After returning to Jiangcheng and resting for a day, the school team trained for two days in a row to usher in the second national finals, which was also the first home stadium of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Friday, April 11, Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School Gymnasium.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the basketball hall was already crowded, full of seats, and the aisles were crowded with students who were one step late.

's home field, Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, of course, also gave non-graduation grades a holiday.

Ye Yufei took the classmates and sat behind the bench seats in No. 1 Middle School, and several classmates held a banner high:

"Come on with a smile, one will win".

The first home of the national live broadcast, Lu Xiaofeng of course attached great importance to it and invited all his relatives and friends.

Zhao Yuwei sat with Lu Guoqing and his wife, with Lu Guoqing's status in Jiangcheng, of course, sat in the VIP seat, and Zhao Yuwei also followed in the name of his family.

And Coach Chen, with his son and daughter, as well as his future daughter-in-law, sat relatively back.

I don't know if it's because the principal of No. 1 Middle School has a big face, or because of other reasons, on the rostrum, not only invited the leaders of the Education Committee and the Sports Committee, but also invited Ye Jianguo, a busy man.

After all, it was not the first game, the leaders did not speak, only the principal of No. 1 Middle School spoke, and the game began.

Although the deafening cheers of the audience almost drowned out the referee's whistle, when jumping the ball, Yizhong still lost, Chen Peng was a head shorter than the opponent after all, and no matter how much chicken blood he played, he still couldn't compete with the other party.

"One hit!"

"Defend!"

There is no need to rehearse, there are so many people taking the lead, and the audience is divided into work, shouting "one China" on one side of the rostrum, and shouting "defense" on the opposite side.

The opponent is Fengtian No. 3 Middle School, and there is no need to worry about shouting "No. 1 Middle School", but the momentum is much stronger than shouting "Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School".

The shouting was like a war drum that inspired people to forge ahead, bringing strength to the players of No. 1 Middle School, chasing the opposing players one by one and launching a defense.

From the very beginning, Lu Xiaofeng followed the opponent's outside arrow - No. 11 small forward, Li Yuzhang.

The opponent is still the old tactic, focusing on his own inner strength first.

After the No. 9 center got the ball, he didn't dare to shoot immediately, looked back at Lu Xiaofeng on the other side, dribbled the ball, and then turned around and hooked his hand.

It may be that Chen Peng quietly pushed someone below, or No. 9 was a little nervous, and the ball was thrown big and bounced out on the basket.

Lu Xiaofeng turned around and jumped up, grabbed the ball, and rushed forward without hesitation.

"Oh!" The audience cheered, and when they saw Lu Xiaofeng rushing forward, they shouted again:

"Lu Xiaofeng!"

"Come on!"

Carrying the interference of the opponent's No. 6 defender, Lu Xiaofeng rushed through the middle line, and when he looked forward, only the No. 13 defender ran back.

Lu Xiaofeng accelerated again, left No. 6 behind, and rushed into the three-point line from the right side.

Even though he had a good hand in the warm-up, he had to score the first shot, so he didn't shoot a three-pointer.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng rushing in, No. 13 kept retreating, and his strategy was to let Lu Xiaofeng shoot and not let him break through to the basket.

Lu Xiaofeng dribbled with his right hand and made feints, so that the opponent couldn't tell which way he was going to break through.

Seeing the three-second zone, Lu Xiaofeng dribbled to the right and took a step, and the other party hurriedly blocked it.

said that it was too late, then quickly, stepped out with his right foot, and just landed, Lu Xiaofeng pulled the ball with his right hand, like a spinning top, and turned around quickly.

When his right foot landed, Lu Xiaofeng was already behind the other party.

The basket was in front of him, Lu Xiaofeng jumped up with his right foot, picked it up lightly with his left hand, and scored a cricket ball.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School 2:0 Fengtian No. 3 Middle School.

"Oh!"

"Lu Xiaofeng!"

“MVP！”

After the cheers of the audience, Lu Xiaofeng clearly heard Ye Yufei's voice.

She held a megaphone in her hand and shouted "Lu Xiaofeng" loudly, and the classmates in the class standing behind her continued to shout "MVP", it seems that this was rehearsed.

Lu Xiaofeng ran to the backfield and waved his hand at Ye Yufei, and the audience shouted after her.

CCTV sports live broadcast is still Yu Jia's commentary.

"No. 6 in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School is Lu Xiaofeng, who we are familiar with, and he protected the rebound."

"Oh, he's attacking alone, beware of mistakes!"

"He's so strong that he bounced off No. 6 in one fell swoop."

"Beautiful! Lu Xiaofeng turned around and passed, and No. 13 completely guessed the wrong direction. ”

"What a quick turn, it reminds me of Tony Parker of the Spurs!"

