Li Changgeng passes the ball. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Nongguang catches the ball steadily.

In the next moment, No. 15 suddenly came up.

Nongguang threw the ball at Sima Shenji.

Sima Shenji immediately broke through to the inside line and threw a shot when he was close to the three-second zone.

"Smack-", another big hand slammed the ball down. It's Ding Bright.

Amu grabbed the offensive rebound and hit the mid-range shot - missed again. European style protects the frontcourt rebounds.

"Now both sides are in a scoring drought, and they haven't scored for several minutes in a row, I wonder if the score battle just now has exhausted all the energy?" The commentator is like teaching himself a lesson, he doesn't care at all whether the fans understand it or not, and it is estimated that he must not know what the consequences of offending the "gods" are.

"I'm talking again." Sima Shenji scolded secretly.

"No way, there are too many of them." Amu replied in a low voice.

Ou Feng dribbles to the front court and shoots in the middle. Hit. 20：20。 Divided equally.

"The Luoyang Bing team broke the scoring drought first, and now the score on the court is 20 draws, and there are three minutes and twenty seconds left in the first quarter of the game, I wonder who will enter the second quarter with the lead?" The commentator is like an amateur, only knowing that there will be overtime after the fourth quarter of the game, but he does not consider that the first, second, and third quarters can be deciated.

"Looks like I'm going to have to make a suggestion to the committee." Luo Tian stretched.

"Oh, and what are you going to suggest?" Lu Feng said.

"Get rid of this-talking narrator." Li Changgeng pretended to be weak and pointed at the narrator with his right hand.

"I agree." Lu Feng covered his head with a towel.

"Whoosh-" The ball flew into the basket from Amu's hand outside the three-point line. 23：20。

"Good!" Lu Feng ripped off the towel and raised his fist and shouted.

"Looks like I don't need you to play." Tao Ran teased.

"The best." Luo Tian smiled.

"Don't think too much about it, I'll train you even if you're ahead." Tao Ran glanced at it.

"I'm kidding, coach." Luo Tian said.

"Drip-" The referee blew the whistle and made a gesture of "hitting people with the ball" to Wang Xiaotian. Wang Xiaotian was stunned in place, looking wronged.

"Your ability to cheat fouls is really amazing." Yan Kuan whispered to Li Changgeng who was lying on his back.

"Of course." Li Changgeng laughed, and a carp stood up.

"Prepare to fight back." Yan Kuan threw the ball to Sima Shenji, who was standing on the bottom line, and followed.

Sima Shenji sent the ball to Li Changgeng and followed.

Luo Zhi thought that it was better to paste it like a dog skin plaster. Li Changgeng didn't entangle with him, and gave the racket to Amu, who was close to the bottom line on the left.

Amu grabbed the ball, jumped directly, raised the ball over his head, pressed his wrist, and shot - passed the ball to Sima Shenji near the free throw line through the European wind.

Sima Shenji immediately made a jump shot - striking iron.

Nongguang mends the basket - striking iron again. Ding grabbed the defensive rebound and threw the ball to No. 15, who had already run to the halfcourt line.

No. 15 stopped in front of the three-point line, exactly at an angle of 900 to the baseline. The moment the ball broke away from the tip of his right finger, a large hand jerked out from behind his back.

"Smack", the ball was squeezed down hard. His right hand was also pinched down.

No. 15 suddenly turned around and saw Sima Shenji's expression as if he was happy and provocative.

But then the expressions of both of them became tangled.

"Drop", the referee decisively blew Sima Shenji for a foul.

Sima Shenji was even more entangled.

"Two free throws." There was not a hint of emotion in the referee's face, which was as hard as tank armor.

"Shouldn't it be three times?" The 15th is also more tangled.

"You're stepping on the line." The referee is still expressionless.

No. 15's face is still expressionless, but there are obviously four big words in his eyes: I want to cry without tears. was covered with two big hats by the opponent, and only two free throws were returned.

Both sides are ready to grab the rebound.

No. 15 walked to the free throw line in a tangled way and took a tangled shot. Three do not stick.

"Huh-" Sima Shenji took the lead and booed.

"Huh-" Many viewers responded to Sima Shenji's boo.

"Don't shout, it's time to eat T again." Yan Kuan whispered to Sima Shenji.

No. 15 glared at Sima Shenji fiercely, tightened his wrist guards, twisted his arms, and turned his head.

"There's a lot of stuff going on with this guy." Nong Guang muttered.

Number 15 takes a deep breath and throws the second ball. Hit. 23：21。

The boos were replaced by applause and cheers.

"It's all over the wall." Sima Shenji muttered and walked to the bottom line with the ball and sent the ball to Li Changgeng.

Li Changgeng slowed down the tempo and waited until all the players on both sides entered the opposing half before he crossed the halfway line.

"This way!" Yan Kuan withdrew from the penalty area to ask for the ball.

Li Changgeng was in a hurry, and he took the ball straight to the inside. Luo Zhi wanted to stick it up to defend immediately.

Li Changgeng stopped sharply and threw the ball diagonally above the basket with both hands.

Yan Kuan jumped high, grabbed the ball in the air with his right hand, and slammed the ball into the basket. 25：21。

"Good shot!" Nongguang gave a thumbs up.

"It's not the way to go." Ding Xuancan thought to himself.

At the same time, the entire Xining Raptors team was sitting in a row of unobtrusive seats, quietly watching the game.

Hu Xiaohai's eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he could only break them with pliers. Strings of smoke continued to rise from his mouth, turning into miniature mushroom clouds that slowly drifted towards the ceiling of the gymnasium. At his feet, which were separated in a figure-of-eight shape, there were seven or eight cigarette butts piled up irregularly, all of them like prisoners who had been cut in half by a guillotine, only the upper or lower half of his body remained, and only the butt of the cigarette that had not yet burned out was still moaning helplessly.

