Campus Basketball (Part 3)

It's overwhelming

In the locker room of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, the players are changing their clothes and putting on their jerseys to prepare for the game, while Coach Wang Xuechao announces the list of players and arranges the opening tactics as before every game.

"Today's starting list: Han Dazhu, Xiang Jie, Wang Zhiquan, Ye Changfeng, Zhai Yong!" As soon as the voice fell, the audience suddenly fell silent.

Yan Yufeng didn't even make the starter, this '''''This is impossible!

Everyone thought in amazement.

Yan Yufeng himself was also stunned, did the coach say something wrong?

"Everyone must be quite surprised, why didn't Yan Yufeng start, hehe! Don't think of anything else, in fact, this is all Yan Yufeng's own request! Wang Xuechao looked at the full hall of players and explained with a smile.

"Me?" Yan Yufeng was even more embarrassed, when did he make this request to the coach.

"Yan Yufeng, what did you say the day before yesterday, and how did you explain to us the reason why you can't score?" Wang Xuechao obviously saw Yan Yufeng's wrong expression, and said to Yan Yufeng.

"I think there will definitely be stronger opponents in the future, so I hope to use myself as a secret weapon to give my opponent a lethal attack at the most critical time." Yan Yufeng stood up, thinking about why the coach said this, and said slowly.

"Well, how do you think you should hide it?" Wang Xuechao continued to ask.

"It's just not to score, not to let the opponent see his true strength!" Yan Yufeng replied naturally.

"Is it that simple?" Wang Xuechao chuckled.

"Coach, is there something missing?" Yan Yufeng looked at the coach's smile, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately asked.

"What was your last technical stat?" Wang Xuechao suddenly changed the topic.

"''''''''', just a few rebounds and assists without scoring!" Yan Yufeng was even more confused, and said slowly.

"But how many minutes do you have to play?" Wang Xuechao asked again.

"Three ''''''' thirty-five minutes!" Yan Yufeng seemed to have caught something in his mind, and said slowly.

"Think for yourself, is it right for you to hide like this?" Wang Xuechao's expression became serious.

A flash of light flashed through his mind, Yan Yufeng shouted, covered his head and said, "Why am I so stupid? ”

"Got it?" Wang Xuechao's expression suddenly relaxed, and he laughed.

Yan Yufeng's chest rose and fell vigorously a few times, and finally calmed down, and his face regained a calm look: "I still think too little, or the coach thinks thoughtfully!" Thank you, coach! ”

"Okay, now that you understand, I won't explain much, you can be a substitute today and cheer for your teammates!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and motioned to sit down.

Yan Yufeng nodded heavily and sat down.

Except for a few people, most of the players still didn't understand what the coach and Yan Yufeng were playing, but since Yan Yufeng had readily agreed, it meant that it was okay, so everyone returned to normal.

Gao Yuan and Xiang Jie glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's surprise, but they didn't expect the biggest flaw in this plan The coach could see it so clearly, and the coach understood it early, otherwise, wouldn't the plan be in vain?

Wang Xuechao secretly exhaled a breath, he suddenly thought of the biggest flaw in this plan before going to bed last night, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, praying that no one had found out yet, while thinking about how to remedy it.

Don't let Yan Yufeng start, only let him play a small amount, or not play at all, this should be the best way to hide.

Yan Yufeng also secretly broke out in a cold sweat, he was still too tender, he didn't expect such a big flaw, fortunately.

Outside the door, there was a faint commotion, Wang Xuechao also turned his head to look at the door, turned around and said with a smile: "It seems that today is very lively!" ”

"Haha''''''!" Everyone laughed.

"Since there are so many people on the pitch, you can all cheer up, remember, you have to show all your housekeeping skills, you have to play to the fullest, you know, the better you perform, the more successful the plan will be. Long wind! Wang Xuechao suddenly shouted.

"Coach!" The night breeze stood up energetically.

Wang Xuechao looked at Ye Changfeng and said, "You are the key, so that everyone's eyes can't be separated from you, understand?" ”

"Coach, I understand!" Ye Changfeng's eyes lit up with excitement, looking at him, he couldn't wait to kill on the court now and stretch out his hand.

"The day before yesterday, we eliminated the High School Attached to China Southern Airlines, and everyone was surprised, and today they came to see the showdown between us and Nanjing No. 10 Middle School with half-believing. So, what are we going to do? Kindness? Tell me! Wang Xuechao glanced at the audience and said with a majestic expression.

