Campus Basketball (Part 3)

Invincible Brave (4)

"5 to 2, I won!" Lu Di wiped the beads of sweat on his face and said with a smile.

Di Zhen looked at the basketball that was still rolling on the ground in silence, and couldn't believe that this was the truth.

In the past six years, he has practiced his skills hard, in life, basketball is all he has, in the third year of junior high school, he has swept all the courts in the entire Nanjing District, I didn't expect to just step into the ninth middle school today, just selected for the basketball team of the ninth middle school, and lost so badly.

With a hand on his shoulder, Di Zhen followed his hand to see Lu Di's smiling face.

"You're very good, you can score 2 goals for me, it's very good!"

"Who are you?" Di Zhen suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Hello, my name is Lu Di, and I am the captain of the basketball team of No. 9 Middle School!" Lu Di stretched out his hand and shook it at Di Zhen.

"You ''''''''', are you Lu Di?" Rao was still stunned at how calm Di Zhen was.

"Welcome, Di Zhen!" Lu Di was still smiling.

The smiling teenager in front of him is known as the number one SG in Jiangsu, a member of the CBA strong team Jiangsu Nangang Youth Team, the MVP of the Jiangsu District of the National Nike Cup for two years, and Lu Di, who was selected as the best team in the South Region.

"Hello!" Di Zhen could feel Lu Di's sincerity and joy at his arrival, and his admiration for the number one SG in Jiangsu Province was concealed, Di Zhen finally put aside his indifference and said sincerely.

"You are very strong, both in speed and technique, otherwise I would not recommend you to the coach to come to Jiuzhong, hehe!" Lu Di saw that the indifferent boy in front of him was somewhat relieved, and said happily.

"You recommended me?" Di Zhen was shocked.

Originally, he reported to Nanjing No. 10 Middle School, but somehow, the notice of No. 9 Middle School was put on the table at home, with questions and surprises, Di Zhen came to No. 9 Middle School, and as soon as he arrived at No. 9 Middle School, he told him that you had been selected for the school team, all of which made Di Zhen really incomprehensible and understandable, but now, he finally understood.

"As early as half a year ago, I paid attention to you, I believe in my judgment, you will become the leader of the new generation of Ninth Middle School, hehe, so, I introduced you to Coach Summer, I hope you don't mind." Lu Di's voice rang in his ears.

"Am I the leader of the new generation of No. 9 Middle School?" Di Zhen was surprised again.

"That's right, I'm a junior in high school this year, after playing this high school league, I'm going to college, after I'm gone, I hope you can train to become a new generation of ace SG in this year's competition, do you have confidence?"

"Why are you so sure and believe in me?" Di Zhen was still in shock.

"Believe me, and believe in you, let your self-confidence become your eyes, become your strongest weapon, lead the Ninth Middle School, and continue to be strong." Lu Di's eyes flashed with a blazing light, which touched Di Zhen and became Di Zhen's greatest courage.

Di Zhen tilted his head and looked deeply at the captain who was sitting there, with a smile of belief on his face, Di Zhen turned his head, looked at the 15th who was on guard and full of provocation in front of him, and said in his heart: Captain, I will not let you down.

Here I am, number 15.

Di Zhen's toes suddenly poked up, and his whole body arched like a cheetah, full of breathtaking strength and beauty.

"Whew!" Ye Changfeng's body pressed down even more, his hands spread, and he already felt that the No. 4 in front of him would go all out in this duel.

"Tu Na?" Night Changfeng asked in his heart.

Don't hesitate, don't think about what kind of breakthrough move to use before this, you just need to come in front of your opponent and release your powerful explosive power instantly, that's the most important thing.

The duel between the masters exists between this breath and breath!

Di shook, the right hand holding the ball, the left shoulder was tilted, the feet were wrong, the left foot lightning stepped out, and the tip of the right foot that protruded instantly broke out, this second, the wind was his darling.

In the blink of an eye, Di Zhen was already in the left shoulder of the night wind, and his whole body was parallel to the night wind, "Wow! Di Zhen let out a shout, like a cheetah that had been lurking for a long time, and after activating, he rushed into the inner line of the twelfth middle school at full speed.

