King of the North Sun (4)

No. 10 Tang Chaohui suddenly changed direction and burst into the basket, and in the case of attracting two defenders in the twelve, he passed the ball very well to Su Wei on the outside, Su Wei made a decisive shot, three points! Very reasonable cooperation, all the first pass completely tore the defensive position of the twelfth middle school to shreds, and the second middle school exceeded by one point 5 to 4! Tiekou quickly explained.

"Good shot!" Qin Zheng shouted, but there was a sigh and curse around him.

Qin Yan looked at Yan Yufeng on the court worriedly, but Yan Yufeng didn't seem to be as depressed as he thought, and patted the players next to him, said a few words that seemed to be encouraging, and then sent out the ball in the twelfth middle school and started to attack!

Yan Yufeng took Zhai Yong's ball, took the half court alone, and walked a few meters away from the three-point line, waiting for the players to settle down.

After a glance, Yan Yufeng passed the ball to Zhai Yong on the outside, and then immediately ran to the inside.

As soon as he stepped into the three-point line, Tang Chaohui, who was still clinging to him, suddenly left, and went to look for Xiang Jie, Yan Yufeng frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a strong body behind him leaning tightly against him, and turned his head to look, it was Mo Feng.

Yan Yufeng took a step back, turned around, and ran outside the three-point line.

Mo Feng didn't follow, but Tang Chaohui leaned over, and Xiang Jie was immediately posted by Mo Feng again.

Yan Yufeng raised his sword eyebrows slightly, feeling that the second middle school had begun to have a new change in his defensive strategy!

There was not much time, Zhai Yong had not gotten rid of Su Wei's pressure after a few feints, and reluctantly gave the ball to Wang Zhiquan at the three-point line on the right side, and Wang Zhiquan received the ball and shouted, he was not afraid of Tong Shan, who was five centimeters taller than himself behind him, raised the ball and made a shooting posture, immediately slapped the ball with a short body, jumped forward and took a step, and suddenly came to the three-second line, without pause, jumped up and shot.

Tong Shan didn't expect this short striker to be so presumptuous, and after squeezing out, he shouted angrily, jumped forward, and jumped up to block.

The ball had already gone out and smashed into the upper part of the basket and bounced off the basket, but because the force was too great, it exploded again, which immediately caused a sigh in the stands.

The ball flew in the air, and several hands reached out almost simultaneously and flew towards it.

"Hah!" Cao Tao's voice sounded, first grabbed the ball in his hand, and after landing, several pairs of hands immediately surrounded him, and Cao Tao fell into a heavy encirclement!

"Drink!" Cao Tao let out an angry roar again, struggled to twist his lower body, forcibly resisted the person who surrounded the bag, held the ball with both hands and slapped it on the floor, turned around and throw.

"Smack!" A black shadow flashed in front of Cao Tao, and the ball flying upwards suddenly let out a cry of pain, and flew out in a different direction.

"!" After Fang Tao grabbed the rebound in the front court by Cao Tao, he finally let out a fierce breath.

A black shadow crossed in front of Zhai Yong, and a huge snow-white No. 9 appeared in his eyes, and with him was not only Zhai Yong's anger, but also the basketball that fell to him that belonged to him.

"!" Zhai Yong roared, and was aroused by Su Wei's performance, and chased after him.

Xiang Jie, who fell at the end, also turned around and ran towards his own half, while the other team members, the twelve middle schools, and the second middle school all started to run wildly.

And so began a fast break.

"You can't catch up!" Qin Zheng saw No. 5 of the twelfth chasing after Su Wei, and said disdainfully.

You must know that he found Su Wei in the track and field team, his 100-meter speed will never be inferior to that of a professional track and field player, the length of a basketball court, once he starts to start, who can catch up?

Su Wei made Zhai Yong behind him feel hopeless in a few clicks, looking at Su Wei who had already stepped into the three-point line, and then looking at himself when he was still half a circle, Zhai Yong screamed helplessly.

And in the end, Xiang Jie, who has now become the front, immediately became the only hope to stop Su Wei, and everyone put their hopes on Xiang Jie, who was running wildly.

Su Wei let out a loud shout, and rushed to the basket with three steps to the basket.