"Kill ten hits and make it to the top four!" There was a bang in the locker room.

"Good, give me a painful fight! Let all the people in Jiangsu know that our basketball in Beiyang is not something for them to despise! Wang Xuechao shouted loudly.

"Make it to the Final Four!" Everyone roared in unison.

"Get on the field, warm up, take it easy!" Wang Xuechao instructed, and then waved his team to come on the field.

When everyone walked out of the locker room one after another, the noise from the audience suddenly rose to their ears.

"Phew! It's really not ordinary! Long Guang shouted.

"Hehe, it's like playing the fourth middle school at that time, but I don't know how many people will come to support us today!" Gao Yuan was also touched by the atmosphere of the scene, reminiscent of the scene of facing the fourth middle school last year.

I think at that time, the whole team was united and determined to fight with the four middle schools to the end, everyone's expressions were sharp and heavy, but I didn't expect that half a year later, everyone actually walked to the top four of the selection competition, and everyone's mood was also relaxed and confident, half a year! What a change!

Thinking of this, Gao Yuan couldn't help but sigh and marvel at the unpredictability of the human world.

"What do you think?" Yan Yufeng suddenly asked.

"Hehe, I think of the battle we had with the fourth middle school at that time!" Gao Yuan tilted his head sideways, looked at Yan Yufeng and explained with a smile.

Yan Yufeng showed a smile on his face, and said with deep feelings: "Half a year ago, we were still struggling and struggling about whether we could enter the top four of the Beiyang League, and now we have come to Nanjing to compete for a place in the top four, but the mood at that time is completely different from the mood now. Now everyone is relaxed, cheerful and full of confidence! ”

"Isn't that because of you?" Gao Yuan laughed, half teasing and half serious.

"Me? Hehe, it depends on everyone, if it weren't for everyone's efforts, if it weren't for Xiang Jie's suicide at the last moment, would we be standing here? Yan Yufeng shook his head and denied it with a sigh.

Gao Yuan didn't speak, just patted Yan Yufeng, then hugged him, and walked towards the gate of the player's entrance passage, where the strong lights could already be seen.

Hopefully this doesn't happen again!

Gao Yuan's heart swept through the slightest uneasiness, and he thought for no reason.

"They're pulling!" A spectator sitting in the stands opposite the entrance of the players' tunnel couldn't help but shout when he saw the entrance of the 12th middle school.

"Come pull pull pull! Look! Oh, the one at the front is No. 15, that's him! A spectator shouted excitedly.

"Shh''''''''h

The south stand suddenly sounded unanimously booed, and it can be seen from the slogans on several banners raised in the stands that this is a supporter of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School! They were neatly dressed in uniform blue and white No. 10 school uniforms, and each of them danced a small blue flag in their hands, turning the entire grandstand on the south side into a sea of blue.

However, looking at the audience, most of the people who came to see the 12th Middle School still accounted for the majority, and after entering the 12th Middle School, many viewers got up to see that this was a group of curious audiences.

Can this team continue to be exciting? Can that No. 15 dunk such a wonderful slam dunk again?

That's what attracts them to the game.

As for whether the 15th can play the level of the last game, let everyone feast their eyes again, this is what every audience who comes to the scene wants to know the most.

For this game, the major media also sent corresponding personnel to report on the scene, and even several teams that are expected to reach the semi-finals have also sent observers to evaluate the strength of the 12th Middle School.

"Hehe, it's not ordinary lively!" A young man wearing a sun hat looked at the reporters on the high ground and on the sidelines, and laughed in a low voice.

"Oh, it's out, hehe, let me see!" The boy saw that the players from the twelfth were already in the room, and leaned his neck forward, looking carefully.

The boy is Lu Di, after talking to the coach at noon, he came to the stadium early, with his own relationship, a good ticket for the first row of the stands has already been obtained, find a place to sit down, and the only thing left is to see the real strength of the twelve!

Looking at the fierce momentum of the night long wind who walked in the forefront, Lu Di raised his eyebrows, and his first opinion on this No. 15 was that he had strong self-confidence.

"What a fighting man!" Lu Di chuckled.

The players of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School have already started to warm up on the field, and Lu Di, a player wearing the No. 7 shirt, knows very well that he has played against him several times before, whether it is a trial or a friendly match, and he feels that he is still good! Feng Xin, the starting small forward of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, is 1.94 meters tall and 3.45 meters tall, with a good bounce. It is characterized by flexible feet and good running awareness, but the body is too thin to only lay the outside line, and the inside line cannot score points at all.

