Zhao Ke had a fire burning in his heart, he remembered the amazing performance of No. 8 on the court in the hotel gym before the repechage match, although he was surprised and valued at the time, but he never considered the problem of meeting in the future, he would not be able to fight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because Zhao Ke knew that no matter how powerful his performance was in the half, it was not enough to prove your destructive power in the whole court, and at this time, he knew that he trusted his judgment too easily.

No. 8 is too strong, playing for ten years, Zhao Ke has never seen such an all-round peer, technology, strength, physical fitness, willpower, and ball quotient are all unprecedentedly strong.

With so many talents, it is a fluke to have one, but it will appear in the same person, if he is already in his twenties, maybe he will feel more comfortable, but why does it only fall on a teenager of his own age?

It's not fair!

Zhao Ke roared in his heart!

I won't throw in the towel, and I won't give up!

With this oath that appeared firmly in his heart, Zhao Ke, who was moving forward with the ball, suddenly accelerated, he crossed the dribble, shook off the night long wind that was guarding him, and then stepped forward with a forward and backward horse-like step, and then the central axis foot was exchanged in front and back, and his body leaned forward to retreat.

When his right foot left the ground and his left foot touched the ground, Zhao Ke jumped up with the ball, and in the face of Yan Yufeng, who came to make up for the defense, he made a step-back jumper.

Watching the basketball fall into the net, Zhao Ke roared angrily, he stepped back, and yelled at his teammates who were returning to defense: "URRA! URRA!”

This sentence in various sports events in Xinjiang, the Uyghur language on behalf of cheering, forward, not retreating, rushing and other meanings of the shout, suddenly detonated the fighting spirit of all the players of Xinjiang No. 70 Middle School, although the stands still vaguely echoed the shouts of MVP, but the voice of URRA firmly and loudly declared that this king team from the most frontier of the northwest, perseverance to victory and unyielding shouts against strong opponents.

On the Xinjiang bench, all the players off the field were shouting loudly: "Xinjiang, forward, Xinjiang, URRA!"

Yan Yufeng was also distracted for a moment by the conceded goal, he thought that his supplementary defense was just in time, but he didn't expect the opponent to use a step back, open up the defensive distance, and easily throw the ball in.

This also made him see the strength of Zhao Ke's No. 10, and then the shout that sounded like Ulla made him feel the strong exotic customs of the frontier.

It's just that this style is even more decisive at the moment.

But the wood is already in the boat, the knife is out of the sheath, Yan Yufeng doesn't mind under his butcher's knife, one more desperate cry of victory.

Even if we dream the same, there is only one champion!

Yan Yufeng took the initiative to hold the ball and rushed to the front court, at this moment, he completely opened his mind, and he was not thinking about what to leave a little more strength and hide the messy thoughts of what skills.

At this time, he felt that he had to use all his strength to defeat his opponent and let Beiyang Twelfth Middle School go to the well-deserved pinnacle of the mountain!

Zhang Ge in front of him once again felt the explosive momentum of No. 8, and he suddenly found that the moving No. 8 was far more dangerous and terrifying than him who was stationary there and then attacked.

He only touched the edge of his body slightly, and he was already directly unscrewed by this rushing force, and even his body could not maintain balance.

Yan Yufeng didn't pay attention to it at all, he never didn't think about whether there was any danger to the people who were passed by him, and his attention was all on the goal that blocked his own direction.

Zhao Ke held his breath and looked at the No. 8 who was approaching him at great speed, he wanted to stop the record of No. 8 that he had never missed, even if next time, it would be better to be scored by him than to continue like this.

When I saw that No. 8 began to accelerate from the middle line, and when I performed a dozen or five again, thousands of spectators in the stands became excited again, and many people stood up, infecting more people, almost in less than two seconds, the stands were already no one sitting, and the crowded stands were as quiet as late at night.

It was the calm before the storm, and everyone held their breath and waited for the black lightning like No. 8 to put on a performance that shocked the audience again.

Yan Yufeng didn't slow down, but rushed towards Zhao Ke with a point faster, he didn't even use any feints to sink his shoulders and swing his body, just like a high-speed moving car, resolutely like a gun, rushing straight from the free throw line to the basket.

