"Yan Yufeng!" Shang Lin stood on the sidelines like an angry lion, shouting with all his might.

When the fourth quarter began within four minutes, Nanyang launched a counterattack again, the game, the most fierce offense, they were all over the court, close to the defense, regardless of the success or failure of the three-point shot, under the blow of the Nanyang storm, Beiyang is not easy to establish a weak advantage, suddenly in vain, the most painful thing is that the score has been stretched to 14 points, is the largest point difference since the start of the game.

Whoever can establish an advantage at the start of the fourth quarter will win the Technetium victory!

I don't know who said it, but it has been taken as a good word by countless coaches, so at the beginning of the fourth quarter, there must be a fierce attack frenzy.

To everyone's disappointment, Nanyang occupied the military plane first, and Beiyang collapsed within four minutes.

Shang Lin was angry, he didn't see the violent energy that Yan Yufeng radiated, the right to fire freely, he didn't completely implement it, Shang Lin was very disappointed, he was disappointed that Yan Yufeng did not completely relax himself as he imagined, although he tried his best, but he didn't want to, which made the restless Shang Lin suddenly burst out with the increase in the score.

Yan Yufeng turned his head in confusion and looked at the coach who had never seen such an expression.

"Have you forgotten my words? I'm giving you freedom, do you hear me clearly? Where is the freedom in your pitch? I didn't see it! No, not at all! No one knew Shang Lin with this expression now, he gritted his teeth, he jumped like thunder, he danced with his hands.

Freely?

Freedom on the pitch?

Yan Yufeng asked himself.

Suddenly, in the midst of all the running crowds, in the noisy and earth-shattering air, Yan Yufeng stood straight there, raising his head high.

The world suddenly fell silent, only a faint voice fluttering, it was high-pitched, very long, without pause, it grew bigger and longer, as if it was screaming, calling, screaming violently.

Bright sunshine

A breezy course

Rough and solid concrete floor

It was so tattered that only a few wisps of nets remained

The swarthy frame that hung solidly there

And the orange basketball in your hand

Endless sweat slowly flowed down my face, slicing and falling

This is my world, all my all, all my happiness Yan Yufeng looked up to the sky, under the dazzling light, closed his eyes and suddenly opened, everything passed through his mind like flowing water, and then quickly disappeared into the endless darkness!

The loneliness of the past, the familiar indifference, and the unconcerned, free heart standing on the court, suddenly and violently emerged.

They were beating in their chests, and their hearts seemed to be uncontrollably excited by them, beating violently, and the blood began to burn, forcibly adding every bit of fighting spirit in their hearts to every drop of blood in their hearts.

The smell of heavy metal floated in its nose and mouth, it was shouting, it was roaring, it was unruly and unbridled pleasure.

The flabby body suddenly tensed, as tight as a block of steel.

The right to fire freely

The right to fire freely''''''

The right to fire freely'''''''''''''

I finally heard what this voice was shouting, and suddenly, I also found a reason to vent, a deep buried thought, deep in my soul, finally broke out.

Slowly stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slowly gave it a thumbs up, Yan Yufeng pursed his lips, his short and thick eyebrows wrinkled deeply, and his deep eyes became more and more bright.

Sweat cut down on his angular face, and the dark skin and black jersey seemed to melt into one, and at this moment, Shang Lin saw a complete Yan Yufeng.

Originally, he was supposed to be like this!

The furious Shang Lin froze, he looked at Yan Yufeng with an expressionless face stupidly, his thumb-holding hand slowly put it down, and then, he didn't look at anyone again, turned around and walked forward.

You're finally a little murderous!

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"Hey!" Yan Yufeng, who came to Shan Yu's side, suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Shan Yu was surprised, turned his head, and looked at his opponent's face.

"Be serious!"

"What?" Shan Yu laughed angrily.

Yan Yufeng glanced at Shan Yu, his eyes were very strange, so strange that Shan Yu couldn't help but shudder and immediately burned his heart with anger.

Yan Yufeng moved, after speaking briefly, he suddenly ran to the right along the three-point line, there was no one around, it was originally Chen Ping's defensive task and now he could only let Shan Yu change it, and the biggest reason was the look in the eyes of No. 8 before leaving.

A look of pity for an animal.

"Ball!"

The usual shouting of the ball, the luck of the command even made Xiang Jie, who passed the ball, suspect that he had heard it wrong, but when he saw Yan Yufeng running over, Xiang Jie still handed the ball to Yan Yufeng who ran past him.

