Campus Basketball (Part 3)

Chapter 82: The King of Archers

Su Zhicheng stood there, not moving, his expression was always his usual calm and calm demeanor, Hu Xin next to him looked at him worriedly, and looked at the field a little miserable, and after a while, he finally sighed.

He didn't know what Su Zhicheng was thinking, except for the strange expression he had just shown when he was dunk by the No. 10 broken ball, in the past few minutes, no matter how much the situation on the court has changed, he is expressionless, as a partner who has been working with him for a long time, Hu Xin suddenly couldn't see him in front of him clearly.

When there were only three minutes left from the first quarter, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School suddenly launched wave after wave of offensive under the leadership of No. 10, during this period, it seems that everyone in Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is like a long-distance runner who is about to come to the finish line, suddenly accelerating, crazy defense, back-and-forth defense at all costs, long-distance running over a wide range of distances, which is like the team that desperately shrunk the position at the beginning and blindly defended!

Su Zhicheng smiled coldly, scolding his underestimation, but thinking disdainfully: If you think that you want to defeat me with this strength, then you really underestimate me and look down on yourself!

The corner of his eye glanced at Shang Lin, who was parallel to him and far away, and the corner of Su Zhicheng's mouth set off a wave, and his gaze became cold.

Let you succeed in this section, in the next section, I want you to see the true strength of Mingde Middle School!

Wait! Beiyang!

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle at the end of the first quarter, and Mingde Middle School, which was the attacking side, obviously didn't remember, after hearing the whistle, he couldn't help but be shocked, and Zhang Li, who was holding the ball, subconsciously glanced at the coach, just catching the coach's flash of pain.

Su Zhicheng sighed, this is still a team that has not been fully formed, and there are still too many places where they need to exercise.

But it's nothing, for himself, this team has made himself satisfied, waved his hand, and the whole team gathered around.

Looking at the team members who were panting and sweating profusely, Su Zhicheng's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Tell me, what were you doing for the last ten minutes?"

“``````````。” No one answered.

"Good! Since I didn't dare to answer, then I had to name it! Xiao Yunfei! Su Zhicheng suddenly said sharply.

"In! Instructor! Xiao Yunfei took a step forward and shouted without hesitation.

Looking at the sweaty face of his beloved disciple, Su Zhicheng's expression remained unchanged, and he asked: "As a captain, how do you explain that you were led by three points in the first quarter?" ”

"No explanation!" Xiao Yunfei's answer was very crisp.

Su Zhicheng snorted coldly, but instead of being more angry at this very simple answer, he picked up the tactical map, raised it in front of the whole team, and said, "What is this?" ”

“`````````。” Still no one answered.

"It's a tactic, it's a tactic that a coach racked his brains to win! But if the perfect tactic is practiced by a group of soldiers who have no consciousness, no brains, and no courage, then what is the use of this tactic? Kindness? Can anyone answer me? Su Zhicheng shook his hand and slammed the tactical board to the ground, making a loud noise.

This time, no one dared to speak, and even Xiao Yunfei subconsciously moved his body backwards.

Su Zhicheng wiped his face with his hand, calmed down his emotions, and said, "I need a group of calm, confident soldiers, not cowards who are scared in a burst of heavy rain!" I'm sorry, I don't want to describe you like that, but just ask the players sitting on the sidelines, your performance is so good that I have to think so! ”

Xiao Yunfei and the other five players on the court, this group of starting five tigers from Changsha Mingde Middle School, their expressions were blue and white when the number of coaches fell.

"The second verse, when you prove it to me, squat down and listen carefully to every word I say now!" Su Zhicheng squatted down, took a brand-new tactical board from Hu Xin's hand, picked up a thick colored pen, and crossed the map: "In the second quarter, we will carry out C tactics, pull away from the inside, and try to attract the other party as much as possible from the outside, Yunfei, Pan Hai, Zhang Li, you must insist on shooting at a fixed point, as long as the three of them get the ball, the others must carry out compound blocking and dismantling, Yunfei, you have to be the first attack point, as soon as the opportunity comes out, shoot immediately, don't hesitate!" Su Zhicheng raised his head, stared at Xiao Yunfei and said fiercely.

"Got it! Instructor! Xiao Yunfei replied dryly.

