Campus Basketball (Part 3)

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Awakening of the Absolute Realm! Beiyang!

Stick to your beliefs, be resolute in your struggle, and tell everyone that the strongest person is you!

"I'm the strongest!"

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes, leaned down, supported his knees, and slowly read this sentence.

The numbness from his knees had spread to his entire body, and the muscles of his whole body were as if they had been soaked in the sea all day, wilting, and Yan Yufeng's whole person was tired and weak! And the most terrible thing is that this feeling swallows up the fighting spirit in my heart little by little.

Yan Yufeng opened his eyes again, looking at the scoreboard, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

76 to 51!!

25 points! There are 6 minutes left to end the whole game!

At the end of the third quarter, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School did not have a main force, and it bit the defeated and retreated Beiyang, and played a small ** of 7 to 45, which opened the score to a huge gap of 65 to 45.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Yan Yufeng tried his best, and as soon as he opened, he scored 4 points alone, plus Xiang Jie's 2 points, and suddenly once again brought the score closer to 65-51, but before the audience who saw the dawn began to cheer, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School suddenly exerted its strength again, and under the leadership of Che Jin, he scored three three-pointers and created two free throw opportunities, and once again drove the score to 76-51.

When Che Jin raised his right hand to shoot the basket in high spirits and slowly fell back, the audience was dumbfounded, and even Hu Lu and the two in the box felt hopeless to win, and the remaining game time had become garbage time.

Yan Yufeng fell to the ground miserably, the force just now had consumed almost all of his reserve physical energy, and now he is just relying on his previous fighting spirit to persevere, and no one is more tired than him.

Looking at the high-spirited team members' faces like ashes or blank expressions, Yan Yufeng already felt that the general trend had gone!

A whistle sounded, and Shang Lin reluctantly asked for a pause.

On the Beiyang rest seat, just like the deathly breathless atmosphere of the audience, it was depressed and dull, and only the big gasps of breath could let people know that this was a group of living people.

"Sit down and take a break!" Shang Lin said lightly.

The players were stunned, and they thought they would be severely scolded, but they didn't expect the coach to be so calm.

Shang Lin glanced at everyone, flipped through the technical statistics sheet in his hand, and said to himself while looking at it: "Fighting like this, I have nothing to say, if it would be useful to scold you, if it would be useful to use the beautiful victories in the past to motivate you, if it is still useful, I have already said it." ”

The whole team listened in silence.

'You underestimated the explosiveness of your opponent and they took advantage of our shortcomings, so there's nothing surprising about the scoreline, there are six minutes left and everything can follow your performance.' Shang Lin continued.

"How did we perform?" Yan Yufeng first heard the smell and raised his head in surprise.

The rest of the team members also slowly raised their heads, if it was still possible to win this game, it would be great, is there any trick that the coach has not used?

Looking at everyone's performance, Shang Lin was expressionless, lowered his head and continued to look at the statistics: "In 2002, in a regular season Lakers vs. Mavericks, who were ranked first in the league at the time, the Lakers trailed by 31 points in the first three quarters, and until there were only 7 minutes left in the game, they were still 28 points behind the Mavericks.

In 2003, in the playoffs, the Celtics faced the New Jersey Nets in the Eastern Conference finals, trailing by 25 points in the final quarter, and finally completed a 94-90 comeback.

If you don't have any impression of these, then let's talk about the most recently, the Rockets vs. the Spurs, who trailed by 11 points in the last minute, and until the last 35 seconds, the Rockets still did not give up, and their core Maddy did not give up. In just 35 seconds, four three-pointers changed the impossible!

How can a great team, or a team on its way to greatness, prove that it is great?

The championship ring is a good proof, but if the team is still strong in the face of terrible games in the game, never give up, no matter how bad the situation is, they are still full of fighting spirit to win the game that ordinary people think is impossible, this team has already begun to move towards greatness!

The reason why I stayed in Beiyang is because I see the shadow of greatness in you.

In this world, there is nothing more surprising than a miracle like resurrection, let's go on the field and give a good miracle to the audience who have been disappointed for three sessions! Shang Lin waved his hand, and then sat down quietly alone.