The half court was too small, not to mention the three-point line area, under Di Zhen's terrifying explosiveness, everyone didn't react at all, including the teammates in the ninth middle school.

"Huh!" Lu Di, who had always been calm, blurted out an exclamation and stood up at the same time.

Bounced, stretched, twisted in the air, and held the basketball high in his right hand, Di Zhen ended the showdown with a very pleasing master layup.

The ball silently passed through the net and landed on the ground, thudging and flicking.

Night Changfeng turned around and looked at the basketball with fixed eyes.

The basketball was caught, and Gao Yuan stood on the bottom line expressionlessly and sent the ball out.

Yan Yufeng glanced at the eyes of the night wind, which was so deep that others couldn't see what was hidden.

Ye Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hands and slid towards Zhai Yong, who had just gotten the ball, but the ball was immediately passed to Ye Changfeng's hand.

Stroking the unique friction on the surface of the basketball, Ye Changfeng let out a long sigh of relief, a smile bloomed on his face, waved his hand, signaled his teammates to move forward, and then slowly dribbled towards the ninth half, where Di Zhen was waiting for him.

It's up to you!

Yan Yufeng said silently.

Ye Changfeng took the ball to Di Zhen's face, steadied his pace, and glanced at Di Zhen coldly, just when everyone thought that he would single Di Zhen and avenge the arrow just now, Ye Changfeng went to pass the ball to the plateau that ran to the bottom line on this side.

"Shh There was a chorus of boos from the audience.

But the matter is not over, after Ye Changfeng finished passing the ball, he barely stopped, his body flashed, and he forcibly rushed into the inner line, Di Zhenleng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instinctively pasted it.

"Ball!" The night wind shouted.

Gao Yuan shook his head, suddenly understood, shook his hand, and passed the ball diagonally from the side of the river fish defending him.

Jiang Yu knew that something was wrong, but Gao Yuan had just received the ball, and he immediately passed it out, and he didn't have time to react at all, so he could only instinctively look back.

What came into his eyes was the graceful movements of Ye Changfeng catching the ball, twisting, sliding, and layups, as well as the helpless probe of his always arrogant teammate Di Zhen.

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle, first bent his fingers and made a downward movement, and then pointed at Di Zhen to make a gesture of beating, and turned to face the statistics table.

"Beautiful!" Wang Xuechao stood up and couldn't help shouting.

Ye Changfeng pointed to the plateau expressionlessly and stretched out his thumb.

Gao Yuan smiled and stretched his thumb back, and the two met in a spark of confidence.

Yan Yufeng sat down slowly and exhaled deeply.

It turns out that the feeling of being an audience is so good! Yan Yufeng looked up at the ceiling full of lights, and his heart was relaxed.

Ye Changfeng was really reborn under pressure, Yan Yufeng dared to conclude that the current state of Ye Changfeng was more perfect than any time, although he was already exhausted in physical strength, but what could this be?

Night Wind, you've finally learned how to race!

"Brush!" Ye Changfeng simply threw the ball in, turned around and ran back, and a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Coward, you have the ability to be single with me!" ”

Ye Changfeng turned around coldly, and looked at the angry Di Zhen with a childlike gaze as if he was looking backwards.

"How old are you?" Throwing off a cold sentence, Ye Changfeng turned around and ran towards his own half again.

"You're '''''''!" Di Zhen was so choked by the words of the night wind that he couldn't speak.

Lu Di frowned, he has been playing for nearly four years, and he knows very well in his heart that when a player loses his mind in the game, no matter how superb his ball skills are, it will be useless.

"Coach, Di Zhen '''''''''." Lu Di opened his mouth to say to Xia, but was interrupted by Xia Xia with a wave of his hand.

"I know, you should trust Di Zhen, since you recommended him, you should trust him more than me!" Summer said lightly.

"Got it!" Lu Di nodded and replied.

"Good shot!" The audience suddenly burst into cheers, and Lu Di immediately looked up.