It can be said that C tactics are completely designed for him, according to his offensive characteristics, the coach specially designed a set of cover tactics, with the help of several people, to carry out compound blocking and dismantling, is real or virtual, using three-point shots, to achieve in a short period of time, quickly open the score, completely destroy the opponent's confidence in victory.

"If conditions permit, you must repeatedly implement tactics B, carry out a few basket attacks, let the opponent not know where your real attack tactics are, how to transform them, and Yunfei will command the change according to the form on the court, and, Zhang Li, as an organizational guard, your performance in the first quarter is really poor, let go, take out your speed and physical advantages, and drag that No. 7 across!" Su Zhicheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Understood! Instructor! Zhang Li's fighting spirit and ruthless surname were suddenly aroused, and that No. 7 really made him very uncomfortable!

"Also, Yang Kai, your interior defense has to be '''''''''''''''''''''." Su Zhicheng began to explain one by one, he wanted to use the same lineup and a new style to carry out the upcoming second quarter of the game, and he wanted to make it clear to this team from afar that Mingde's fangs and claws had not really been shown.

In the second quarter, I'm going to fight it out!

On the bench of Beiyang, not far away, surrounded by a cheerful atmosphere, everyone either sat in the position given by their teammates, or simply sat on the ground, gathered in a circle, and listened to the coach's tactical arrangements for the second quarter.

"In the second quarter, Mingde will definitely change the formation again, according to the video, it is likely to be the so-called multi-person cover blocking-based offensive tactics." Shang Lin paused and continued: "To deal with this, what everyone needs is calm, their tactics are not completely formed, there are many flaws, you have to run and shoot more, and if you can't break it, you have to interfere with them, understand!" Shang Lin looked at the team members and asked.

"I heard you all!" Gao Yuan, as the captain, replied in place of everyone.

"Well, next, I'll lay out our tactics for the second quarter." Speaking of this, Shang Lin suddenly showed a smile, looked at the night long wind sitting on the side, and said softly: "Night long wind!" ”

"Here!" The night breeze stood up.

"In the second quarter, you are the main one, and the tactic you play is a three-point mobile attack! What are the three points, the bottom line on both sides of the three-point line, and the top end of the three-point line, the places you want to go are probably these three places, understand? Shang Lin said.

Night Changfeng laughed, in everyone's eyes, it became a little carried away, this tactic, it can be said, is specially designed for the night Changfeng this kid, for this reason, the coach also specially trained the whole team for four days, is to let everyone familiar with how this set of tactics to change and run.

It can be said that in those days, Ye Changfeng's number of shots was definitely the best in the team, and of course his score was also the first in the team, and no one doubted the shooting basket outside the three-point line on the 15th, which was definitely shocking and terrifying to every opponent.

"Okay, I won't say much about how to fight this tactic, since the opponent wants to compete with us in external firepower, then let them see whether Changsha's artillery is stronger or our Beiyang's missiles are accurate!" Shang Lin said with a smile, and his witty tone suddenly made everyone laugh happily again.

"Smack!" Shang Lin clapped his hands and said: "Ye Changfeng replaced Wang Zhiquan, in the last quarter, you unexpectedly led by four points, then, in this section, I will raise my requirements and take out all your energy, I want you to lay the most solid foundation for the third quarter of the showdown, and give me another ten points ahead!" After speaking, Shang Lin waved his hand vigorously and pointed straight to the direction of the court.

"Wow!" The starting five gathered around, stretched out their hands together, and roared loudly.

Shang Lin stood there with his hands in his hands, his eyes glanced at Mingde's play, smiled slightly, looked at the huge screen hanging high in the south, and thought silently in his heart: At the end of the second quarter, what will be the score?

Hehe, it's really interesting, shooter vs. shooter, who's the real shooter?

With his eyes fixed on the black No. 15 back coat, Shang Lin showed a smile of expectation.

Yan Yufeng looked enviously at Ye Changfeng, who was still sitting next to him just now, and now he had run to the field, his feet bounced slightly, as if his feet couldn't bear it anymore, and he began to want to beat and run uncontrollably.

"It's time for me to play, don't worry, baby!" Yan Yufeng, who was sitting on the chair, bent down, kissed his knee lightly, and whispered in his heart.