A small forward who can only score from the outside can only be considered half a small forward!

Lu Di has always believed that a good player, no matter where he is on the field, should have a certain scoring ability, and should have a complete set of coping strategies in his heart in the face of opponents with different positions and characteristics!

Lu Diduo glanced at Feng Xin a few times, and felt that he was in good shape today, at least his actions were very relaxed, it seemed that he was not very afraid of this unknown team from Beiyang!

Judging from the newspaper reports, this No. 15, a person named Ye Changfeng, a very strange name, should also be a person who mainly scores from the outside line, and he has an advantage, I don't know what the result of Feng Xin, who has the same characteristics as him, will be when he fights him?

The two teams began to warm up, starting with the warm-up activities of running and shooting, and most of the audience felt bored, and they diverted their attention, or talked with friends, or just looked around while eating the snacks they brought.

But Lu Di concentrated on watching the warm-up activities of the members of the 12th Squadron.

From their warm-up shooting, running basket, and dribbling posture, you can basically see the level of this player, the shooting posture is not standard, the running action is incoherent, and the dribbling is skillful can be used to measure the depth of a player's basic skills.

While talking and laughing with the players, Ye Changfeng picked up a ball, dribbled down very casually, and then took a step to the right, stretched his body lightly, jumped up slightly, and threw the ball out.

"Brush!" Hollow into the basket!

"One more!" Takahara picked up a ball, ran for a while, and suddenly passed to the right of the night wind not far away.

Ye Changfeng looked at the momentum of the ball, shifted his feet two steps, lightly stretched his ape arms, easily caught the ball, and then threw the ball directly without stopping.

"Brush!"

Another hollow!

"Yes, it looks like your hands are hot today!" Takahara laughed.

"Huh!" Night Wind just laughed, then picked up another ball and started running to the basket.

Slowly dribbled the ball, and then took two steps at increasing speed, jumped up lightly on tiptoe, fully unfolded, held the ball to the bottom of the basket, shook his hand, and the ball suddenly picked up, wiped the board, and fell into the net.

Lu Di's eyebrows furrowed.

This No. 15 is really good, whether it is shooting or layup, the posture is very standard, and it makes people feel that there is a beautiful existence. The shooting posture is very standard, and the control is also very good, and the coherent movements of the emergency stop shooting are in place.

"Hey, hey! It seems that today is really not in vain! Lu Di said softly to himself, his tone was very calm, and there was no nervousness at all because of seeing a good player.

Shifting his attention away from the number 15, Lu Di began to observe the other players in the twelve.

That No. 5 also looks good, his height and physique are good, and his basic skills look good, what is his position? With his height, in the high school league, he is already fully qualified as a big forward or small forward, but looking at his movements, he feels like an outside player, and the figure of the No. 10 next to him is also very well-proportioned, and the height is about the same as that of the No. 5, are they playing in the same position?

Lu Di pondered in his heart, and after a few more glances, he felt that it was not.

No. 10's action doesn't feel as good as No. 5, but it's very steady, and the posture of the shot feels like an inside player, is he a big inside?

Lu Di was a little confused, No. 5 and No. 10 were of similar height, but their positions were different, and their characteristics were completely different, Lu Di estimated the position of these two people on the field, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

No. 5 is either a scoring guard or a small forward, while No. 10 should be a power forward.

No. 14 and No. 13 should be about one meter ninety-eight in height, these two people are undoubtedly the material of the center forward in terms of height and movement, and No. 14 should be the main force in terms of physique and technique, while No. 13 looks like a substitute and his skills are also very average. And the shortest one looks nimble, dribbles and shoots well, and appears to be a playmaking guard pitcher. The rest should be substitutes, and the level is very average.

Hey! It seems that there are fewer people.

Lu Di suddenly felt that there was one person missing from the twelve, and immediately sat down on the field, and finally saw a player on the bench doing it.

Because it was a little far away, Lu Di didn't see this person's face clearly, but thought very strangely in his heart: Why didn't this player go on the court to warm up, but sat on the rest seat, and the coach didn't seem to say what he meant, is this an injured player?

After thinking about it, Lu Di probably affirmed the conjecture in his heart, so he turned his gaze elsewhere.

Yan Yufeng sat very comfortably on the chair, the coach's words in the locker room just now reminded him, and he immediately sobered up, since he wants to hide his strength, it is better to start hiding now, maybe now someone in the stands has begun to evaluate our strength, I don't play for a while, I want to see who can see me through.

