Campus Basketball (Part 3)

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Heaven and Hell in the Absolute Realm

Ouyang Shangzhi stood alone near the middle circle, watching Boss Yan stand on the free throw line, ready to throw the second ball, just now, it was precisely because of his own breakthrough with luck that he attracted three players from Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, and then distributed the ball to Yan Yufeng, who happened to enter the inside line, so that the No. 21 must not foul to stop the boss from scoring.

Looking up at the scoreboard again, 83-69, there was still a 14-point gap, and the time was only two minutes.

Ouyang Shangzhi's heart seemed to be burned by fire, sullen.

I remembered the advice of Coach Shang when I was on the field: control the ball, speed up the tempo, add fast, as long as you get the ball, you run, don't care if there are players to keep up with you, your goal is to stuff the ball to the inside line of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Shangzhi, you have to race against time, race against everyone, you have to be clear, now you are the engine of Beiyang 12, and you, now you want to start this engine to the fastest, understand?

Coach, can I do it?

In the past two minutes, Ouyang Shangzhi has run forward desperately, this is the most running in his memory, and it is also the most time in his memory, as long as he wins the rebound, the ball will definitely come to him, and in his eyes, there is only the small inside line of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

The situation has become extremely intense, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School has realized that the other party began a crazy counterattack, not only strengthened the defense, but more importantly, after being beaten out of a 11 to 2 small **, without the slightest panic, but played a 5 to 7 offensive wave, the score gap is still in a stalemate between double digits, and time, but has been passing bit by bit.

Two minutes, 14 points gap, how to face it?

Ouyang Shangzhi has no bottom, Yan Yufeng has no answer, Shang Lin can only face it with expectations, this is a first-line battle related to life and death, Guangzhou won, then it means that in the future, his home field, full of confidence to welcome the arrival of the second game.

Beiyang won, at least, there is a home advantage waiting for them.

This is the first match between each other, and the first time they face each other, and no matter who wins, there is no doubt that the balance of victory will be tilted in favor of the winner.

In the last two minutes, heaven and hell are waiting for both, and who will smile in heaven?

The answer is in two minutes!

Yan Yufeng's hands holding the ball trembled a little, looking at the basket that looked like it was even a little blurry, it was because his physical strength was almost overdrawn, he took a deep breath and prayed secretly: You must go in!

Yan Yufeng prayed in his heart, but not only him, I'm afraid that the entire stadium, tens of thousands of hearts are secretly praying!

Holding up the ball, Yan Yufeng concentrated and pulled the ball out.

"Brush!"

The hearts of the whole audience were relaxed, and then there was an earth-shattering cheer.

83 to 70.

"Man marking!" After Yan Yufeng scored the ball, he immediately yelled, looking for Che Jin's figure.

Gao Yuan and the others, all scattered, immediately pasted the enemy they wanted to defend.

Now, every second counts.

In any case, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School cannot be allowed to score again, and there is no time to waste the 24 seconds of offensive time that belongs to them.

Those times are ours!

Yan Yufeng thought frantically.

In the face of Beiyang's sudden change of formation, the players of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School became a little overwhelmed, either standing there stupidly, or not knowing the so-called aimless struggle to get rid of.

Seeing that the service violation was about to come, Hua Jun hurriedly signaled to Che Jin to call a player to pause.

On the bench of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

The Chinese army is still calmly commanding the next tactical arrangements.

"Wait a minute, Beiyang's defense must be people-to-man, everyone runs, to block and dismantle more, just like we practiced before, several people have to do a trinity of blocking and dismantling, Ah Guang, you run first, then, Lin Yi, you run again, finally, Ah Jin, you run again, Ah Yi blocks for Ah Guang, and Ah Guang goes to block the people chasing Ah Jin, let Ah Jin catch the ball! Do you understand? ”

"Get the ball, you have to drag it, start attacking in the last eight seconds, or Ah Yi will do the blocking and dismantling for Ah Jin, Ah Guang, you pull to the outside line, do the second firepower point!

Ah Zhen, ready to grab rebounds at any time, Ah Yan, you have to go to the bottom line, ready to do a second block for Ah Jin.

Ah Jin, your task will rush in, how to fight yourself to think! No, pass it out, and you must not shoot in the last two seconds!

Clear? Hua Jun shouted again.

The whole team nodded clearly.

"Don't go in, defend on the spot, Ah Yan, show me the No. 23, it's really not good, foul, remember, you can't let the No. 8 and No. 15 get the ball!"

In the last two minutes, cheer me up, and success is in these two minutes! Hua Jun threw away the pen in his hand, clenched his hands into fists, and resolutely ordered.

"Yes!" The whole team roared in unison.

On the bench in Beiyang, Shang Lin anxiously instructed: "People who are optimistic about themselves want to press the other party in their own half, now it's not that you follow him, but you have to suppress him and can't go, dance your hands, like crabs, you want to make Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School completely panic, understand?" ”

Once you get the ball, you have to rush into the opponent's interior as much as possible, and then distribute the ball to anyone you can see! Clear? ”

Ouyang Shangzhi nodded weakly, just a few minutes of running, he had already made himself feel extremely tired in his body.

"You go down on the plateau, Zhai Yong goes up, Zhai Yong, you want to act as the second three-pointer, is it clear? You must not go to the inside line, stand dead outside the three-point line, now! All we want is three points! Shang Lin said viciously.

"Got it! Instructor! Zhai Yong took a few breaths of air, hoping to calm down his beating heart, three points, he must throw a three!

Shang Lin sent Zhai Yong to replace the plateau, it is already a matter of action, Ye Changfeng has been severely guarded by Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School after scoring three points in a row, and it is not an easy thing to make an easy shot, and now, there must be a three-point player on the field!

"Yufeng, your task is to strangle that No. 21, and now the score of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School is completely dependent on him, can you do it?" Shang Lin's eyes were red and he stared at the pale Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyebrows, bit his lip and nodded.

"As soon as you have the opportunity, you rush inside and try to make fouls to get free throws, which is also a good way to shorten the offensive time and close the score gap!" Shang Lin was not at ease, so he told again.

"Alright, let's play! Two minutes to go, and the miracle is in those two minutes! Shang Lin encouraged Yan Yufeng and the others one by one, especially when the night was long, Shang Lin paused, and then slapped him heavily.

"Beat this group of Cantonese people to hell for me!" Shang Lin shouted fiercely.

Zhu Jun stood on the sideline, staring at the court with bright eyes.

In the last two minutes, every penalty will be a devastating blow to one side.

You can't make such a mistake!