Di Zhen's face was excited, he shouted loudly at the night wind, and then ran back with his teammates arrogantly.

"Well done!" The coach's voice sounded next to him, Lu Di's heart also perked, and he comforted himself and thought: Maybe under such a confrontation, Di Zhen will also break through himself like No. 15 and enter a new realm.

"Long Wind!" Yan Yufeng took advantage of Zhai Yong's serve and shouted to Ye Changfeng on the sidelines.

"What?" The night breeze ran over and asked as he wiped the sweat from his head.

"That No. 4 is already a little abnormal, continue to tease him!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with wisdom.

A long-lost smile appeared on Ye Changfeng's face, shook his head, stretched out his hand and slapped his palm with Yan Yufeng, and said lightly: "Look at it!" ”

"Time is running out for the second quarter, and he can't be reminded of him, understand?" Yan Yufeng continued.

"No problem!" The night wind turned and ran towards the ninth half.

In the west van, Hu Weidong was still silent.

Obviously, the No. 15 has broken out, and more and more people know how to play, this is a bad omen, in the case that the No. 8 has not yet played, he can already bite the nine alone, although the nine is still leading, but from the first quarter lead of 11 points to now only 5 points ahead, everyone knows that this small team from Beiyang began to break out as a whole.

The shouts of the audience were still loud and enthusiastic, although Jiuzhong still maintained a strong offensive, Hu Weidong felt a chill in his back.

But there is another thing that reassures me, that is, Lu Di, whom he values, is not playing, once he plays, the attack power of Jiuzhong will increase exponentially, yes, that's right!

The situation in the ninth middle school is still very good, it will not lose, it will not lose!

Di Zhen's heart became more and more angry, he could feel the hateful hands of No. 15 pushing on him, although he also understood that this was just a reasonable defensive move, but seeing the disdain on No. 15's face and the look of ridicule contained in his eyes, Di Zhen couldn't tolerate it.

Whenever he got the ball, the No. 15 would immediately cling to him, using all dirty means to defend him, until he passed the ball helplessly.

What a shame!

Di Zhen had never been so angry as he was today, he really wanted to punch this No. 15 hard, but reason told him that he was in a game now, but the anger was like a suppressed volcano, and it became more and more difficult to restrain it.

As soon as No. 15 gets the ball, he immediately chooses to pass the ball, and then runs widely, leading himself to run around him, and looking back at himself from time to time, that look is like looking at a dog.

Calm down, calm down!

Di Zhen kept telling himself, but he became more and more irritable, as if there was only one thought left in his mind, that is: to singled him out.

Summer's brows furrowed more and more, and he naturally saw Di Zhen's increasingly irritated expression, and as the core of the team's offense now, opportunities had flowed out of his hands several times.

Should he be replaced?

Summer is asking herself.

"Pass! What are you doing? Yang Huo suddenly roared on the field.

Di Zhen shook his head and looked at Yang Huo, whose face was full of iron.

Yang Huo was also a fire in his heart, and he got stuck in the position several times, but he was ignored and wasted by Di Zhen, and blindly entangled with the No. 15, what is this?

Nine Middle School is not your one-man basketball team!

Summer frowned, glanced at the time card, and there was only a little more than a minute and thirty seconds left before the second quarter was over.

"Pause!" Summer made a decisive decision.

"Toot!" The referee's whistle surprised everyone in the audience, including everyone up and down Beiyang Twelfth Middle School.

"How shrewd!" Yan Yufeng smiled helplessly, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Ye Changfeng turn around and show a wry smile to himself.

Several people on the plateau returned to the rest seat sweating, and Wang Xuechao greeted them one by one, and said encouragingly: "Everyone did a good job, come, sit down and rest!" ”

Qin Lan ran over with a full bottle of mineral water in her arms, and handed it over one by one.

Ye Changfeng nodded and said thank you to Qin Lan, sat next to Yan Yufeng, and took a big mouthful.

"Congratulations!" Yan Yufeng's first sentence was this.