There was no time to think about it, Chen Ping behind Xiang Jie had already moved a step sideways a little when No. 8 ran over, and he keenly felt that the path forward of No. 8 would definitely come from his direction, that is, the most important position of the free throw line, and the most severe defense.

This is no reason to speculate, because, Chen Ping saw Yan Yufeng's eyes, there, everything was cold.

After taking the ball, a figure appeared in front of him, Yan Yufeng didn't look at who it was, paused, split his hips, turned around, dribbled the ball sideways, in front of the defender, a close-fitting horizontal belt came in front of him, and he held the opponent's waist fiercely with one hand, and turned to the back of the defender.

The audience erupted in exclamation.

In the eyes of everyone, there was a strange feeling impacting themselves just now, and the person defending No. 8 was like a doll, under No. 8's hand, he threw him behind without resistance.

No one felt that it was Yan Yufeng who turned behind the opponent, but completely felt that it was No. 8 who held the defender with one hand and threw it behind him.

As Chen Ping thought, the area of the free throw line is the defensive side, the most tight, in the traditional defensive formation, C, PF is the side of each court, SF and SG are pushed forward, pressed in front of the free throw line one meter to half a meter behind the three-point line in an area, in the trapezoidal shape of the inside line, these four points are actually the most basic defensive positions representing C, PF, SF, SG.

Normally, the free-throw line is a cross that overlaps with the four shadows of the four-man defensive area.

Undoubtedly, this is the most fortified fortress position.

And now, Yan Yufeng has found the best place to vent himself.

Long Wei and Yuan Xing were two meters behind the free throw line, and after Yan Yufeng shook off Chen Ping, he took another step and stepped on the white free throw line, and the three of them were only three meters away from each other.

For many people, three meters does not represent anything, but for a person with extremely explosive power, this distance is already enough.

The ball is thrown forward by the hand, and the ball is out of the hand's control, and after landing, it bounces forward at high speed.

Yan Yufeng took a sharp breath, came back halfway to the side, lifted his body and jumped a little, and after landing on the ground, his toes were padded and he poked out a step forward.

The left foot that stepped forward was fiercely on the floor, and the ball bounced just right in front of Yan Yufeng's positive position, catching the ball, bending his knees, bowing his body, and kicking the ground, Yan Yufeng's entire body, like a whirlwind of black-armored chariots, every part of the body, fused together at high speed and precision, and then burst out with huge energy and jumped up.

Holding the basketball tightly with his right hand, raised sideways behind his head, and his body arched strongly, Yan Yufeng was defenseless, but full of lethality and rushed straight to the basket.

Long Wei and the two couldn't dodge, no one thought that No. 8 would dare to be so arrogant, there were two people in front of him, and he dared to jump up hard, delusionally trying to score forcibly.

At this time, the brain did not allow the two of them to think about it at all, and the two of them shouted angrily almost at the same time, jumped up side by shoulder, raised their hands high, and completely protected the basket behind them.

Everyone's jumping strength and speed are different, compared to Yan Yufeng, Long Wei's jumping speed is unexpected, when the two of them just jumped up, Yan Yufeng had already jumped in front of the two.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, and a loud cry suddenly sounded in his ears, and then at that moment, Long Wei's chest hurt, and a huge force slammed into his chest, and at the same time, his raised hands suddenly felt that they were heavily incited, and his body, because of the huge impact, fell back uncontrollably.

Did I get knocked off?

This was Long Wei's last trace of consciousness before he landed.

Unlike Long Wei, he felt that Nanyang's small forward Yuan Xing, he jumped from the side, and it was precisely because of the different starting positions that he could completely see the scene just now.

Yuan Xing was horrified to see that No. 8 was faster than them, he was simply forced to jump over, he had never seen such a person in the air, it can be imagined that when No. 8 jumped, he must have used all his strength on his toes and jumped forward with all his might.

What a madman, aren't you afraid of a big crash in the air?

To his surprise, No. 8, who was a head shorter than them, was so powerful in bounce in one step.

The two-meter-tall hand stretched out by Long Wei could only just touch under No. 8's wrist now, Yuan Xing knew very well that in the air, whoever had the highest bounce height would have all the factors.

The referee's decision, the increase in the probability of scoring, and the reduction in the degree of injury are all very related to the height.

When he felt that he had jumped to the limit, No. 8 actually dialed up one point, and Yuan Xing had to use a feeling of looking up to seal it with his hands.

