The match started again, but Conté never played again.

Qi Zhenglie took the ball and singled Xiang Jie on the inside. Xiang Jie took out his housekeeping skills and faked falling. I saw that when Qi Zhenglie wanted to squeeze him out, he deliberately fell, and once, he was like this, so that Beiyang No. 12 Middle School won the championship.

Now, the old plan is repeated, and the referee was fooled and sentenced Qi Zhenglie to hit someone with the ball.

Then, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School attacked. Under the leadership of Ye Changfeng, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School advanced rapidly, and soon passed the half, and after Ye Changfeng received the ball, he quickly attacked the basket. Qi Zhenglie shouted loudly, blocking his way. Ye Changfeng faced Qi Zhenglie's iron bucket-like defense, without fear, and smiled, "Why didn't he go up, are you afraid, haha." "Deal with you little characters, and I'll do it." Qi Zhenglie said angrily.

Ye Changfeng turned around, and hooked his right hand upward, "It's not so easy to hook up a half-volley hook to a layup." Qi Zhenglie had already seen through his intentions, and before he could shoot, he took two steps back. At the moment when Ye Changfeng threw the ball out, Qi Zhenglie moved, only to see him kick his feet, like a fierce tiger pounced on the basketball flying in the air, and the ball passed by his fingers.

"Hehe, I was almost covered by him." Night Changfeng smirked.

Brush, although the ball was touched, but still could not stop its footsteps, just like that, the ball shot into the net fiercely, making a crisp sound......

Qi Zhenglie's stool was fine-eyed, and he roared angrily, unwillingly, unwillingly, almost a little.

The score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 12-17. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is still as far behind as many as 5 points.

Kong Tai waved his hand to Qi Zhenglie, signaling him not to panic.

Qi Zhenglie nodded, indicating that he understood, and turned around and ran to the front.

Beiyang No. 4 Middle School pounced again like a wild beast.

Cao Qiang, Wu Yang, and Qi Zhenglie pressed together.

Qi Zhenglie took the ball, and under the cover of his two teammates, he suddenly accelerated, and his speed was a little faster than Ye Changfeng, and soon Ye Changfeng was thrown away. However, due to the large number of people on the field, Qi Zhenglie had just shaken off the long wind of the night, and Ouyang Shangzhi stuck to it again. At this time, a figure passed by Ouyang Shangzhi in front of him, and he was Wu Yang, the No. 2 scorer of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School.

Qi Zhenglie threw the ball up, and the ball passed over his head in front of Ouyang Shangzhi, as if he didn't exist.

At this point, there was no one under the basket. The basket suddenly opened the empty door, no one defended, as the saying goes, take advantage of his illness and want him to die, Wu Yang, the No. 2 scorer of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School, saw this opportunity, how could he miss it so easily. Wu Yang sped up, then took three steps to the basket and easily sent the ball into the basket, while Xiang Jie was pressed by Qi Zhenglie at this time.

It was the turn of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School to attack, Ye Changfeng found that he was entangled by Cao Qiang, and the other players were also entangled by No. 4 Middle School, Xiang Jie on the inside line, in front of Qi Zhenglie's tall body, had no advantage at all. Seeing that the 24-second offensive time was about to come, Ye Changfeng had no choice but to throw the ball hard, the ball bounced off the basket, and was immediately taken by Qi Zhenglie, and Xiang Jie couldn't grab the rebound at all.

Qi Zhenglie didn't stop at all after taking the ball, so he threw it vigorously in the direction of Wu Yang.

Wu Yang shouted, his feet were strong, and he accelerated and rushed up. He was like a sports car driving on the road, racing to the basket of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School. When no one was defending, he yelled and came to a tomahawk-style dunk to announce to the audience that he was the second trump card of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School.

"Whew!" The audience erupted in an involuntary exclamation, I didn't expect such a powerful guy to exist in Beiyang No. 4 Middle School.

Ye Changfeng smiled and looked up at the score, the score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 12-19. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is actually 7 points behind. And it's when the trump card is not present.

Wu Yang, you are very powerful, but I have a long night wind, and I won't let you go wild here so easily.

Ye Changfeng was holding the ball on the outside looking for an opportunity, but Cao Qiang gave him an invisible pressure, kept a distance of less than half a meter from him, stared at the ball, and kept pressing forward. Night Wind was eager to shoot a three-pointer to catch up with the score. But he was afraid, Cao Qiang rushed over and gave him a big hot pot.

Just when he hesitated, Ouyang Shangzhi got rid of Wu Yang's defense and came to Ye Changfeng's side.

Ye Changfeng took a step forward, and then shot the ball forward, Cao Qiang also took a step and pasted it. Ye Changfeng suddenly turned around violently, a horizontal pass, Ouyang Shangzhi did not hesitate, caught the basketball with both hands, then started with both feet, took advantage of his good sliding step, jumped into the three-second zone, made a layup with a low hand, and easily sent the ball into the basket.

Beiyang No. 4 Middle School began to play the inside line, Qi Zhenglie took the ball into the inside line, and Xiang Jie immediately posted it, trying to block the tank with his small body. Qi Zhenglie easily squeezed Xiang Jie away, jumped up, and threw the ball. "Bell!" The ball didn't even touch the basket, it landed directly on the rebound and fell.

"Rebounds." The night wind roared loudly.

Xiang Jie jumped up, seeing that the ball was about to arrive in his hand, but a tank suddenly appeared in mid-air and knocked him away. The tank picked up the ball, and it was a slam dunk. Oh my God, self-grabbing, this inside line is too powerful.

Xiang Jie sat on the ground and looked at Ye Changfeng with an aggrieved face, as if complaining to him, why did you let me grab the rebound, you bastard Ye Changfeng, don't you know that people are tanks? Is it deliberately trying to make me ugly?

The score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 14-21. Beiyang No. 12 Middle School is still 7 points behind. As long as Beiyang No. 4 Middle School scores two more goals, the score will be separated by double digits.

Ye Changfeng quickly dribbled to the front court for a fast attack and run, and Xiang Jie secretly ran to the basket of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School before he dribbled past half court. Qi Zhenglie, the captain of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School, began to be a little proud. didn't look at the inside line, Ye Changfeng seized the opportunity and quickly threw the ball at Xiang Jie, Xiang Jie caught the ball steadily at the free throw line, and looked at Qi Zhenglie, who was slowly swallowing and coming over to make up for the defense, he didn't hesitate at all, got up and shot. Heart, let you look down on me, let you look down on me, let you look down on me.

brush, the ball and the hoop make a pleasant sound.

Qi Zhenglie picked up the ball on the ground, looked up at Xiang Jie, and found that this person was standing there pointing at him and dancing, with words in his mouth, and suddenly his face was full of black lines, and he said to Wu Yang, "Look at this little man, he has to be like this when he scores a goal." ”

Wu Yang shook his shoulders and said, "Bacheng has taken a fancy to you." ”

"Die, you guy." Qi Zhenglie gave Wu Yang a punch.

Toot, there is still 1 minute left, neither side scored, the first quarter ended, Beiyang 12 vs Beiyang 4 16-21 score.