Ye Changfeng wiped the water marks from the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed with happiness, and he said in a low voice: "I finally understand what basketball is?" Haha, happy, I had a great time today! ”

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Avoid its sharpness, and promote its strength." ”

The night breeze was stunned, looked at Yan Yufeng in a daze, and suddenly sighed: "This is how I comprehended!" You're amazing. ”

"No, I also realized it in the game, and it was only when I was fighting for the championship and runner-up with the second middle school that I really understood how to play the right game!" Yan Yufeng said lightly.

"There is pressure to be motivated, haha, it's just a pity!" Ye Changfeng laughed heartily, and suddenly sighed again.

"It's a pity that No. 4 didn't take the bait, did he?" Yan Yufeng said.

"Well, the coach of the ninth middle school is really powerful, as soon as he saw that it was abnormal, he immediately called a timeout, I think, he will definitely not play later!" Night Long Wind analyzed.

"It should be like this, but it's good to save someone from losing unwillingly!" Yan Yufeng said coldly.

"Do you still have faith?" The night wind was surprised again.

"There has never been a time when you have more confidence than now!" Yan Yufeng said lightly.

"I don't understand!" Night Changfeng thought for a moment and said.

"It's tough, but it's the kind of game that's the one that makes the heart move, and how can we improve if we don't have strong opponents? In fact, I was very conflicted just now, I was afraid that you would get the No. 4 down, and I didn't want to do it very much, but when I thought of the victory, I understood that the No. 4 was gone, and the hope of victory was one more point. Haha, but don't think about it that way now, the thrill of going all out is what we really want to pursue. Yan Yufeng paused, looked sideways at the contemplative Ye Changfeng, and said, "Isn't it?" ”

The night was long and the wind shook, and in the face of Yan Yufeng's blazing gaze, a surge of excitement suddenly surged in my heart, what else do I want with such a teammate? No regrets in this life!

"Let's fight to the death with Jiuzhong in the second half!" Yan Yufeng said quietly.

"How are you feeling right now?" Ye Changfeng asked uneasily.

"The difficult times have passed, we have survived, and now it's time for the Ninth Middle School to taste the bitterness!" Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a kind of light, it was a calm cold light, it was the anger of a male lion who had licked his wounds and looked at the enemy.

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle to signal that the timeout had arrived.

The two immediately looked sideways at the personnel of Jiuzhong on the field, and sure enough, Di Zhen did not play, and Yang Huo did not play, except for the familiar center Chang Meng, the others were all fresh faces, it seems that Jiuzhong was not ready to launch a new offensive in the last tens of seconds.

"Savvy!" The night long wind said.

"Yes, the coach of the ninth middle school really didn't blow it out!" Yan Yufeng sighed, knowing very well that in this short period of time, Jiuzhong would definitely adjust his psychological state immediately, and wait until the third quarter to relaunch a sharp attack and expand the lead.

But what about understanding?

The twelfth middle school can only be described by the word "spelling" now, even if it is a substitute, it is also very powerful, and it is very fortunate to be able to maintain such a score gap.

Wang Xuechao also reacted immediately, and immediately sent a full bench lineup, hoping to squeeze out a little more time and let all the main forces have a good rest.

Yan Yufeng poked his head to look at the plateau, he was lowering his head, breathing desperately, he slapped the plateau with his hand, and said, "It's okay!" ”

Gao Yuan's pale face barely squeezed out a smile, and said, "Just rest!" ”

"Well, we still have time to rest, it's halftime soon!" Yan Yufeng comforted Gao Yuan, glanced at Xiang Jie and the others, they were all tired, and sighed in their hearts, knowing that the madness of this second quarter had really consumed too much of their physical strength.

The game passed without danger, and soon, the whistle sounded in the second quarter, Yan Yufeng stood up, looked up at the scoreboard, and breathed a sigh of relief, the second quarter finally passed, and the unimaginable second quarter was really over.

Seventh!

Although he was hit by a shot from nine to extend the lead to seven points, after all, the second quarter, which was unimaginable in the first quarter, was over.