Yan Yufeng knows very well in his heart that if he is a master, his eyesight must be good, and he can also know his level a little from the actions of others with the ball and shooting, and from another angle, others can also see it from his own actions.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel lucky that the first game was not videotaped, but fortunately, if I don't change my mind, I will definitely be able to see something from the video.

"Toot!"

The referee's whistle woke up Yan Yufeng, who was in deep thought, and when he looked up, it turned out that the game was about to start.

The audience let out a shout, and the students of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School in the south stand shouted even louder, and the atmosphere of the audience suddenly rose, and Lu Di's spirit was also lifted, and after a rough understanding of the level of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, it is now up to them to see their real performance.

It is customary to list the starting line-ups for both sides:

Nanjing No. 10 Middle School

Coach: Zhang Desheng

Center: Ma Jun No. 4

Power forward: Huang Ren No. 6

Small forward: Zhang Dahai No. 10

Scoring guard: Feng Xin No. 7

Organizational defender: Yang Li No. 8

Beiyang No. 12 Middle School

Coach: Wang Xuechao

Center: Han Dazhu No. 14

Power forward: Xiang Jie No. 10

Small forward: Wang Zhiquan No. 6

Shooting guard: Night Wind No. 15

Organizational defender: Zhai Yong No. 7

Jumping the ball in the middle circle, the big pillar touched the basketball first, and Zhai Yong jumped up and grabbed the ball in his hand.

The 12th was the first to get the ball.

Zhai Yong slowly dribbled the ball past half court, glanced at the night wind that was already in place, and opened his hand to pass the ball over.

Ye Changfeng caught the ball sideways, turned around, and got up to shoot. Feng Xin, who was defending him, was not mentally prepared at all, and watched as the No. 15 rashly shot three points.

"Brush!"

Ye Changfeng stretched his arms, turned around and returned to defense.

"Pour!" Gao Yuan, who was sitting on the rest seat, made a fall.

Yan Yufeng shook his head with a smile, it seems that Ye Changfeng's hand is still really hot today!

All the players in Nanjing No. 12 Middle School haven't reacted yet, why was someone shot three points at the beginning, only a few seconds?

Xiang Jie and the others didn't figure it out, but they immediately turned back to defend with instinct.

Zhai Yong lowered his tongue, looked at the night long wind that had been put back in place, and his expression was normal, and he secretly shouted in his heart: It seems that you really want to kill today!

Nanjing No. 10 Middle School attacked, because it was not clear about the opponent's bottom line, the No. 10 Middle School was very cautious in the outside line to guide the ball and run, and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School did not know where the opponent's firepower was, and it was also very stable to discharge the 32 defensive formation to resist.

After a few guided balls, Feng Xin stepped on the three-point line and jumped out under the cover of two players on the side.

Hollow in the ground!

Both sides won the first round.

Lu Di shook his head, Nanjing No. 10 Middle School was still playing this offensive tactic, relying on Feng Xin's excellent shooting on the outside to score. I've been using this set for almost two years now, but it does have its own unique scoring point, relying on two people to cover up, creating a situation where the local number is superior, and then the ball carrier dribbles here and looks for opportunities to score.

If the opponent is also heavily armed with this subordinate, the team can immediately spread left and right, find the opponent's gap to score, or just specify one to two pitchers in a specific position, and after attracting the enemy, immediately pass the ball over and carry out a three-point strategy.

However, this tactic also has its flaws, if the opponent only uses two people to help defend and the heavy player is on the inside, then the rebound is absolutely guaranteed.

You can't score every ball, I'll just let you shoot, just interfere with it at the right time, and then grab the rebound and do the fast break.

That's how it works in nine and ten, let go, how good do you think a high school student will be?

Lu Di smiled, now let's see how Beiyang Twelfth Middle School will deal with it.

After a few trials, Beiyang Twelfth Middle School slowly let go, Ye Changfeng's hand today is really not ordinary hot, the first three shots are all hit, and Xiang Jie began to score the ball after testing the strength of the inner line of the next ten.

In terms of defense, everyone felt uncomfortable with the strange offensive tactics of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, and Feng Xinxin also felt very good, and scored two in the first three shots, and the score was not widened because of the night long wind and hand heat.

Catch the ball, turn around, suddenly accelerate, slam again, and immediately get up and shoot.

"Brush!"

It's still a hollow!

Night Changfeng shook his head vigorously, as if he was marveling at his own hand, and as if he was despising how poor his opponent's defense was against him!

