Wang Yan's shoulders rested on Mo Feng's chest, and the feeling of bone foreskin made Mo Feng extremely uncomfortable, like an awl stirring, full of pain. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Feng took a step back, and at this step, Wang Yan keenly felt it, he turned around and half, hooked the ball with his right hand, and hooked the basketball into the basket.

Mo Feng rubbed his chest and looked at Wang Yan who ran away hatefully, such an opponent, he encountered it for the first time, he moved fast, and he shot accurately, the most outrageous thing is that the strength is still very strong, as if the muscles grow in the bones, it is a disaster.

In the last three points of the first quarter, Yan Yufeng scored eight points in a row, pulling the score to double digits for the first time, but Shenyang No. 2 Middle School quickly adapted, relying on Wang Yan and Liu Wei's inside attack, and actually pulled the score back to a five-point gap again, looking up at the less than 20 seconds of offensive time left, Mo Feng suddenly felt that he had dragged the whole team back.

Yan Yufeng comforted: "It's okay, you've done a good job." ”

As a master, Yan Yufeng already understood the configuration on the other side, and it was simply the most average and powerful team he had encountered after returning to China.

The starting five people basically have their own housekeeping skills, No. 6 Zhang Li's ability to intersperse leads is very good, he connects the inside and outside lines, and the rhythm has always been in his hands, he is the soul point guard of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School.

No. 5 Qian Hao, Kong Wu is powerful and high-spirited, like a bulldog, he has been pestering Yan Yufeng, even if Yan Yufeng is ruthless, he hit him three balls in a row, turned around, and regained his fighting spirit.

No. 11 Liu Wei's ability to protect the frame is very good, and his movement is also good, and several times Yan Yufeng entered the inner line, but he was delayed, and he had to pass the ball out, causing Beiyang's attack to be interrupted for a period of time.

No. 7 Ye Kun, a point guard who plays very smartly, he doesn't attack easily, but once he shoots, he hits extremely high, and Kitano completely focuses on him.

The most dangerous thing is this No. 10 Wang Yan, who can be inside and outside, is simply a tall version of SG, which makes Mo Feng miserable, Yan Yufeng's side has repeatedly succeeded, looking back, Wang Yan is looking for pleasure in Mo Feng, one out and one in, and the score is still not opened.

Such a sharp five-person combination actually appeared in the resurrection match, Yan Yufeng's heart felt very weird.

As a comparison, Yan Yufeng found that other points in Beiyang were a grade worse.

Mo Feng is a qualified power forward, which is enough at this level in the high school arena, but the attack is slightly insufficient, and he is ruthless when he scores several times, but he can't do this every time. His running position is also relatively dull, and he belongs to the stump power forward.

Kitano, the fighting spirit is very high, but in the ability to score, no, there is no three-point ability, if the opponent lets him go, his role is only passing.

Hu Dingyuan has three-point ability and is very smart in running, but the shooting rate is still disturbed, there are errors, and he can't continue to be trusted. He can't do physical confrontation either, and he has no ability to impact the basket at all.

Liu Xiaoke still has a certain attitude problem, many balls are not actively running, just being a blue-collar worker, and cannot achieve the core role of the inside.

In addition to his own point, Yan Yufeng once again felt that he had to exert his strength, otherwise if it continued like this, it would only make the situation worse.

Fortunately, the first quarter is almost here, and the next section has to make a change!

After a few passes, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School defended tightly, Yan Yufeng was guarded by three people on the flank, and there was no good chance, he took the ball twice and finally passed it.

Passing the ball back to Kitano, Kitano didn't realize that the time was coming, he wanted to break through one, but was blocked by Ye Kun, and after some entanglement, Yan Yufeng was in a hurry and shouted: "Time, time!" ”

Kitano woke up at this time, but at this time, the bell rang, and the first quarter was time!

"It's okay, we're still ahead!" Yan Yufeng comforted the frustrated Kitano and led everyone to the bench.

Before the people arrived, Xiang Jie and Jiang Yu had already greeted him, handing over towels and water.

Yan Yufeng and Xiang Jie glanced at each other, the latter pulled him aside, and said in a deep voice: "Old Yan, the situation has changed." ”

Nodding silently, Yan Yufeng took a sip of water, thought about it contemplatively, and said: "You need to change the formation, Mo Feng, Xiao Ke, Beiye, Hu Dingyuan are all down, Su Xiao, Lu Hua, you, Sun Ming are all on the four!" ”

"Me? What about you? You've played a whole session, do you want to take a break? Xiang Jie worried.