Standing on the court, the five of them looked at each other, feeling the flickering sparks in each other's eyes.

We're not done, we're going to create a miracle!

"Come on! Let's create another miracle! "Takahara stretched out his hand.

"What's 25 points?" Xiang Jie muttered loudly.

"I won't let you down again! I promise! Ye Changfeng's expression was unusually calm, and he also stretched out his hand and put it on Gao Yuan and Xiang Jie's hands.

"Come on!" Yan Yufeng was the last to stretch out his hand and clasp all their hopes together.

"Whew!" For the first time, the audience erupted in an exclamation.

It was an exclamation that had to be made, and after the usual simple three guided balls, the ball flew from the bottom right arc to the hand of the night long wind, who had just reached the left 45-degree angle.

And Ye Changfeng didn't have a trace of hesitation, he opened his hand and threw it, and his shot was so fast that even Tian Guang, who came to defend, almost didn't realize that No. 15 had already shot.

The ball quickly drew a beautiful arc and went directly into the net, and the crisp speed and arc had to make the audience scream.

Night Wind kissed his hands, silently celebrating his second score.

76 to 54.

Look, there will be a third, a fourth, I promise, until we win! Ye Changfeng looked coldly at No. 33 with a surprised expression on his face, and read secretly.

"Give them back!" Che Jin waved his hand and encouraged, although the No. 15 threw another one, but the game is almost over, and it will only make people laugh when you come now.

The ball was passed in again, but the inside line of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School suddenly became chaotic, and the three of them worked hard to move their defensive positions, and they used a lot of back and forth running and extremely disturbing hands to make Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School's tried and tested internal and external joint bombing very unsmooth.

Hua Jun's eyebrows raised, and frowned back, this kind of defense is very physically demanding, even more rigorous than people marking, this is the best defense method for the opponent to respond to inside and outside, but this can't last a few minutes, not to mention ''''''', Hua Jun turned his mind around, there are still a few minutes left in the game, how can such a method also be a countermeasure, leading so much, why does Beiyang not seem to have given up?

Hua Jun chuckled without deep thought, won a victory away, and the next game will be much easier.

"Yay''''''''." The audience suddenly raised a shout, which completely interrupted Hua Jun's thoughts, and when he looked up, Hua Jun couldn't help but be stunned.

Beiyang three arrows fired together, taking advantage of the attack of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, quickly launched a fast attack, Yan Yufeng's main knife flashed from the right side of the rest seat of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School, the wind blew on the face of the Chinese army, for a while, a strange thought appeared in the mind of the Chinese army, this No. 8, why is there such a good physical strength now?

The shouts of the whole stadium were shouting, the retreating ones were struggling to stop, and the attackers were sprinting harder, and suddenly, in a short distance of more than ten meters, five players from Beiyang and Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School demonstrated the whole situation fiercely.

There is only the No. 8 left in Che Jin's eyes, and he is gradually approaching him, this ball, I won't let you score again! I gritted my teeth and swore to myself.

Yan Yufeng had already begun to take three steps, he didn't even have any hesitation or fear, even if the familiar breathing sound behind him had already sounded in his ears, he still took a firm step.

Che Jin began to consciously slow down his speed, while calculating the pace of No. 8, while adjusting his rhythm, he decided to give this stubborn and persevering No. 8 a big lesson.

It's all covered with coffin boards, and you still want to climb out! Cha Jin thought hatefully.

Yan Yufeng finally jumped up, and he felt the reaction of the powerful opponent behind him.

You jumped too!

Che Jin's nerves reacted at a high level, and a moment after jumping on the 8th, he exerted force on his feet and jumped up.

Che Jin was well aware of the No. 8's ability to stay in the air, so he wisely chose to slow down and jump again to make up for this gap.

Although this is a gap that has to be admitted, Che Jin can still calm down and choose countermeasures.

It's impossible for an excellent SF to be without a brain!

The basket is in front of him, and Che Jin's hand has reached out in front of him, and the ball is already in his waist, not in his hand, because Che Jin behind him is completely side-covered, not interference from behind.