"Delusional!" Xiang Jie's angry shouts sounded behind Su Wei.

Yan Yufeng, who was on guard, was relieved, and Xiang Jie finally caught up!

A sneer flashed in Su Wei's eyes, and under Xiang Jie's drag, he held the ball up, changed it to his left hand, and suddenly shook it, and threw the ball to the basket in a hurry!

"Not good!" Yan Yufeng shouted.

A soaring figure explained why Yan Yufeng shouted like this.

Tang Chaohui once again glanced at the basketball that was already churning in the air, adjusted his pace, and suddenly jumped high with both feet, caught the basketball that just flew to the top of the right side of the basket, straightened his waist, and poured the ball into the basket.

"Yay''''''''''''''''!" Golden Mouth shouted loudly.

After the twelfth middle school failed to attack, the second middle school launched a wonderful fast attack, catching the basketball thrown by Su Weikong, and Tang Chaohui, the most valuable player in Beiyang, jumped up like a tacit understanding and gave the basket of the twelfth middle school a ravage!

7 to 4!

King No. 2 Middle School began to show why it can dominate Beiyang's strong strength! Iron Mouth shouted loudly.

"!" Xiang Jie bent down to pick up the ball and screamed angrily.

"It's okay! Here we go, the game has just begun! Yan Yufeng had already come to Xiang Jie's side and said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Xiang Jie handed the ball to the referee, and then took the basketball from the referee and threw it to Yan Yufeng, saying.

"Steady one!" Yan Yufeng dribbled past half the court, raised his hand and commanded loudly.

Wang Zhiquan and the others began to run frequently, pulling the defenders, intending to pull out the gap.

The Second Central Committee was not moved by it at all, and still dealt with it with joint defense.

Yan Yufeng held the ball and walked on the outside, while Tang Chaohui covered Yan Yufeng from afar at the three-point line.

Wang Zhiquan and Zhai Yong's several blocking and dismantling did not work, and seeing that the 24-second attack time was about to come, Yan Yufeng gritted his steel teeth! After a shake, he accelerated and changed direction to the right side, and suddenly jumped up.

The ball smashed into the basket and exploded, and Fang Tao grabbed it.

Yan Yufeng looked at the basketball in Fang Tao's hand, and turned around sharply and ran towards his half.

"Damn it!" Sun Ming scolded, and Fang Xiang next to him was also unwilling!

Matsuko's brows began to furrow, and his expression began to become serious.

The pressure brought by the one-meter-ninety-five Tang Zhaohui to Yan Yufeng is not ordinary, in the face of the tall and agile Tang Chaohui, Yan Yufeng is not very easy to get rid of, if this continues, the twelfth middle school will simply need to be laid again, freezing Yan Yufeng, the twelfth middle school is equivalent to a dying person with only one breath left, and he can only wait for the whistle at the end of the game!

Yan Yufeng, you have to come on!

Wang Xuechao's brows were already furrowed, and he took a step back and forth irritably.

Yan Yufeng! Now it's up to you!

Wang Xuechao prayed secretly.

"Hehe, have you thought about Tang Chaohui? How can it be so easy! Qin Zheng laughed loudly, his face full of pride.

"Dad! Sister is twelve! Qin Yan couldn't hold back any longer and said.

"Oh, hehe, I forgot, the twelfth middle school is actually not bad, and it's already very good to be able to fight like this with the second middle school!" Qin Zheng saw that the baby girl was angry, and then saw the lady's somewhat dark face, and immediately changed his words.

"Humph!" Qin Yan got angry for the first time, snorted, turned his head to look at Yan Yufeng on the field, and secretly prayed in his heart.

Yan Yufeng, don't be angry, come on!

"Alas!" The audience in support of the twelfth middle school let out a sigh again.

"Beautiful, this year's rookie king winner Yan Yufeng did not shoot, and the second middle school once again launched a fast attack, No. 9 Su Wei, No. 10 Tang Chaohui, and No. 13 Tong Shan.

Chrysostom shouted.

9 to 4.