Guangzhou served in the first half of the middle school, Wang Zhen, a big man with a height of 2.03 meters, stood on the sidelines, holding the ball high, waiting for the referee's whistle without blinking.

The audience was silent, waiting for Zhu Jun's whistle.

Every ball is crucial now, and now no one's eyes can blink at all.

All the classics are gathered in this short but long two minutes!

Let's remember the score now!

83 to 70!

The whistle finally sounded, and Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School began to run in a seemingly chaotic but orderly manner.

Tian Guang ran to the sideline first, and the night long wind chased hard behind, and standing on the sideline, Gao Yuan, who interfered with Wang Zhen's serve, was also attracted by Tian Guang who was running, turned sideways, and danced his hand desperately.

Tian Guang, who had already run to the edge of the distance, suddenly turned around, ran in the middle of the opposite, and the night long wind, who had lost his target, soon met a blue figure.

It's the 7th!

Lin Yi stood firmly at the three-point line, and his huge body blocked the long night wind.

And Xiang Jie, who was chasing him, reluctantly collided with Ye Changfeng, leaning on No. 7's body, Ye Changfeng's unwilling eyes still stayed on Tian Guang, who was rushing over, and an ominous feeling had risen in his heart.

Sure enough, Tian Guang suddenly stood there, Che Jin happily ran in front of him, and then, Tian Guang was only on one side, and Yan Yufeng's pace of chasing could only stop helplessly.

The ball in Wang Zhen's hand was finally released, Che Jin easily caught the ball, suddenly took a few steps back, looked at Yan Yufeng, who got rid of Tian Guang, and slowly slapped the ball sideways.

A beautiful set-up of serves.

A helpless stoppage.

Shang Lin shook his hand in annoyance, at least twenty seconds would be wasted like this.

Yan Yufeng was not reconciled, and quickly pressed up, while Che Jin just turned his body sleekly, lowered his center of gravity, and bent down to control the basketball in his hand.

It was still a chaotic half, but now it is quiet, everyone stands quietly, waiting for the final attack to come, only the more than 10,000 spectators in the audience with huge boos, venting their disdain for the delaying tactics of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Time passed in a second, Yan Yufeng's eyes didn't blink, staring at Che Jin's body, he knew that the time to attack was coming.

Sure enough, the quiet court suddenly made waves again, Lin Yi of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School rushed out, Yan Yufeng's voice in the audience, he had already felt the change of the other party, turned sideways, and saw Lin Yi's rush with his residual vision, at this time, Che Jin finally moved, turned around, and he began to accelerate towards the three-point line.

Yan Yufeng gritted his steel teeth, twisted his body in a wrong step, and chased horizontally in a straight line.

Lin Yi had already killed, but Yan Yufeng reversed, turned around him, took a step, and chased after Che Jin.

A figure appeared in front of him again, and Yan Yufeng didn't even see who it was, so he hit it hard.

It's over!

This was the last thought that flashed through Yan Yufeng's heart.

Che Jin had already seen the whole situation clearly, and in the face of the translation of the plateau, he suddenly changed direction, flashed over the unsteady plateau, and slanted like a sharp knife, inserting it into the heart of Beiyang.

Xiang Jie rushed in, at this time, he had become desperate, if he let Guangzhou score one more point, the whole situation would become extremely ugly, and the victory would become even more ethereal.

When Xiang Jie came up, Che Jin, who came to a pause, turned sideways again, flashed Xiang Jie's defense, and suddenly got up to support the ball with a very natural movement, and leaned towards the basket that was already in front of his head.

With his hands outstretched, the handsome face of Ye Changfeng, who was flying in the air, suddenly appeared in Che Jin's eyes, and Che Jin even saw the madness that burst out of the eyes of No. 15.

The right hand that had already dragged the ball could no longer reach upward, and Che Jin put together the last bit of strength, twisted his body back, and threw the ball towards the position where Tian Guang vaguely remembered.

Tian Guang stood alone outside the three-point line, in the previous moment, he was like a grass on the ground, no one would notice him, and in the next second, when the ball flew towards him, the whole world changed.

This is a green and blue grass in the desert, his color, his location, suddenly made everyone feel the shock in their hearts.

"Ahh

The audience burst into exclamations, this cry is all made of fear, and whoever listens to it will have a monstrous wave.

Tian Guang made a move, and the ball flew towards the basket like a scythe-like arc like a life-seeking grim reaper.

"Oh my God!" There are even viewers who subconsciously close their eyes, cover their faces and shout.

"Bell!" There was nothing more beautiful than this one, the ball slamming into the basket and exploding high, landing on top of the rebound and down to the side of the court.

"Whew!" At this second, all the people in the audience seemed to have experienced a life and death speed, and when they saw the ball fall off the sideline, they felt their hearts beating up and down violently.

Yan Yufeng happily hugged the ball and kissed it, it was really good luck, in Tian Guang's position just now, that kid had already hit a few three-pointers, in the case of no one to defend, this ball didn't go in, except for the blessing of God, I really can't find any other way to describe Beiyang's luck.

Hua Jun couldn't control his kick on the bench, and it was a pity to miss the opportunity to nail the coffin of Beiyang forever, and the ordeal in Guangzhou was about to begin.

Sure enough, as Hua Jun expected, after making a complicated serve, Beiyang entered the half court of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School at a very fast speed, and Ouyang Shangzhi fully embodied what kind of behavior it is to be a lightning assassin.

Three dribbles, mercury poured into the ground, unhindered rushed into the inner line of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, his figure of less than 1.72 meters tall in the group of giants of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, just like a snake gliding in the lush grass, no one can stop him, no one.

The basketball was in his hands, as if it had become a part of his body, and he had obviously lost control of it, so that the defenders of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School gave up their center of gravity and reached out to take it out, but the basketball returned to his hands at the next moment.

In just three seconds, Ouyang Shangzhi broke through the defense line of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, he inserted diagonally from the left three-point line, and then poked his head out from the right three-second area, and then reflexively, and actually rushed back into the inside line of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Ouyang Shangzhi stepped down quickly and dribbled twice, and his body almost didn't twist, just a direct oblique protrusion, jumping directly to Wang Zhen without any reaction, in front of him now, except for the basket, there was nothing else.

Huang Yan gave up the defense of Ye Changfeng, it should be said that it was Ouyang Shangzhi's rampage, and the scene of making a mess of Guangzhou's inner line made him forget his duty, when he saw Ouyang Shangzhi flash Wang Zhen, he finally made up for it, and now, whether it is two or three points, it will be fatal.

