this time, it happened that Beiyang was grabbing a rebound, and under the fast serve of the big pillar, he quickly formed a three-on-one fast-attack situation, and finally handed the ball to the middle, which was raised by Ye Changfeng with one hand, and a volley flew to complete the attack.

After the night long wind was over, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and the high-spirited and assisted Gao Yuan slapped each other's palms, and then retreated to his own half.

"See, such a ball is called beautiful!" Yang Yan shouted, and like the person next to him who had already stood up and cheered, his expression suddenly became excited.

In the midst of the excited crowd, Qu Dong fell into deep thought.

In fact, I came to visit an old friend and classmate I hadn't seen for a long time, and that was Shang Lin.

The two met in a refresher class, and they admired each other's basketball knowledge and ideas, but at that time they were valued by the national head coach xxx, and then boarded the dragon boat and stepped into the upper echelons of the Chinese basketball world, while Shang Lin was ridiculed as a basketball maniac because his thinking was too avant-garde, so he had to go to the United States.

I didn't know about Shang Lin's return, but I didn't intend to pick up a newspaper, which just roughly reported some of the latest battles in the Chinese high school league, and in a photo, I saw Shang Lin, who still hadn't changed in the slightest, and then I realized that this ghost talent, who was very respected by me, actually returned to China.

It's just that I really can't figure it out, no matter how down, with the level back then, Shang Lin shouldn't be reduced to being a high school basketball coach, with puzzlement, he came to Shanghai.

Of course, you need some reasons, and the Nike Cup Shanghai Finals, which represents the highest level of Chinese high schools, is a good drag.

The World Youth Championships are very close, and now his every move will make people have countless guesses, although he is still only the third in command of the national youth, but everyone knows that he Qu Dong is the biggest influencer who controls the final 12-man squad.

Therefore, he was simple and wronged his friends, and the two of them became ordinary spectators to watch the first game of the game.

According to Qudong, this team does not have very good strength, and he can't figure out why Shang Lin would lead such a team to fight, but since he can reach the finals, it is still good.

Of course, everyone's vision is different, for Qu Dong, such a team that does not have a single person to reach two meters, is a completely small lineup, its defensive line, too weak, if it is faced with a certain inside line and outside line, and then under the attack of the inside line combined with the outside line, such a team has almost no possibility of winning.

This is the first impression of the team coached by Qu Dong so far.

The game continued, and the impression of the Qudong team changed slightly, at least in one point, the skills and tactics of this team are still very good, but the height is too short.

In the face of Nanyang, a national team with a surname that I have also heard of, it is already very good to be able to play to this point, which can also be seen from one side that Shang Lin has learned a lot in the past few years.

Qu Dong laughed, he remembered that when he was studying at that time, he and Shang Lin Bingzhu fought at night, and the scene of the paper was on paper, it seems that when I have time, I have to understand the demeanor of General Shang again.

This is Shang Lin's self-styled nickname at that time, Qu Dong still remembers clearly, Shang Lin said very seriously: The stadium is like a battlefield, every second is changing rapidly, and I am confident that I can face all this and command freely.

That sentence, that expression, shocked Qu Dong who was snickering at that time.

"Hey, did you hear me, why are you in a daze again!" Yang Yan's voice pulled Qu Dong back to reality, Qu Dong straightened his mind, and said lightly: "Everything you just said is too unrealistic!" ”

Yang Yan seemed to have guessed Qu Donghui to say this, and he didn't continue to force it, just looked at the teenagers who ran on the court and shouted loudly, sighed, and said: "It's just a pity for this group of children, they are all natural, the game is like a warrior facing a challenge, victory is like dignity for them, and they need to defend with their lives like dignity, I have seen many wild balls, and they have a few children to pull sponsorship, and then they are like weaving ideals to organize a league, and then in nothingness, Desperately strive for the winner's smile.

Qu Dong also sighed, he also heard that as the largest sporting goods company in China, many times, instead focus on the worthless amateur small-scale league, for the Chinese Super League, such as the national surname of the large league, but lack of due investment, this was once the most incomprehensible and pen-criticized topic in the media, but I didn't expect that here, I realized that this is all my friend's ideological problem.

"It's a pity, these children, when they grow up, put down their beloved sports and devote themselves to the future of their livelihood, and these can only become a hobby to treasure, old friend, don't you think it's a pity?" Yang Yan's expression suddenly became serious.

Qu Dong nodded, how many unknown geniuses were buried like this, this is indeed a huge waste.