Qin Lan looked at Yan Yufeng, who was bent over and bent on her knees, with some worry, although she didn't say anything to her, she still faintly felt something.

For the core of a team, whether it is in training or games, the coach did not deliberately arrange anything for him, but like Ah Feng and Xiao Zhi, they were specially created by the coach, which is really a bit surprising.

It felt like a concubine who was beaten into the cold palace in ancient times, Qin Lan thought strangely.

Alas! Hopefully he will stick to it! Qin Lan looked at Yan Yufeng again, his curvy face was unusually calm and calm, and his heart couldn't help but settle down.

Perhaps, the coach has other arrangements! I'd better concentrate on doing my own thing! Qin Lan came back and looked at the field.

After going through so many things, in fact, Qin Lan's heart had already been strengthened, and for Yan Yufeng's resolute refusal attitude, the heart that was once persistent also became calm at this moment.

If he really doesn't like me, why should I bother with myself? Qin Lan thought helplessly.

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"Hey, you're finally here!" Xiao Yunfei sneered, watched as he walked into the arena and walked towards his night long wind channel.

"Hey, hey!" Ye Changfeng was just laughing, walked in front of Xiao Yunfei, put one hand on his waist, but looked at Zhang Li who walked across the middle line with the ball.

Xiao Yunfei looked at the No. 15 in front of him with some surprise, although he was shorter than himself, but from his body, there was a smell, which made him feel a little familiar.

What is it?

Xiao Yunfei thought strangely.

Zhang Li's pace suddenly became faster, and Zhai Yong had to speed up and quickly followed.

Xiao Yunfei shook to the right, and then ran to the left violently, Ye Changfeng ripped off his jersey with one hand, slowed down his speed, and then followed quickly.

A white figure ran out from the inside, scrambling to block his way before the long wind of the night.

Ye Changfeng twisted his body, flashed by his side lightly, and continued to chase Xiao Yunfei.

Xiao Yunfei came to the left three-point line near the 45-degree angle, and Zhang Li just crossed the middle free throw area of Beiyang 12 Middle School from the right side, and a diagonal pass quickly passed the ball to Xiao Yunfei.

Catching the ball, getting up, shooting, all the movements were done in one go, without any hesitation, the posture was very chic and free, and the arc drawn by the ball was also the same as Xiao Yunfei's movements, which was beautiful.

"Brush!" The sound of the ball rubbing against the net sounded crisply, and Xiao Yunfei raised his right hand and pushed backwards.

23 to 24.

Changsha Mingde Middle School brought the score closer to one point.

The audience began to cheer, but they didn't expect that less than ten seconds after the start of the second quarter of the game, their home team had already scored three points, quickly narrowing the score gap, and the dissatisfaction and depression brought by the first quarter suddenly came to naught.

Ye Changfeng followed the plateau in one direction, and then suddenly separated from the plateau, caught the ball from Zhai Yong from the left side, and did not have any additional movements at all, and he didn't even jump up much, he opened his hand and threw it.

"Bell!" The ball smashed into the basket and was snatched into the arms of the Matilda interior player.

Ye Changfeng turned around and ran, turning his head to observe the opponent's offensive form while running, and after making sure that the opponent was not a fast attack, he slowed down slightly, and ran over looking for Xiao Yunfei.

Changsha Mingde slowly pressed in, and it was obvious that their intention was to fight a positional war.

Xiao Yunfei trotted unhurriedly on the outside, suddenly accelerated, but immediately stopped his body, and then teasingly looked at No. 15 who was following him.

Ye Changfeng didn't show the slightest expression of anger on his face, but the cold light in his eyes became sharper.

Another block, Xiao Yunfei caught the ball, a feint to shoot, Ye Changfeng was not deceived, he still stabilized his body and looked at the No. 23 in front of him.

The ball quickly passed out from Xiao Yunfei's hand and came to Pan Hai who was standing at the bottom line on the right side, Pan Hai moved, but passed the ball to Yang Kai, who had just run horizontally from the left side to the inside line on the right.

Yang Kai didn't leave the ball in his hand for half a second, and hit the ground by one and guided the ball to the outside.

Xiao Yunfei moved again, this time the acceleration was faster than just now, and it seemed more sudden, Ye Changfeng was attracted by a series of guided balls just now, so Xiao Yunfei easily walked out of his defensive area in front of him.

