King of the North Sun (7)

Tang Chaohui stood in front of Yan Yufeng, his eyes staring at him, and suddenly said, "You seem to be very relaxed!" ”

"Really? It looks like you're not easy! Yan Yufeng covered the sweat on his face and fought back.

"Hey, hey!" Tang Chaohui sneered vigorously.

Yan Yufeng looked at Tang Chaohui's blood-red eyes, felt the transformation of his mentality, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "You are really angry!" Although he was secretly happy, Yan Yufeng also understood the more fierce attack that came with Tang Chaohui's madness.

Hold on! Yan Yufeng!

Yan Yufeng pasted it, but was immediately carried back by a powerful side support from Tang Chaohui, Yan Yufeng had already prepared for it, and immediately pasted it again.

The ball swirled from Su Wei's hand, and Tang Chaohui stuck Yan Yufeng and caught the ball with one hand.

Yan Yufeng's breathing became rapid and he was about to start!

Suddenly, he felt that Tang Chaohui's body turned violently, and he stepped back to the side uncontrollably, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Tang Chaohui didn't stop when he received the ball, he made a reasonable big turn, and when he turned around, he had already shot the ball, and after carrying Yan Yufeng behind him, Tang Chaohui accelerated with all his strength, and he had already come to the basket in a few steps.

Damn it! Don't stop me!

Tang Chaohui roared in his heart, relying on his 1.95 meter tall man, he squeezed Li Feng away, jumped with one foot, and grabbed the ball with a heavy buckle.

"Toot!"

The referee raised his hand, and everyone saw that Li Feng was sentenced to a defensive foul, and he even had to be punished.

"Yay'''''

The rest seat of the second middle school suddenly shouted.

"Whew!"

Tang Chaohui stood under the basket and roared loudly.

Yan Yufeng glanced at him breathlessly, then walked up to Xiang Jie's side and said in a low voice: "Be careful, Tang Chaohui is starting to be irrational, tempting him to foul!" ”

"Yes, I see what you mean!" Xiang Jie glanced at Yan Yufeng with an understanding look.

"Huh!" Yan Yufeng laughed, and whispered: "Don't get hurt!" ”

"Well, you are the same, be careful yourself!" Xiang Jie nodded yes and admonished.

"I will!" Yan Yufeng turned around and ran towards the bottom line to catch the bottom line ball sent by Cao Tao.

The game went on and the situation changed a bit.

Under the madness of Tang Chaohui, the soul of the second middle school, every member of the second middle school seemed to be aroused by the captain's momentum.

Fortunately, at this time, the second quarter of the game finally arrived, and after failing to make up for the attack under the two or three baskets, the melodious gong finally sounded.

The score was finally settled at 25-33 in the first half.

"Shh''''''h Li Feng sat down one by one and muttered, "I don't want to move!" ”

And Zhai Yong was so tired that he couldn't even speak, and from that gray face, he could see that he was extremely tired.

Yan Yufeng wiped the sweat on his face, pulled Zhai Yong, who was sitting on the ground, up, and then walked to the rest seat with Li Feng, who was pulled up by Xiang Jie and Cao Tao.

The five tigers sat down tiredly and bitterly, and when they saw the water in front of them, there was no longer any hope to drink.

"I really want to sleep!" Cao Tao lay on his back on the chair and said to himself.

"Who's different!" Li Feng responded.

Yan Yufeng didn't speak, leaned back in the chair, put the wet towel on his face, and quietly adjusted his breathing.

Xiang Jie glanced at Yan Yufeng, followed his example, took a towel, put it on his face, and lay down with his head back, hoping to recover his strength as soon as possible.

"Don't be here, go, go back to the locker room!" Wang Xuechao waved his hand and ordered.

"Coach, I don't want to move, just let me sit here!" Li Feng said with a bitter face.

"It's the rules of the game, half-time has to be in the dressing room!" Wang Xuechao glared at him and said.