"The Dark Horse 12 Middle School doesn't seem to have any activity at the beginning, so the players, including their core newcomer Wang Yan Yufeng, also seem to be in poor shape, and it has been three minutes since the game started, and the score has been opened by five points! It seems that after the loss of scoring guard Gao Yuan and the main center Han Dazhu, the dark horse nature of the twelve has faded a lot! "Tiekou Road.

"Well, yes, compared to now, it can be seen that Tang Chaohui has completed the task of defending Yan Yufeng very well, and he is also very good offensively, he has scored 4 points, a rebound, and two assists, and he is worthy of being the most valuable player in Beiyang!" Golden Mouth sighed.

"Now it's up to the 12th Middle School to put on a situation where the offense is weak and the defense is not good! If this continues, the time for the 12th middle school to call for approval will soon come! Tiekou judged.

"It should be like this, oh, the twelve have already served, let's see how this attack goes!" Jinzui said.

Yan Yufeng passed the ball to Zhai Yong, and he immediately got into the inner line, sure enough, Mo Feng immediately posted it, and Tang Chaohui also ran to Xiang Jie, Yan Yufeng glanced at it, and finally understood the tactical intention of the second middle school.

"Come on! Let me see if you Mo Feng has the strength to defend against me! Yan Yufeng secretly shouted in his heart, took a big step to the right, suddenly sank down, stood sideways, pinched Mo Feng's body with his right hand, and then raised his left hand high and reached out to ask for the ball.

Zhai Yong shook it down, but still hoisted the ball over.

Yan Yufeng looked at the passing ball, his body stood up, his right foot was backwards, his left foot stepped forward, his left hand reached up, and he caught the ball steadily.

"Idols want to pull down the basket singlely!" Fang Xiang, who was very impressed by the last fierce battle against Iron and Steel, saw Yan Yufeng catching the ball on the inside, and immediately shouted excitedly.

"Lean back, hit him, hit him!" The little pig and the monkey shouted together.

Sun Ming stood up and stared at it with narrow eyes.

All the people who paid attention to Yan Yufeng widened their eyes, and all the spectators who had watched Yan Yufeng's last game craned their necks, and all their eyes suddenly shot at Yan Yufeng, who was standing at the three-second zone, and Mo Feng behind him.

The old covenant war is finally about to happen!

Yan Yufeng held the ball in both hands, his body shook left and right, and he felt the powerful aura coming from Hou Mo Feng.

Like a mountain!

Yan Yufeng's eyes burst with coldness!

With his right foot as the support point, Yan Yufeng suddenly turned half a circle to the right, lifting the ball to make a gesture, Mo Feng behind him shouted, did not jump, but took another step forward when Yan Yufeng turned around, and squeezed Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng shouted, squatted down, slapped the ball with his left hand, and squeezed his body towards Mo Feng in a bow.

Under Yan Yufeng's full strength, Mo Feng only took a small step back, then grabbed Yan Yufeng's waist with one hand, held it high in front of him with the other, and spread his feet to form a horse step, steadily blocking Yan Yufeng's attack.

There is no time!

Yan Yufeng shouted in his heart.

The steel teeth bited, once again half-turned and withdrew with his left foot, and kicked with his right foot, Yan Yufeng was finally about to lean back.

Mo Feng roared, his feet lunged differently, his right foot stepped forward, jumped up with all his strength, and reached out to cover it.

Take a sharp breath, straighten your waist, tilt your upper body, finally leave the ground with your left foot, and your whole body suddenly fell backwards at a 45 degree degree from the ground.

Mo Feng's huge palm slowly moved away from him, and that firm and cold face slowly blurred in front of him, Yan Yufeng snorted lightly, his wrist flicked, and the ball flew into the void with a churn.

The pine nut brush stood up suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the basketball flying in the air.

Wang Xuechao also stood up straight, staring at the orange basketball.

Qin Yan couldn't help but let out a sigh, leaned up, and looked at the basketball with big eyes.

Cao Hui also shouted, his eyes widened!

A high school student can lean back, or such an elegant back!

Jinzui Tiekou also looked at the basketball with wide eyes, and even couldn't help but hold the microphone on the table tightly and lift it up.

The audience held their breath and watched.

"Bell!" The ball touched the basket, bounced lightly, jumped from one side of the hoop to the other side, and finally bounced on the spot as if it were a trick, and finally landed.