Ouyang Shangzhi jumped up, in a few steps, a large number of deceptive actions had consumed almost all the energy of his small body, and when he saw Tian Guang's complement rushing, a smug smile could clearly be seen in his big black and white eyes.

Finally lured you out, Night Boss, it's up to you now!

Ouyang Shangzhi retracted his hand that was reaching for the basket like lightning, and suddenly when Tian Guang pounced in front of him, he backhanded the ball out from behind.

The ball is straight, very straight, the ball is fast, and almost no one can see it clearly! In such a situation, when he was already jumping in mid-air, Ouyang Shangzhi still passed the ball so well, which was enough to show his amazing hand talent.

Night Changfeng stared at the ball flying towards him, only he knew that at this moment, he was nervous in his heart.

It was as if the whole person was floating, the muscles were trembling, the nerves were twisting and stretching wildly, but the heart, which was unusually clear, stopped beating.

I have to throw in, I have to!

Slightly open his hands, Ye Changfeng caught the ball, raised his head to look at the very distant, but extremely clear basket, Ye Changfeng stretched his body without hesitation, and threw it.

Come in! My God!

At the moment when the ball came out, at the moment when Ye Changfeng caught the ball, more than 10,000 spectators held their breath, and many people even slowly raised their hands and slowly stood up, and their eyes were completely on that person's body, the orange basketball that flew out.

Come in!

It was the heartfelt prayer of the audience, it was the dream murmur that lingered between the lips and could not even be heard by oneself, but if more than 10,000 spectators uttered it like this, it would be an incomparably huge cry!

The night wind fell, holding his right hand high, not even knowing himself, his mind was blank, and he suddenly remembered Qin Lan's gaze before going on the field.

Night Long Wind, you have to understand that you are the best at three points, and no one can compare! Qin Lan stretched out his hand and put it on his hand.

Give you all my faith!

She read softly, and the night wind could clearly see the beautiful ear pinna, as well as the white jade crystal jade neck.

I looked at her like this, this beautiful face that became extremely convinced at this time, just like the devout believer in front of the Buddha, and like the feeling that the soul missed the most.

What a trusting gaze! Even if I didn't do anything for three sections, I still had such trust, and at that moment, Ye Changfeng's heart suddenly calmed down.

As a shooter, there's nothing better than having a calm mind!

Night Changfeng stared blankly at the spinning basketball, when it penetrated the basket and made that crisp sound, his whole body, as if the gasoline was ignited, boom! Burning wildly.

"Ahh Night Wind turned to face the stands and roared loudly, now, nothing could control him!

I'm the best shooter!

On the Beiyang bench, everyone was excited, and on the field, Gao Yuan and others shouted and rushed towards the night long wind, and the most unexpected thing happened, the night long wind broke away from the crowd to celebrate, and rushed to the bench seat of Beiyang frantically.

His target was Qin Lan, who was jumping with great joy.

"Qin Lan! See no, it's my three, my fourth three! Ye Changfeng shouted loudly and childishly, and his face was full of intense happiness.

Looking at the red tide excited face blankly, looking at the wet face, Qin Lan suddenly had an inexplicable impulse and happiness, which had not been seen for a long time, looking at the boy standing in front of him, Qin Lan stretched out his hands, without a trace of hesitation, and hugged him hard.

Ye Changfeng was stunned, but he reacted very quickly and hugged the jade man in his arms, and then took the opportunity to hold Qin Lan and spin around.

Gao Yuan and the others, who had just touched their heads, suddenly burst out laughing.

While everyone on the pitch celebrated this, the reaction of the spectators in the stands was even more indescribable!

"Brush!"

What could be more tearful than that? What else can make this sound more like your youth is flying and burning?

No, it's incomparable, it's eternal joy!

"Yay''''''''''''''''''!"

The shouts that could lift the vault, pierce the walls of the concrete steel without difficulty, and reach the vast sky finally broke out wildly after the ball passed through the Nets.

"Beiyang! Beiyang! Beiyang! The audience stood up and shouted frantically, an impulse, a blood that made them unable to control themselves, the only thing they have to do now is to do their best to do their best to this lovely team that can bring miracles to themselves!

Whoop!

"Beiyang! Boom Boom! Beiyang! Boom Boom! `````````````。 ”

After the audience chanted Beiyang's shout, it was followed by the clapping in unison, which can only appear in the football stadium as a way of cheering, but now, it is very apt here.

A tournament made up of high school students!

"Listen, this is our home turf, listen! They are shouting for our city! Xiang Jie excitedly pointed to the audience who stood up, the surging wave, the deafening shout, and shouted.

Gao Yuan put his hand to his ear and listened to the tsunami-like cry of the landslide!

His tears became extremely hot in this shout!

"Come on! Let's make it all more violent! Yan Yufeng felt his heart beating wildly, and shouted while covering his heart.

There is no adjective to describe such a bloody atmosphere, even if you are a person who doesn't understand basketball and doesn't like basketball, you will be intoxicated, excited, and crazy in the sound of this blazing wave!

Your nerves, your heart, your whole body, are shaking uncontrollably at the scream.

Come on!

This is our home turf, we're going to turn the tables, we're going to win, we're going to take you out of hell!

83 to 73!

One minute and forty-one seconds to go!

There is still a 10-point gap!

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, let's decide to live and die at this moment!

Heaven and Hell Part I

Great Qin Bingbing

2005-4-21

PS: I'm a little excited, I haven't been so excited for a long time, but I hope your heart is beating for it, so please tune in to Heaven and Hell in the Absolute Realm (Part II). Campus Basketball (Part 3)

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Heaven and Hell in the Absolute Realm (Part II)

On the bench of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, accompanied by the shouts of the whole audience like a landslide and tsunami, Hua Jun shouted at his disciples in a calm voice: "What are you doing to eat? How did I teach you before, don't look at the score with your eyes, don't listen to superfluous sounds in your ears, and your hearts can only keep going to score, score again, stomp the opponent under your feet, and keep the whistle at the end of the game?

Kindness? Do you honestly remember my words? Hua Jun stared and asked, now the annoyance in his heart, he couldn't control himself for a long time, and he was about to win, but the team suddenly dropped the chain, so that the opponent who had never had any hope of winning was suddenly resurrected, it was really damn to the extreme!

"Coach, we remember your words!" Tian Guang said a little timidly, if he hadn't prevented the 15th, how could the coach be so angry, and now the coach's expression has never been seen before.

"Remember the, now you're going to show me the score? Listen to the ghost screams of the audience, what a bastard! Hua Jun shook his hand, forced himself to calm down, took a breath, and said as calmly as possible: "Take out your strength, try your best to defend, but the focus is on offense, now as long as you score five more points, five points, Beiyang will be finished!"