Yan Yufeng stood up, hung the towel on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Let's go, go back to the locker room!" ”

No one was complaining, they all got up, picked up their things and walked to the exit tunnel.

Wang Xuechao looked at Gao Yuan with some surprise, and the latter Gao Yuan also spread his hands, although his expression was a little surprised and helpless, but in the depths of his eyes, there was joy.

Yan Yufeng finally became the leader of the Twelfth Middle School in spirit and form.

Wang Xuechao was relieved because when Gao Yuan was injured, someone could finally stand up and take Gao Yuan's place.

The joy of high pressure is because Yan Yufeng has finally matured slowly, and a leader must be convinced not only by his superb football skills, but also by his admirable will.

Yan Yufeng, you have begun to walk on the path I hoped, bless you!

Gao Yuan secretly said in his heart.

In the quiet locker room, only Wang Xuechao's voice sounded, and everyone was resting quietly, all they needed to move now was their ears.

"We played well in the first half, but the second middle school was obviously far superior to us in terms of technical accomplishment and physical fitness, but we didn't lose to them in terms of momentum.

In the next quarter, I decided to implement the 221 formation, Cao Tao, your position is in the ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''. ”

Everyone listened carefully, and the sound of breathing and Wang Xuechao's suppressed voice echoed in the huge locker room.

Xiang Jie glanced at Yan Yufeng, who was leaning against his cabinet, he closed his eyes as if he was asleep, lying there on his back, his face was very calm, but the corners of his mouth trembled slightly from time to time to let him know that he was actually listening carefully to the coach's words.

He's always like that, unhurried.

Xiang Jie thought to himself, and a strange feeling rose.

Is it worship? Can't say it, admiration? It seems like that's what it is.

Alas'''''''!

Xiang Jie sighed, although he didn't understand the complicated feelings in his heart, but he seemed to understand what it was, looking at Yan Yufeng's handsome face, he couldn't help but think of every scene he got along with Yan Yufeng.

This world is so strange, I didn't expect me to despise him so much at that time, but I didn't expect that now, I ''''''''''''''.

Hey!

Maybe that's fate!

Anyway, Yan Yufeng! Our destinies are already mixed, and since this is already the case, let's fight and work together!

"Okay, that's how the tactics are arranged, but it's up to everyone to implement it! I believe that our fighting spirit is still strong, remember our 12th motto: the brave are invincible! Wang Xuechao raised his hand and held it tightly.

"The brave are invincible!" A forest of fists erupted in the locker room.

Even Qin Lan raised his small fist high.

Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, looked at the firm expressions on the faces of each team member, stood up, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The battle is about to start again, we did a good job in the first half, and we have to do better in the second half, come on!" The Power Cup is right in front of our eyes, it's up to us now! ”

"Yay!!!"

All the team members let out a shout, stood up, and walked out.

Standing on the field, he clapped his hands with Mo Feng, who had a gloomy face, and Yan Yufeng said, "The game is about to start again!" ”

"Yes! Keep fighting! A slight smile appeared on Mo Feng's gloomy face, but it only flashed, his eyebrows raised, and he said, "The first half is just a warm-up, and the second half is the real game!" ”

"Oh, really?" Yan Yufeng replied lightly, turned around, and said, "I think I think the same way!" After saying that, he walked towards the team.

Come on!

Mo Feng moved his shoulders and whispered.

As the whistle blew, the second half of the Power Cup began.

The game is still fierce, the second middle school adheres to the overall play tactics of the first half, and makes a ferocious impact on the twelfth middle school at each point, but their soul Tang Chaohui seems to be a little unwilling, as soon as he gets the ball, he begins to defend his Yan Yufeng alone, and Yan Yufeng also relied on his good defense and the help of his teammates, three defenses, only let Tang Chaohui succeed once.

And the other 2 times were seized by the 12th and carried out two beautiful fast attacks.

29 to 35.

The score is closer to 6 points!