The opponent's second attack, once again singled Chen Peng by No. 9, or hit iron, but the rebound that rebounded back was grabbed by him, played the board again, and the ball went in.

2:2。

The opponent quickly returned to defense, Lu Xiaofeng steadily dribbled to the three-point line, signaled Chen Peng to cover, Lu Xiaofeng got rid of No. 6, the opponent No. 9 pounced, and No. 6 also chased up from behind, wanting to trap Lu Xiaofeng.

Chen Peng dismantled to the left end of the free throw line, Lu Xiaofeng turned his head to look at him, but pushed the ball forward with his right hand.

The basketball went through the armpit of No. 9, a hit rebounded, a figure was in place, and the catch was a three-step layup.

4:2。

"Beautiful pass!"

"Lu Xiaofeng just turned his head to the left and deceived all the players on the other side."

"This pass that doesn't look at people reminds me of the Lakers' famous - Magic Johnson!"

Yu Jia's explanation is a bit exaggerated, this is just a high school game.

It turned out that Lu Xiaofeng turned his head to look at Chen Peng, No. 11 Li Yuzhang, who was defending Zhang Shuo, and moved his attention to Chen Peng.

"Good shot!"

"Pass beautifully!"

Lu Xiaofeng and Zhang Shuo high-fived each other and praised each other.

In the audience, those who knew Zhang Shuo shouted his name, and the beauty in his heart was completely reflected on his face, and he was about to laugh like a chrysanthemum.

The opponent attacked again, Lu Xiaofeng chased after Li Yuzhang, just came out of the inner line, and when he reached the three-point line, he found that Zhang Shuo had made a steal.

It turned out that Zhang Shuo's No. 6 defender who changed defenses, saw Li Yuzhang running out and wanted to pass the ball, and saw Lu Xiaofeng who was chasing closely, he hesitated, paused, and was caught by Zhang Shuo and slapped the ball down.

"Attack!"

Lu Xiaofeng rushed out, and Zhang Shuo threw the ball forward.

Li Yuzhang, who was defending by Lu Xiaofeng, also reacted quickly and chased after Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng received the ball with his left hand, carried Li Yuzhang for two steps, and found that Zhang Shuo on the right had caught up.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't stop, and continued to lean on Li Yuzhang to rush forward, but with a back pass with his left hand, the ball flew to the free throw line, and Zhang Shuo, who caught up, stepped on the free throw line to receive the ball, took a step forward and jumped up, splitting the buckle with one hand.

Although the jump is not very high and the dunk is not very crisp, it is indeed a dunk.

"Oh!"

"Zhang Shuo! Strike! ”

said that Lu Xiaofeng passed the ball, and his speed increased dramatically, and he passed Li Yuzhang in one fell swoop, ran a few steps forward, and went out of the bottom line before stopping.

Li Yuzhang pushed Lu Xiaofeng hard, and after being passed, he chased Lu Xiaofeng and ran a few steps, and was secretly happy that he was out of bounds, but when he heard Zhang Shuo's dunk sound, he reacted, Lu Xiaofeng had already passed the ball, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

Most of the audience was attracted by Zhang Shuo's dunk, but the audience near the sidelines noticed this hilarious scene.

"Hahaha!"

"Look at that No. 11, chasing Lu Xiaofeng out of the bottom line, only to find that the ball is gone!"

"Referee, he's out of bounds! Yes? What about balls? Ha ha! ”

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter!

The host Yu Jia also discovered this scene.

"Good pass! Slam dunk! Entered! It's a bit reluctant, but it's still two points. ”

"Yay? Why is No. 11 still chasing Lu Xiaofeng? ”

"Huh! He seemed to be blocked from view and didn't see the pass! ”

"Well, that's a bit embarrassing!"

In the home game, Lu Xiaofeng is not worried about the state of his teammates.

And in front of so many classmates, relatives and friends, he also hopes that his teammates will play beautifully, so in this game, he did not attack and kept giving his teammates a chance.

I don't know if it's because of the weather, or the cheering of the home court, today's teammates feel exceptionally good, not only can they hit the empty cut layup, but even on the three-point line, they are also able to hit the bullet.

The offense led the defense, the teammates scored the goal, and listening to the audience calling their names, one by one, they ran like they were running with the opponent as hard as they could.

The game is like that, either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind, and there are very few really anxious games.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School almost every goal must be scored, and the players who played chicken blood defended desperately, and the attack of Fengtian No. 3 Middle School had no continuity, and the score was pulled away after a while, and the opposing coach called a timeout, cheering and cheering, but it had no effect.

The half-time whistle blew and the score was 42:18.

The cheers of the audience made the players who walked off the field wave their hands, and it seemed that they had won the game and returned triumphantly.