"Toot!"

Zhang Desheng of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School had to call the first timeout.

Whoever calls the first timeout first will have a high probability of losing the game! This theorem has always been popular in the coaching world, and every coach also believes in it, whoever forces the opponent to call the first timeout first means that psychologically, he has won and has the upper hand.

Wang Xuechao had a smile on his face, and he was also surprised by the opening performance of Ye Changfeng, but he didn't expect that under the popularity of many media, the excited Ye Changfeng not only did not go out of order, but became more and more powerful.

It seems that Night Wind is a game-type golfer!

Wang Xuechao smiled, high-fived and encouraged each player who got off the field, and explained his method of cracking the strange tactics of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School to the players.

"Zhai Yong, Wang Zhiquan, the two of you go up to defend and interfere with the shooting of this No. 7, Dazhu and Xiang Jie, you have to defend the basket, don't let the opponent have a chance to rush to grab rebounds, and ensure good rebounds! Long wind, your position is slightly pulled outward, as soon as the opponent shoots, you do not rush to the inside, but to the opponent's half, remember, your task is to break fast!

Also, Dazhu and Xiang Jie will pass to Changfeng as soon as you grab the rebound, and Zhiquan and Zhai Yong will do the second wave of offense and assist Changfeng's fast attack! Do you understand? ”

"Got it!" Everyone thought about it for a while, and immediately understood what the coach meant, and responded in unison.

"Changfeng, wait for the next game, the other party will definitely send someone to stare at him, take out the murderous aura, and teach the people who defend you a hard lesson!" Wang Xuechao didn't have any ideas about Nanjing's defensive strategy, let Ye Changfeng destroy the confidence of the tenth middle school alone!

"Well, we only have to score a few fast breaks, and the opponent will have to change tactics! Alright, let's play! Lads! Give me a second timeout! Wang Xuechao clapped his hands and cheered loudly for everyone.

"Haha!" In the midst of laughter, the five tigers of Beiyang stepped on the court again.

Nanjing No. 10 Middle School will definitely send their defensive titan Zhang Dahai to defend No. 15, this Zhang Dahai, offense is not good, defense is really a set, good physical strength, speed is also good, grasp the center of gravity is very stable, when the ninth and tenth middle hit, he is always to defend me, but his weakness he knows, turn slowly, you can rely on a quick turn to get rid of, if you use skills to go, you have to show a lot of spirit.

Dealing with such an opponent is the test of a real SG!

Thinking of this, Lu Di smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, as Wang Xuechao and Lu Di guessed, as soon as he came on the field, Zhang Dahai stuck to Ye Changfeng like chewing gum.

Night Changfeng made a few feints to get rid of it, but this No. 10 was unmoved, and there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

Ye Changfeng's brows suddenly raised, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Under the large-scale running, Ye Changfeng finally received the ball handed by Zhai Yong almost face-to-face.

Turning around, the No. 10 in front of him immediately bowed down, stretched out his long hands, and shook in the long wind of the night.

"I've met my opponent!" Gao Yuan, who was sitting on the rest seat, frowned.

"Yes! It's up to Changfeng to deal with it! Yan Yufeng still kept smiling, leaning back in the chair and said lightly.

Dribbling the ball quickly with both feet, while the shoulders are constantly shaking slightly, the feet are constantly moving while shuttling through the basketball, and the night long wind is half arched down, giving the 10 in front of him a momentum pressure.

Zhang Dahai adjusted his breathing, his center of gravity was very stable, and he slowly moved back, and kept a distance of about 0.75 meters from the 15th in front of him from beginning to end, which can not only ensure that the opponent changes backwards, but also has enough time to defend, and can threaten the opponent's sudden shot.

And his own eyes have been staring at each other's eyes, using sharp gaze to distract the other party's mind.

For this No. 15 player, Zhang Dahai has not the slightest fear, he has played basketball in Nanjing for so many years, what master has never seen, in large and small games, he has continuously accumulated defensive experience, and his own height and arm length, the advantage of a stable center of gravity has gradually come into play, even in the face of Lu Di, the emperor-level scoring guard of the ninth high school basketball king in Jiangsu, he did not let him take much advantage, if he didn't use the trick of turning quickly every time, he believed, he didn't fold himself.

And this number 15? Hey, that's a piece of cake!

Zhang Dahai sneered, and Ye Changfeng also launched an attack at this moment.