Catching the ball, Xiao Yunfei bent his knees, and then jumped up very naturally, stood outside the three-point line with his hands open, and jumped up.

"Brush!" Another three-point hollow!

24 to 26.

In less than a minute, Mingde made two three-pointers and took back the score advantage again.

A smile began to appear on Su Zhicheng's face, this was the invincible armada in his heart!

Yunfei, hit hard, let them see, what is the style of a shooter! Su Zhicheng shouted loudly in his heart.

Ye Changfeng crossed his waist and looked sideways at the coach, Shang Lin was still smiling, waved his hand at him, signaled to continue, his eyes slipped over Yan Yufeng who was sitting there, there was a smile on his face, not an angry smile, but the taste of schadenfreude.

Wow! Yufeng, you're actually looking at me laughing.

Night Changfeng raised his fist at Yan Yufeng in fright, and the latter immediately showed a frightened expression.

Ye Changfeng's heart suddenly swelled with a warm feeling, looking at No. 23, who was standing there not far away, and silently said in his heart: The show has begun!

Ye Changfeng made a standard sideways block to block Pan Hai, who was chasing behind Gao Yuan, and after Gao Yuan was free, he dribbled the ball horizontally, changed the direction of the dribble, and slid into the inside line with a diagonal step.

Xiao Yunfei, who was originally defending the night long wind, let out a cheer, put aside the night long wind, and joined his teammates to wrap up the plateau.

Takahara turned around and passed the ball back at all.

Ye Changfeng stood at the end of the three-point line, easily caught the ball, and then glanced at Xiao Yunfei, who was chasing back, looked down at the three points under his feet, slapped the ball, and moved his body outside the three-point line, and then just when Xiao Yunfei was about to pounce, one got up, the ball seemed to have been pulled out of his hand as soon as he just jumped, and the speed ran out of Ye Changfeng's hand, and a high throw flew to the basket.

"Huh!" This sound was crisper and louder than any other time, and the ball fell into the net almost at a 50-degree angle parallel to the basket, and the sound of this friction was naturally extremely loud.

27 to 26.

Beiyang returned a three-point.

Yan Yufeng stood up with a snort and clapped his hands vigorously, this ball is so beautiful.

Whether it is tactically or in terms of personal ability, especially Changfeng looked at the three-point line at his feet with contempt before shooting, and seemed to wait for No. 23 to block before making a move, which was already a hard blow to No. 23 in terms of courage and technology.

Wow, Changfeng, you're finally starting to wield! Yan Yufeng continued to clap his hands and cheered loudly, and when Ye Changfeng was returning to defense, he deliberately walked in front of Yan Yufeng, excitedly and show-like to have a loud high-five celebration with Yan Yufeng.

Xiao Yunfei looked at this No. 15 with a pale face, and the shot just now was obviously insulting him.

Hey! I want you to know how terrible it is to insult me!

Xiao Yunfei glanced at Zhang Li, who immediately nodded in understanding, and ran to the outside line on the right side with the ball.

Ye Changfeng pasted over, Xiao Yunfei ran a few steps to the left, suddenly braked, turned around and ran to the right, Ye Changfeng shouted, and chased after him.

Xiao Yunfei stopped his body again, looked at the night wind that was about to catch up in front of him, and showed a disdainful expression on his face.

At this time, it was useless to stop the chase of Ye Changfeng, not to mention that a white body leaned on him affectionately again, Ye Changfeng shouted angrily, and understood that he was blocked again.

At this time, the ball came out of the hand of Zhang Li, who had run back and forth with Zhai Yong for a few laps.

Xiao Yunfei caught the ball, jumped up in the area near the three-point line, and made a mid-to-long-range stop-and-go jump shot.

"Huh!" Hit the net again.

27 to 28.

Matilda took the lead again.

Shang Lin smiled and shook his head, this No. 23 is really good, his hands are so hot that he scored 8 points in a row, three shots, three hits, like this blocking, to be honest, it is very difficult to defend, except to pray that the opponent does not score, there is no other good way, but Shang Lin is not worried.

His eyes stopped on Ye Changfeng's body, and the energy on this No. 15 body was incalculable by everyone here.