"Smack!" Yan Yufeng fell to the ground, and when he saw the basketball fall to the basket, he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

The audience sighed and mourned.

Sun Ming sat back in his seat in frustration, muttering something in his mouth.

Songzi also sat down slowly, sighed, and said to himself: "The distance is too far, and the wrist strength is really not enough!" ”

Wang Xuechao also closed his eyes, exhaled helplessly, looked at the plateau with a very gloomy expression, and smiled weakly.

Gao Yuan happily hugged his head, looked at his swollen feet fiercely, and felt very uncomfortable.

The whole team relied on Yan Yufeng to fight alone, if he wasn't injured, how could the second middle school be so arrogant!

Alas''''''''''''''''''''''''''''!

A hand appeared in front of Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, lay on the ground and looked at Xiang Jie with a determined expression.

"Come on! The battle has just begun! Xiang Jie's voice was very calm, but it made Yan Yufeng smell the fiery fighting spirit!

"Yes! The battle has just begun! Yan Yufeng stretched out his hand, Xiang Jie smiled, and pulled Yan Yufeng up with a force.

Yan Yufeng patted his buttocks, his face returned to normal, and said, "The wrist strength is a little smaller, and the distance from the basket is a little far!" ”

"He's very stout, you can't resist him!" Xiang Jie and Yan Yufeng said as they ran towards their own half.

"Well, the quality is a bit too big!" Yan Yufeng smiled, and then said, "Come on!" This game is called the real game, and I can finally enjoy the game! ”

"Haha, come on! Let's enjoy it together! Xiang Jie laughed, slapped his hands with Yan Yufeng, and shouted in high spirits.

"Haha, enjoy! Interesting! Yan Yufeng also laughed, the frustration just now is long gone, yes! This kind of game is a really interesting game!

"It's a pity, No. 8 Yan Yufeng singled No. 4 Mo Feng, the backward jump shot was unsuccessful, the distance is too far, a high school student doesn't have such strong wrist strength!" Golden Mouth explained to the audience in front of the TV.

"No. 8 Yan Yufeng even took it back, and still hasn't broken the deadlock, it seems that the situation in the twelfth middle school is getting worse and worse!" Tiekou looked at the scoreboard and said with a worried expression.

"Kind of interesting! This number 8 is really good! Cao Hui stared at Yan Yufeng and muttered.

Mo Feng caught Fang Tao's pass, took advantage of Fang Tao's opportunity to attract 2 inside lines in the twelve, slapped the ball with both hands on the right side of the empty basket, took a step forward, and then pulled it up and slammed it with both hands.

"Bang!"

The basket let out a scream, and under Mo Feng's vigorous tugging, it changed and drooped!!

"Shhh The golden mouth gasped.

"It's too domineering, No. 4 Mo Feng's basket is too powerful!" After the golden mouth reacted, she shouted loudly.

"Whew!" Mo Feng jumped down and roared loudly under the basket of the twelve!

Yan Yufeng sighed, shook his hand, and glanced at coach Wang Xuechao who was standing on the sidelines.

"Toot '''''!" The referee blew the whistle.

The twelfth middle school was finally forced to call a timeout.

Liu Wei raised his head in frustration and looked at the scoreboard.

11 to 4.

It's 7 points behind!

The game has only been around for less than five minutes!

The situation turned out to be like this, which made all the people who were looking forward to the twelve too frustrated! It is a completely downturned situation, and the newcomer Wang Yan Yufeng, who has been injected with very high hopes by everyone, is only 4 points compared to now!

And nothing else, so disappointing!

Cao Hui muttered, and said to himself: "It's boring, it seems that this time I was really deceived by Lao Chen, a game with a huge disparity in strength!"

The first verse is already clear!

Now unless a miracle happens, hehe, the first half can be over! Alas, poor twelve! Speaking of this, Cao Hui glanced at the rest seat of the Twelfth Middle School with some regret.

Qin Yan also sighed, although he didn't understand basketball, he could also see that Yan Yufeng had fallen into a trough!