"I don't know why I suddenly have so many feelings, maybe it makes me very unhappy to see your indifferent expression!" Yang Yan also realized that it was very meaningless to say this now, recovered his mentality, and laughed and scolded again.

"Really?" Qu Dong also laughed, but he was deeply sad in his heart.

"Let's watch, let's make a bet, who will win?" Yang Yan found that Qu Dong seemed to be influenced by himself, so he changed the topic and smiled.

"Nanyang!" Qu Dong is not ambiguous at all.

"Why!" Yang Yan was surprised, although he also thought that the strength of this Beiyang Twelfth Middle School was indeed inferior to that of the host Nanyang, but he could not be like Qu Dong, who did not hesitate to close the coffin.

"Why? Hehe! Qu Dong laughed, "Basketball is different from football, a slight gap in strength will be a complete tilt of the balance of victory!" You still don't understand this truth! Friends! ”

"Is that so?" Yang Yan was a little unconvinced, although he was a national figure who said this, but he was too immersed in football, which surprised him by this theorem.

"Well, that's right, basketball needs one score after another to win the game, just like building a house, the faster the house will be completed if the builder has good craftsmanship, sufficient materials, and complete equipment. For football, the advantage of 89 minutes is no match for a fatal mistake! Qu Dong said with a smile.

Yang Yan nodded and said, "It makes sense, it's hard to believe, no wonder there are many fewer people who bet on basketball!" ”

"Haha!" Qu Dong laughed.

Yang Yan put his eyes back on the court, looking at the Beiyang team, running desperately, that crazy expression, after getting Qu Dong's answer, a sigh suddenly rose in his heart.

"I found out about me and started to love basketball!" Yang Yan suddenly said to himself.

"Huh~'''What''?" Qu Dong didn't hear it clearly, and said strangely.

Yang Yan smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's nothing, watch the ball!" ”

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'Coach, saliva!' Qin Lan handed over a bottle of mineral water and sent it to Shang Lin, who was standing there and commanding.

"Yes, thank you!" Shang Lin took it, did not forget to say thank you, unscrewed it and poured it into his smoking throat, the situation is getting worse and worse, Nanyang obviously adapted to Beiyang's fast and changeable tactics, and began to carry out a very strong half-court marking defense, which made many of Shang Lin's commands fail.

This old man is really not ordinarily powerful, he immediately clicked on my death hole, did not fight but only found the source, and prevented my people from being killed, no matter how good the tactics were, it would not help.

Shang Lin took another sip of his hand, hating in his heart.

At this time, it is already the third quarter, because of the successful defense and offense in the second quarter, the gap between Beiyang and Nanyang suddenly changed from double digits to single digits, 49 to 41, which is already a big victory, but Shang Lin feels that the situation is a little out of his control.

Because Beiyang's personal skills are uneven, this half of the man-marking defense strangled Beiyang's offense at once, and two attacks have been resolved by the other party, when the third offense, Ye Changfeng hurriedly shot, was Nanyang won the defensive rebound, a strong direct pass, Deng Xiaofei, who was substituted by the opponent Shan Yu, won an astonishing fast attack, and the score was stretched to 10 points, Shang Lin couldn't help it anymore, and reached out to ask for a timeout.

A long pause sounded, and Shang Lin turned around.

Yan Yufeng, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, suddenly stood up and looked at his coach with fighting spirit.

Shang Lin silently glanced at his most proud disciple, waved his hand, and said in a low voice, "Be serious!" You replace Shangzhi! ”

"Yes! ''''''? Yan Yufeng naturally understood what the coach was saying, but then he couldn't help but be surprised.

What does this mean, Shangzhi has always been on the field as a coach's tactical radio role, and now he replaces Shangzhi himself, what kind of trick is this?

Shang Lin glanced at Yan Yufeng, who was puzzled, and immediately commanded again: "Now that Nanyang is targeting people, someone needs to tear this front apart, Shangzhi has been controlled by someone, you go up, and you will command the attack!" ”

Yan Yufeng suddenly understood, nodded calmly, and then walked to the technical seat.

When Yan Yufeng stood on the sidelines, the sharp-eyed audience began to shout, and the atmosphere that was originally relatively calm suddenly rose again, and some people in the stands even stood up.

All those who did not know it immediately felt this strange atmosphere, and some of them immediately became keenly aware that all these changes were related to this number 8 who was ready to play.

"It's really dragging, this is the star effect!" Sitting next to Liu Xiaoyu, he shouted with envy.