Shaking his head, Yan Yufeng said: "No, the opponent is too strong, if I start, I will collapse, and when I go up again, I will have to pay more physical strength!" ”

"Okay then." Xiang Jie also knew that this was the only way, so he still asked: "You have no problem with your physical strength." ”

Yan Yufeng chuckled, looked at Xiang Jie with a concerned face, and said, "Don't worry, at this level, no problem!" ”

In the stands, Liang Tian said to Yu He: "In the second quarter, it depends on whether No. 8 is on or not, if it is not, it will be difficult to say!" ”

Yu He objected: "If Shenyang No. 2 Middle School is not the main force, there are also problems. You said it, pony! He asked Ma Rong on the next side.

Ma Rong said incomprehensibly: "Then you don't know the bench ability of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School, it's definitely not bad!" ”

On the bench of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School, Luo Xun was arranging the personnel on the field, and he said to Zhang Li: "You take Xie Jun, Wei Zhe, Feng Yong, and Fan Wen to play for half a quarter." ”

Then he said to Feng Yong: "You go up for a task, to consume No. 8's physical strength as much as possible, if he attacks, the first four fouls will be given to you." ”

"Understood!" Feng Yong replied succinctly.

In order to deal with the opponent's trump card, Luo Xun developed a tactic called strangulation. He cultivated a ** gray in the team, Feng Yong is the first choice, he is only 188 tall, but he has a bullish energy, in the team, he is the person who can fight with the small steel cannon Qian Hao.

Luo Xun's tactics are very simple, since your leading pillar is No. 8, then I will pile you to death with my life.

Qian Hao was already tired, he lay on the chair and explained to Feng Yong: "No. 8 has a lot of strength, you have to hold it all the time, don't be discouraged, or you will be killed at once!" ”

"Don't worry, I won't let him have a good time!" Feng Yong's single-eyelid eyes revealed a resolute look.

Luo Xun continued to explain to Zhang Li: "If No. 8 is not on, I will replace you for a minute, and if it is still you, you will dispatch the direction of attack and try to attack No. 8." ”

"Coach, what is this?" Zhang Li vaguely understood, but still wanted to confirm.

"In the second quarter, we can even not score, if we are on the 8th, we will attack him with all our might, and strive to consume more physical strength in this quarter, otherwise with the same intensity as the first quarter, he can use halftime to make up for it. Then in the second half, we will be in a more difficult situation! Luo Xun said it thoroughly.

He glanced at the whole team and said sternly to everyone: "Victory is here, I know you all like to play games, and I now ask you to treat No. 8 like BOOS." ”

"If we bring down the number eight, we will definitely win." Luo Xun raised his hand, made a big knife appearance, and slashed into the void fiercely.

The referee's whistle had sounded, Luo Xun turned around and went to the Beiyang bench, when he saw Yan Yufeng appear with four new faces, he turned around excitedly and shouted to his teammates who were about to play: "Go on!" ”

Zhang Li shouted violently, and stepped into the field aggressively, followed by four equally murderous Shenyang cannon fodder!

Zhang Qi, who was standing on the court, pulled the four of them together and formed a circle, and he took the lead and shouted: "Kill!" ”

"Kill!" The four roared in unison.

Yan Yufeng, who was not far away, had a solemn face, and he looked at the five unfamiliar faces opposite, and his heart became alert.

"It's okay, I'm in charge!" Yan Yufeng didn't forget to turn around and say to his slightly nervous teammates.

In the second quarter, Beiyang served first, Beiye went down, Yan Yufeng acted as a point guard, he glanced at Sun Ming from afar, and the latter nodded solemnly.

Two good brothers, go hand in hand, cross the middle line.

Yan Yufeng stood at the top of the arc with the ball, the advantage of this is that it is easy to handle the bag clamp, and he can pass the ball left and right, Zhang Li obviously saw it, he waved his hand to let Feng Yong go first, and he stared at it on the right side.

Sun Ming ran over to make a block for Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng waved his hand, he wanted to try the new defensive ability, he dribbled in front of his crotch twice in a row, and his body made a snake swing at the same time, Feng Yong couldn't understand it at all, but he didn't retreat, but rushed forward.