Zhao Ke couldn't judge what would happen next, he was more instinctively standing in place, standing bravely and firmly, waiting for the next second, not knowing the future.

Yan Yufeng's arrogance surged suddenly, he was advancing at high speed, suddenly his body folded, holding the bounced basketball with both hands, a big loop from left to right, a half circle, with the change of direction of the body, rubbing his body from Zhao Ke's shoulder, almost swept by.

And less than two meters behind Zhao Ke, Li Ye came from the basket of the penalty area, once again fearlessly facing the defense, he looked at the No. 8 who swept past Zhao Ke without hesitation, took a big step and rushed up.

Yan Yufeng's three-step layup had come to the third step, and he felt the rapid spread of the blue shadow in his eyes, but at this moment, there was nothing to hesitate, and he leaped forward with his left foot.

Li Ye was also almost at the same time, when he felt the jump of No. 8, he also instinctively jumped up, and the two collided together without even the slightest cushion in the air.

But Yan Yufeng was still moving forward, upward, as if there was no obstacle, Li Ye's mind was blank, but his hands were still as he thought before jumping, and pressed hard towards No. 8, who was holding the ball in front of his head.

Yan Yufeng was in the air, holding the basketball tightly with both hands, he saw Li Ye's hands fanning like an overwhelming place, and with a wave of his hands, he could dodge half of it, and then felt that his left hand was slapped fiercely, and it was scattered, but his right hand still grabbed the basketball and reached high.

At that second, time was slowed down, everyone saw someone, watched, the two collided fiercely in the air, and when they saw No. 8, they still stretched out their hands, held up the basketball, and tenaciously leaned towards the basket.

Yan Yufeng finally ran out of strength, he felt that he was falling rapidly, his wrist flicked hard, and then he looked up, and the referee's whistle also sounded suddenly, and in that whistle, Yan Yufeng and Li Ye fell to the floor together.

In order to avoid Li Ye's death, Yan Yufeng's body in the air was extremely forward, and in order to get closer to the basket, he jumped forward even harder, so when Li Ye fell back on the floor under the basket, Yan Yufeng fell to the ground with a relaxation lying on the floor.

With his hands on the ground to cushion most of the gravity drop, Yan Yufeng glided forward on the floor for a few meters, and then before everyone could bring their worries and fears to their hearts, he turned over and climbed up.

Seeing that the basketball was at the back of the basket, it was tossed several times, and finally fell into the net, Yan Yufeng was happy, he raised his fist, and quickly glanced at the referee, and when he was sure that the goal was valid, 2+1, he walked to the free throw line.

He didn't see it at all, his teammate's instantly pale face, even if he saw that Yan Yufeng was fine, he stood up, and his blood had not yet recovered.

In the stands, exclamations and cheers rang out almost at the same time, and some people hadn't even woken up from the aftertaste just now, and the shouts of the MVP resounded in the stadium again.

Ye Changfeng ran over and touched Yan Yufeng, and asked eagerly, "It's okay, didn't you fall!" ”

"No, it's just that my face hurts a little bit on the floor!" Yan Yufeng said with a smile.

Ye Changfeng hurriedly reached out and touched Yan Yufeng's chin to look left and right, and when he was sure that there was no problem, Ye Changfeng's concerned expression instantly turned into annoyance, and he scolded: "Why are you so desperate, throwing yourself on the basket, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" ”

Yan Yufeng was stunned, and a burst of warmth swelled in his heart, and he apologized in a very sincere tone: "Impulsive, I'll pay attention next time!" ”

"Take free throws, don't carry the team alone, you still have us, you know?" Ye Changfeng also felt that he had lost his temper, he patted Yan Yufeng's shoulder and turned to stand.

At this time, Wang Xuechao took back his beating heart, wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead in an instant, and he was also very angry and said to Xiang Jie beside him: "I want to replace him, he is too uncalm now!" Be sure to replace him! At this time, he was more like swearing.

"Uh-huh!" Xiang Jie was also frightened, nothing was more important than Yan Yufeng's body, he would rather lose than hope that the scene in the past would appear again.

Because, he can't bear that kind of self-blame again, it's even more difficult to accept than killing him!