"Stars?" Liu Xiaoyu was puzzled when he heard this, patted the person who spoke, and asked, "Who is this No. 8?" ”

The man suddenly showed a surprised expression, and immediately changed into disdain, and pouted, "What do you strangers know?" This is Yan Yufeng, the number one star in the southern region, nicknamed Little Kobe, N Niu Cha! ”

"The number one star, nicknamed Kobe Bryant! n Bull fork? ''''''''''" Liu Xiaoyu was frightened, and he didn't know what he should have done with a laugh. This poor worm who fouled three times in the first quarter turned out to be a big star? God, don't make jokes like that, okay? It's going to die!

"Hmph, you'll know later~!" The man didn't want to bother with the smiling man, so he snorted and continued to watch the game.

"I found that Southerners are indeed very funny!" Mengzi also heard it just now, and when Liu Xiaoyu retracted his body, he sneered in a low voice.

"Hehe, it should be, who told the lack of a real high level here!" Liu Xiaoyu sneered, the treatment encountered by No. 8 was both ridiculous and infuriating in his eyes.

As the champion of the last session plus MVP, he has never been treated like this on the spot, just an appearance can cause the audience to jump, which does make Liu Xiaoyu feel strong jealousy after the loss, not to mention, in his eyes, this feeling is even stronger when this No. 8 is nothing.

Han Shuo was also a little strange, he vaguely heard someone chanting Little Kobe's voice, and someone was also shouting the name of Yan Yufeng at the same time, looking at No. 8 who was about to play, he was finally sure that everyone was excited about this person.

"This person seems to be very popular!" Han Shuo sighed.

"Well, I'm quite envious!" Ge Hui replied nonchalantly.

"I remember, the person who everyone shouted at the beginning is this person, but this person ended in the first quarter, it seems that people are still very unwilling!" Han Shuo remembered.

"Well, when it was only five minutes into the first quarter, I received three fouls, so I was substituted!" Ge Hui continued, it seems that this thick man is not like he seems, and he even remembers clearly when he went down.

"Beiyang is going to attack back?" Han Shuo didn't know if he was talking to himself or asking his partner.

Ge Hui yawned, stretched, and said, "Who knows? ”

"What, it's boring again?" Han Shuo glanced at his lazy partner and said with a smile.

"Well, a little, the second quarter was more exciting, but it was a little annoying to see the tactics, the two teams are basically like this, you go back and forth, it seems that there are no twists and turns!" Ge Hui replied as he leaned back in his seat.

Han Shuo nodded and said, "I hope this No. 8 will not live up to the expectations of such a fan, and give our Young Master Ge a boost!" ”

Ge Hui laughed heartily and said, "I hope so!" ”

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Yan Yufeng touched Shangzhi's head and encouraged: "Good job, go down and rest!" ”

"Boss, come on, you have to be careful of that No. 5, this person is very good at feints!" Shangzhi reminded that he received it once on him, and even Shangzhi was forced to go back to the moment, it is conceivable that the pressure on the entire Beiyang from this No. 5 is inevitably low and Shan Yu, and because of this, Shan Yu was relieved to be replaced, and now on the court, in addition to Chen Ping and Chengzong, there are also his three starters supporting the overall situation, even so, Beiyang's disadvantages have begun to appear.

Yan Yufeng looked at the No. 5, and there was a cold light in his eyes, this time, he must not let him have a good time.

When Shan Yu saw Yan Yufeng on the field, he couldn't help laughing, and then looked at his head coach, just as the old man also glanced at him, the two looked at each other, and the old man reached out and made a downward motion.

Shan Yu shrugged his shoulders without an opinion, and sat back in his place with peace of mind.

It seems that the old man's confidence is very high!

Yan Yufeng touched the basketball in his hand, gently stroked the slightly rough surface of the ball, took a deep breath, the feeling in his hand was very good, he still had the state, his eyes looked at the front court, Yan Yufeng threw the ball forward, and then walked forward.

My game is about to start again!

When Yan Yufeng slowly walked through the half court alone and came to Nanyang, he slapped the ball and casually glanced at No. 21, who was defending in front of him, and when there were still two meters away from each other, he moved unexpectedly.

Just leaned forward, the right hand holding the ball stretched to the left, and then pulled back to the right like lightning, at this time, Yan Yufeng's body was extremely inclined into a very wonderful weird curve, and the right foot of the force kicked up again, and between the bullets, Chen Ping's eyes once again lost the figure of No. 8.