When Yan Yufeng pounced on Feng Yong, his body changed direction, and he swept directly from his left side like lightning, and was about to take another step, only to feel that his waist was hugged, and at the same time, the referee Lu Yuan's whistle sounded sharply.

Feng Yong hugged Yan Yufeng, saw the referee blew the whistle, and let go expressionlessly, Yan Yufeng didn't pay attention to it, he threw the ball to the referee and stood back outside the three-point line.

Sending out the sideline ball, Yan Yufeng ran to catch it, caught the basketball, he stood still when he caught the ball, Feng Yong stood in front of him, and when he saw that he didn't move, he didn't move.

Yan Yufeng stood straight, his feet slightly outward, looking at Feng Yong, who was leaning over and staring at him, he had an expectation in his heart, he wanted to verify whether it was true.

With a slick of his body, Yan Yufeng's three threats were directly converted into a left oblique protrusion, Feng Yong's reaction was obviously half a beat slower, and he only reacted when Yan Yufeng came to the parallel of his left shoulder.

didn't follow, didn't give up, Feng Yong directly stretched out his arm to pull, and pulled Yan Yufeng's jersey like this, the linesman saw it clearly, and the whistle in his mouth immediately exhaled and blew.

Yan Yufeng stopped, and he turned to look at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong still looked back at him expressionlessly, and after half a sound, Yan Yufeng coldly spit out two words: "Cannon fodder!" ”

As soon as the words came out, Feng Yong's eyelids twitched, and his ashamed eyes flashed.

Looking at Feng Yong, who was still as calm as a stone, Yan Yufeng didn't say much, he threw the ball to the linesman, and then glanced at Sun Ming.

Beiyang sent out the sideline ball again, this time, Sun Ming went to answer, he held the ball and began to scan the court situation, Yan Yufeng walked in, Feng Yong resisted him to death, but was still pushed in by Yan Yufeng.

Coming to the right wing two meters, Yan Yufeng suddenly retreated outward, Sun Ming had a heart, a jump and passed, and the basketball passed accurately.

Yan Yufeng received the ball and leaned over, made a central axis foot with his left foot, and tentatively stepped with his right foot, making a ball-holding action to shoot through the double threat.

In this position, Feng Yong didn't dare to move, but he still gritted his teeth and leaned forward, his hand had already inserted into the middle of Yan Yufeng's hands holding the ball, and at the same time he stood diagonally, let go of the bottom corner, and tried to block the line.

And just when he put his hand on Yan Yufeng's hands, Yan Yufeng suddenly raised the ball and jumped up, Feng Yong's pressed hand suddenly stuck to his arms, and the action was so fast that Feng Yong didn't even have time to react when he pulled his hand back.

The referee's voice was sharp again, and even when the whistle sounded, Yan Yufeng didn't forget to throw the ball in the direction of the basket, and then completely ignored Feng Yong, whose face was white, and walked towards the free throw line by himself.

Luo Xun's face changed to the side, and the assistant Su Zhi whispered: "Do you want to ......?" ”

"No, you don't!" Luo Xun interrupted Su Zhi's words, stood up, came to the sidelines, and said nothing.

Feng Yong was also looking at the bench, seeing the head coach's expressionless face, he knew that he still had to let him stay on the court, and understood his fate, Feng Yong grinned at the corner of his mouth, forcibly suppressed his churning emotions, stood on the side line of the penalty area, and waited for Yan Yufeng to make a free throw.

"This is a shark slashing tactic!" Ma Rong sighed.

"Certainly! Number 8 is too strong. Yu He answered, in the last five minutes of the first quarter, the scene of No. 8's consecutive scoring was vivid, and if Shenyang No. 2 Middle School did not cut the shark, then the second quarter may be broken by No. 8 alone.

"So what?" Liang Tian was sneering.

At this moment, there are more spectators in the stadium, and most of the new entrants are shouted by the previous audience, and the reason is Yan Yufeng's outstanding performance, which makes the audience want to share the excitement with their friends.

Garcia said hello to a few new friends, and the same pre-game bet was naturally mentioned, and the newcomer asked which side bet more, and the smart one also looked at the scoreboard and asked: "21:16, which side gets 21?" ”

After learning that it was the black side, there were a few more bills on the black bet side, which was originally slightly less.

"A smart move!" Garcia boasted triumphantly.