The corners of Yan Yufeng's face bloomed with a smile that could not be conspicuous, it was time for me to play.

Back in the locker room, Wang Xuechao didn't say much, just ordered everyone to talk less and rest more, for the tactical arrangement, Wang Xuechao looked very guilty, and could only say: I hope everyone can maintain the spirit and competitive level in the second quarter, and more small cooperation between regions, and hope that in the third quarter, they can bite the points tightly.

Yan Yufeng suddenly stood up, looked at the tired teammates, and said, "I have an idea, I hope the coach can accept it." ”

Wang Xuechao paused, but he knew very well that the young man in front of him had always been resourceful, so he nodded and said, "Yufeng, say it!" ”

"In the third quarter, I just need to recover as much as possible on the night long wind, Gao Yuan, Xiang Jie, Dazhu, Zhai Yong, and wait until the fourth quarter, we will get together again and fight together in the ninth middle school!" Yan Yufeng said very calmly, but the words he said in a calm tone stunned the entire locker room.

"Then how can it be done, if it is true that we are consumed, and you are consumed in the third quarter, then it will not be a loss!" Gao Yuan immediately thought of Yan Yufeng's original intention after this idea, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, and stood up and objected.

Yan Yufeng shook his head with a smile and said, "Believe me, I know how to maintain my strength just like Night Changfeng!" Is that right? Long wind! With that, he turned his head to look at the night wind.

Ye Changfeng nodded his head amusedly, and said: "At the beginning of the second quarter, I, like everyone else, was crazy about depleting my physical energy, but when I reached the halfway point, I already slowly knew how to control my physical energy consumption. ”

Looking at everyone who didn't quite understand, Yan Yufeng shrugged his shoulders and said: "Actually, let's make it clear to ourselves, we don't know where to start, we can only say that Changfeng and I both know what to do and what not to do, and try our best to avoid unnecessary physical consumption." I think Lu Di, the core of the Ninth Middle School, also understands. ”

Gao Yuan was silent, everyone could see the explosion of the second half of the night wind, he was the one who scored the most in the second quarter, but his current expression told him that his physical strength was far superior to his own.

What kind of strange logic is this?

Gao Yuan couldn't understand, but he only knew one thing, Yan Yufeng and Ye Changfeng's understanding of basketball had been separated from everyone, and they were no longer people in the same grade.

"I really can't understand you two monsters, since that's the case, then let's sit on the sidelines and watch you perform!" Gao Yuan shook his head and sat down with a smile, with a calm face.

Zhai Yong glanced at Ye Changfeng, as if he also understood something, sighed, but then became happy again, and said, "Okay, let's watch the wonderful performance of the two of you!" ”

"I think Yufeng's idea is feasible, we can rest, and we can also maintain the psychological pressure on Jiuzhong, so that they don't dare to go all out, in this way, I think, the victory and defeat will definitely be able to get out of the fourth quarter, at that time, we will work together to have a decisive battle with Jiuzhong!" Xiang Jie thought about it for a while and said his opinion.

"Yes, that's right, like we can play properly, make fouls on some must-scorers, and suppress the attacks of the bottom nine!" Long Guang said suddenly.

Yan Yufeng took a deep look at Long Guang, he has been silently making a substitute, and now, he is still working hard to make his own contribution to the team, and he can't help but be greatly moved, and said: "Yes, we are ten people in Beiyang Twelve Middle School, each of us is a member of the team, and they all have a credit for victory, the game has passed two quarters, and we have learned the three-plate axe of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, and now it's time for us to shoot!" As he spoke, he turned to look at Wang Xuechao and said calmly: "Coach, it's time to make a decision!" ”

Wang Xuechao and Shi Guang glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's helplessness and surprise, this group of children, they have learned how to compete, they are brave and strategic, there are advances and retreats, think about it before, how dare they have their own ideas, it is completely obedient to the coach's meaning, play according to the coach's plan, how can they think about anything else.