It's really '''''''''''', Chen Ping groaned in pain in his heart, he didn't expect that as soon as this No. 8 came on the field, not only did he not recover, as if he hadn't accepted the lesson, he actually began to break through again, and the most frustrating thing was that he was once again speechless, let alone blocked, and he didn't even react.

At this time, Yuan Xing was still on the outside line on the right side, and even Yan Yufeng didn't know how to break through himself, but when he heard the sudden outburst of cries from the audience, he turned back vigilantly to see what was going on.

Yan Yufeng's left foot kicked the ground, he didn't get up on his toes as usual, but when the entire foot completely touched the ground and kicked up, no one could notice all these subtle movements, but Yan Yufeng knew that just now, even if a knife mountain suddenly appeared in front of him, he had the strength to deal with it.

The speed has not decreased, and it is only a moment since the sudden breakthrough was launched, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Yufeng had already stepped into the forbidden land of Nanyang, the dark yellow three-second forbidden area.

There is still someone in front of Yan Yufeng, that is Long Wei, the number one center of Nanyang, and on his side, there is also a teammate there, Yan Yufeng's attack this time seems to be not going to be smooth sailing.

Long Wei didn't move, but calmly moved to the right, straightening the opponent's attack direction, and at this time, the teammates next to him had already rushed up, and Long Wei could even sneer.

If you want to go to the basket, dream about it!

Yan Yufeng jumped, he chose the most stable and dangerous jump to complete his second move, stability is that he will never cause an offensive foul because of this, and the most dangerous is also, when his feet land, he will become extremely vulnerable, because that means that the next move, in addition to jumping in the air, you will always be nailed to the place where you land, and the opponent will have countless ways to create a three-second violation.

Nothing is done through brain reaction and calculation, if that is the case, Yan Yufeng's head does not seem to be in line with the IQ of this era.

Instinct, all things instinct.

Yan Yufeng jumped up, and the moment he landed on his feet, he jumped up like a spring.

"Whew!" Long Wei shouted angrily and finally jumped up, at this time, he believed, it was the perfect time.

Boy, wait for the hat!

Something horrible has happened!

Yan Yufeng's body suddenly became distorted, to be precise, the upper body suddenly turned completely sideways, which was obviously done by relying on the strong flexibility of the waist, the right hand holding the ball was raised high and obliquely, and under the high-speed capture of the camera, it could be clearly seen that it was completely controlled by the hand.

That's impossible!

Long Wei was horrified to find that the No. 8 in front of him did not collide with him as expected, but unbelievably forcibly twisted his body in the air and came to his left side, so that his upper body completely probed his defense and touched the big rear he was protecting.

Even, the best center forward in Nanyang, heard the No. 8 who had already passed to his side, and suddenly let out a disdainful cold snort from his mouth.

This is simply perverted!

Long Wei cursed everything that happened at this time, because he knew that whether the ball went in or not, this foul was a foregone conclusion.

The whistle sounded brilliantly, and the referee finally began to serve Beiyang's No. 8 for the first time!

Yan Yufeng slammed on the floor hard, and the force of his waist just now made him lose his last balance and fall out horizontally, which was already something he expected.

Happily getting up, Yan Yufeng didn't look at the big center who was standing under the basket and fouled himself, but provocatively raised his chin to the Nanyang bench in the distance.

Shan Yu, you should play and pull!

Han Shuo also praised happily in the cheers of the audience: "Good ball!" ”

"Good waist!" Ge Hui added, from the perspective of this stand, the No. 8 just now, almost bent his waist to complete the goal, it looks very weird, as a basketball player, Han Shuo and others will not cheer for a score like others, what they value is the process of scoring goals.

This No. 8, it seems, seems to have some ability.

Shang Lin shook his head and didn't know whether he was angry or happy, and scolded in his heart: "This guy, how dare you break inside, don't you want to play?" Suddenly finding that everyone else was staring at him, Shang Lin suddenly understood, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't ask him to do it!" ”

Throwing the ball in, Yan Yufeng walked back along the sideline, and when he came to Nanyang's bench, Yan Yufeng glanced at Shan Yu who was sitting there, pouted, and then walked inside to settle down.

Shan Yu's eyes narrowed suddenly, staring at Yan Yufeng's back, his face full of cyan.

Yan Yufeng began to be good at psychological warfare for a long time, and in the first quarter, he lost, then, now, I should all come back.