This is a natural shooter, both in terms of running and catching the ball and preparing for the shot, he has achieved a terrible point, his sense of smell is sensitive and intimidating, his shooting action has been concise to a very fast speed, as seen in the shot just now, he caught the ball and waited for the next 23 to rush to the block, but even so, his shot is still so fast, the arc is not deliberate, but it is meant to be.

Such a ball, only if it is shot, it is absolutely hollow!

Shang Lin suddenly remembered that half a month ago, he was standing on the side of the court in the training hall, and secretly saw Ye Changfeng, with the help of Yan Yufeng's pass, shooting thirty three-pointers in a row, and it was a shot from different positions.

Thirty three-point shots, twenty-four of which were made, and eight of them were made in a row.

Seeing his lightning-like shot, as if he hadn't finished shooting at all, Shang Lin was shocked by Ouyang Shangzhi's speed and once again shocked a Beiyang player.

That night, he worked all night to prepare a set of special attack tactics for the night wind, which was a terrible point, a point that could completely destroy all the opponent's self-confidence in just a few minutes.

Shang Lin understands very well how dangerous a terrible three-point shot can be for his own team and for his opponent.

That's definitely a five-star strategic threat.

Shang Lin smiled, and then smiled when he saw Ye Changfeng once again in the double block of Gao Yuan and Xiang Jie, and hit three points.

These few blocks and dismantles have completely satisfied themselves, a month of hard training, quickly let the professional offense and defense deeply embedded in their hearts, looking at the moves they are now playing on the court, Shang Lin even has a sense of happiness.

Is this the team that I made myself?

At this moment, Shang Lin's heart finally settled down, and there was nothing wrong with staying here!

"One more!" Yan Yufeng, along with the other teammates, shouted loudly.

Ye Changfeng heard it, turned around, put one hand to his ear, and fanned vigorously with the other, looking like he was shouting a little louder.

"Good boy! What a beautiful vote! Li Feng stood beside him, holding Long Guang and shouting loudly.

"Okay, pass him, block, pass again, pass, pass back, throw '''''''''''''', yes! It's beautiful! Long Guang looked at the field intently, while whispering as if commanding, while dancing with one hand, his face was full of concentration, when he saw Ye Changfeng once again use the blocking and dismantling of the plateau to block the No. 23 who was defending him behind him, and hit it with his open hand, he couldn't help but shout loudly.

Yan Yufeng raised his head and looked at the big screen hanging on the high wall in the south, 32 to 28! The blood-red one was placed there, and on top of it, was the rest of verse 2 -- 6:22.

In less than three minutes, the score skyrocketed, and scoring seemed to be easy in the eyes of both sides.

32 to 28, Changsha Mingde was not thrown away, but bit us deadly, and No. 23 was not discouraged under the persecution of Changfeng, but became more and more powerful.

But is that really the case?

Yan Yufeng showed a sneer on his face, Changfeng's strength has not yet made you understand, maybe you rely on hand heat on the 23rd, but Changfeng is by no means relying on hand feeling, but an innate talent for shooting baskets.

He is like a machine, when the ball is in his hand, when there is someone defending in front of him, he does not hesitate, the ball flies out of his hand, and flies to the basket without any suspense.

Many times, he was accompanying Changfeng to practice shooting, it turned out that he was quite conceited about shooting, but after this month's training, Yan Yufeng was surprised to find Ye Changfeng's keenness, and the accuracy of his shots was really incredible.

The current night long wind has not yet reached the best state, for him, it is just a warm-up, wait! Changsha Mingde, you will see a most terrifying shooter after the warm-up.

Because the man standing in front of you is an unquestionable king of shooters!

Ye Changfeng ran quickly to the left from the bottom line on the right side, and behind him, Xiao Yunfei was in hot pursuit, he could almost hear the sound of panting and footsteps coming from behind him, for this, he just smiled coldly.

Want to keep me at bay?

All right! I'll cast one in front of you.

Xiao Yunfei's heart is like a fire, burning, this No. 15, he is getting more and more angry, he has more blocks and demolitions than himself, it is really shameless.

If you have the ability, you can cast one in front of me!

Xiao Yunfei roared angrily in his heart.