But the people in the stands, but they were shocked by the strong air force of No. 8, although they understood that the bounce force was actually proportional to the air stagnation, but after seeing Yan Yufeng in the air, even if he was hit and interfered with, he could still approach the basket unstoppably, Han Dong even felt that if there was no foul blocking by that center, maybe No. 8 would directly use a dunk to score.

"How strong does this core strength have to be to do this?" Han Dong said more as if asking himself.

No one answered, Han Dong looked at Yan Yufeng, who was about to make a free throw, and stood there, shaking his head in disbelief.

The perfect small forward!

Guo Ding thought of this with great certainty in his heart.

After scoring the ball, Yan Yufeng glanced at the score, 29:36, and was already 7 points away.

There are still three minutes left, and we must tie the score in this quarter!

Seventy attacked, at this moment, Zhao Ke threw away all distractions, he had been Yan Yufeng's repeated amazing performances, completely aroused the tenacity in his heart, he was not thinking about the victory will qualify, and the loser will go home.

At this moment, he wants to show himself well, and he wants No. 8 to know that the sweat he has squandered on the court is worthy of respect.

He dribbled straight to No. 8, and Yan Yufeng also shouted in his heart: It's just right! I greeted him at the end.

Zhao Kexing dribbled under a cross crotch, dribbled to his right hand, and then suddenly changed direction with a large body in front of his body, and instantly came to the right side of Yan Yufeng.

For a right-handed choice, he often uses his left foot to exert force, and the defense on the right side is his weak side, Yan Yufeng also has this defensive flaw, he was shaken by Zhao Ke's extremely rapid change of direction, and after regaining control, Zhao Ke has come to his right side.

Turning around, Yan Yufeng followed the defense, but suddenly, Zhao Ke took a diagonal step, directly braked the forward action, and came to the left side, he caught the ball and jumped, although it was a little hasty, but he still hit the ball steadily.

And Yan Yufeng, who was deceived again, this time, could no longer keep up with the defense, he stood two meters away from Zhao Ke, raised his head and looked along the trajectory of the basketball until the basketball fell into the net.

Although his face was expressionless, Yan Yufeng's heart was burning with anger.

Anyone who is defeated by the skills he is good at is infuriating, Yan Yufeng looked at it and raised his right hand again, and shouted self-encouragement: "URRA!" The number 10 is angry.

At 29:38, the score remained at 9 points!

"Awesome!" Han Dong also applauded Zhao Ke's performance, he could face the 10th, and the explosion immediately caused him to be impressed by the 10th.

Wu Chang stood on the sidelines, letting the players on the bench cheer, his face was solemn, he knew that Zhao Ke had entered a rare state of fearlessness, this kid, from the time he was under him, to this moment, this is the second time.

For the first time, it was in the face of the Second Middle School of the Corps, facing Bai Lan, who became famous at a young age, Zhao Ke, who was originally a nobody, played a super performance and became famous in a fight. In that game, he took the initiative to single-handedly fight Bai Lan, won 3 games and 3 wins, chased 8 points in a row, and swept away the decline in 70, and finally made a thrilling reversal and qualified for the interprovincial competition.

Today, in the face of the extremely powerful No. 8, Zhao Ke once again broke out in this fearless state and resolutely took the initiative to challenge No. 8, but this time, can the classic be copied?

While Wu Chang was looking forward to it, he was uneasy.

"Give me the ball!" Yan Yufeng was determined to teach No. 10 what it means to step back, and he just passed halftime, standing at the top arc and asking for the ball from Shangzhi.

As soon as the ball arrived, Zhao Ke had already opened Zhang Ge, his face was hideous, and he stood in front of Yan Yufeng with grinning teeth.

No. 10 is the banner of the seventy, as long as he does not fall, the seventy will not disarm and admit defeat, Yan Yufeng suddenly understood this fact, and in the same way, he strengthened his strategy.

Crush him mercilessly!

The stadium is a battlefield, and there is no room for mercy!

Yan Yufeng dribbled at high speed, and his dribbling pause was vividly displayed every time his hand made contact with the basketball, while Zhao Ke opened his eyes angrily, tried his best to pay attention, and was engrossed in sliding to defend.