"What's the matter, the RED team has started to slash sharks!" Martin retorted unconvinced.

Regardless of the opinions outside the court, inside the court, Yan Yufeng steadily hit both free throws, turned around and walked back.

Shenyang continued their fast pace, even if they were on the four substitutes, their offense was still concise, through a wide range of running, or ripped off Beiyang's defense, and finally Xie Junzhong threw a shot, Xiang Jie grabbed the rebound, and immediately threw it to Sun Ming, Sun Ming took the ball and ran forward, just dribbled the ball once, and gave it to Lu Hua, who had already passed half the court, faced with the offensive situation he was best at, along the sideline, and rushed to the opponent's penalty area.

In the middle line, Yan Yufeng is flying fast, his speed is not fast or slow, he is also attracting defensive attention for him while responding to Lu Hua.

Shenyang No. 2 Middle School's retreat is already fast, but Beiyang's fast attack is not in vain, the scene presents a two-to-three situation, Lu Hua's speed is not the fastest in the team, but his dribbling is the most stable, so even under the interference of Wei Zhe, who retreats in place, he still fought firmly into the penalty area.

Yan Yufeng also rushed into the restricted area, Lu Hua took three steps, he is known as the king of Beiyang layup, relying on his strong body core strength, and also has an excellent pace rhythm.

Squeezed away the opponent, Lu Hua steadily sent the ball into the basket, and when she saw the ball in the frame, Lu Hua didn't dare to stay at all, and ran back around the bottom line quickly.

Yan Yufeng followed and retreated, the ball from Shenyang No. 2 Middle School had already been sent, point guard Fan Wen, dribbling the ball to the front court, and the others were also running, forcing Beiyang to speed up the pace, and the whole scene was very lively.

Fan Wen was not greedy, and just after half the court, he handed the ball to Zhang Li's hands, Zhang Li just let the ball dip his hand, and passed the basketball directly to Xie Jun in the middle in the next breath.

Xie Jun was not greedy, and passed the ball to Wei Zhe, who was on the left side, who took the ball and threw it.

The basketball smashed on the outside edge of the basket, and Xiang Jie, who was the first to return to the basket, snatched the rebound, he remembered the small ball rules, and saw that most of the players in Shenyang No. 2 Middle School were still in the half, and immediately rushed forward with the ball.

Xiang Jie's rush immediately attracted everyone who had just turned back and ran back, and turned around again and rushed towards the half of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School again.

The same is true of Yan Yufeng, who just ran to the top arc of the three-point line, he gritted his teeth and started a new round of sprints.

Xiang Jie was still looking for Lu Hua, but Zhang Li responded decisively, he blocked on the spot, Xiang Jie didn't realize that when he saw Zhang Li appear in front of him, Xiang Jie suddenly looked flustered, he couldn't stop after three steps, so he had to jump up to find the connection point, when he saw Su Xiao not far away, Xiang Jie struggled to pass the ball out.

Su Xiao just found out, forcibly turned around and wanted to catch the ball, but unexpectedly, a red shadow appeared on his side, and Feng Yong took the first step and cut off the basketball.

Feng Yong, who broke the basketball, gritted his teeth and dribbled forward quickly, this change made everyone in Beiyang who was still under the fast stop in shock, turned around and desperately returned to defense.

Yan Yufeng's muscles are rising, this continuous non-stop switchback and running is simply grinding people's lives!

But at this moment, he had to stand up, gritting his steel teeth, Yan Yufeng quickly chased after him with a speed beyond ordinary people.

Maybe Yan Yufeng set an example, and the rest of Beiyang also rose up to chase Feng Yong.

Zhang Li, who hindered Xiang Jie's passing error, was now at the forefront at the moment, and he saw Feng Yong's successful break and had already begun to run forward.

Feng Yong saw a red figure, but knowing that it was his teammate was enough, he spelled out the strength of the milk and threw the ball forward.

The ball speed was not fast, Zhang Li had to slow down, half of his body was on his side, and opened his hands to welcome the arrival of the basketball.

And at the same time, he saw Yan Yufeng's approaching, and his heart tightened, even if he was seven or eight meters away from him, but the shocking all-audience chasing hat before made him very afraid.

The basketball was already in hand, Zhang Li instinctively slapped the ball and rushed to the basket.

His pace was fast, his body barely stretched and he jumped up, his right hand held the ball to the rebound, and the basketball turned twice in a row on the basket, and he actually brushed the pot out.