Completely shocked in his heart, Yuan Xing subconsciously understood that the sealing could only be for Yan Yufeng to detain people this time and add a little more brilliance.

"Bang!"

The basket roared violently, and the exclamations of the audience were also issued instantly, Yan Yufeng grabbed the front of the basket with one hand, pulled it down fiercely, and with a force of his hand, the other hand also held the cold basket, and pulled it up with both hands, and came to a domineering up.

According to the rules of the game, such a celebration after the dunk is a foul, but the referee must also make a penalty according to the situation at the scene.

Because, at the foot of Yan Yufeng, under the basket, the center of Nanyang is sitting there completely, if Yan Yufeng falls down immediately, I'm afraid, this kick will have to step on it.

In the case of protecting himself and others, No. 8 knows what to do, so of course Wang Jian knows what to do.

After looking at the foothold, Yan Yufeng let go of his hands and fell!

At the moment after Yan Yufeng succeeded in re-deducting people, Beiyang's bench was quiet, and suddenly everyone jumped up, waved their towels, and shouted frantically loudly.

Almost at the same time, in the stands, the fans of Beiyang, neutral, and Nanyang couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly!

It's been a long time since I've seen Yan Yufeng's wonderful dunk, and this surprise is not something that Beiyang people can completely afford at once, let alone Shanghai fans who are not familiar with Yan Yufeng at all.

Shang Lin didn't know whether to be angry or want to laugh, shook his head, and scolded in a low voice: "This kid, isn't he really afraid of getting hurt?" It's terrible! ”

In stark contrast to the Beiyang bench, on the rest seat of Nanyang, a group of people were silent, but it could be seen from their eyes staring at Yan Yufeng that the blow just now gave them a mental deterrent.

Contrary to the players was their head coach, and the look of surprise in Feng Degang's eyes immediately became pleasantly surprised, but immediately his eyes darkened again.

Between a few changes, Feng Degang didn't know what to say.

No. 8's domineering and talent After watching the ball for so many years, he understood for the first time what visual impact was, and immediately thought that such a talent was actually owned in China, so he was suddenly happy, and finally he suddenly thought that now he is his opponent, and against such a player, the bitterness must be eaten, thinking about the current situation, he suddenly fell in mood again, and was depressed for no reason.

Compared with the performance of the two teams, the madness of the stands can only be described as blazing now, especially the fans from Jiangsu, who waited for three quarters and finally saw a standard "Yan-style" dunk, the previous depression has long been gone, followed by endless cheers.

In the noisy stands, there are two other groups of people who are in different moods looking at what is happening now.

Before, they came here because they were bored, and after that, their pretentious ideas were stripped away little by little.

Little by little, the number 8 shows them something they don't have or never thought about, some of these things are technology, and more of them are a kind of momentum.

The atmosphere of acquaintance at the scene suddenly brought Han Shuo to his memories.

A year ago, when Han Shuo saw the high-spirited Liu Xiaoyu in the North District finals, he immediately understood what arrogance was, his arrogant expression, and his empty eyes made his fighting spirit rise to the highest point.

The heart of the three carriages in Shenyang has a clever short pass cooperation, but also let him appreciate what is called basketball delicate, he won the opponent, but lost the game, this failure, let Han Shuo train harder, but also deepened his cooperation with his teammates, sometimes, think about it, he did not have a bottomless enmity with Liu Xiaoyu as the outside world rumored (the last Cup, because Yanjing 42 Middle School lost to Shenyang 31 Middle School, the honor won by Yanjing in the last session was all won by Shenyang, Including the Most Valuable Player, Best Defensive Team, Best Team and the title of North Region Champion), I am very grateful to Liu Xiaoyu, if it wasn't for his sideways, how could I have learned tolerance and humility from a proud and arrogant person after a year?

Failure is the mother of success, this sentence is not wrong at all, there is no failure, so how can you see your own ugliness?

This year, Han Shuo made a comeback, in the northern district where the strong opponents are like a forest, in the hands of Yanjing 42 Middle School, there is no round of generals, all of them are surprised to see, thinking that they have reached the peak, Han Shuo, who was nicknamed the prodigal son in white with a slightly derogatory meaning two years ago, showed unprecedented maturity and calmness.

And his opponent Liu Xiaoyu, who is considered to be the best high school SG in China now, has performed up and down, and in the semi-finals, he was almost eliminated by the big dark horse Changchun No. 4 Middle School, so in this year's prediction, no one dared to say that Shenyang could win the championship, because they saw Yanjing No. 42 Middle School, the last grand curtain call of the golden generation.