Ah Jin, you don't want to defend No. 8, concentrate on offense, now we are not going to defend, but to ensure scoring, scoring, as long as we score five more points, we will not hesitate to waste all the time, we must not let Beiyang turn the tables, this is a shame, but also the biggest blow to our psychology, so, please remember the oath we made together! Hua Jun's eyes burst out with an unprecedented blazing look.

"We are champions! In our hearts, only champions can fill our hungry hearts! Che Jin straightened his chest and said slowly.

"Our goal is the national championship, not who is holding it back, no matter who he is, no matter how difficult it is ahead, remember that we want the championship!" Hua Jun raised his hands and clenched them into fists.

"Get on the field!" Che Jin hissed and stepped into the field with blood-red eyes.

We are champions, and we will not be defeated by anyone!

Yan Yufeng stood there, standing straight there, his eyes staring coldly at his opponent, even if it was the sweat rolling down his forehead, he didn't blink his eyes.

Ping's eyebrows were resolutely twisted together, and his angular lips were pursed, and he quietly waited for the referee to blow the horn for the start of the game.

Two minutes, two more minutes, let's fight to the death, no matter what, I will never let you have the last laugh.

The smile of victory should belong to me!

"Toot ''''''''''''."

A long whistle sounded, and a roar erupted in the audience, Yan Yufeng caught the ball sent by Shangzhi from the sideline, took a deep breath, and slowly ran forward as usual.

The decisive battle has finally begun!

Che Jin stood in front of him, leaned down, stared at his eyes sharply, tore his mouth, and strongly showed his crazy emotions in his eyes.

Hey!

You're crazy, how am I different? Am I afraid of you?

Yan Yufeng sank his center of gravity, accelerated the speed of dribbling, and in front of Che Jin, skillfully dribbling the ball, and the left and right shoulders, and at the same time reacted accordingly, such an action, even if Che Jin is a good player, he can't force the offensive defense, so he can only stand calmly in place and wait for the opponent's further action.

By this time, Yan Yufeng had completely condensed his mind and faced the last two minutes of the battle.

From the ball to the right hand, Yan Yufeng's whole body was also lifted up at the same time, the ball rotated in the right hand, and the hand slowly lifted up from a low place, the whole action became an extremely slow movement in Che Jin's eyes, and he seemed to be infected by this, and all the nervous reactions seemed to become slow and dull.

The left foot suddenly stepped out to the right, and the whole body was also inclined to the right side, Yan Yufeng At this moment, the speed suddenly increased to the highest speed, and he forcibly rushed to the right.

And Che Jin only reacted at this time, but Yan Yufeng had come to his side, as a golfer, this already means that you can't stop him, because, once you still have some action, it is undoubtedly a foul.

"Damn it!" The angry Che Jin showed his demeanor as one of the three masters in the Southern Region at this time, and after losing most of his center of gravity, his body was still embarrassed to turn around, and then he took a big stride, and it was impossible to block Yan Yufeng again.

Yan Yufeng, who was in the middle of the mistake, didn't have time to think about how Che Jin, who was thrown away, stood in front of him again, leaned over and accelerated again, and at this time, Che Jin had already collected his mind and chased after him with standard movements.

Yan Yufeng had already been squeezed to the periphery of the bottom line, knowing that there was no chance, and passed the ball backhand to Ye Changfeng, who came out to respond.

As soon as Ye Changfeng grabbed the ball, Tian Guang was already frantically pressing, and after making a feint, he shook his body and ran to the high-end.

Xiang Jie ran out, ready to cover for Ye Changfeng, but Lin Yi behind him seemed to know what he was going to do, and entangled Xiang Jie closely, and Tian Guang also ran straight in with the fastest route, forcing Ye Changfeng again.

What's worse is that Huang Yan, who gave up defending against Ouyang Shangzhi, also chased after him from the other corner, and Ye Changfeng suddenly found himself in a dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides.

Ye Changfeng did not panic, facing Tian Guang's offensive surname defense, the ball slowly returned under the step, and the person slowly retreated.

Huang Yan chased after him, and the two of them accelerated their defensive efforts at the same time, and they stubbornly guarded Ye Changfeng at a distance of more than one meter from the three-point line.

Yan Yufeng wanted to answer, but he was stuck behind by Che Jin behind him, and time had been wasted, and suddenly Ye Changfeng was about to face an extremely difficult choice.

The ball has to be thrown, but who will?

Only yourself?

Ye Changfeng glanced at the two people in front of him, bowed back to dribble, and suddenly turned his body completely flat, and suddenly rushed to the right horizontally.

"Clip on!" Hua Jun looked at No. 15 who was running in his direction from the sidelines and yelled.

Tian Guang, Huang Yan gritted his teeth and chased after him, time was running out, and if he interfered with him again, the other party would commit a 24-second offensive violation.

The two of them chased each other in parallel, only less than half a body shorter than Ye Changfeng, and Huang Yan chased after him stubbornly, reaching his back.

The whole audience watched this scene blankly, if this goal is not scored, it will inevitably have a heavy impact on the comeback plan!

There is no time!

Ye Changfeng shouted in his heart, the two of them were chasing after him, he couldn't make any shooting preparations at all, and now once he stopped, he would definitely be caught by these two people.

Damn it!

Ye Changfeng roared in his heart, took a step forward with his left foot, and then twisted his foot to step on the floor, with this power, Ye Changfeng was able to offset the habitual surname of the rush, and then his right foot stepped out, kicked the floor, and the whole person jumped up obliquely.

Tian Guang, who was in front of the night long wind, roared, and then jumped up, and stretched out his right hand as much as he could, and now there was now the number 15 in his eyes completely left.

No!

It should be said that it was the red basketball in the hand of No. 15.

The night wind rising in the air jumped obliquely, Tian Guang's roar was in his ears, and the afterglow was his hideous expression, but none of this could affect the peace in the night wind's heart.

As a pitcher, you have to ignore everything, in your eyes, in fact, you don't even need to exist for the basket, all you need is a calm heart.

Hua Jun looked at No. 15 in front of him blankly, although his whole body was oblique, but the flying posture, as well as his calm face from his own angle, Hua Jun's original anxious heart, suddenly boomed, shocked.

Inhale, steady the basketball in your hand, and then gently pull it out.

Ye Changfeng finished all the necessary actions for shooting when he was completely out of balance, and when Tian Guang's whistling hand danced in front of his face, the ball was finally thrown out of his hand.