Yan Yufeng, who finally arrived, was overjoyed when he saw this, jumped up in one step, and snatched the rebound.

At this moment, on the court, both sides have been exhausted by this wave of twists and turns, and Yan Yufeng did not hurriedly raise his hand to signal for a slowdown, allowing Shenyang to leave the battle line and return to his own half.

Yan Yufeng, who was holding the basketball, stood in place and gasped a few times, he was the fastest runner in the whole court, and he was also the one who consumed the most physical strength, even if he was as physically fit as a cow, he felt that he needed to take a few breaths to lift his strength.

Luo Xun in the distance had a sneer on his face.

This is the beginning!

He said secretly in his heart.

The game continued, because of the previous switchback run, both teams were not energetic, and Yan Yufeng hit the iron continuously, Yan Yufeng failed to hit two consecutive emergency stops, although he had no expression on his face, but his heart had begun to be secretly anxious. The consumption of physical strength made it impossible for him to save accuracy when he shot.

His chest began to feel like a fire was burning, his throat and eyes were dry, and he knew that it was time for his break.

But at this moment, there is no room for the end, and this is the best time to get points.

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath, took the ball and walked forward, Feng Yong was still waiting for him in front, and before he could settle down, Xie Jun approached from the side, forcing him to move to the bottom left corner.

Facing the two people, Yan Yufeng did not hesitate, he suddenly dribbled with a horse-like step, his body leaned forward to the left sharply, the ball with his left hand suddenly pulled flat, his body retreated, and he swept directly in front of Feng Yong, who was shaken, this time, his speed was faster, Feng Yong wanted to repeat the old trick, but he just fished out a hand of air.

After Feng Yong, Yan Yufeng didn't dare to be slow, jumped up with the ball, his body was still drifting to the right by inertia, looking at Yan Yufeng who was jumping in the air, the Shenyang generals could only look at the ball and sigh.

Seeing the basketball pass through the white net, Yan Yufeng exhaled lightly, raised his head to look at the score, 25-16, just one point short, and he was about to lead by 10 points.

If I can lead by 15 points, I'll be out of the game.

Yan Yufeng thought in his heart.

It's a pity that Shenyang No. 2 Middle School seems to be specifically against him, and in the next round of offense, he was actually blinded by big forward Xie Jun on the outside for a three-point shot, looking at this basketball that was obviously off the line but wiped the board hollow into the frame, Yan Yufeng bit his lip.

The defense of Beiyang 12 Middle School has always been problematic, and the understanding of joint defense is not in place.

Regional joint defense, and too much test of tacit understanding, this group of substitute teammates, in this regard, obviously do have game experience, in the second quarter, if there is no Yan Yufeng, it is more like a rookie pecking performance.

"Get points!" Yan Yufeng thought fiercely.

Through several short passes, Yan Yufeng stuck to the position on the inside, even if the opponent made a double bag, he was still turned around and jumped by Yan Yufeng, hit the ball, and once again stretched the score to 27-19.

After Yan Yufeng hit, he didn't quickly return to the defense as before, but slowly walked up on the court, Luo Xun almost laughed on his face when he saw this, and he couldn't hold back, he didn't dare to change people, for fear of breaking this atmosphere.

However, Liang Tian and other professionals in the stands smelled the crisis from Yan Yufeng's return to defense.

"No. 8 may have exhausted his physical strength to a limit!" Yu He said in a deep voice.

"I've been playing for almost 15 minutes, I haven't rested, this kind of intensity, he has always been the main attacker, and he has no strength until this moment, it's already terrifying!" Liang Tian sighed.

"But he can't go down and rest!" Ma Rong said coldly.

Liang Tian wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason, he looked at Yan Yufeng, who had returned to his half, worriedly, as if he was talking to himself: "Hurry up and end the second quarter." ”

Xiang Jie, who had the same thoughts as Liang Tian, had already seen that Yan Yufeng's physical strength was beginning to have problems, otherwise he would not have retreated like this.

He ran to Yan Yufeng's side and made a gesture to change people, but saw Yan Yufeng resolutely shake his head.

Xiang Jie raised to look at the LED screen, and when he saw that there were still 5 minutes to finish, he couldn't help but scold.

Turning around, he gestured to Mo Feng on the field, and Mo Feng hurriedly ran to the technical table and asked for a timeout.