As soon as the foot was wrong, the body suddenly leaned to the left, and the right foot exerted force, and the right hand holding the ball had dribbled to the left side in an instant, and the whole action was very coherent and extremely fast, in the eyes of others, it was just a blink of an eye.

But what about in Zhang Dahai's eyes?

As early as the 15th, when he made a mistake, he already understood the direction of his breakthrough, the center of gravity completely shifted to the right, and his body also moved.

Ye Changfeng suddenly saw a mountain-like figure appear in front of him, he didn't have time to react at all, he had already bumped into it, and almost at the same time as he collided, he felt empty in front of him, and he screamed badly.

"Toot!"

The referee's whistle blew.

At a glance at the gesture, Ye Changfeng couldn't help but hate the ball on the ground.

Hit people with the ball.

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Good guy!" ”

Gao Yuan shook his head helplessly: "It's okay to punish people, it's obvious to hit people!" ”

"This number 10 is a master defender!" Yan Yufeng said slowly, his tone was very calm, so that people couldn't see the nervousness triggered by the obstruction of the long night wind.

"Yes!" Gao Yuan nodded.

"It's exciting!" Yan Yufeng suddenly smiled.

"Beautiful!" Lu Di shouted hello, Zhang Dahai went one step further than before, not only accurately judging the breakthrough direction of No. 15, but also immediately making a deceptive action to the ground.

To be honest, the number 15 is very light, but as soon as you fall to the ground, the referee will definitely sentence him to hit someone.

"Hehe, the show is about to begin!" Lu Di laughed softly.

The game continued.

Although it is said that it is difficult to attack, but in defense, Wang Xuechao's tactics really worked, Feng Xin did not maintain a very high hit rate, under the interference of Zhai Yong and Wang Zhiquan, even the help of two teammates next to him was distracted by it, only one hit in four shots, but was beaten twice in a row by the twelve.

Night Changfeng scored four points in a row with two very simple, but aesthetically pleasing one-handed straight buckles, and let out a vicious breath.

But in the positional battle, Ye Changfeng is in trouble, and the defense of the 10th makes him feel completely powerful and has nowhere to go, and the defense is close

After changing the method a few times, Ye Changfeng still didn't find a good way to break through the No. 10 score, but fortunately, Xiang Jie began to exert his power on the inside, and he succeeded in turning and shooting twice in singles, which did not let Nanjing No. 10 Middle School catch up with the score.

Wang Xuechao's expression began to relax, he didn't expect that there was such a character in Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, who pinched Ye Changfeng to death, and Changfeng seemed to be in a hurry, do you want to replace him and adjust his mentality?

Wang Xuechao thought in his heart.

"Do you think the coach will replace Changfeng, what is your opinion?" Gao Yuan felt that Ye Changfeng's heart was beginning to be unstable, and asked Yan Yufeng next to him for advice.

"Don't change!" Yan Yufeng spit out two words, a very affirmative tone.

"Give me an explanation!" Gao Yuan was stunned.

"The level has only been improved under pressure, if you don't let Ye Changfeng find a countermeasure on his own, how can he go to the next level?" Yan Yufeng said.

"You're right! Hopefully the coach thinks the same as we do! Gao Yuan nodded, agreeing with Yan Yufeng's opinion.

You'll find a solution! I believe in you, Night Wind!

Yan Yufeng said silently in his heart.

After taking a few breaths of air hard, Ye Changfeng once again got the ball and stood in front of No. 10.

In front of him, his expression was still so disdainful, as if to say: Boy, have you thought about me? No way!

Damn it!

Ye Changfeng cursed in his heart, thinking quickly in his mind.

This No. 10 has a very good grasp of the center of gravity, and the parallel movement is also very fast, and the feints can't fool him at all, so how can you get past him?

A flash of light crossed his mind.

Ye Changfeng suddenly passed the ball that he had worked so hard to come, and the ball came back to Zhai Yong's hand, and Zhai Yong couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone on and off the field was stunned.

Is Night Wind going to give up?

After Ye Changfeng passed the ball, he immediately ran to the right, Zhang Dahai fell after Ye Changfeng passed the ball, and immediately chased after him dutifully.

Ye Changfeng stopped his body violently, turned his body, turned his back to Zhang Dahai, held his body with one hand, but raised it high with the other, and waved his hand to Zhai Yong to pass the ball.

The ball immediately came through, and before Zhang Dahai could react, a familiar feeling suddenly came to his heart again.

The front of him was empty, and his waist suddenly felt like someone was dead!

The night wind is gone!