"Toot!"

"Bell!"

The sharp whistle and the gong that arrived in the 24-second attack time sounded almost at the same time when Tian Guang completely weighed down the night long wind.

Ye Changfeng, who was trying to poke his head out from under Tian Guang's armpit, finally laughed when he saw the spinning ball penetrating the net without any obstruction, and laughed out loud.

No one can stop me!

His tears seemed to flow out, and the night breeze struggled to get up from the dejected Tian Guang, and rushed to his teammates who were running towards him with laughter.

I believe that at this time, the number 15 has deservedly become the protagonist of this game.

Nothing could be more terrible than what he brings.

This is the only thought that Hua Jun can think of now.

With the night wind steadily scoring the ball, the score was suddenly close to the point of reach.

83 to 77.

6 points gap!

There is still one minute and thirty-six seconds left until the race!

The audience was jubilant, and there was no time when everyone could see the dawn of victory appear more than now, as if victory was beckoning to them again, and the excited audience even began to vent their excitement in their own positions with writhing that they didn't even know what they knew.

The audience all stood up, cheering and shouting for the surprise brought by Beiyang and the real basketball game they fully interpreted.

"Beiyang ''''''', Beiyang '''''''''''."

But the sound stopped abruptly before it lasted twenty seconds.

Che Jin stood by the three-point line with a roar, beating his chest frantically with his right hand, and then shouted at the silent spectators in the stands: "Shout, shout!" Be louder! ”

Yan Yufeng didn't seem to have recovered from the scene just now, all of this came too quickly.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School quickly passed the ball five times, came to the hands of Che Jin, who was standing outside the three-point line, he just stepped the ball down and dribbled it back twice, and then suddenly got up and shot, its speed was so fast, and suddenly the surname was so high that Yan Yufeng didn't even give a chance to react.

Even before he had time to stretch out his hand, Che Jin had already made a move.

The ball hollowed into the net, and until now, the hit rate of both sides has increased sharply, which seems to have come too suddenly.

Che Jin, who had no choice, made a rash shot, and when the time was one minute and fourteen seconds, he once again opened the score to a 9-point gap.

86 to 77.

The balance of victory once again cruelly tilted in favor of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, and the audience was dumbfounded.

Lu Didu, who was sitting in the box, shook his head in despair, "How can I '''''', how can Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School still score?" Lu Di muttered trembling and incredulous.

"Don't underestimate this Guangdong legion, and don't despise their champion's heart!" Hu Weidong shook his head and sighed, his eyes flashed with the unprecedentedly powerful opponent in the CBA league.

This battle between the dragon and the tiger is not until the last moment, and it must not be said lightly.

The stands, which had been silent for a moment, suddenly erupted in cheers again, and in the case of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School and the two staring at Ye Changfeng, after Yan Yufeng completely attracted Che Jin and Linyi, the ball passed to Zhai Yong, who had been unknown.

Zhai Yong paused, and without hesitation, he stood outside the three-point line and made a move.

The ball went in, and the whole field was boiling.

Another three points, the desperate heart of Beiyang became excited again.

Zhai Yong, who was at a loss, was so happy that he even had snot coming out, he only knew how to hug Yan Yufeng hard, and shouted excitedly.

It was Yan Yufeng who made a breakthrough again and attracted all the defensive forces of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, so that he could shoot calmly.

Oh, my God!

I really threw it, really yes!

Zhai Yong shouted, but he didn't know that Yan Yufeng, who was being held, was in a more varied mood than him.

None of us gave up, none of us, so I believe that this victory must be mine.

Yan Yufeng thought firmly in his heart, he didn't feel that his tears were about to flow out, all he had in his heart now was excitement.

The excitement brought by this hot-blooded collective may already be regarded as excitement, but a kind of glory, a kind of glory, a great sense of honor brought by a lucky life in this collective.

"Hey! We still have a chance, come on! Takahara is now less of a captain and more of an agitated fan, standing on the sidelines along with his fellow substitutes, waving towels and shouting loudly.

Yan Yufeng gave them a powerful fist in return, and turned to face the frenzied counterattack of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

At the critical juncture of the situation, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School seemed to be stimulated to burst out of the blood in their bones, they did not panic, but calmly and terrifyingly used their own 24 seconds of offensive time perfectly.

When there were only three seconds left in the offensive time, Che Jin caught the pass for the fourth time, this time, he did not pass again, but used the good explosiveness that still existed, suddenly started, and threw Yan Yufeng behind him again, and suddenly stopped his body, so that Yan Yufeng, who was chasing up, pounced in embarrassment again, and in the face of a flashing shooting opportunity, Che Jin got up and jumped up, and shot extremely fast.

"Brush!"

This time, it hit the entire Beiyang's heart again, and even the two people in the box who had fantasies, when they saw this goal, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and their eyes quickly showed a look of despair.

In such a situation, this team is still as calm as ever, it can shoot when it should be shot, and it can be thrown when it should be thrown, and if it goes on like this, it is really like a dream to turn the tables.

88 to 80!

There are still 42 seconds left!

Eight points gap!

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly cooled to the extreme, which is a kind of despair, but it can't be said to be a kind of helplessness.

The tenacity of the opponent was beyond everyone's imagination, and even their head coach Hua Jun showed a smile on his face at this time.

Che Jin, I really didn't misunderstand you, you are definitely qualified to step on the highest level of high school basketball in the country!

Five points have been reached, and it is impossible for Beiyang to turn over again!

Che Jin stood there, proudly accepting the swarm of his teammates, and not far from him, Yan Yufeng just coldly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at the bench.

Shang Lin, who was standing on the sidelines, nodded, and then raised three fingers.

It's time to fight bayonets!

Foul tactics are about to begin!

This is helpless, because this is a desperate fight to let the opponent score first, and then seek a higher level of madness to death, 42 seconds, let the incomparable courage to face the demon of this time!

Shang Lin stood there with his waist crossed, now his mood is already a kind of calmness, when it comes to this, he has two kinds of psychological preparations, if he doesn't win, he will lose, there is nothing to say, 42 seconds, he still has hope.

The ball was released, Zhai Yong rudely hugged Che Jin, Zhu Jun also knew what was going on, and immediately blew the whistle with cooperation, at this time, less than half a second had passed.

Che Jin sneered and glanced at this poor worm, in fact, you came up to foul, but Zhai Yong seemed to see something in the eyes of this No. 21, laughed back, turned around and walked away.

You will never understand the horror of our Beiyang, wait and see!