Qin Zheng's face was full of smiles, and he said with a smile: "I guessed that the game would become like this, the Twelfth Middle School simply does not have the strength and qualifications to challenge the strength and qualifications of the Second Middle School!" You can't win a real game with a one-man team!

A really strong team should be very strong at every point, both offensive and defensive are equally good, under the average strength, led by a person with superior strength, to attack the city!

And the second middle school is the team with all this!

However, Tiegang is too, but they still lack an absolute king leader, and their kingly spirit is still too little, such a team will only have some impact on the second middle school, but it is impossible to defeat the second middle school!

What about the twelve?

Not to mention, Gao Yuan, Han Dazhu's injury and departure from the team have greatly reduced the strength of the Twelfth Middle School, and now except for one Yan Yufeng, what will he do?

Nothing was done!

It is impossible for a one-man team to win a game against a strong team in the true sense of the word, because this is basketball, a five-person sport! And not some playhouse!

Qin Zheng's eyes burst with a cold glow!

Twelve, you are impossible, unless there is a miracle!

Marvel?

I'd rather believe that Mars hit the Earth, and I don't believe that you will defeat the King No. 2 that I have worked so hard to manage!

"Drink water, everyone! Take a break! Shi Guang said on the side, his tone a little gloomy.

Everyone drank the water silently, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere was very dull, and Qin Lan also lowered her head and diligently handed water to each team member.

Yan Yufeng looked at Cao Tao, Wang Zhiquan, and Zhai Yong's depressed expressions, and then looked at the teammates who were also depressed on the bench, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Xiang Jie, and they all saw the helplessness in each other's hearts.

The game has really made everyone sober up so far!

The second king is so powerful that it beat us so badly, halfway through the first quarter, we only scored 4 points, and the opponent cut 11 points!

The contrast between lions and sheep!

Perhaps the thought is the inner activity of all teammates, frustration, despair permeates the hearts of every 12 players!

We can't do this, we can't defeat No. 2 Middle School by relying on me and Xiang Jie, we must raise everyone's fighting spirit!

Yan Yufeng thought in his heart, and was about to speak, but the coach spoke!

"Come, everybody!" Wang Xuechao beckoned and squatted down with the tactical diagram.

"The opponent is strong on every point and can score in every position, we can't do anything about it, we have to see the facts, but I have to say something!" When Wang Xuechao said this, he paused, glanced up at all the team members, and said slowly: "Just like Yan Yufeng said before the game - we are not here to be a formality, we are here to ask for the Power Cup!" We're here to defeat the myth of defending the title in the second and third years! No matter how strong the enemy is, no matter how unfavorable our situation is now, we must remember!

What are we?

Warrior!

What do we want?

Victory!

What are we going to do?

Fight!

Until the last second, we can't give up, we have to lose, we have to lose like a man!

Desperate for the last second, this is called the man in twelve! ”

Wang Xuechao's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and he exuded a tragic aura all over his body!

"I don't want to say more about how to fight and how to arrange tactics! I'm with you on the sidelines! Let me see how you come to be the courage of the twelve! Wang Xuechao stood up, threw the tactical diagram on the ground, and said coldly.

"We are with you! Come on! Brothers! As a substitute, Li Feng, Long Guang and others all shouted loudly.

"Come on! Brothers! Gao Yuan stood up slowly, and then said solemnly: "I'm standing to see how you can achieve victory and defeat the second middle school!" ”

"Defeat the second middle school!" All the team members yelled.

"The brave are invincible!"

"Maybe some people will think that unless a miracle happens, we can defeat the second middle school, then let me see! Look how a miracle emerges brilliantly before my eyes! Wang Xuechao exclaimed excitedly.

Yan Yufeng looked at the plateau in a daze, as well as the coach.

Coach, you're still amazing!

Thank you, it was you who reinvigorated everyone's fighting spirit, and it was you who made the game start in the real sense! It's also you who made this game that wouldn't have been a miracle happen!

Let's create a miracle! A miracle that belongs to our twelve!

Yan Yufeng clenched his hands tightly and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar!

The race has just begun!

In the distance, the referee's whistle signaled that the timeout was up.

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath and said calmly: "Brothers, it's time for us men!" ”

King of the North Sun (4)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-7-24

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