Yan Yufeng was stunned, his body leaned slightly to the right, and his right shoulder also sank at the same time, such a small movement was instantly grabbed by Zhao Ke, his center of gravity quickly shifted to the left, and his body also made a horizontal trend of sliding left.

But in the next breath, Yan Yufeng suddenly closed the ball and hugged it, then jumped high, in front of Zhao Ke, brazenly pulled up, Zhao Ke roared angrily, and stabbed his hand, but Yan Yufeng's eyelids didn't move, when the basketball was pushed to the center of his eyebrows, he exerted his force violently, his wrist flicked, and the basketball drew a low arc and shot towards the basket.

After landing, Yan Yufeng turned around and left, Zhao Ke turned his head to look, only to see the basket, the net did not move at all, and he was overjoyed, but he saw the referee raise his hands and make a three-point ball and a three-point effective gesture.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that this ball actually went in!

32:38。

Or was thrown in!

But in the next second, Zhao Ke shook off his frustration, he seemed to have forgotten, and shouted to his teammates full of fighting spirit: "It's our turn!" ”

The battle continues!

Zhao Ke found Yan Yufeng again, he waved his hand to let Wang Rui, who wanted to sit and dismantle for him, walk away, expressing his murderous intent to vow to fight with Yan Yufeng.

He came to the right wing, dribbled behind the low center of gravity and smashed, his brow pressed against his eye sockets, making his eyes a line, but between this line, the cold light was like a thorn, at this moment, he changed into the wolf of the Tianshan Mountains, looking at Yan Yufeng viciously, waiting for the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

Yan Yufeng stood in a big lunge, clasped his hands together, clapped loud applause, and then spread out as much as he could like wings. His warm and wild heart was not revealed in the slightest on his expressionless face.

Zhao Ke suddenly accelerated the dribble, he sank his shoulder on the right, and then the basketball came to his right hand, and then a very large body front pulled to the left hand, just a moment after the basketball bounced to the ground, Yan Yufeng's left hand swept across the floor, dodging Yan Yufeng's cut ball, Zhao Ke's left hand slapped sideways, a serpentine shook his body, and Yan Yufeng immediately slid from a positive step to a side slide step, re-correcting the defensive position.

Zhao Ke's next movement did not allow him to breathe, and with his left hand behind his back, Zhao Ke's body moved sideways to the right side at high speed at the same time, and at the same time, his right hand caught the basketball from behind his hips.

Yan Yufeng followed like a shadow, and Zhao Ke caught the basketball with his right hand, pulled it in front of his body, he suddenly shot the basketball, and at the same time held the basketball with both hands at a ghostly speed, and with the action of catching the ball, he once again used an extremely natural but fast broken step to float half a step to the right.

Suddenly, as if possessed by a god, he did such a tedious and high-speed set of movements.

Change to the left to pull the ball back dribble, catch the ball and step back to the right to make a jumper!

At that moment, Zhao Ke felt that he no longer existed, only his soul was beating, and the blissful pleasure of throwing off the shackles of his body almost made him moan.

Jumping high in the air, he saw No. 8's persevering outstretched left hand pounce, but so what?

Zhao Ke closed his eyes and threw the ball that he decided at the moment was the most expressive.

Go ahead!

Landing on the ground and opening his eyes, Zhao Ke saw his teammates' raised hands, rushing towards him frantically, and also saw the referee's firm gesture of making three points effective and adding one free throw.

Then, he saw countless dancing arms in the stands, and finally, he looked at the face of Number 8, who finally showed a surprised expression.

However, Zhao Ke felt that he couldn't hear anything, and when he was weird, and even a little scared, suddenly his hearing was restored, and the deafening sound broke into his ears.

Yan Yufeng looked up at the ceiling lamp, and a strange thought suddenly rose to him.

Is this product open?

The step back just now, even if it is yourself, it is impossible to do it so fast, dribble behind your back, retreat after receiving the ball, only those who have really practiced it can understand how high the fit of the body needs to be.

What's more, it's still a three-point shot.

Feeling that someone had tapped him on the shoulder, Yan Yufeng turned around, and he was the face of the night long wind.