Che Jin looked at the position where he didn't know how many times he had standed, took a breath, squatted down slightly, and suddenly stretched out, and the ball spun out softly from his hand, and simply entered the net.

89 to 80.

The ball went in again, and although the interference of the whole stadium's wah-wow shouts strongly filled the entire stadium, Che Jin seemed to be deaf and calmly threw the ball.

"Cha Jin is very calm and a talent!" When Hu Weidong saw this scene, he had to praise it.

"He's so much more mature than he was last year!" Lu Di sighed and said helplessly.

"Beiyang is basically hopeless!" Lu Di couldn't help but say something again, his tone was full of unwillingness.

''''''''''''''''', Hu Weidong replied with silence.

The ball was sent out quickly, Ouyang Shangzhi dribbled the ball like a madman, and rushed to the frontcourt, even Tian Guang, who was already engrossed, couldn't stop his pace, but in two seconds, the lightning had already come to the frontcourt.

Not only was he in the front court, Yan Yufeng had also stepped on the middle line, his direction, his purpose, and even Che Jin, who was close to him, was scared.

This is a premonition in the dark, and Che Jin has already felt the tenacity of this No. 8 who has not given up until now.

Shaking his body to the left, Yan Yufeng turned around, quickly shook off the deceived Che Jin, and rushed to the right arc of the three-point line.

Shangzhi didn't hesitate, he didn't even look at Yan Yufeng's correct position, shook his hand, and threw the ball out fiercely.

Yan Yufeng glanced at the flying basketball, as well as Che Jin, who was trying to open his hand to break the ball, frustrated and stopped, stood outside the three-point line, bowed to catch the ball, and then got up and threw it without hesitation.

In his mind, he didn't even think about praying, Yan Yufeng only knew that if he didn't make a move at this time, when would he wait?

The audience who stood up, the sea of hands raised, shouted to their favorite people without reservation.

Yan Yufeng held his head high, looking sideways at the audience on this side and walking back like a jump, his right hand clenched into a fist and beat his chest hard.

Come on! Overlord Gun! I want you to know who's the best SF!

89 to 83.

At this point, only four seconds have passed!

Thirty-eight seconds!

Zhai Yong hugged Che Jin again roughly, and the latter's expression was still disdainful!

The ball was scored again, and Che Jin has always been full of confidence in his free throws, and he has scored 34 goals in a row! This is a terrible free throw shooting percentage, which is why Hua Jun suddenly changed Che Jin, who is SF, to PG.

Seeing his proud protégé steadily put the ball in, Hua Jun's smile was still just piled up on his face, but suddenly it was like a cup of warm water that touched an ice storm, and it was instantly frozen, and what walked in front of that stiff expression was Yan Yufeng's roar to the sky!

Holding his hand high, Yan Yufeng retreated to his own half, glanced at the time, and the No. 8, who burned the atmosphere of the audience to the top, showed a trace of disdain.

91 to 86.

Only three seconds had passed, and that was one second less than the last attack was unbelievable.

"Who is this?" Lu Di asked dreamily.

Hu Weidong shook his head in disbelief, just now Beiyang threw the ball high across the half court directly from the bottom line, and the height of the ball made everyone who saw it suddenly raise their hearts to their throats, but a person wearing No. 8 still caught the ball, and then, in front of the No. 21 who defended him, he threw him away with a dizzying continuous action, and when he caught it, he got up and threw the ball without hesitation.

The place where he got up was also outside the three-point line.

Che Jin straightened his body blankly, everything just now, even now, he hasn't reacted yet, his movements are so fast, he is not so much deceived as having no chance to react at all, just for a moment, Che Jin bet that No. 8 made at least three breakthrough feints in front of him, and his nerves couldn't keep up with the speed of his heart's judgment.

Suddenly, looking at No. 8, which was still as calm as a rock in the distance, Che Jin finally came to his senses.

Now he is the real level.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School called their penultimate timeout, which was what the Chinese army had to shout, 5 points apart, there were still 35 seconds, in the face of this awakened beast, in the face of the suddenly blazing crazy stands, and in the face of the two three-pointers that were even more terrible than the 15th, the heart of the Chinese army had begun to tremble.

This is by no means a three-point shot that can only be shot by long-term training, this is definitely a score that cannot be judged by common sense, this No. 8 has completely exposed his snow-white fangs.

Yan Yufeng stood on the sidelines, listening to Shang Lin's rapid arrangement, but his eyes looked coldly at the bench of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School in the distance, now his calmness, even he felt a little surprised, but now he didn't have time to think about it so much, Yan Yufeng was just thinking about how to use the last thirty-five seconds.

"Let's play, give the ball to Yan Yufeng!" Yan Yufeng only heard the last sentence that Shang Lin said before he came on the field, and when he turned around, what he saw was Shang Lin's slight jaw nodding action.

Yan Yufeng couldn't help but nod his head as well, and then as his teammates stepped into the field, a pair of big hands suddenly hugged him, turned around, and what came into his eyes was the captain's face full of trust.

"Success or not, you are our No. 8 in Beiyang! The best! Gao Yuan paused, and added again.

Yan Yufeng smiled, broke away from the captain's embrace, turned around and stepped into the court.

I'm going to be the god who dominates the stadium!

That's my goal, it's my goal, and I'm going to prove it to you today.

No one can stop me!

It's still a foul, but this time it's Wang Zhiquan, Zhai Yong has already been saddled five times, his mission has been completed, and now, all he has to wait for is to see if his efforts will be rewarded.

Standing on the familiar free throw line again, Che Jin glanced at the red basket, it seemed to be a little blurry in front of him, Che Jin wiped his forehead, trying to polish the sweaty blurred eyes, but this was useless, and his eyes were still so blurry.

His feet seemed to tremble, and Cha Jin gritted his teeth, realizing that his will was beginning to be interfered with by No. 8.

He took a deep breath and tossed the ball out as he always did.

"Bell!"

Che Jin's heart seemed to be whipped by a whip, and his whole body was beaten.

The ball didn't go in!

Hua Jun on the sidelines closed his eyes, and his ears were full of piercing cheers.

Slightly arched his body, repeatedly slapped the ball, Che Jin held the ball, raised his head to look at the basket, and felt his heart beating strongly and uneasily.

Calm down, calm down! Che Jin!

Che Jin ordered himself.

The ball was pulled out and fell to the basket, and Che Jin's raised hand stopped in mid-air, looking at the flipped basketball with great anticipation.

"Bell!"

Cha Jin's expression suddenly became extremely difficult to look at.

Two penalties are not scored!