Long Dahai was a little irritable, standing on the sidelines and spinning.

Tang Chaohui's abnormality has also seen it himself, and he understands what the reason is for him, but he doesn't think it's a bad thing, and it is a good phenomenon to have a strong desire to win and a high fighting momentum.

But these three attacks made me feel uneasy.

It is recognized that each of the two positions is strong.

There is the best playmaking defender: Su Wei. There is the most talented SG Tang Chaohui in history, and in other positions, he is one of the best in Beiyang, the tallest and strongest center: Fang Tao, the most potential and calm big forward: Mo Feng, and of course, Tong Shan, who is extraordinary in the small forward position.

These five people, which one of them is taken out, will be regarded as a treasure and core by each school, but under their own tactical thinking, they are full of their own strengths, complement each other's shortcomings, and Tang Chaohui, who is excellent in all aspects, is the leader, hugging together, tightly united, and casting the position of the supreme overlord in the second king.

But what about now?

The dragon head seems to be a little uncool, should you replace him?

Long Dahai was a little hesitant, under the stubborn resistance of the twelve, the score has not been opened, and at this time, Tang Chaohui was replaced, what should be the psychological impact of this on other players?

Let's take a look!

Long Dahai didn't dare to make a decision, and finally made the decision to make another observation.

Afterwards, Long Dahai naturally regretted it, because it was his hesitation that he played the wrong move in the first step of the second middle school.

Long Dahai still didn't understand Tang Chaohui's mind and surname, and he didn't understand the power of destruction brought by Yan Yufeng, the number 8.

But there is one person who knows MVP very well.

"Why don't you replace Tang Chaohui and let him calm down! What does Long Dahai eat? Qin Zheng's voice roared in a low voice.

Qin Zheng's anger was for a reason, he knew Tang Chaohui, as early as when Tang Chaohui was 12 years old and just liked basketball, he knew that this boy was too arrogant.

He could not tolerate anyone else who was better than him, and he could not tolerate the contemptuous insults of others.

In Beiyang, he didn't think anyone else would be better than him, but now the No. 8 on the field finally made him a little shaken.

Tang Chaohui is a player who is more and more calm and playful when he has the advantage, and his surname makes him unable to calm down when he is frustrated, but now it seems that in front of this hateful No. 8, the omen of setbacks is not far away.

can't go on like this, he must be calmed down, what are Long Dahai's eyes used for? Hasn't he seen that Tang Chaohui is about to go crazy?

Aren't three thoughtless, tactically untactical, impulsive and fiery heads-up enough to remind him?

can't be like this, it must not be like this, if Tang Chaohui falls, the second middle school will also fall half of the world!

Qin Zheng's forehead began to break out in cold sweat, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he kept moving there irritably, Long Jinhong immediately noticed her husband's abnormality, and asked, "What's wrong?" Uncomfortable? ”

"No, it's just a little too tired to watch, it's okay!" Qin Zheng immediately lied.

Qin Yan turned his head to look at his father, and his father, who was calm and confident, seemed to be very uneasy now, and even sweat began to come out.

What's wrong? Father?

Qin Yan thought worriedly.

"Get the ball!"

Tang Chaohui stared at Su Wei with blood-red eyes.

Su Wei hesitated, but the captain's long-pent-up prestige still allowed him to instinctively pass the ball over.

After Tang Chaohui caught the ball, his spirit suddenly perked up, his body immediately stood up, and he shouted: "Pull away!" ”

The players of the second middle school immediately began to pull locally, and under the balance of power, Zhai Yong and others posted towards the defenders.

Yan Yufeng!

It's up to you!

Xiang Jie stuck Mo Feng, who was pulling to the outside, looked at Yan Yufeng, looked at Yan Yufeng's arched back, and thought prayerfully in his heart.

Mo Feng sighed, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, looked at the captain who was completely in front of him, and sighed.

Not again!

Qin Zheng poked his head and stared at the field with his eyes.