This is an excellent defensive position, and even Cha Jin admires his nervous high reaction just now.

The two continued to approach the basket directly in the air as one, and a goal suddenly became extremely difficult!

Damn it! Do you think you'll be able to stop me like that?

Yan Yufeng bit his steel teeth, and the ball placed on his waist was raised high and powerful in front of him by both hands, and the hand on the side poked over powerfully, and even pressed on the ball.

No one could see the physical movements of the two of them, but everyone watched the process in a daze.

Miracles are made from small miracles! Che Jin, do you understand?

Yan Yufeng's hands holding the basketball high suddenly shrank down again, and the body that rushed forward seemed to pause in the air, which seemed to be a helpless blocking action to avoid the opponent, but only the person concerned could feel the mystery.

Such a situation is impossible, Che Jin only felt that the ball was gone, and he had lost all the defensive value of No. 8, this feeling was like attacking with all his strength, but suddenly losing the target, which made his heart empty and uncomfortable.

The only consolation is that under his own interference, No. 8 has lost the last chance to make a layup, because I don't know why, he has completely pressed on the opponent's body, and the foul seems to be inevitable, but at least this ball will not go in!

This was the only thought that flashed in Che Jin's heart at the moment, but Yan Yufeng didn't think like this, perhaps, he had never thought about it like this.

With his amazing surname in the air, Yan Yufeng once again felt his ability to control the basketball, and the feeling of taking a sharp breath and then pausing his waist just now had given him a chance.

Although this opportunity was only fleeting, Yan Yufeng firmly believed that he could do it.

He couldn't see the position of the basket anymore, he had already rushed over the rebound, and felt the disappearance of that hand, Yan Yufeng poked out the basketball in front of his chest again, changed from his right hand to his left hand, and hooked up with his backhand by feeling, and his body also forcibly twisted back, so as to give the last trace of strength to this layup.

Zhu Jun, the referee who had already rushed to the vicinity, had already put the whistle in his mouth, looked at the entangled teenagers, and stared without blinking.

From this point of view, it is the best position to watch this goal, the referee always has a keen sense of position, and Zhu Jun is one of the best.

Zhu Jun watched the black No. 8 boy retract from the basketball poking out, poking out again, changing hands and hooking away, with years of experience in punishing, he had to let out a heartfelt exclamation.

With a vicious eye, he naturally knew that this was completely due to the excellent physical fitness of No. 8 to achieve a difficult move, and he could still make such an amazing move under a close-fitting block, so that he almost forgot his own responsibilities and looked at the defensive moves of No. 21 again.

The basketball moves vertically from the bottom left side of the basket, and then after touching the rebound, it suddenly changes direction and falls backwards to the basket.

After a few stumbles on the orange basket, it finally fell, and the score was rewritten again: 76-56!

Yan Yufeng, who fell, hugged Che Jin, who also fell, and then stretched out his head to look at the basket, and when he saw the ball falling from the net, his heart in his throat finally let go.

Gao Yuan ran over, pulled Yan Yufeng up with both hands, looked at Che Jin, who was also standing up slowly, and snorted heavily.

The referee didn't blow this obviously foul defensive action, which undoubtedly annoyed Beiyang, who had fallen behind by many points, and even Zhu Jun felt that it was a misjudgment caused by his own slowness.

You can't blame me for this, if you want to blame it, it's the 8th's performance is so good!

Zhu Jun thought self-deprecatingly.

Che Jin was also pulled up by his teammates, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and Che Jin didn't know what he was laughing at.

Maybe it's a helpless smile!

Number 8, can't I really guard against you?

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School attacked.

It's still the same style of play, but the pass has become more cautious, Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School patiently guides the ball, they would rather waste an offensive opportunity than let Beiyang easily have extra time to launch another attack.

The current opponent seems to have a lot of fighting spirit, which is not a good sign.

Hua Jun shouted a few times on the sidelines, asking the players to stabilize their positions and be patient.

24 seconds passed quickly, and after Che Jin blocked and dismantled in a flat position, he hurriedly shot, the ball smashed the rebound and fell, and Beiyang was controlled again.