Beiyang's unexpected request to pause made Luo Xun's heart suddenly, and then after a short period of leisure, Yan Yufeng drank water, and Xiang Jie said on the side: "Change to Zhichong!" ”

His thoughts quickly turned around in his mind, and Yan Yufeng nodded in agreement.

"Shangzhi, you have to control the rhythm, if there is a fast attack, you have to seize the opportunity with Lu Hua." Yan Yufeng thought about it again and admonished.

Ouyang Shangzhi lowered his head and snorted.

I wanted to say something more, the time for a short pause had arrived, and when I heard the whistle, Yan Yufeng stood up, Xiang Jie held him down, and persuaded again: "It's better for you to rest, these five points will definitely be able to withstand it." ”

"No, the opponent's main force is not there, it's a good time to get points." Yan Yufeng was reluctant to say.

"But have you ever thought that if you don't rest, and the opponent's main players are resting, then what will happen in the second half?" Mo Feng suddenly interjected.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Yufeng fell, and the referee Lu Yuan blew again, time waits for anyone, Yan Yufeng still chooses to believe in his physical fitness, he stands up and walks into the court.

Seeing Yan Yufeng appear on the court again, Luo Xun couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and said to Ye Kun, who replaced Zhang Li: "Just play No. 8 and seize the opportunity!" ”

Ye Kun nodded heavily.

Yan Yufeng suddenly found that the attack of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School began to start frequently from his side, even if it couldn't be hit repeatedly, and then hurriedly passed out, and the receiver immediately panicked. But next time, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School will still attack from his side.

After Shangzhi took the ball, he launched a fast attack in a row, but three fast attacks only scored two points, but he was so tired that everyone did 2 useless turnaround runs.

Even Yan Yufeng also ran back and forth in the middle line.

Shenyang No. 2 Middle School seized the opportunity and scored 4 points in a row through a counter-fast attack, but once again pulled the score closer to 27-23.

Yan Yufeng was furious when he saw this, Shangzhi's ability was regressing, he couldn't believe that such a fast attack could not advance, and the opponent seized the opportunity to bring the score closer, which made him grit his teeth.

After playing so many games, Yan Yufeng felt a little unbearable for the first time, and it was also the first time that he hoped that the first half would end quickly.

The sweat had soaked through the jersey, and the beads of sweat on the face were connected into a line, and finally gathered on the chin, dripping down.

"You have to rest!" Xiang Jie said in a commanding tone.

This time, the stubborn Yan Yufeng finally stopped insisting, he nodded, and Xiang Jie hurriedly went to signal to Mo Feng on the field to call a timeout.

When the whistle sounded on the technical desk, Luo Xun knew that his plan had to be over.

Looking up at the time, and seeing No. 8's obviously heavy steps, Luo Xun still sighed dissatisfied.

It's a pity that these three minutes, if you hold on a little longer, it would be great!

Yan Yufeng, who was sitting on the chair, almost didn't want to move, so he let Sun Ming take a towel and wipe it on his face and neck and shoulder.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem with these three points!" Xiang Jie swore an oath.

Yan Yufeng, who was depressed, felt inexplicable, why couldn't he take advantage of himself when he was on the field?

This question began to swirl in my mind, and why did the stronger I behaved, the more frantic my opponent came to deal with him?

Sitting on the field, hearing the whistle that the game continued to start, Yan Yufeng opened his eyes, put aside his doubts for the time being, and began to pay attention to the last three minutes of the first half.

And Yan Yufeng's question, at the moment in the stands, Liang Tian is answering with his peers.

"This head coach of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School is relatively good, Ma Rong, do you know his origin?" Liang Tian asked.

Ma Rong nodded: "It is said that he is a high-achieving student who came back from the Cologne Sports Institute in Germany, and he is a talent, but he did not enter the national championship this year, he was unlucky, and the core No. 10 was injured." ”

"Oh, Cologne?" Yu He was surprised.

The Cologne Sports Institute in Germany, a top-notch sports school in Europe, is the most prosperous in football and basketball.

"Otherwise, at his age, how could he become a head coach, I think, he also uses Shenyang No. 2 Middle School as a test field to hone his ability to lead the team!" Ma Rong guessed.