Wang Xuechao nodded and said, "Okay, let's decide like this!" You, Changfeng, plus Cao Tao, Zhiquan, and Longguang are the main force in the third quarter, and everything depends on you! ”

Yan Yufeng smiled, stretched out his hand, clenched his fists, and said, "I promise, the third quarter will be very exciting!" ”

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In another locker room in the arena, the calm voice of summer resounded in the room.

"I don't want to say much about the performance in the second quarter, all I can say is that I'm disappointed!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly subdued and was depressed.

Summer glanced at the whole team, and suddenly said, "Di Zhen! ”

"Yes, Coach!" Di Zhen stood up and lowered his head.

"Yang Huo!" Summer shouted again.

"In!" Yang Huo also stood up with his head in his hands.

"What are you doing on the field? Say it yourself! "Summer said coldly.

Di Zhen and Yang Huo glanced at each other, then turned their heads to look at the ground, not daring to speak.

Lu Di's mouth opened a little, but he still couldn't hold back.

"Okay, you're starting to fight in the game, do you still think you're a member of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School?" Summer raised his pitch by eight decibels and roared.

"Do you have anything to say?" Summer's voice lowered, and her face darkened.

Di Zhen, who was in high spirits on the field, and Yang Huo and Yang Huo were now like a little mouse, shrinking their heads and bowing their heads there, but they didn't expect that the summer, which has always been called Confucian and handsome, would have such a big liver fire.

"No more words, okay! Then I said, in the face of such a team of Yu Nan, you have only led by seven points until now, are you worthy of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School? is worthy of the audience's shouting: the hegemon is nine, invincible in the world. These eight big words? Kindness? With no fighting spirit at all, what do you say is the difference between you and a bad team? What a hegemon nine, it's all fart! The more Xia spoke, the more angry he became, his face was so hideous, and even Lu Di closed his mouth several times in succession.

"In the third quarter, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School will definitely fight back, and everyone present should be very clear in their hearts. Whoever does it will go up, and whoever can't will go down, no matter who it is! Give me a spirit point on the field, play with momentum, and see what you look like? Get rid of a group of nephews! "Summer is still a lesson.

"Coach, I think the opponent's No. 8 should be on the court in the third quarter, and I hope I can stop him!" Lu Di finally spoke.

Xia turned his head to look at Lu Di, his eyes became softened, he nodded and said: "That No. 8 is very good, he has rested for a quarter, I think, his physical strength has been replenished, in the third quarter, it is time for him to play, Lu Di, it's up to you!" ”

"Understood, Coach!" Lu Di nodded and reassured.

"Okay, now I'm going to talk about the tactical arrangement for the third quarter, and according to the opponent's defense in the second quarter, we should ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''."

The atmosphere in the south bread room is also the same as the locker room of No. 9 Middle School, a little dull, Xu Qiang looked at a sports weekly newspaper in his hand boredly, Jiang Bo was holding his mobile phone and sending some text messages, and Hu Weidong, as before, leaned over there, pondering.

"Lao Hu, it seems that today's game is a bit difficult to play!" After Jiang Bo finished sending the text message, he saw that the atmosphere was also a little dull, and said.

"That's what a great game looks like, if we can see the ending clearly now, then what's the point of watching the game?" Hu Weidong replied lightly.

"That's right, but I didn't expect Jiuzhong to hit this scene, it's unimaginable!" Xu Qiang sighed.

"This team from Beiyang, the surname is really full of tenacity, ordinary people's words, they would have given up a long time ago, but I didn't expect that the soldiers made a dangerous move, and they survived in the absence of No. 8, and now it's good, the third quarter has become the time for them to fight against Jiuzhong!" With a surprised tone, Jiang Bo made the strategic intention of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School in the second section clear in a few words.

"The third quarter, the third quarter, if we still show a little level in the summer, I'm afraid we will all be disappointed!" Xu Qiang said.

Hu Weidong glanced at Xu Qiang, shook his head, and said: "The coach's factor is one of the victories, but the key is still with the player's own play. ”

Jiang Bo glared at Hu Weidong in surprise and said, "In my opinion, the strength of the players in the ninth middle school is the best in Jiangsu, how can there be unscrupulous soldiers?" ”

Hu Weidong shook his head again and explained: "There is a big element in the high school competition, that is, instability, after all, this is a group of children, if you play well, it will be smooth sailing, and if you don't play well, you will lose outrageously."