Xiang Jie took out the ball and ran forward quickly, because not only he knew, but the whole team knew that what they had to do now was not only to fight with the opponent to defend, but also to race against time.

There are not many more minutes left, and there are almost five minutes left in the game.

At a glance, the night wind and the plateau have been plugged in, but they have only just stepped through the middle circle, and at this time, Xiang Jie misses the speed of Shangzhi.

With him, it would be better, but then he sobered up, Shangzhi's defense is really poor, and Beiyang's defense itself is very poor, if Shangzhi plays again, it will be simply self-destruction.

The ball has been passed out, Gao Yuan took the ball and rushed in, with his height, Gao Yuan did not have a reason to fight the opponent, attracted by Gao Yuan's forced breakthrough, the defensive lineup of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School had to compress the silk inward, which gave the night Changfeng who followed later.

"Captain!" Ye Changfeng stood outside the mid-to-high-end three-point line and shouted.

The plateau can no longer rush forward, and when I hear the sound of the long night wind, I turn around and spread it out.

After hearing No. 15's shout, Tian Guang already felt that something was going to happen, so he turned around and rushed towards No. 15.

When the ball arrived, Tian Guang also arrived, Ye Changfeng got up to raise the ball, and Tian Guang, who did not hesitate, suddenly jumped up, he didn't want to let No. 15 have another chance to shoot.

No. 15 didn't really jump up as Tian Guang expected, and after Tian Guang realized that he had been deceived, Ye Changfeng just dribbled the ball a little, avoided himself, and then naturally jumped up.

That aura, that back made Tian Guang think that he was looking at the wrong person, which is still the No. 15 of the three-section sick cat, and the confidence of the shot, as if he was like a captain, was full of confidence.

The ball landed crisply, another hollow.

76-59, Beiyang chased another three points.

After scoring, Ye Changfeng slowly retreated back in the cheers of the audience, and there was no expression of excitement on his face.

I'm going to make up for all my mistakes, it's not enough, I'm going to work harder!

Yan Yufeng ran over from the other side, came to the front of Ye Changfeng, and then hugged him in his arms with a strong hug.

Ye Changfeng didn't speak, and Yan Yufeng didn't open his mouth except for this hug.

Looking at the eyes of the night wind, there, flickering, is exactly the feeling that he is familiar with.

Yan Yufeng let go of his hand, then punched him hard, turned around and left.

Ye Changfeng covered his aching chest, but a smile suddenly bloomed on his face.

You don't need to chew on what this smile represents, because it only comes back to you after victory.

After a ball that broke out of the sideline, Beiyang suddenly made a substitution.

Ouyang Shangzhi stood on the sidelines, and then pointed at Han Dazhu and signaled.

Da Zhu fell, but he still walked off the field immediately, and in the surprise of the audience, Ouyang Shangzhi walked into the field again.

What is the mission of his arrival this time?

Hua Jun really couldn't figure out what the mysterious coach was thinking at first, haven't you given up yet? What a joke, the defense had nothing to do with them, but now they actually replaced the center forwards, and wanted to come up with a small lineup and fight for speed?

All right!

Just make your wishful thinking jingle!

Stretching out his hand to summon Che Jin, Hua Jun commanded in a low voice: "Change tactics, hit people and mark people, everything must be stabilized, there is no chance, one word, drag it down!" ”

Che Jin nodded, now there are a little more than four points left in the game, and there is still a 17-point advantage in his hand, so if he can't win, he really doesn't have to play basketball anymore!

In the stands, the spectators began to talk to each other excitedly.

"Hey, I don't think Beiyang has lost yet, you see, No. 15 has already scored 2 threes, there will definitely be a third, a fourth, you know, three points are a good thing! Which NBA comeback is not snatched by three points! A small middle-aged man said with a mouth full of spittle.

"But now there are only a few minutes left, and it seems impossible for Beiyang to fight'''''." The one sitting next to him looked at the schedule and interjected with some suspicion.

"Whew! Look at it! Beiyang won't lose, haven't you heard of it? Beiyang is a miracle, and miracles happen forever! Another fan who seemed to be a loyal fan of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, when he heard this, he immediately stood up and retorted loudly.

