"Zhu Peng is worthy of being Xiao Yao Ming, is so rampant under the basket, can no one stop him?" Liu Gang said a little worriedly. Liu Hu's face is very good, and the eleventh middle school is worthy of his favorite team.

It's been 4 minutes since the first quarter, and now the score is only one point apart, and both sides are playing fiercely!

Twelve killed the past.

Ye Feng opened his hands and prevented Xiao Hei who was about to attack. Xiao Hei's steps were a little messy at this time, and the sweat on his face was enough to prove that he was forced to do it now. Just when everyone thought that Xiao Hei was going to pass the ball, Xiao Hei played a very wonderful counterattack. I saw Xiao Hei's body move a step to the right, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stepped forward violently. Ye Feng was startled, and his hands immediately reached forward. At this moment, Xiao Hei stopped, but the ball in his hand was gone. Hehe, a half-moon-shaped smile rose on Xiao Hei's mouth, and he snorted softly and passed past Ye Feng. The ball flew through the wind and returned to Xiao Hei's hand. Xiao Hei snorted, rushed to the basket, jumped high, and dunked with one hand.

"Slam dunk!" Coach Wang's face turned white all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of the quarrel with Lin Chao in his mind, and Zou frowned and said, "Doesn't he have a long memory?" Didn't I say that? Don't you need to dunk randomly? ”

"Oh my God, Lin Chao in the twelve, he actually dunked! It's really great, we have another genius in Hangzhou! Liu Gang shouted loudly into the horn.

"Good ball, I have to say it's a beautiful ball." Liu Hu shook his fat body and couldn't help but praise.

9 to 6. Ye Feng raised his neck and glanced at the big screen, pressed his hand on his forehead, and couldn't believe that his team would be three points behind.

"There was a mistake in the eleventh, and the twelfth took the opportunity and managed to grab the ball."

"2 plus 1, Lin Chao in the twelfth is really amazing!"

11 to 6, Ye Feng smiled bitterly, thinking in his heart, why, why, he would make a mistake!

Watching the climax of the twelve middle schools wave after wave, while he couldn't do anything about it, Ye Feng experienced the feeling of despair for the first time. "Toot!" The referee blew the flute at the end of the first quarter, and Ye Feng shivered. Blood-red eyes, looking at the score on the big screen, 22 to 8. Who knows what he's thinking? The twelve won them by 14 points, which should have shocked him, thinking it was a dream! Ye Feng slowly walked back to his seat, looked up and looked at his opponent's data again. Lin Chao, scored 8 points, 3 assists, 2 rebounds, 2 steals, 1 turnover, and the data is very comprehensive. And he only scored 4 points, 1 assist, 0 rebounds, 0 steals, and 5 turnovers. It's a lot different from it.

"Ye Feng, cheer up." Wang Ming walked in front of Ye Feng and patted him on the shoulder. At this time, Wang Ming thought in his heart, as long as Ye Feng still has confidence, we can turn the tables.

"Ye Feng, I believe in you." Wang Ming continued, his eyes full of misty colors, as if the sun was burning, enthusiastic like fire.

"Ye Feng, come on!" The partners walked over, cast trusting glances, and shouted together.

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you can do it!" Ye Feng, who was silently with his head down, trembled violently. Standing up from his seat, he saw a glimmer of light in the darkness and regained his self-confidence. I won't lose, Ye Feng clenched his fists and shouted.

In the substitute lounge of the 12th Middle School, Coach Wang said with a straight face, "Lin Chao, you will dunk less in the future, do you know?" ”

"Got it, got it." Xiao Hei nodded obediently.

"Lin Chao, you're so powerful." Wu Hao boasted.

"You played well in the first quarter, and you managed to bite the weak point in the eleven and pull the score away. Section 2, I hope you will continue to do so. Win the game! Do you understand? Coach Wang held the tactical board and analyzed rigorously.

"Understood!" A bright shout rang out from the bench lounge of the 12th Middle School.

The flute of the second quarter of the game sounded. The audience of the 12th Middle School clapped their palms happily, and the field sounded "Long live the 12th Middle School!" "The twelve are invincible." and other strange slogans, they hope that their shouts can be strong for the twelfth middle school and completely defeat the eleventh middle school. Both teams quickly returned to the field. As soon as the twelfth middle school came on the field, it showed a strong desire to attack, and the twelfth middle school was united in one heart to give the eleventh middle school a dismount. I saw Xiao Hei shaking Ye Feng, and he went to the basket alone, and made a layup with one hand, adding two points to the team.

"Yay!" The fans of the Twelfth Middle School cheered loudly.

The score was 24-8.

The game continued, Ye Feng held the ball, and saw that his eyes were full of confidence. After passing the ball to Wang Ming, Ye Feng ran desperately to the frontcourt. Wang Ming heaved and threw the ball from the half court to Shangguan Yu, who was standing outside the three-point line. At this time, Ye Feng just ran to the free throw line, and Shangguan Yu didn't want to throw the ball at him. Ye Feng caught the ball and accelerated and rushed forward. One beat, two beats, three beats, the action is done in one go, and in a few steps I got to the basket and stepped into the three-second zone.

"Delusional!" Wu Hao shouted, and his tall figure appeared in front of Ye Feng.

"Humph! You can stop me. Ye Feng smiled confidently. Although No. 4 is in front of him, and he is more than ten centimeters taller than him, as the soul of a team, he has long been accustomed to playing against tall people.

Ye Feng put away his smile, snorted lightly, and took a step. I saw him kick up with his right foot, hold the ball around his waist with both hands, and wait until he was in the air before holding the ball up. Made a gorgeous milk shot in the air.

"Beautiful!" The coach of the eleventh middle school shouted excitedly from the sidelines.

Wu Hao didn't make any moves, just now the ball, Ye Feng held the ball around his waist, and he didn't have a chance to block it at all. I could only look up to the sky and sigh and watch the ball fly into the basket.

"Wu Hao! Don't be in a daze, it's time for us to attack. Xiao Hei reminded.

"Oh!" Wu Hao nodded and ran back.

The score was 24-10, and the eleven recovered two points.

The fans of the eleventh middle school instantly came to their strength, as if they saw the hope of victory, and changed their previous decadence.

"Eleven, come on!" The audience in Eleven began to shout with all their might.

"Twelve, you have to work hard!" The Twelve fan shot back.

The ball is guided back and forth in the hands of Twelve. Xiao Hei, Lin Feng, Du Yu, left, middle and right three ways charge. Lin Feng held the ball in the middle and killed. He glanced at Ye Feng in front of him, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised the ball high. Ye Feng's right eye was raised, and the whole person moved to the right. At this moment, Lin Feng threw the ball back. However, he never thought that Ye Feng suddenly rushed towards the ball like crazy. It's like a missile chasing an airplane, and it's extremely exciting.