Cao Hui's relaxed face expression also became serious, looking at the field, his eyes flashing.

Come on! I know what you're going to do?

Yan Yufeng looked at Tang Chaohui in front of him defiantly.

You're getting closer to the trap I dug for you! My MVP!

Tang Chaohui carried the ball between his feet, slowly, and it seemed a little careless, but after a battle early yesterday morning, Yan Yufeng understood that this was the prefix for Tang Chaohui to use his famous nirvana.

Hey, you've finally taken out the stuff of the press box again! Tang Chaohui!

The waist flashed, the feet were wrong, the ball had reached the right hand, but it was withdrawn between the shaking, and it was pulled to the left at a very fast speed, and the body suddenly twisted, the right foot turned, the left foot crossed sideways, the whole action was very coherent, and suddenly, Tang Chaohui turned half a circle in the left side of the left in a flash, received the ball with his left hand, kicked the floor with his right foot, and the whole body immediately mentioned full speed, and ran out.

This is exactly the complete step of the dream footsteps, if there is no feeling of fighting in advance, if there is no deliberate three concessions, Yan Yufeng will definitely be deceived.

But what about now?

The truth tells everyone: no trick is invincible, no so-called killer is guaranteed to be able to score!

Yan Yufeng was no longer in front of him, and the empty basket was displayed in front of his eyes, and this refreshing taste made Tang Chaohui can't help but roar.

But soon the cheerful and arrogant scream gave way to a cry of astonishment.

As soon as his hand was empty, the ball was no longer under his control, Tang Chaohui's whole body was cold, and he turned his head to see that the ball was behind him, quietly flicking in place.

How so?

No way!

Yan Yufeng stretched his ape arm lightly, and the moment he caught the ball, he kicked the floor with his right foot, kicked up, and then stepped on his left foot, and suddenly reached full speed, which even Su Wei, who thought he was the fastest accelerating, was ashamed of himself, and immediately stopped chasing after him, because he understood that he would definitely not be able to catch up with this No. 8 now! can only stand in place, Ren watched Yan Yufeng dribble the ball, and one person ran wildly to kill the second basket without one person to defend.

"Yay!"

All the twelve players cheered!

It happened very quickly, almost no one could see how the ball was stolen, and most people even thought that Tang Chaohui had lost the ball himself, but soon they didn't think so.

It feels so good!

Seeing that there was nothing empty in front of him, letting himself run at full speed, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but exclaim, and let out such an exclamation.

Stepping diagonally into the third division from the right side, all those who were familiar with Yan Yufeng widened their eyes, because everyone knew that maybe a wonderful goal that would make them moan again would happen again.

Holding his breath and his eyes widening, this was a facial expression shared by almost everyone.

Grabbing the ball with one hand, taking another step, the red ground in the three-second zone was under the brick shoe of Kobe Bryant's second-generation.

"Whew!"

Yan Yufeng snorted lightly, and after bending his right foot, he kicked the ground with a brush.

The body is spinning in the air, the left hand is attached to the body, the right hand firmly grasps the basketball and gently puts it behind him, sticking it behind his back, the body rises in the air like a javelin, the feet are bent lightly, and the whole person is like a dragon spinning out of the water, flying to the basket.

At this time, the body has just turned around for more than a week, and the one-handed basketball is dancing at this time to pick up a beautiful arc in the air, a perfect circle from top to top!

Yan Yufeng's whole body just formed a side with the basket, turned his head and glanced at the basket on the side, at this moment he just finished a circle with the basketball in his right hand, reaching the highest point, Yan Yufeng shouted, picked up the ball, and then reversed half a small circle, and smashed it into the basket.

"Peng!"

The basket screamed, and the nets swung upwards in unison.

Some stumbled to the ground, in order to avoid his habitual surname, Yan Yufeng sat down, but immediately bounced up again, raised his thumbs up with both hands to the sky, jumped up lightly, and then slammed his right hand, hit his chest, and roared loudly.

