Chapter Eighty-Three: The First Attacker

With a whistle, the basketball spun and threw vertically above the court. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info both players standing on the court held their breath and stared nervously at the ball.

The two centers jumped up, and with a "snap", it was no surprise that Melun, who was a lot taller than his opponent, touched the ball first and easily slapped the ball into the hands of his own players.

"Okay, we got the first ball! Next, launch a fast attack, score a goal first, and hit the opponent's arrogance. Well, has the other party already defended himself, this ......" Rhubarb's mood just got up, and he immediately became dumb after seeing the form on the field.

Qian Duo, the point guard of Licai Middle School, had just gotten the ball, and after taking a few steps, he saw that all the players from Longyuan No. 2 Middle School had returned to the defensive half court and had already stood firm in their respective positions. The speed of the return visit is staggering.

Yang Yi, who was sitting next to him, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. This situation should have been expected by Zhao Qianshan's old fox for a long time, after all, the opponent's height advantage was there, and there was no chance of winning the ball. So he made two arrangements in advance, one was to remove Mao Feng and let a newcomer fight for the ball, which was to protect Mao Feng's authority as the captain. The other hand is to give up the scrum and go straight back to his own half of the defense.

"Teacher Yang Yi, what do you think about Licai Middle School fighting for the ball?" Rhubarb couldn't go on, so he directly threw the words to the commentators.

Yang Yi smiled and said: "In fact, the scrum is just a precedent order, whoever fights is the same, and it has no impact on the game." ”

But we can also see from this that the height advantage of Licai Middle School is indeed very obvious. Then it's the official game, and the opening ball will definitely start from the advantage of your own team. I'm also curious to see how the coach of Longyuan No. 2 Middle School solves this height problem. ”

Sure enough, as Yang Yi said, Qian Duo did not choose to attack directly, but waited for Mo Lun to stand inside, and passed the ball directly in. Mo Lun got the ball, didn't wait for Mao Feng to come over to help defend, squeezed away the defensive center behind him with his body, and pulled it up to a dunk.

Inside the gymnasium, it was boiling in an instant!

"Well done!"

"Well done!"

"That's it, blow them up!"

Listening to the explosion-like sounds around him, Qiu Yun, who was very dissatisfied with his defense just now, lowered his head.

He Qingping walked over and patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "It's okay big man, it's just a ball, look at me, I'll chase it back immediately!" ”

Captain Mao Feng looked at it in his eyes and did not speak.

"Wow, do you see, do you see? A powerful dunk from Morun seemed to announce that this territory is ours! It's like a divine soldier descending from heaven, unstoppable! Mr. Yang Yi, what do you think about this? As he spoke, Rhubarb turned on Yang Yi's microphone and looked at each other ostentatiously, as if to say: Look at what else you have to say.

Yang Yi smiled helplessly and said: "I have just said that Licai will definitely open the attack from the inside advantage, but I didn't expect him to dunk the first ball." Let's take a look at the reaction of Longyuan No. 2 Middle School, if nothing else, it will still choose its own advantage point to counterattack. I heard that the team's No. 11 Wen Daobing is their ace player, and his offensive firepower is very ferocious. Huh—"

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, he pushed his glasses in disbelief, as if he had seen something he couldn't believe.

I saw that after the No. 0 point guard in Longyuan No. 2 Middle School dribbled past half court, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he directly accelerated past the outside defender and rushed down to the basket one by one.

What kind of point guard is this, it's so messy, it's like this from the beginning! However, why didn't captain Mao Feng object, and took the initiative to pull an inside defender away? Could it be that this is the coach's arrangement, or that this number 0 is another hidden trump card of the team!

As soon as this idea popped up, he couldn't press it anymore, and Yang Yi's whole body became excited. But the next moment, the changes on the field made his excitement disappear without a trace.

He Qingping burst into the interior line, and was about to go straight to the basket in the face of Mo Lun's defense, and Mo Lun also opened his arms and sealed it without fear. Just when everyone wanted to watch this confrontation, the basketball inexplicably broke away from He Qingping's hand, touched Mo Lun's waist, and popped out of bounds.

The referee blew the whistle: "Out of bounds, front ball!" ”

The audience began to talk.

"What's going on just now, was it capped?"

"No, he tried to pass the ball but didn't get it."

"I think he was scared when he saw Morun's defense, so he threw the ball casually, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to hit Morun."

"Is that okay?"

Looking at the questioning eyes of the team members, He Qingping rubbed his hands and said with an embarrassed smile: "I'm so excited, my hands are slippery!" ”

The crowd fainted.

Yang Yi rolled his eyes, then he looked at the crowded auditorium around him and smiled with some understanding. It must be the first time for newcomers to experience such a big scene, and it is normal to be a little excited. When I first encountered a crowded scene, I didn't know what to do with the ball, and compared to myself, this newcomer's performance was much better. Since the old fox dares to arrange for you to do the first attack, there must be his reasons. Hurry up and get used to it, I'd love to see what you're really capable of.

After serving in the front court, the basketball changed hands through the river and returned to He Qingping's hands again.

Facing He Qingping's defender Qian Duo, he squatted slightly carefully, and said fiercely: "I won't let you break through again!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the figure on the opposite side flash, and then He Qingping disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant with the basketball, and he didn't even make an instinctive physical reaction!

"Good...... So fast! After the other party broke through, Qian Duocai rubbed his eyes and sighed reluctantly.

The exclamations of the spectators in the stands rang in his ears, and he quickly turned his head. After seeing He Qingping break through, he dribbled to the basket in three slow steps, facing the defense of the center Molun, without dodging or dodging, and jumped up directly with the ball.

"This ...... It's too impulsive. I don't know why, Qian Duo began to worry about why Qingping.

"Boy, don't look at no one!" Seeing that the other party didn't care about his existence at all, Mo Lun also got a little angry, relying on his height advantage, he jumped slightly, and then slapped him.

The next moment, a crisp sound sounded, and then the referee's whistle also came to mind.

"Licai Middle School No. 4 Morun, thug foul!"