"Congratulations, you've been blown up twice!" Ye Changfeng's ridicule made Yan Yufeng suddenly sober up, strictly speaking, it was to recover his mind.

"I'll pay it back!" Yan Yufeng also laughed.

"Don't let me see it for the third time, or, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life!" Night Wind tapped him with his hand, then walked away with a smile.

"You're not going to have this chance!" Yan Yufeng took a sip, turned around, stood outside the three-point line, and watched Zhao Ke make free throws.

Seeing the basketball fall steadily into the basket, Yan Yufeng still sighed in his heart.

32：42。

The score is back in double digits again.

Zhao Ke proudly walked out of the free throw line, he glanced at Yan Yufeng who was standing on the side, and made that vague gesture for the third time.

Yan Yufeng really became murderous this time. Instead, he laughed, his snow-white teeth baring.

Guo Ding in the stands frowned slightly, he realized that the first half was about to end, Beiyang has always been backward, even if the scene has been dominant, but Xinjiang Seventy Middle School has never stopped scoring.

This made him blindly confident in Beiyang, and he couldn't help but retreat a little.

No problem, this trend has been here in Beiyang, and they still have a lot of time.

In the stands, Liang Tian suddenly asked Ma Rong: "During this time, it seems that the hit rate of the two teams is frighteningly high?" ”

"It's not frighteningly high, it's all 100% hit!" Ma Rong corrected.

"It's horrible, is this still a high school game?" Liang Tian said with emotion.

"This is the top matchup at the high school level in China at this stage!" Ma Rong defined it this way.

Han Dong, who was not far away, was also saying to Song Kun: "Such a strong team is actually fighting in the repechage match, in order to qualify, I really can't figure it out!" ”

Zhao Xiang interjected: "Strictly speaking, the team that can enter the repechage match has no bad team, and it is only because of a certain abnormal performance that they came here!" ”

Song Kun nodded and said: "Even if the team has entered the national quarterfinals, it may not be able to qualify in the repechage!" ”

Han Dong sighed with emotion, he said: "I didn't expect it to be a long time, the high school team is already so strong, I remember that year, the team I met was very average!" ”

"Han Dong, don't brag, I remember, you haven't even played in the national competition!" Song Kun said with a smile.

Han Dong blushed for a while, and he defended: "That's because my team is too poor, there are not seven people on the field, and there is no rotation lineup!" ”

Song Kun didn't want to be sarcastic, so he said: "Watch the game, this first half is almost over, it seems that the victory and defeat will not be known until the second half!" ”

"It's still 10 points behind, this Xinjiang team is really professional!" Han Dong pursed his lips.

On the court, Shangzhi dribbled forward, he glanced at Yan Yufeng, but saw that Yan Yufeng was already looking at him, so he understood, and passed the ball over with some expectation.

With his understanding of the boss, this revenge is impossible!

Yan Yufeng received the ball and just dribbled past half the court, Zhao Ke followed, under his wild expression, he hid his wolf-like calmness, he did not go close to defense, because it was likely to be directly thrown away by No. 8, he kept a distance of about three meters and followed head-on.

Yan Yufeng's dribbling speed, which was not slow, was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye step by step, and every time he shot the ball, the basketball stayed in his palm for a long time, and with his dribbling action, it became extremely sharp.

Zhao Ke suddenly realized that once No. 8 accelerated, it was impossible to block it by himself, and every previous round was proving this.

"him!" Zhao Ke shouted.

Wang Rui put aside Shangzhi and started with Zhao Ke to wrap up.

However, Zhao Ke is still sober up slowly, and Yan Yufeng, who is up at speed, his lethality can be described and summarized by the word horror.

Directly changing direction, Yan Yufeng passed through Wang Rui's defense, and he went straight to the right wing along the sideline.

Zhao Ke had already caught up, but he saw that No. 8 suddenly paused, as if he was waiting for him, and while he was surprised, he didn't think too much about it, and directly pasted it.

And Yan Yufeng was waiting for this moment, at the moment when Zhao Ke was pasted, he changed from the front to his back, and a side shot leaned on Zhao Ke's body fiercely.

Zhao Ke was under the back of Yan Yufeng for the first time, and directly pushed out one meter away, and at the same time, he suddenly realized that if he wanted to defend No. 8 with his back, he had no chance of winning.