Night Changfeng was almost at the moment of receiving the ball, and the other hand stuck in No. 10's waist suddenly exerted force, his left heel turned, his body spun half of his body like lightning, and with a stride, he immediately threw off the hated No. 10 who had been glued to him for a long time.

Because Nanjing No. 10 Middle School didn't expect that this No. 15 would throw Zhang Dahai, who is known as a defensive expert, away, when they saw the night long wind turn around and thunder and rush into the inner line, everyone just stayed in place and watched this No. 15 take two steps in a row and jump up.

With both feet bent outward, grasping the ball behind his head with both hands, he lifted the basketball and smashed it into the basket in a posture like a hammer hitting iron.

"Bang!"

The basket let out a loud cry and turned oval in pain.

"Drink!"

The night wind fell, and he turned around and roared loudly at Zhang Dahai.

"Yay!" The audience finally saw a wonderful two-handed slam dunk and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

"Beautiful!" Gao Yuan jumped up and shouted with a towel.

A hint of a smile was placed on Yan Yufeng's face.

He really found a solution to the problem, the night is long, and he did a good job!

Lu Di in the stands also clapped his hands, this No. 15 is not simple!

Zhang Dahai felt frustrated in his heart, did this No. 15 also see my weakness? Impossible! In the whole of Nanjing, except for a few people in Lu Di, who knows my weakness?

It's just a coincidence!

Zhang Dahai comforted himself.

"Toot!"

The referee raised his right hand and made a thug gesture, then bent out two more fingers and tapped down a few times.

The score is valid!

"Whew!"

The night wind, who had just gotten up from the ground, couldn't help but roar loudly.

Rewind the clock a few seconds, let's take a look at the wonderful goal of the night wind again! Ye Changfeng faced Zhang Dahai's defense, almost with the same turning action, and left Zhang Dahai behind him again, and the speed suddenly increased to full speed, and he killed the basket without any fear.

Ma Jun, the center of the basket, was stuck behind by Han Dazhu, and could only watch Ye Changfeng score in, and the other players could only helplessly watch Ye Changfeng enter the basket again because of the other players who were defending Beiyang, ready to dunk again.

At this time, Feng Xin, who was on the outside, couldn't tolerate the insult of his basket being raged again, and he was angry with all his strength, threw Wang Zhiquan away, and rushed into the basket.

Feng Xin, who was made up from the outside, jumped high after Ye Changfeng jumped up, and collided with Ye Changfeng diagonally with a very dangerous defensive move. Night Wind suddenly lost his balance in the air, but with his amazing ability to stay in the air, he still staggered the ball into the basket, and he fell to the ground.

Wonderful layup, perfect embodiment of the air!

The audience couldn't help but applaud Ye Changfeng's tenacious and beautiful layup!

After the referee awarded the penalty, he ran to Feng Xin's side and gave a stern warning to his dangerous defensive move just now.

"Brush!"

Ye Changfeng took the ball in very steadily, and then immediately jumped up, roaring again with a fierce expression.

"What a crazy guy!" Lu Di muttered a little unaccustomed to it.

Driven by the arrogant momentum of Ye Changfeng, the murderous spirit of the Twelfth immediately became **, and this already bloody player slammed the dunk three times in Ye Changfeng, which immediately inspired a crazy fighting spirit.

When the whistle blew at the end of the first quarter, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School ended with a smile with an eight-point advantage over the leader.

There was silence in the south stands, and judging by the small flags they waved weakly, they were already depressed.

"It's okay!" Yan Yufeng stood up and handed over a towel to the sweaty night wind.

"It's okay! I fell, but I didn't hurt anything! Ye Changfeng's handsome face smiled heartily and replied.

"Be careful, we can't live without you!" Yan Yufeng also laughed and said half-truthfully.

The night breeze fell, patted Yan Yufeng, and said, "I can't do it without you!" I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do! ”

"Nobody! Don't fight here haha! Gao Yuan hugged the most important person in the team and laughed.

"Haha''''''''!" The three strongest attackers on the team burst out laughing together.

Wang Xuechao was attracted by the laughter of the three people, turned his head to look at the three people, and a wave of emotion rose in his heart.

Each of the three of them has made a great contribution to the Twelve.

The plateau made the 12th Middle School, which was originally a weak brigade, become the top four in Beiyang! However, Yan Yufeng brought the 12th Middle School to Nanjing, and the addition of Ye Changfeng once again enriched the 12th Middle School, so that the 12th Middle School really had the strength to fight against any strong team!