Ye Changfeng had slipped from the bottom line of the basket to the far corner of the left side at this moment, the ball was just running, and Zhai Yong's pass was getting more and more punctual.

Catching the ball, Ye Changfeng turned his body, at this time, he was standing outside the three-point line of the bottom line, as long as he moved his steps slightly, he was about to go out of bounds, the referee was standing next to him, looking at him with fierce eyes, and behind him, it was Changsha Mingde's kick seat, Ye Changfeng even heard the shouts behind him, and the voice came into his ears with strong anger.

Suddenly, Ye Changfeng felt a glimmer of gaze and stared at him tightly, and out of the corner of his eye, it was the head coach of Changsha Mingde, who was standing less than two meters away from him, looking at him carefully.

The night wind showed him a bright smile, and in the daylight like day, perhaps even his proudest white teeth shone with confidence!

Ye Changfeng turned his head, and without looking at No. 23, who was hunched in front of him and danced his hands, his expression now looked a little scary, was it anger? Still not reconciled?

Oh, you think I'm not convinced by my teammates' pick-and-rolls, don't you?

All right! Then I'll be completely convinced!

Night Long Wind bowed down, put the ball in both hands on his slightly bent knees, and glanced at No. 23, no, it should be said that it was a basket blocked by No. 23's tall body.

It was there, I could feel its presence when I closed my eyes, its call to me.

Night Changfeng suddenly jumped up, and when his body just jumped up, the ball had already been raised in front of him, without any hesitation, without the slightest nervousness, and there was only that extremely strong self-confidence.

Xiao Yunfei roared angrily, jumped as hard as he could, opened his right hand, and pounced forward.

The ball swiped past the tip of his palm and flew over, and then, Xiao Yunfei's entire body pounced on Ye Changfeng's body!

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle, just like the whistle of a fast-running train, which was strongly stimulated in the eardrums of everyone in Xiao Yunfei and Changsha Mingde, deep in their psyche.

"Ahh The audience erupted in exclamation.

Xiao Yunfei struggled to get up from Ye Changfeng's arms, turned his head eagerly to look back, and when he saw the referee on the other side raise his hand to signal that the ball was valid, his eyes couldn't help but widen completely, full of disbelief.

Yan Yufeng jumped up, jumped into the field, stood on the edge of the field, waved the towel in his middle hand, and shouted loudly to the night long wind that was still lying on the ground in the distance.

It's not that he is like this alone, but all the players and coaches in Beiyang, even Shang Lin wiped his eyes, as if he felt that he was wrong.

The night long wind climbed up, and a big hug of the plateau was in front of him, and his ears rang: "Long wind, how did you shoot out!" ”

"Hehe, don't yell in my ear so loudly, I'm almost deafened!" Ye Changfeng laughed, and at the same time stretched out his hand from the armpit of the plateau and high-fived Zhai Yong and the others who rushed over.

It was only a few seconds to celebrate, and Takahara had already let go of his hand and let the night wind walk to the free throw line to make the free throw.

Ye Changfeng turned his head and looked at No. 23, who was already standing at the free throw line, waiting for the free throw to grab a rebound, his expression still looked calm, but was it really like this?

Ye Changfeng smiled and said in his heart: Not this time, and next time, I will have to crush you inch by inch.

I can guarantee it!

Taking the ball from the referee's hand, Ye Changfeng fiddled with the basketball in his hand, then stared at the basket and flicked the ball out in a standard free throw position.

"Brush!"

A four-point score is naturally displayed in front of everyone, although there are still many people who can't believe it, but on the scoreboard, the score has been changed peacefully.

36 to 28.

Eight points ahead!

After the night long wind finished the penalty, he raised his hand to the sky and shouted loudly, in this shout, Beiyang Twelfth Middle School retreated like a tide, and returned to his position, but how long did it take, this tide was going to carry the whistling sea breeze, and once again hit the seemingly solid Changsha Mingde.

The balance of victory began to tilt towards the side of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School little by little, slowly tilting over.

Su Zhicheng was still shocked by the shot on the 15th just now, his mind was full of his smile to himself, it was so sunny, brilliant, as strong and confident as the sun.

Just when he was surprised why he smiled at himself, in the blink of an eye, he had already made a move, and the shot was so fast that even Su Zhicheng, who was standing less than two meters away from him, didn't see it clearly.