But people have come here, and Yan Yufeng's attack does not allow him to think about it for a moment, the second time followed, Zhao Ke couldn't bear it at all, and was carried a meter away again, in the eyes of the spectators in the stands, it seemed that there was a huge spring on the back of No. 8, and No. 10 bounced off as soon as he touched it.

Yan Yufeng's second side shot to eat the back hit, he had already stepped on the side white line of the paint area, from the three-point line, two steps directly here, it can be seen how ferocious Yan Yufeng is to eat the position.

But Yan Yufeng did not turn around and attack directly, but made it clear that he wanted to eat the inside line of the seventy, Lin Yun immediately replaced Zhao Ke and came to Yan Yufeng's side, his hand just leaned on Yan Yufeng's back, but Yan Yufeng moved.

His third side shot came, he put his hands together, held the bounced basketball, wiped his body towards the restricted area, jumped with both feet, and when he was in the air, his body adjusted and faced the basket.

And Zhao Ke, who came over, naturally didn't go away, he wanted to go around the front bag, and just happened to touch Yan Yufeng, who jumped in.

Yan Yufeng's jump, in order to find Zhao Ke, after landing, Yan Yufeng jumped up again with his amazing and terrifying continuous bounce ability.

Zhao Ke didn't have time to react at all, he only felt that a black shadow appeared in front of him, and then in the next moment, it completely enveloped him, as if the night had fallen.

Yan Yufeng jumped high in the air, he held the ball behind his head with both hands, and his body was still climbing forward, but he couldn't wait, roared angrily, picked up the basketball with both hands and smashed it to the basket.

The basketball and the front of the basket collided fiercely, and under the huge force of the forward push, they were squeezed into the frame, and Yan Yufeng's hand, after all, was too anxious to fall without touching the basket.

The basket that had just been replaced, as if it was like a child who was wandering after getting lost, burst into tears in an instant, it shook up and down, the basket frame swayed, and the staff at the bottom corner instantly showed a look of fear in their eyes.

After Yan Yufeng landed, he opened his mouth and roared angrily at Zhao Ke, who was hit alive by himself at the foot of the basket, like a lion roaring.

This is the first time that Yan Yufeng has been angry since he came on the court, coupled with such a powerful and brutal frontal two-handed violent buckle, in an instant, no one in the seventy baskets dared to look directly at him.

Zhao Ke shook off the hand of the teammate who pulled him up, and struggled to stand up alone, he was the only Yan Yufeng who was not afraid of the fierce appearance, although he was still trembling, he still twisted his head to the past.

The two foreheads were facing each other, their eyes were zero centimeters angry, no one blinked, maybe it only existed for a second or two, and then the referee who killed it was directly pushed away.

The referee warned Yan Yufeng not to continue to provoke, Yan Yufeng glared at Zhao Ke fiercely again, turned around and left.

Zhao Ke stubbornly maintained his primitive posture, until Yan Yufeng turned around, he couldn't control his whole body trembling, Lin Yun's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly stood in front of him, blocking the sight of most people.

Zhao Reliable gasped on Lin Yun's broad chest.

"It hurts! It really hurts! Zhao Ke clutched his chest and groaned hard.

Wu Chang paid great attention to everything that happened on the field, and when he saw Zhao Ke completely leaning on Lin Yun, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately called for a substitution.

Zhao Ke, who was helped off the field, was still holding his chest, looking at the head coach's concerned and anxious eyes, Zhao Ke shook his head and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, coach!" I'm sorry......! ”

Then, tears suddenly gushed out, and it quickly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and fell with sweat.

As long as he knew, Yan Yufeng just now, directly put his knee on his chest, because he was still in the process of ventilation and relaxation, his muscles were not tense at all, and he was immediately hit hard.

In fact, when he fell, he felt that his chest was wooden, and he didn't want to move, but when he saw No. 8 roaring at him, he still couldn't help standing up.

It was only at this pull that he felt his chest pierce his heart like a thousand arrows, and the pain exploded almost to destroy his will, and if he hadn't gritted his teeth, he might have collapsed at that moment.