Nanyang's attack still follows the fast-moving policy, using a wide range of runs to open up the gap, which also consumes the opponent's physical energy, but it seems that this abacus has reached the present, and when he meets Yan Yufeng, who is quite full of physical energy, he has encountered a problem.

No matter who gets the ball, no matter whether there is someone defending in front of him, Yan Yufeng will appear on the side of the person who holds the ball, and such a large-scale run for pinch defense is the fluttering marking pinch attack that Beiyang has been training for a long time.

Such a strange tactic suddenly plunged Nanyang into a dead ball crisis.

Yuan Xing took the ball, which was Cheng Zong kneeling on the floor, and finally handed the ball out from the opponent's step, but when the ball was just in his hand, No. 8 suddenly appeared in front of him.

A standard hamburger-style pinch, with which few people can protect the ball.

The ball was lost, and it was quite beautiful and was photographed by Yan Yufeng in person.

Beiyang is galloping, the plateau and the night long wind, rushing forward, the situation at this time, instinct makes them turn around and run wildly, this is Beiyang's deep-rooted tactical literacy.

With the loss of the ball, Nanyang quickly began to retreat, and it was planned to retreat, Chengzong had already gone to catch up with Ye Changfeng, and Deng Xiaofei, who had a quick Scud, also caught up with the plateau.

Everything is starting to get wonderful again.

If Shangzhi was present, Yan Yufeng threw the ball to him without hesitation, but he was not there, the speed of Gao Yuan and Changfeng was not very good, and they had already shown signs of being caught up, so what should they do now?

There's only one answer!

Bolted!

When Yan Yufeng broke off the ball, leaned over to hold the ball, and then rushed forward with the ball. The people of Nanyang retreated, and three people had already retreated from the middle line, and their side, the nasty No. 21, was already in danger.

From the stands, three of the two sides crossed the halfway line, and the most bizarre thing was that the three of them, like a football game, almost kept two straight lines.

The situation has become extremely weird.

Chen Ping worked hard to chase after him, and the speed of No. 8 was surprising, but he relied on the retreat of the first reaction to borrow a line of distance, and now, he is exchanging distance for space.

"Stopped!"

When he was safely parallel to No. 8, Chen Ping shouted with joy in his heart.

Hey!

Someone was suddenly sneering.

The figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, this time, it was not suddenly behind him, but No. 8 suddenly changed direction and stood still, and because of his habitual surname, he was thrown forward and lost his goal in the corner of his eye.

When Chen Ping was embarrassed and wanted to move forward because of his center of gravity, but was thrown to the ground by his habitual surname, Yan Yufeng jumped up.

And at the edge of his side, Feng Degang and his proud disciple Shan Yu's pupils shrank at the same time.

No one can describe what Yan Yufeng's posture was like when he jumped up and shot at that time, because from every angle, it would make people's pupils instinctively shrink as if they were pierced by needles in front of them.

Yan Yufeng jumped high, because of his habitual surname, his body was still drifting diagonally to the right side, and the whole body was in a backward posture, the left foot was pedaling forward, and the right foot was slightly bent backward because it was the main force foot, the ball end of the nose bridge in front, and then suddenly the whole body, suddenly, the right hand of the shot, the void opened, and the left hand of the ball protection remained in the same state.

A flash of light passed by, and I don't know which photographer recorded the moment, and for many, this freeze frame is of incomparable value.

"Brush!"

The most beautiful sound after being still.

Yan Yufeng fell to the ground again, this time, he didn't get up, but once again looked at the sitting on the side, still maintaining a slightly stunned Shan Yu face.

Shan Yu felt it, he looked directly at Yan Yufeng who was sitting on the ground, and the gaze that came from him seemed to be looking down at him, not himself, smiling, and couldn't keep it anymore.

Yan Yufeng smiled lightly, stood up on the ground, turned his back to Shan Yu, and raised his hand high to the spectators in the noisy stands facing him.

Shan Yu felt a blood-red light flash in front of him, and looked up at the scoreboard—51-46.

The score between Beiyang and Nanyang is the first time to pull in such a close distance.

"Coach, I think, it's time for me to play!" Shan Yu stood up and said quietly.

Feng Degang's expression still maintained an incomprehensible calmness, and when he heard Shan Yu's request, he just nodded slightly, this time, his hand did not press down, but slashed forward hard.

Shan Yu slowly took off his coat and turned around and walked towards the technical seat.

The real battle between Beiyang and Nanyang finally broke out when there were still six minutes left in the third quarter!

(To be continued)