The arc of the ball is still so high, Su Zhicheng doesn't understand, how he shot, how he dialed the ball so high, and in the end, he can still hollow into the net!

Keen him, he suddenly felt that all the estimates of No. 15 before the game were wrong, yes, he was a terrible player, a player who could threaten Changsha Mingde to win, but Su Zhicheng didn't expect that he was so terrible, so terrible that Changsha Mingde was already far from threatening.

What he wants to win is not only victory, but also the strength caused by Changsha Mingde's hard work, and even the self-confidence he has given them over the years.

Yunfei, you have to persevere, you must persevere!

Suddenly, Su Zhicheng had no confidence at all.

Because he has vaguely felt that the damage brought to him by this No. 15 may be far from being as important as victory or defeat.

This is an unprecedented disaster!

The ball was passed in the hands of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, but in the end, it would always come to the hands of Ye Changfeng, and then in less than a second, the ball would go out of his hand, and its destination was only the red basket.

Hit, hit, hit!

The ball came into his hand, and then went out of his hand, like a commodity that was about to leave the factory, and he pressed a label with great force, so that the value of a commodity was definitely proved.

At this time, in this stadium, under the silent protest of more than 7,000 spectators, Ye Changfeng led Beiyang No. 12 Middle School to rage wildly on this other people's territory.

The lights were still like that, and Su Zhicheng looked up at the unattainably high ceiling of the Xinsheng Gymnasium, dizzy.

Xiao Yunfei is still persistent, his steady shooting, hard defense, although his gray face is already full of sweat, but his eyes are still firm and persistent.

A proud swan, even if it starves to death, its high head will not be lowered.

This is Xiao Yunfei's favorite sentence, although it is only from a fairy tale, but Xiao Yunfei secretly put it in his heart, at this moment, he is fighting for this sentence.

No matter how much Ye Changfeng hates him, but now, when Ye Changfeng sees him, he has a faint admiration in his heart, at least, he is still a man.

"Toot!" The referee finally blew the sound of the end of the second quarter.

51 to 35.

Beiyang No. 12 Middle School led Changsha Mingde Middle School by 16 points, two points more than the task assigned by Shang Lin, and Ye Changfeng scored a record 21 points in a single quarter.

It's terrifying, and it's also the most points scored in a single quarter of the Chinese CHBL High School Boys' Basketball League, which has been held for three years, and Ye Changfeng has undoubtedly become the protagonist of this game.

The second section belongs to you - the 15th of Beiyang!

Walking down, the night breeze high-fived along the bench one by one, his expression was fierce and fierce, and the expressions of his teammates after hitting him were even more exaggerated and excited.

"Changfeng, well done!"

"It's dead!"

"Guy, how did you get it!"

The teammates were shouting, and Ye Changfeng stood in the center, laughing, now he, how can he have the shadow of the usual cool Ye Changfeng, but like a stupid boy who chose a big ingots for no reason.

Yan Yufeng stood at the back, waiting for the night wind to come, he finally walked in front of him, Yan Yufeng opened his arms, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Good boy!" ”

Ye Changfeng struggled to put his head back, looked at Yan Yufeng head-on, and his smile suddenly expanded even more: "What, my No. 8, don't you think you said a word less?" ”

Yan Yufeng paused, laughed loudly, suddenly became serious, and said slowly: "Welcome, King of Shooters!" ”

"Haha!" Ye Changfeng laughed, and the two of them hugged each other like this, laughing sincerely and loudly without any concern.

At this time, it not only belongs to Ye Changfeng alone, but also belongs to everyone in Beiyang.

"Next section, are you going to keep going?" Yan Yufeng suddenly asked.

"Why not, my hands are hot now!" Night Wind laughed loudly.

"Haha, don't you want to '''''''." Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a smile of surprise.

"Hey, look, I'm going to create the top score in a single game!" The night is full of confidence.

Yan Yufeng was silent, and after half a sound, he slapped the night breeze vigorously and said, "Win another twenty points for me, just like the points I scored on the field!" ”

Ye Changfeng pursed his mouth, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, turned his head to look at the arena, and said slowly: "I promise, I will get these twenty points!" ”

The king of shooters

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-12-27

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