Sitting on the bench, Zhao Ke felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, and realized that something might be wrong with him, and his first thought was sorry for the coach and his teammates.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The medical staff at the scene came, he first took away Zhao Ke's hand covering his chest, and then carefully touched it, and then the doctor's expression became serious.

"If you want to get to the hospital, you want it now!" The doctor said to Wu Chang very seriously.

"What's the situation?" Wu Chang's heart was sinking as early as when Zhao Ke said he was sorry, and when he heard the doctor say this, his heart was about to sink to the soles of his feet.

"It could be a broken rib, or even a broken ......!" Doctors always think about the worst-case scenario.

Wu Chang's whole body was cold, but after so many years of strong winds and waves, he still made him stabilize his heart, and he instructed the other team members: "Hurry up and find a stretcher." ”

"Don't! I don't want it! Zhao Ke didn't know how, he woke up.

"When is it, you listen to me!" Wu Chang was furious.

"Coach, do you know the difference between a wolf and a dog?" Zhao Ke suddenly said like this.

Without waiting for anything, Zhao Ke smiled with difficulty, although the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead, he continued: "If the wolf is kept in captivity, it will become a dog, and if the dog is thrown into the field, it will become a wolf sooner or later!" ”

"If I throw in the towel, I'm not a wolf, coach, I don't want to be a dog!" Zhao Ke's tears welled up in his eyes again.

"No dog, Zhao Ke, you will always be the strongest wolf in our Xinjiang, don't be afraid, we won't lose, I promise you!" Wu Chang was in tears, he knelt on the floor on one leg, and swore to Zhao Ke who was lying on the chair.

Zhao Ke shook his head, and he said in an extremely weak voice: "Coach, in fact, I know that we can't win, tell the brothers, let them not lose their minds because of my injury, we won't lose if we lose!" ”

"Well, everything is up to you, you go to the hospital quickly, rest assured!" Wu Chang felt that Zhao Ke's face was very pale, and he was very scared, he was in his sixties, but he was trembling like a child at the moment.

The stretcher had already come, Zhao Ke was carried on the stretcher, he looked at his teammates who were all crying again, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"Let's go, let's go!" The doctor urged loudly.

The chaotic situation in Xinjiang Seventy Middle School affected the whole field, and even everyone in the last game was distracted, Lin Yun angrily elbowed Yan Yufeng, and the referee immediately blew the whistle, and at the same time rushed in quickly, standing in the middle of the confrontation between the two.

But whenever there is only an injured game, the next time is the time when the referee is most afraid, and if one is not dealt with, it will cause unimaginable chaos.

Yan Yufeng's cheeks suddenly turned blue, and his eyes could almost spew out fire to glare at Lin Yun, but the latter walked back indifferently.

Wu Chang was tired at the same time, so he had to call a timeout, to pour cold water on his teammates and calm down.

Yan Yufeng returned to the bench, took the hand handed over by Sun Ming, and drank it in a big gulp, now, no one dares to step forward to take a stubble, everyone can see that Yan Yufeng is in a rage.

Sun Ming coughed lightly, he was probably the only one who dared to talk to Yan Yufeng at this time, he said, "That No. 10 seems to have been carried away on a stretcher!" ”

Yan Yufeng's action of drinking water was still, he stood up with a breath, went to look, and just saw a group of people, as if carrying something, disappeared at the entrance of the emergency passage.

"What's going on?" Yan Yufeng asked.

"I don't know, it must have been your injury, it is estimated that it is not light!" Xiang Jie finally dared to take a stubble.

"You take it easy, why are you so fierce?" Sun Ming was a little dissatisfied.

Yan Yufeng wanted to argue, but he felt that he could say something now, so he sat down dejectedly, and then he remembered that just now, his knee seemed to be on the chest of No. 10.

Is that what it is?

Yan Yufeng felt incredible, but the fact was already so, and there was no room for doubt.

Wang Xuechao waited on the side for a while, and then spoke: "Yufeng, you can rest, there are less than two minutes left, and you can retain your strength." Su Xiao, you go! ”

Regarding this arrangement, which is obviously a protective meaning, Yan Yufeng was unexpectedly silent this time.

Touching his face, Yan Yufeng was extremely depressed.