And the three of them, now they are sincerely and happily hugging together, as close as brothers, with them, who will we be afraid of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School?

Wang Xuechao's heart ignited with fierce self-confidence, with such a team, the world is up to me!

Lu Di looked at the score - 23-15.

Beiyang No. 12 Middle School can lead by eight points, and this No. 15 is inseparable, but it is also related to the tactical arrangement of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, if the tenth middle school can better set up the mentality, arrange the correct defensive tactics, and rekindle the fighting spirit, the outcome of this game is still uncertain.

After all, the strength of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School is still good, put aside the covering tactics, and carry out the traditional 122 offensive formation, so that each player can play the level of the formation! And Feng Xin belongs to the slow-burning type, at the beginning of the second quarter, he should start to play, Zhang Dahai can not let No. 15 rely on him, and he has been entangled head-on, and he is still sure of victory.

The second quarter of the game began immediately, as Lu Di expected, Nanjing No. 10 Middle School returned to the traditional joint defense tactics, and the players also regained their fighting spirit, Feng Xin really began to exert power frequently under the slow heat in the first quarter, and immediately chased the score with 2 three-pointers, and Zhang Dahai gave up the tight defense, and controlled the night wind from afar, preferring to let him shoot on the outside and interfere with himself, rather than let him go inside to let the basket go to the basket.

The offense and defense of the twelfth were suddenly tense, and after Ye Changfeng missed two shots, the score suddenly became 27-27.

Nanjing No. 10 Middle School finally tied the score.

The south stand immediately became active again, cheering and shouting Feng Xin I love you, you are good waiting for the flesh but feeling cordial The shouts filled the audience.

Yan Yufeng glanced at the south stand, and his disdainful expression appeared on his face.

"Gao Yuan, you go up, replace Wang Zhiquan!" Wang Xuechao is a little annoyed, how can you be arrogant!

"With the long wind, I will also make more moves and hit another firepower point, I will see who else will be sent to block your gun hole!"

"Got the coach, look at me!" Takahara waved his arms, moved, and walked towards the statistical table.

After a dead ball, Gao Yuan replaced Wang Zhiquan, who was sweating profusely, and the situation of the game suddenly changed.

Ye Changfeng began to give the unsure ball to Gao Yuan, and Gao Yuan used his height to boldly shoot frequently on the outside and inside, and after scoring a few shots, the defensive position of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School suddenly became chaotic.

Zhang Dahai is in a very depressed mood now, and can even be said to be a little pessimistic, the No. 15 in front of him has already given him a headache, and now he has run out of a No. 5, his figure is even taller, and his attack is extraordinary, Feng Xin has no way to take him because he does not have an advantage in height, and he finally caught up with the score, and he suddenly pulled it to 5 points.

"Toot!"

Zhang Desheng, the coach of Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, once again called a timeout in frustration.

"It's hopeless!" Lu Di, who was sitting in the stands, shook his head and said helplessly and surprised.

This No. 5 turned out to be an SG!

He and No. 15 actually played double SG tactics, which is unbelievable! You know, basketball is not the same as football, maybe you send three forwards in a game, I'm afraid you won't be able to score a goal, and on the basketball court, two excellent SGs come up at once, and the attack becomes crazy.

This is like a martial arts master who knows how to fight left and right and can use both hearts, with both left and right hands, using the same fierce attacks in two places, how can you resist it?

If it is the ninth middle school, this can still be stopped, after all, the ninth middle school is a first-class master from the main force to the substitute, and the one-on-one defense will not suffer, but like the middle and strong team that only relies on a few outstanding players to support the façade of the tenth middle school, such an attack is too difficult to prevent!

Alas! I didn't expect the winner to be known so quickly! Lu Di shook his head and sighed regretfully.

Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is really a good team!

Although Lu Di got the exact information this time, he felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

There's no guy I'm looking for here, the number 15 is very good, but if I have to face it, I have at least five ways to beat him, he can only be considered fast, but not fast, his physical fitness is good, but he can't compete with himself.

Am I miscalculated? Am I just delusional?

With these thoughts in mind, Lu Di walked out of the arena.

Some spectators next to him felt strange to this tall, fair-faced teenager, how could he leave the game when it only reached the second quarter!

The outcome has been decided, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, I am waiting for you in the semi-finals!

Lu Di secretly said in his heart.

It's overwhelming

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-8-29

(Preview of the next chapter: The next chapter will start again!) Yan Yufeng will reappear! Please pay attention to - on the sword Qin Huai)

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