Liang Tian showed such an expression, he said: "This head coach is very powerful, he saw that No. 8 was the strongest point in Beiyang Twelve, but he used the principle of darkness under the light to gather the strength of the whole team and attack the point of No. 8." Even if No. 8 is as hard as iron and as strong as steel, he will never be able to withstand the collective pressure on him by a team. On the other hand, from the beginning of the first quarter, the head coach of the second middle school asked the players to implement his tactics, and No. 8 obviously did not realize this, and the tactics of the second middle school aroused his fighting spirit. ”

"Consume No. 8 stamina?" Yu He's eyes lit up and asked.

"That's right! No matter how powerful the ball skills are, if he has no physical fitness, his skills will be halved, not to mention that he is still in the development period, and his physical reserves are not deep. Liang Tian said.

"No wonder in the second quarter, if you can't score, you have to play the point of No. 8, this coach is ruthless, I'd rather not score himself, but also blow up the No. 8 bunker!" Yu He exclaimed.

"He's preparing for the second half!" Ma Rong said meaningfully.

The three of them unanimously agreed with this prediction.

"Why is No. 8 obviously so powerful, but he can't pull the score away?" Yu He couldn't figure it out again.

"That's because even if No. 8 is very skilled and superhuman, he can't score all the way from start to finish. Not to mention whether he can do it, a good player will be able to score while leading other teammates to integrate into the offensive rhythm. So, the number 8 will definitely have to share the ball, but if his teammates can't turn the ball he shares into points, it's a loss. ”

"So, it's his teammates, can't you?" Yu He wanted to make such a judgment.

"In fact, I can't say that, I can only say that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School's own style has not been played, they are fast attacking, and fast attack is also the watchman instinct of Shenyang No. 2 Middle School. When two teams meet, the same style will be canceled out. ”

"And that said?" Ma Rong didn't believe it.

"I think yes, this feeling of being at a loss can affect the way they feel about the game." Liang Tian insisted on his opinion.

"Then in that case, why didn't No. 8 play?" Yu He couldn't help but interject and asked.

"If No. 15 hadn't been injured before, he would have been off, but No. 15 was not there, the support pillar of the whole team, only he could resist, without No. 8, this Beiyang team is a provincial-level team at best, but with No. 15, they are worthy of galloping in the national arena!" Liang Tian let out a long sigh.

"Look, what are you fighting for these three minutes?" Ma Rong pointed to the disorganized court and said.

What Ma Rong is referring to is the current situation in Beiyang, missing the pillar point Yan Yufeng, Beiyang's passing lost the transfer station, everyone is receiving the ball, but everyone can't hold the ball, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School changed tactics and adopted marking tactics, and Beiyang's offense suddenly fell into a stalemate.

Unable to score three times in a row, and although Shenyang No. 2 Middle School did not have the main force on the court, their good tactical literacy allowed them to at least be on the court, and they could still run out of tactics and get gaps to shoot.

The score was approaching, and when the first half time came to the last twenty seconds, Ye Kun released a cold arrow, and hit a three-point shot with a top arc, and finally led the score for the first time.

At 27:28, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School led by one point.

On the bench of the second middle school, there was a cheering sound that resounded through the stadium, and under this sound, Yan Yufeng, who was sitting on the bench, had a gloomy face.

The bell finally rang and the referee raised his hand to blow the whistle to signal the end of the first half.

Xiang Jie's face was even darker, he didn't fulfill his promise, so much so that he didn't dare to look at Yan Yufeng, and Yan Yufeng didn't have anything to say, he slowly stood up, and he said to everyone: "Go back to the locker room!" ”

One person took the lead in walking in the front, Yan Yufeng looked at the swarthy player tunnel, and sparks appeared in his eyes.

A year has passed, and I thought that I would never encounter such a lonely scene again, but I didn't expect it to appear!

Gritting his teeth, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but clench his fists.

Thinking of his repeated onslaught, the opponent's appearance as if the nerve endings were cut off, Yan Yufeng's heart rose with anger, and the body that originally felt weak seemed to be resurrected with full blood, he suddenly stood still, looked back at the court, and the teammates who followed behind couldn't help but stand, in the dark corridor, everyone suddenly saw the cold light flashing in Yan Yufeng's eyes.

Turning around angrily, Yan Yufeng gritted his teeth and walked towards the locker room with a fierce look in his eyes.

See you later, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School!

Come on, I want to take a look, Shenyang No. 2 Middle School, you dumb bell, I not only want to ring you, but also knock you into slag!