"That's right! Beiyang is very powerful, this is recognized! ”

"Yan Yufeng is still here, I believe that Beiyang will not lose!" A few rows away, an audience member finally couldn't bear the discussion here, and shouted at this place from afar.

"Yes, if the 8th is here, you can't lose!"

"Yes!"

This angry sentence finally aroused the approval of everyone, and Yan Yufeng's energy has become a kind of blind worship for people who like Beiyang Twelve Middle School until now.

Su Xue, who had been sitting there and listening quietly, finally couldn't control herself from trembling.

Yufeng, everyone is watching you, come on, you won't lose!

Su Xue closed her eyes and prayed tremblingly!

Che Jin received the ball and turned around and made a feint, Yan Yufeng was tricked into jumping up, and then Che Jin took a step forward and threw with his hand open.

Hit the board into the basket.

78 to 59.

Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School also used the color to make the hearts of the audience who had just felt at ease suddenly tightened a little.

But Che Jin hasn't come back to his senses, the super-fast Ouyang Shangzhi has already broken through the half of the field first, and killed the heart of Guangzhou No. 1 Middle School.

Ouyang Shangzhi was dexterous and changed direction again, and dangerously got out of Tian Guang's armpit, after getting out of danger, Ouyang Shangzhi almost didn't look at people, and a backhand cross actually exported the ball to the outside line.

Ye Changfeng, the killing god, appeared directly in front of the ball again, and in front of the empty defense, in Tian Guang's panicked eyes, he jumped up and shot like he usually trained.

"Brush!"

Three points hit the target again!

78 to 62.

This time, Ye Changfeng couldn't control himself anymore, jumped up and spun in the air, his right hand clenched into a fist drew an exuberant line in the void with a wave.

"Ah''''''''''''h Facing the high stands, looking at the surging waves of excited people, the night wind beat his heart and roared loudly!

No one would have realized that the long night wind, which had been an iceberg just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a roaring volcano, and he roared as much as he could, screaming for the depression of the three quarters, for the consequences for himself, and for the fact that he could save this team again.

"Wow, hit an 11 to 2 small **! It seems that there is still hope! Lu Di began to get excited, but then after looking at the time, it dimmed again.

"Why is there only four minutes left?"

"Time is running out, Beiyang has awakened too late! The No. 15 feel is ''''''''. Hu Weidong couldn't go on, just a wry smile.

"Actually, that's fine, as far as I know, Beiyang has not lost a game from the city to the whole country, if it loses now, it can be regarded as a wake-up call for them, recognize their own shortcomings, and it is not a bad thing for future development!" Lu Di, who had stabilized his emotions, said slowly.

Hu Weidong looked at Lu Di in some surprise, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes.

"How can there be an undefeated hero in the world, only the journey of victory after defeat, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, is to suffer a little setback."

"But now it seems that Beiyang has no intention of giving up at all, will there be a big reversal?" Lu Di ignited new hope in his heart, and the reversals that he was excited about suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Great Reversal?" Hu Weidong shook his head undeniably, "If it was a professional league, I would still believe it, but have you ever heard of a high school student's game, where you can have a big comeback battle when you still fall to 20 points in the last few minutes?" ”

Lu Di's expression was difficult to look at, yes, the game of high school students, in his memory, has not appeared once, one is not enough, the other is the immaturity of psychological quality, plus many other factors, in the last few minutes, is there a chance of reversal?

Looking at the Beiyang players who were desperately defending on the field, Lu Di's eyes flashed Yan Yufeng's firm expression and lion-like eyes again, his heart moved, and he suddenly said: "No! I believe that Beiyang can create the first big reversal miracle in the high school league! ”

Hu Weidong was surprised, glanced at Lu Di, who came back to his senses, and then remembered the performance of No. 8, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

I suddenly remembered what the president of a sports media said: paying attention to Beiyang is to pay attention to the birth of a miracle.

The miracle of Beiyang?

Will it really happen?

Wake up! Beiyang!

Great Qin Bingbing

2005-4-19

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

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