If the 12th Middle School continues to be tenacious, and the 8th can lead the 9th Middle School to a greater counterattack, it will not be surprising that the 9th Middle School will be defeated!

No matter how good the coach is, when he really hits this role, there is a sentence that can be described: the defeat is like a mountain, and it can't be stopped! ”

The box was suddenly silenced by Hu Weidong's words.

Jiang Bo and Xu Qiang glanced at each other and felt that it was impossible, so Jiang Bo said: "This may be too small, I can't think of a reason why Jiuzhong will lose, besides, there is also the existence of your favorite Lu Di, don't you often say that Lu Di is born to be a leader?"

Leaders will not let their troops retreat! ”

Hu Weidong had a smile on his face and said: "I'm just saying an assumption, in fact, I don't think it's possible, the key is to see how Lu Di and No. 8 fight in the third quarter, whoever wins, the balance of victory will fall to whom."

I'm looking forward to it, who will win? As he spoke, Hu Weidong's eyes looked at the court, his eyes full of expectation.

Two equally outstanding teenagers are going to face off against each other!

Who will be the one to have the last laugh?

At this moment, Jiang Bo and Xu Qiang couldn't help but set their eyes on the court, is the upcoming third quarter really as Lao Hu said?

Is the decisive battle in the third quarter?

In the west van room, Chen Dingjun and Cao Hui were talking happily.

"Dongzi is right, it seems that in the third quarter, the game will become more and more exciting!" Chen Dingjun laughed and said, "Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was able to withstand the attack of No. 9 Middle School, and did not lose hope of victory in the second quarter, which really surprised him.

"It's good luck that the twelfth middle school can come down!" Cao Hui didn't want to praise his old opponent Zhang Dong more, so he reluctantly responded.

Zhang Dong shook his head with a smile and said: "I think that in the third quarter, the main forces of both sides will all appear on the stage and do their best to play a passionate game, and the No. 8 of the twelfth and Lu Di, the soul of the ninth, will be knocked together again!" ”

"That's right, it should be so, the third quarter is very critical, if the ninth middle school is still like now, maintaining such a score, it already means failure, if the twelfth middle school does not bite the ninth middle school, pull down the double-digit gap into the last quarter, I think, the balance of victory will completely fall on the body of Nanjing nine middle school, so, this section, is really critical!" Zhang Dong analyzed the upcoming third quarter of the Dragon and Tiger battle.

"Whether Yan Yufeng can win the duel with Lu Di is the key in the third quarter, he can't do it, the twelfth middle school still can't do it, in the third quarter, whether Yan Yufeng is on the stage or not, Lu Di has to play, the attack power of the ninth middle school will increase exponentially, and the situation in the twelfth middle school is still not good!" After Zhang Dong finished speaking, Cao Hui immediately expressed his so-called key views on the third verse.

"Win or lose, it's a duel between the two in the third quarter!" After Chen Dingjun listened to the words of the two friends, his face darkened again.

In the second quarter, the-for-tat between No. 15 and No. 4 was exciting, but what about the duel between Yan Yufeng and Lu Di in the third quarter? King Confrontation! When Zhang Dong said this, he couldn't help but sigh, everyone could see that he was excited and sighed.

"King confrontation, ha, I haven't seen such a wonderful game for a long time, and I didn't expect it to be in a high school student's game, I really can't think of it, I can't think of it!" Chen Dingjun was also smiling and sighing.

China's basketball, China's glory, is in this group of children!

Chen Dingjun firmly believes, and he also believes that every viewer after watching this game will believe in this way.

Cao Hui also set his eyes on the empty court, although it was empty now, he knew very well in his heart what would happen here in a few minutes.

Maybe history is going to be changed here.

A new miracle will be born.

Yan Yufeng, looking forward to your return!

The brave and invincible king return

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-10-10

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