After doing this, he finally wanted to make a move, Yan Yufeng opened his arms and laughed to greet his teammates who were rushing over.

"Damn, that's cool!" Gao Yuan threw out the towel in his hand vigorously as if he had a sudden nervous break, and shouted loudly.

Wang Xuechao and Shi Guang still looked at each other and shook their heads, and their eyes were the same.

This guy, why do you always dunk fresh dunks one after another?

None of them have been repeated, Yan Yufeng! How much more do you have left unrevealed?

Qin Lan had already forgotten everything by Yan Yufeng's buckle, holding her chest with both hands, feeling her heart beating rapidly.

There is no one in the world who is more handsome than him!

At this moment, Qin Lan was still Yan Yufeng in addition to Yan Yufeng in his heart.

I will never love anyone but you like you!

Qin Zheng wanted to say something, but he trembled for a moment, and finally muttered a word of admiration or curse, and then covered his chest and pressed his running heart.

In addition to exclamations or exclamations, one person stood up and applauded vigorously, immediately 2, 3 '''''''''''''', in less than ten seconds, the audience stood up like singing the national anthem, and frantically gave his applause without any stinginess to this No. 8 who gave himself unparalleled visual enjoyment!

"He is the future king of Jiangsu, I'm sure!"

Cao Hui gritted his teeth and reassured.

"Good ''''''''''''''' good ''''''''''''' good ball!" The golden mouth spoke several times before the two words came out of the trembling mouth.

"Look'''''''' do you see clearly?" Tiekou shouted loudly to the audience in front of the TV under the microphone.

"It's so beautiful! Unparalleled! Unparalleled! Golden Mouth shook her head vigorously and muttered.

"Let's take a look at the whole process again!" Tiekou waved his hand and asked the editor to switch the scene to a slow-motion playback shot.

At the moment when Tang Chaohui passed Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng's hand gently touched the ball, and then retracted like lightning, just like a poisonous snake spitting apricots!

Then it was an accelerated run, with the ball, to the empty half of the second middle court, turning, spiraling, windmill-like side buckles!

When I saw the camera head on the rebound parallel to Yan Yufeng looking at the basket, the eyes of the lion king like the world, coupled with the beautiful tomahawk-like slam buckle, the whole audience once again let out a cry similar to a moan.

"I'll never forget this dunk! Not in a lifetime! Liu Wei, who had a muna, clutched his camera and swore to himself.

Long Dahai had to applaud this dunk and admire it from the bottom of his heart.

"Remarkable! It's amazing! ”

This is Long Dahai's admiration for Yan Yufeng, even when Tang Chaohui scored 41 points alone, he just rubbed his palms lightly and smiled slightly.

It was the referees who were also conquered, and after a minute's pause, the three referees hurriedly signaled for the game to continue.

The standing audience did not sit down, they continued to shout loudly.

"No. 8, No. 8 '''''''''! mvp，mvp`````````！ ”

The shouts in unison pushed the atmosphere of the Power Arena to a new level.

Yan Yufeng didn't look at Tie Qing's Tang Chaohui, but put his hand to his ear very enjoyingly, turned around, and responded to the shouts of the audience.

Tang Chaohui's eyes were already blood-red, and he was like a crazy bull, his nose was out of breath, and he stared at Yan Yufeng in front of him desperately.

It's just a coincidence, it must be like this.

There's no way he's going to see through my trick that I've been practicing so hard for so long, no way!

The second middle school attacked again, Tang Chaohui opened his hand to ask Su Wei for the ball, Su Wei really hesitated this time, Mo Feng shouted on the inside: "Don't give it to him!" ”

"Give it to me!" Tang Chaohui yelled.

Seeing Su Wei's refusal, Tang Chaohui actually ran over and grabbed the ball in Su Wei's hand.

The audience burst into boos.