The audience cheered, and the audience at this time finally gave full play to the huge advantage of 10,000 people, the sea of waving hands, the overwhelming shouts, and the score that made people see more and more hope, step by step the bayonet into the heart of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

At this time, the Chinese army did not have a trace of the calm and smiling coach at the beginning, and he roared and ordered his players how to stand, how to set up the formation, and how to defend the victory in hand.

Holding the ball, it is still Yan Yufeng, the No. 8 who now scares the entire Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, he caught the ball from Ouyang Shangzhi, and stood there without moving, his eyes were cold, quietly looking at the Che Jin in front of him.

In this long-term and arduous and exciting SF absolute field showdown, until this moment, someone finally stood on the upper hand, Che Jin's pace began to become floating, his eyes began to become free and timid, and now his mind is full of what will happen next for this No. 8!

Time has passed, all the players are running, pulling, and attracting according to their coach's arrangement, but only 2 people have not moved their positions, they are like the table eye in the typhoon, the quietest place in the storm, don't pay attention to everyone's running, only the change in that place will make the heart of the whole audience grasp without reservation.

Yan Yufeng finally moved, he still shook his shoulders left and right twice in a row as before, and then accelerated the breakthrough, at this time, the only thing that the two sides have to fight is the will, there is nothing else, the simplest action is the most effective way to attack!

Che Jin was really half a beat slower in his reaction, and Yan Yufeng at this time had already rushed into the three-point line and came to the center of Guangzhou.

Lin Yi and Wang Zhen rushed over and closed the door to the basket tightly.

Yan Yufeng made a move that surprised everyone, he jumped up, pulled it up in mid-air, and the ball was held high in his hand, as if he wanted to forcibly and domineeringly pass over the two people in front of him, and ravage the basket he wanted to protect behind him.

"Whew!"

Some of the audience couldn't control their shouting, and the classic dunk performed by Yan Yufeng in the past suddenly appeared in their minds, and these reveries suddenly made them excited, and they leaned forward to their bodies, staring wide-eyed, watching all this happen.

"Buckle in!" Gao Yuan on the sidelines roared, as if he was now jumping in the air, clutching the basketball, his expression, the bulging green tendons, his flushed face, and his hands clenched unconsciously.

In fact, every one of them is like this now, a game, up to now, has a deep control over their minds, their minds, their everything.

Everything was tightly tied to the boy who was flying in the air.

Yan Yufeng shouted, his right hand holding the ball high suddenly retracted, and when the two people who jumped up in front of him stretched out their hands and pressed them in front of his face, they closed their waists and changed hands.

He grabbed the ball with his left hand, and then stuffed it into the door to the basket that Lin Yi and Wang Zhen called tightly closed.

There was only a gap there, but Yan Yufeng's hand still stuffed it with the ball, and from Wang Zhen's horrified eyes, you could read that all this seemed impossible.

The three of them inevitably collided together, and the whistle sounded sharply, but all this was not over yet, because this was the result that Yan Yufeng wanted to see.

Even if his body had lost his balance, even if his vision was completely blocked, Yan Yufeng still stubbornly moved the ball and moved it in the direction of the basket he felt in the dark.

The ball is in!

Following God's will, he fell into the basket with a bump, Yan Yufeng sat on the ground with his mouth pursed, banging on the floor with one hand, telling everyone in this unique way of celebration that no one can stop me.

The night breeze that rushed over pulled Yan Yufeng's hands up, Yan Yufeng stood up straight, and suddenly fanned his hands to the surging stands, so the shouts in the stands became even stronger, and everyone did their best to yell at their No. 8.

"He's like a king!"

Lu Di sighed lightly, only now, he clearly realized the powerful personal charm of this No. 8, standing on the court, his body, forever emitting a dazzling aura, so that those who like him and follow him are excited and crazy. The blood is boiling.

"Are you still sure that the victory will be on Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School?" Lu Di asked the pensive Hu Weidong.

"Never underestimate Cantonese people!" Hu Weidong suddenly said something, Lu Di looked at him blankly, and the latter smiled.

"When Che Jin falls, someone will always stand up."

"Really?" Lu Di continued to look back on the court suspiciously.

At this time, Yan Yufeng had already scored the ball, 91-89, and there were still thirty seconds left.

Beiyang No. 12 Middle School retreated like a tide, and now, the tactics have changed again, Shang Lin decided that there is no need for foul play again, and he is determined to have a final round of decisive battle with Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School in the last thirty seconds.

Hua Jun's unkempt head shouted out the last timeout of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, it was only two minutes, he seemed to be much older, his eyes were blood-red, his hair was messy, but his mind was still sober, victory, victory, I want to defend my victory!

Hua Jun didn't go to see Che Jin, and now, he knows that Che Jin has been defeated in the hands of No. 8 in today's confrontation, but it doesn't matter, he still has a card in his hand, a trump card that will never come out in the end.

"Go on the court, according to what I just said, play these thirty seconds, don't give Beiyang any more chances, understand?" Hua Jun's eyes burned with the deepest anger.

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On the Beiyang bench, Shang Lin did not have a celebratory smile on his face like the team members, and he still calmly arranged the last defensive and defensive tactical arrangements.

"If you want to carry out half-court man-to-man defense, no one can let go, where he goes, you will follow, whoever is blocked and demolished, you must make up for it immediately, you have to press, you have to expand the defensive area, is it clear to everyone?"

"Understood, Coach!" There was also a hint of celebration in everyone's tone.

Shang Lin frowned, but didn't say anything more, set his eyes on the silent Yan Yufeng, stopped for a while, and then waved his hand and motioned for the team to play.

Shang Lin looked at the players who walked into the field with a cold face, and began to wonder in his heart how to use the last timeout in his hand if he prevented this attack, the opponent had no pause, no matter what, now that the control has reached the palm of his hand, the success or failure depends on this defense.

Tian Guang stood on the sideline of the midfield, holding the basketball in his hand, and looked at Che Jin who was standing on the inside line, and the two glanced at each other, and then immediately staggered.

"Toot!" When the whistle blew, the team members of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School began to run.

Huang Yan broke free of Ye Changfeng's hands, and reflexively ran towards Che Jin from the outer arc, and at the same time, Che Jin also began to struggle with Yan Yufeng to get rid of it.

"Don't let number 21 get the ball!" Shang Lin made his hands into a trumpet shape, put them to his mouth and shouted loudly.

Che Jin's movements became more powerful, Yan Yufeng was not to be outdone, and tried everything possible to entangle Che Jin's escape, at this time, everyone felt who was the main attack direction of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, but when Che Jin was about to get rid of Yan Yufeng's entanglement, a change suddenly appeared!

