After the intense first quarter, both sides gasped for air from the bench.

It's a wonderful game, the two sides are evenly matched.

At the beginning of the second quarter of the game, Ouyang Shangzhi rushed to the enemy position with the ball like lightning, Wu Yang came to defend, Ouyang Shangzhi stopped, slapped the ball, and the whole person flashed like lightning. Oh my God, that's a lot of speed. easily passed the ace Wu Yang of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School.

A smug glint flashed in Shangzhi's eyes, as if to say that my speed is the first in Beiyang, and no one can stop me. After getting rid of Wu Yang, Shangzhi was incomparably open in front of him. Shangzhi took two steps, a low-handed layup, and the ball went in. Instantly, the audience burst into cheers.

The score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 18-21. It's only 3 points away.

Wu Yang missed a layup on a hook hand, Ye Changfeng jumped up, grabbed the backcourt rebound, and then threw the ball to Ouyang Shangzhi with both hands, and then Beiyang No. 12 Middle School immediately launched a fast attack. Before Beiyang No. 4 Middle School came back to his senses, the ball was scored. The score was only one point away, Kong Tai shook his head helplessly, Beiyang No. 4 Middle School is really not the opponent of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

After that, the score climbed in a straight line, Beiyang 12 Middle School opened up the momentum, after catching up with the score, played a delicate match again and again, Ye Changfeng's three-point shot began to exert power, 5 shots 4 hits, three-point shooting rate reached 80%.

If it weren't for Wu Yang and Qi Zhenglie doing their best, relying on the strong play of the inside line, to pull the score within ten points, otherwise the score would have exceeded 20 long ago.

Kong Tai's expression can no longer be described as difficult, the first quarter was evenly matched, and the second quarter was blown up, what the hell is going on. When Kong Tai opened his hallucinatory eyes, he realized that the players were too tired and had never played such a physically demanding ball game. On the other hand, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, the more they fight, the more courageous they are, and the more they fight, the more morale they have, that is because they have long been accustomed to such games. Think about it, even the Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, which has played in the national competition, they have encountered perverted teams that are much stronger than them. In the Beiyang Twelve, which has been tempered by wind and rain, it is not so easy to be defeated.

But Beiyang No. 4 Middle School did not give up, Qi Zhenglie roared, faced Xiang Jie's defense, without any color, got up, jumped, hooked up to the basket, and the ball hollowed into the net. At this time, the score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 35-27. The bench of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School resounded with long-lost cheers. However, just when the bench of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School cheered for Qi Zhenglie to score a goal.

The night wind rushed to the frontcourt, it was a three-pointer, and although Cao Qiang pounced him to the ground, the ball still turned around on the basket and entered the net. Toot, add a penalty. Night Wind raised his hands and put them to his ears, listening to the cheers of the audience.

The free throw was put into the basket, and Beiyang No. 12 Middle School slowly retreated back in the excitement of the whole court.

Qi Zhenglie scored under the basket again, and this time, it was still Xiang Jie who defended him. Qi Zhenglie glanced at Xiang Jie, slashed twice, and after attracting Xiang Jie, he turned around, hooked his hand to the layup, brushed, and scored two points for Beiyang No. 4 Middle School.

The score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 35-27.

Xiang Jie saw Qi Zhenglie on his head, slashing four points in a row, without any expression. Instead, he followed Beiyang Twelfth Middle School and quickly killed the past. It is still the night wind that holds the ball, and the night wind passes the ball to Xiang Jie. Xiang Jie slashed twice, stepped on the line in the three-second zone, and was greeted by Qi Zhenglie. I saw Qi Zhenglie jump up and fly the ball that Xiang Jie was holding in his hand. Just then, a flash of light appeared in the path of the ball, intercepting it.

Ouyang Shangzhi didn't make any superfluous movements, ran directly to the basket, made a layup with a low hand, and scored the ball.

The score of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School vs Beiyang No. 4 Middle School was 37-27.

Qi Zhenglie was weak and brought the ball to the inside, strange thing, this time it was very easy to come in, and Xiang Jie was alone under the basket. Obviously, Beiyang No. 12 Middle School wanted Xiang Jie to be one-on-one with Qi Zhenglie. Although Xiang Jie is not Qi Zhenglie's opponent, he can greatly consume Qi Zhenglie's physical strength. As long as Qi Zhenglie falls, then Beiyang No. 4 Middle School will not be far from failure.

"Beiyang No. 12 Middle School deserves to be a strong team." Xiao Hei, who was sitting in the stands, licked his lips and said.

"Let Xiang Jie single-handedly pick up Qi Zhenglie, not only can consume a lot of Qi Zhenglie's physical strength. At the same time, Xiang Jie was given a chance to exercise. Don't look at the current Xiang Jie is not as good as Qi Zhenglie, it may not be in the future. Xiao Hei patted Wang Zihang, who was in a daze.

"By the future, do you mean the Round of 8?" Wang Zihang said with a not very good face.

"Yes, if Xiang Jie can surpass himself in this game, then Beiyang No. 12 Middle School will undoubtedly have one more star-level center, which is not a good thing for us." Xiao Hei said thoughtfully.

Qi Zhenglie stepped out of his right foot and made a feint to hook his hand to shoot, Xiang Jie was tricked into jumping up, Qi Zhenglie flashed him, behind Xiang Jie, raised the ball high, picked up the ball in his right hand, and smashed it down, and the audience was stunned by the ball. Even Kong Tai couldn't help but get up from his seat and spit out a sentence, "Good job." ”。 Xiang Jie closed his eyes, recalled the dunk just now, and found that as long as he didn't jump up, he would not be able to dunk successfully. Qi Zhenglie's gasp woke up Xiang Jie, who had his eyes closed.

I saw Qi Zhenglie fall to the ground at this time, patting the floor with his hands in frustration. He was unwilling, and he fell like this. It turned out that the button just now had overdrawn all of Qi Zhenglie's physical strength. When he fell from the basket, his legs went limp, and he collapsed and fell to the ground. "Quick, quick, doctor." The coach of Beiyang No. 4 Middle School hurriedly ran over, hugged Qi Zhenglie and said, "Are you okay, Ah Lie, if you can't do it, just tell me, how can you be like this." Win or lose, you're the best in my heart. ”

Qi Zhenglie suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, he has been playing for so many years, he has never seen the coach treat him so well, some are just scolding, I remember that after losing to Beiyang No. 12 Middle School two years ago, he specially targeted him, saying that he couldn't do this, that couldn't do it, and said why I didn't have such good luck and didn't meet a player like Yan Yufeng.

So Qi Zhenglie hated Beiyang No. 12 Middle School very much, and he swore that one day, he would defeat Beiyang No. 12 Middle School and humiliate Yan Yufeng fiercely. It is by virtue of this strength that he continues to surpass himself and constantly strengthen internal training. Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes and let him practice a trick that made people unsolvable hook layups. And that super bull rebounding technique.

But everything he does is actually to get the approval of the coach. Now, the coach says he's the best.

I'm so impressed, coach, thank you, thank you.

Qi Zhenglie cried and shouted, "Coach, thank you, thank you." Thank you for acknowledging me. ”