After getting the ball, Yan Yufeng was in front of him, Tang Chaohui's potential was exerted to the limit, and his dreamy footsteps were perfectly displayed, shaking his body, stepping forward, closing his body, and changing direction.

When he came to Yan Yufeng's side like a wind, the cold feeling hit him mercilessly.

The ball was not in his hand, he stood in place with his empty hands, and turned to look at it Mu Ran, the ball was still beating where he was standing, but it was immediately in Yan Yufeng's hand.

Striding forward, Yan Yufeng left Tang Chaohui with the huge No. 8 on his back.

The audience resounded with cheers of surprise and disdainful boos.

One is for Yan Yufeng, and the other is for me?

Tang Chaohui raised his head.

Frustration, anger, a surge of blood, a golden light in front of my eyes.

His ears suddenly heard a cheer, and when he turned his head, Xiang Jie just fell from under the basket and hugged Yan Yufeng who came over laughing.

Needless to say, it was naturally an air relay with Xiang Jie after Yan Yufeng's steal.

Looking at Yan Yufeng's laughing expression and the chorus of "MVP" shouts in his ears, Tang Chaohui finally lost his mind.

The collapsed Tang Chaohui!

"The MVP is mine, not yours, you robber, you snatched it away that belonged to me, bastard, you bastard!" Tang Chaohui muttered as if he was talking to himself.

There seems to be a number shaking in front of me.

Tang Chaohui tried hard to see clearly.

Number 8!

The huge number 8.

I suddenly heard Yan Yufeng's hateful laughter in my ears.

In this second, the anger completely exploded.

"Bastard!" It looked as if he had lost his mind, and the handsome face of the depressed Tang Zhaohui suddenly became hideous, his brows were raised high, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were as red as blood.

"Be careful, Yan Yufeng!" Zhai Yong suddenly saw that the expression of Tang Dynasty Hui Muna behind Yan Yufeng changed suddenly, and after shouting, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked at Yan Yufeng, and couldn't help yelling.

Yan Yufeng was stunned, but before he could react, his ass was kicked hard, and he couldn't help but fall forward.

Mo Feng glanced at the captain with a very blank expression on his face, and was signaling that the coach should replace the captain to calm down, when he suddenly saw the captain raise his foot and kick towards Yan Yufeng, he couldn't help but be distracted, and blurted out: "Don't!" ”

What can the crazy Tang Chaohui hear at this moment, after kicking it, it inspired the murderous surname even more, and he quickly stepped forward, and it was another kick.

This time, Yan Yufeng dodged, immediately stood up, and looked at Tang Chaohui in front of him coldly, and his crazy expression told himself that the plan was ok!

Immediately, the whole audience was in chaos, and all the players of the 12th Middle School suddenly rushed over, and Wang Zhiquan, who was super angry, suddenly jumped up from the bench, grabbed the chair behind him and rushed to the field.

Tang Chaohui was later held down by Su Wei and several people, and Mo Feng and Fang Tao also used their hands to block Zhai Yong and others who were questioning forward.

The bench of the second middle school reacted immediately, and all of them went out to enter the field, and several referees were the opponents of these tall players, crowded far away, and could only blow the whistle desperately.

The entire power hall immediately became as noisy as a vegetable market, and the raindrops of mineral water bottles were thrown vigorously on the bench of the second middle school.

Qin Zheng felt that the sky was dark at the same time that Tang Chaohui kicked out.

The most disturbing thing for me finally happened.

Tang Chaohui was finally amused by this No. 8 and lost his mind.

Oh, my God!

Qin Zheng screamed sadly in his heart.

Cao Hui is worthy of being a journalist, and in the chaos, not only did he not mess up, but he became excited, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Liu, call quickly, and order our newspaper people in Beiyang to hurry here!" ”

"Ahh The secretary immediately responded smartly and took out his mobile phone from his arms.

"Damn, your captain is still not human! Damn, you beat our leader! Wang Zhiquan held his chair high and yelled with a fierce face.