Huang Yan, who had already run to Che Jin, suddenly turned around, turned sideways like Tian Guang on the sidelines of the field and stretched out his hand.

The ball was decisively sent out from Tian Guang's hand, and Huang Yan, who caught the ball, immediately dribbled to the outside line, and after pulling it to the area near the center line, he stood there and slowly controlled the ball.

Shang Lin shook his hand angrily, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School still sent the ball out, the coach named Hua Jun was really good, this serving tactic killed his first defensive plan at once.

Che Jin finally got rid of Yan Yufeng's entanglement and ran to the outside, as if to catch the ball, behind him, Yan Yufeng persevered to catch up.

Huang Yan approached Che Jin, who was starting to rush towards him, and everything became clear, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School just wanted their core to complete the last attack.

Che Jin's back was getting closer and closer, and his hand was about to touch him, when suddenly, the running Che Jin stopped his body, turned sideways, and made a blocking and dismantling action.

Yan Yufeng's heart suddenly swelled up with a strong sense of unease, a blue shadow flashed in front of him, and in his ears, he heard Xiang Jie's unwilling call behind him.

Who is it?

Who was that guy just now?

Yan Yufeng wanted to see clearly, but Che Jin's body completely blocked his vision, and he struggled to poke his head out to the side, and Yan Yufeng finally saw who that person was.

It's the 7th!

It's this expressionless No. 7 whose face seems to be frozen forever!

He was holding the basketball that had just come from Huang Yan's hand, he just bowed his waist slightly, stood outside the three-point line without hesitation, and pulled out the basketball in his hand.

Yan Yufeng let out a sigh, this is an unwilling shout, because, Yan Yufeng saw that in front of No. 7, there was an open field, no one was going to defend him, Xiang Jie, who was supposed to defend him, was blocked by himself, Yan Yufeng didn't have time to reminisce about all this, Lin Yi had already completed the final blow of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School!

That's it!

"Brush!"

How many times have we heard such a familiar sound from the opening to the present, but no time has it been more violent to our hearts than this one.

Indeed, this is the final blow of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Lin Yi, who has never stood outside the three-point line, and Lin Yi, who has never been outside the three-point line, completed this final blow, and his only three-point shot was also a 100% shooting rate.

Every successful team will have its own Assassin, and maybe everything about this Assassin may be so ordinary and difficult to notice, but in the end you will remember him deeply.

Assassins, it is always at the most critical time that they deliver the most fatal blow to you.

There is no doubt that No. 7 Lin Yi is the ultimate assassin of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

94 to 89.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School left Beiyang No. 12 Middle School and the more than 10,000 hopeful spectators in the audience just a pitiful six seconds.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School leads Beiyang No. 12 Middle School - five points!

Five points!

Five points that are as difficult as the sky!

Heaven and hell are only separated by a thin line, if you grasp it, you will be in heaven, if you miss it, then hell is right in front of your eyes.

Even if it is a foul now, even if it is not scored for two free throws again, then who can chase five points in a row in six seconds?

"It's over! It's over! Lu Di buried his head in despair.

On the field, all the Beiyang players knelt down in amazement, Qin Lan hid his face and cried silently, Wang Xuechao's big mouth, and Shi Guang's hand raised in celebration, everything stopped in this second.

Only Yan Yufeng stood there straight, standing there alone.

It's all over, is it really over?

Yan Yufeng looked up at the flashing scoreboard in confusion, the blood-red score, why didn't he feel it, he didn't feel it at all? What's wrong with me?

Are you going to lose? Is it really going to lose?

Yan Yufeng asked himself again and again, in the silent and already silent atmosphere of the audience.

Wiping the sweat that kept flowing down his face, Yan Yufeng still wanted to raise his head to look at the scoreboard to see how much it was there, but it was a blur in front of him, was that sweat?

Yan Yufeng wiped his face vigorously and looked at it again, but why was it still blurry?

Why? Why can't I see clearly?

Why?

A pair of warm hands suddenly put on Yan Yufeng's shoulders, and then hugged him tightly in his arms, Yan Yufeng looked at him in confusion, and the captain looked at himself calmly, but behind that calmness, there were too many things that Yan Yufeng couldn't see clearly.

"It's okay, we still have a game! Isn't it? Gao Yuan wanted to laugh and show Yan Yufeng, who was already full of tears, but why couldn't he laugh.

"Is there another one? Haven't we lost yet? Yan Yufeng seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be dreaming.

"No, we won't lose!" Gao Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, and his whole body trembled with both hands, bringing Beiyang here, to an unimaginable height, and the boy hugged him tightly.

"We haven't lost, we haven't lost ''''''''." The boy in his arms kept repeating, repeating.

"The Beiyang miracle is finally over!" Hu Weidong slowly stood up, watched the Beiyang players who had no fighting spirit send out the ball, waited for the end of time without any offensive thoughts, and sighed.

"Beiyang is defeated? Defeated? At this time, Lu Di's expression was the same as that of the group of people on the field, with a pale face and no sane expression.

"Defeated! Defeated! Hu Weidong is still sighing, a game that is likely to turn over was ended by this No. 7, it seems that Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School has done a lot for this year's championship.

Shang Lin still has that calm expression, for failure, for Beiyang's failure, he is really calm now.

This is the price that must be paid to continue walking, the glorious honor can only be paved with the price of blood, and next time, Beiyang will never make such a mistake again.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, the battle between us, is only now really beginning.

Shang Lin watched his enemies slowly retreat, they left with a smile on their faces, but what about next time?

There won't be a second chance at the duel!

When the referee Zhu Jun blew the final whistle, the coaches and players of the entire Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School cheered, such cheers did not have a trace of arrogance, it was completely from the heart, and a hard-won victory was stolen from here, which made the people of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, who were under high pressure for two quarters in the second half, the most happy to see.

After hugging his teammates, Che Jin looked back and wanted to look at the strong No. 8, the No. 8 who shocked him, but found that he was snuggled in the arms of his teammates, and was half-dragged and half-hugged by his teammates Walking towards the player's tunnel, looking at his back, Che Jin suddenly became flustered.

He suddenly remembered that at this time last year, he was completely defeated by Shan Yu, and after the team was defeated, he cried in Wang Zhen's arms.

What man doesn't shed tears, but it's not time to be sad.

See you in Guangzhou on the 8th!

Che Jin felt a sad feeling in his heart that he didn't even know about, and this feeling even diluted the joy of victory, and he exhaled a long breath in the sky, secretly saying in his heart.

Absolute Realm (END)

Great Qin Bingbing

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