When Han Shuo came to Shanghai, he had prepared everything, and his state and technology were confident that no one could compare to him in the current Chinese high school class.

Liu Xiaoyu is just a defeated player under his own hands, and the team that needs to make up for it the most has already made up for it, and now, the only thing he needs to wait for is the first game of tomorrow's game.

It's my league! -- Han Shuo thought proudly.

This is this morning, Han Shuo still thinks like this, but it wasn't until he sat in the stands and came to watch a final in the South District for a boring afternoon to relieve his boredom, and it didn't mean anything to him, that he was suddenly whipped in his heart.

The popularity of No. 8 surprised him, and the self-confidence he showed made Han Shuo feel that he couldn't compare with it, he changed himself, fouled three times, and dared to rush to the inside line, hit the inside line, and if he fell somewhere, he could get up immediately and continue to walk with a more violent attitude, which Han Shuo thought he didn't have such a strong psychological quality.

In the past, I have seen many people with great physical fitness, including his partner Ge Hui, his physical fitness, it can be said that in Jeonbuk District, no one can compare, he is two meters and six meters tall, three meters tall and three meters tall, and nearly three meters nine in jumping, it is hard to imagine who can take advantage of him in front of him.

But after seeing No. 8's performance, Han Shuo once again found out that he was wrong.

You can do such an aerial bar pull, you can also pause in the air, and you can also change hands and make a layup, but you know very well that it is impossible to complete these three connecting actions in the process of jumping forward almost upright, and it is very natural to do it, and it is never difficult.

What made Han Shuo even more frightened was that even if he was jumping on the ground, the guy No. 8 actually had to jump two points more than himself when he was doing a pull bar.

Against such a person, not to mention technology, just this physical fitness is enough to become a tyrant.

When he saw No. 8 turn around and pass a person, take a small step forward, and then jump again, Han Shuo felt a numbness in his heart.

It's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

While everyone was cheering for the success of No. 8's shelf-holding, Han Shuo was numb for the previous process.

This is a detail that only a master of the same level can spot, even a talented coach or a sharp-eyed referee can't spot.

After turning around and passing people, take a small leap forward, and then take a big step and then jump, if you let a hundred basketball masters complete this set of actions in order, I am afraid that few people can complete it in place, let alone complete it to the realm of natural progress.

The key is to take that small leap forward.

This small step not only restored the chaotic balance of the body after the person in front of him to the best balance, but also gave the next big step, greatly improving the explosive power of the acceleration.

Just like a long jumper or a high jumper, before starting, those few small steps are not only looking for the best starting point, but also for the next explosion, containing more power.

But in basketball, because there is a basic rule for dribbling, then, you have been limited to only one number of small steps (of course, self-throwing and self-catching does not count!). In this way, the quality of the small steps needs to be higher.

And No. 8, in a short distance, took this small step so superbly, for the final outburst, the increased energy instantly made Han Shuo's heart numb.

This is only the mystery that Han Shuo discovered a few months ago, and it is limited to the fact that only guards or small forwards can use explosive skills, and he also went to the track and field team to get the next scripture, and he has been practicing hard for so long, and he has not been able to transport it to his satisfaction, and now the small step of the 8th, it is not surprising to say that Han Shuo's soul is hooked. (If Han Shuo knew that this was just Yan Yufeng's own nature and instinct, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a problem of numbness!) This number 8, this is going to be so powerful? Can't believe this is happening in China!

Han Shuo groaned and whispered in his heart.

What happened next was that everyone was still excited, No. 8 jumped high, grabbed the two of them in front of the block, jumped in front of them first, forcibly put people on the fly, and knocked the other party's Nanyang center, who was much taller than himself in terms of height and quality, out without suspense.

This bouncing power, this explosive power, after a strong pass, immediately gave everyone in the audience another dose of excitement.

Suddenly feeling that someone was pulling him, Han Shuo looked back, but saw his partner Ge Hui with a strange expression on his face.

"Han Shuo, you said, if I switch positions with that center, do you say that I will be knocked out!" Ge Hui asked in a low voice.

Han Shuo paused, assumed this situation in his head, and when he hadn't gotten a complete answer, suddenly Ge Hui waved his hand and said dejectedly: "No need to answer, I think I understand!" ”

“````````。” Han Shuo was speechless.

One goal will bring so many chain reactions, I am afraid it is definitely not something that Yan Yufeng can imagine.

(To be continued)