Xiang Jie patted Yan Yufeng's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!" Yan Yufeng replied with a somewhat complicated expression.

Although this is a plan that he has already thought of, he didn't expect Tang Chaohui to be detonated by himself like this, I thought he had lost his calm, kept fouling, and punished him for six fouls, but I didn't expect it to be a blatant pk me!

Shaking his head with a wry smile, looking at Tang Chaohui, who was still crazy, his deformed face, Yan Yufeng turned around and said softly: "The door of the champion is already half open!" ”

"That's right!" Xiang Jie glanced at Tang Chaohui, who was pressed to the ground by his teammates, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"I thought he was a character, but I didn't expect him to be such rubbish!"

"Maybe the title of MVP hurt him! Ai '''''''' ignore him, let's concentrate on the game and call Zhai Yong and them back! Yan Yufeng shook his head and said calmly.

"Yes, I know!" Xiang Jie nodded and pulled his angry teammates.

Looking up at Qin Lan, who was standing on the sidelines with a nervous face, Yan Yufeng raised his hand with a smile and signaled that he was fine.

Qin Lan, who was not far away, let out a reassuring smile, such a bright smile.

Yan Yufeng froze, and a feeling of electricity brushed from this side of his heart to that side, numb!

An indescribable taste immediately came to mind.

She seemed to care about me.

Such a thought flashed through Yan Yufeng's mind, but in the game, the responsibility made him not think about him immediately, showed a slight smile, raised his hand again, turned around and walked away.

Qin Lan looked at Yan Yufeng, who turned around with a smile, and his whole body was like an electric shock, and he couldn't move at all.

He smiled at me!

Yes, that's right, yes! Handsome smile!

Qin Lan thought excitedly, a feeling of wanting to sing and dance immediately swept through her body, but she still barely held back.

It's a step forward, no small progress!

Qin Lan thought excitedly.

The scene has been controlled, the referee did not hesitate at all, a technical foul, and directly put Tang Chaohui on the field.

Long Dahai gasped, when he saw Tang Chaohui alone under the security guard, led out of the field, and the scolding in the stands and the flying mineral water bottles, he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, his body shook a few times, and he fell backwards.

"The sea, what are you doing!" The partner behind him, Huang Fei, was sharp-eyed and quick-handed, and immediately helped Long Dahai up.

"Pause, long pause! Hurry'''! Long Dahai gasped and shouted.

"Toot!"

The referee immediately blew the whistle for a timeout, and immediately the audience burst into boos.

It is very obvious that the audience has completely fallen to the twelve.

In the huge power gymnasium, none of the 9,000 spectators supported the king of the past!

Tang Chaohui created the second middle school of the king, and also destroyed him with one kick.

Success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He.

Mo Feng was standing there, not moving.

The thing that I was most afraid of finally appeared, and most of the second middle school suddenly fell, closing his eyes, Mo Feng let out a breath.

People are depressed, but their hearts are slowly burning hot.

Looking at the relaxed and cheerful expression of the twelve, Mo Feng showed a slight sneer.

Don't be too complacent, there's still me in the second middle school.

I don't think you'll let it go!

Yan Yufeng!

Our contest is finally about to begin without any hiatus.

Looking up at the huge light on the ceiling, Mo Feng secretly felt a fateful existence.

When the third quarter of the game was halfway through, when the score had been pulled to 34-35, a change was issued, and with the punishment of Tang Chaohui, the soul of the second middle school, Mo Feng, who was pinned on by Long Dahai as the new soul and leader of the second middle school in the future, began to be angry!

In such a difficult and dangerous situation, Mo Feng bravely stood at the forefront to meet the challenge of the 12th Middle School led by Yan Yufeng with high morale and momentum.

This pair of friends who met in Huyun are finally going to face each other!

It's exciting!

For the following, stay tuned - King of the North Sun (8)

King of the North Sun (7)

Great Qin Bingbing

2004-8-1

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