"Brother Hu," a fat black man on the left turned his head to Hu Xiaohai, "Why do we have to come and see that Li ...... Lee: What's coming from? ”

"Li Changgeng." Hu Xiaohai was a little impatient, he didn't even move his eyelids, and continued to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog.

"Yes, yes, it's Li Changgeng, I can't remember any broken name...... Brother Hu, why are we watching his game? The black fat man grumbled and continued to ask.

"How can we know the true quality of him and his team without watching his games?" Hu Xiaohai still didn't raise his head and didn't open his eyes.

"Brother Hu, what's so terrible about him? Isn't it just a stupid big guy? Why don't we just fight with him for speed? A knife face on the right also started to ask.

"I ask you two, can you use your brains?" Hu Xiaohai threw the cigarette he had finished smoking to the ground, "This is a regular basketball game, a game between teams composed of five people with ball control and tactics, not one-on-one or two-on-two in streetball, let alone a group fight!" What is the use of light having speed? If you only have speed, you might as well do sprinting! ”

"That's it, Brother Hu is right, can you use your brain?" The "raptor" on the far left chimed in.

"Also, did I say he was terrible? I'm not even afraid of my former captain, can I still be afraid of him? Hu Xiaohai stepped on the cigarette butt that had just been thrown to the ground with his left foot and crushed it vigorously until the cigarette butt was completely shattered.

"Then we don't have to give up training time to see them, right? Is it worth it? The "raptor" on the far right asked.

"Don't think it's easy to win the championship," Hu Xiaohai's eyes widened, of course, people with bad eyes or inattentive eyes can't see the difference between his eyes and those who don't, "According to the information I have gotten, almost all the masters of the jungle ball in Qinghe I know have come here, which is both a challenge and an opportunity for us." ”

"Opportunity? Why Opportunity? The black fat man didn't understand again.

"It's not an opportunity to be able to play with masters from all walks of life and understand various tactics?" Hu Xiaohai asked rhetorically.

"Oh, that's what happened. By the way, Brother Hu, who is more powerful, you or that Li Changgeng? Blade Face asked again.

"I can't answer this question, I don't play the same position as him, I don't play the same type, and we don't play the same role on the field, it's hard to say who is better than whom." Hu Xiaohai cocked Erlang's legs.

As he spoke, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first quarter.

Hu Xiaohai turned his head to the scoreboard. The cold electronic scoreboard reads "29:24".

"Looks like they're not going to let us down." Hu Xiaohai sneered.

"Brother Hu, what do you mean...... I don't really understand......" Blade Face was still confused.

"How many whys are you? 100,000 to the power of 100,000? How come you don't understand anything? Hu Xiaohai wanted to get angry, but he held back, "Forget it, let me ask you something that you must understand." What do you say, what will both sides do at the beginning of the second quarter? ”

"I'll go to the bench first." The knife face finally replaced his almost half-unchanged bewildered expression.

Hu Xiaohai patted the head of the knife face: "Congratulations, you are finally not stupid." ”

"By what you mean, I've always been stupid?!" The knife face is more like crying than the black fat man.

"At least you're smarter than him, and you'll know what I mean right away." Hu Xiaohai pointed at the black fat man and said to the knife face.

"Brother Hu, I'm smart on the court, when I was in elementary school, no one in the whole school could grab rebounds that could grab me! Middle school too! The black fat man was not convinced.

"Then can you guarantee to restrain Li Changgeng now?" Hu Xiaohai asked.

"This ...... I'm afraid it's hard to ......" The black fat man was deflated again.

Although Li Changgeng didn't play a few balls just now, seeing his exquisite techniques, he also knew that he was not that material.

"Then you don't have to guarantee it, you just play normally." Hu Xiaohai exhaled.

"Why?" The black fat man asked.

"Because, Li Changgeng's biggest weakness is himself." Hu Xiaohai set his sights on Hong Cheng's bench.

"Judging from the first quarter of the game, there was not much difference between them and us." Li Changgeng took a sip of water.

"yes, that 15 is too difficult to deal with." Sima Shenji tightened his wrist guards.

"There are no easy opponents here." Nongguang said.

"Brother Kuan, are you tired?" Li Changgeng handed over the towel to show concern.

"I'm not tired, but I need to save and recuperate." Yan Kuan put the towel on the empty chair next to him.

"Can I take a break? I'm tired too. Sima Shenji said.

"Okay, I'll go." Luo Tian got up from his chair, "Amu, you play small forward, okay?" ”

"No problem." Amu nodded.

"Okay, so be it, try to keep the lead as much as possible, don't get overtaken." Yan Kuan waved his hand.

"Hongcheng, you will win!" Five players returned to the field.

The Luoyang Bing team also made several substitutions. The starters except Wang Xiaotian and Ou Feng all went down, and the two substitutes who replaced them wore No. 2 and No. 13 respectively.

"That's two good numbers." Yan Kuan teased.

"Boss, what's the good number?" Sima Shenji asked after swallowing a mouthful of water.

"One two, one thirteen." Yan Kuan pointed to the two substitutes of Luo Yangbing's team that had just come on the field.

"Drop-" The referee blew the whistle to announce the start of the second quarter.

Luo Yang Bing serves. No. 2 dribbled through the half.

The rhythm of the players on both sides has slowed down a lot, and after running to their respective positions, they basically don't move, only Ou Feng is still running around asking for positions. Luo Tian clung to him tightly, but also kept his distance from him as much as possible, so as not to be blown foul and he didn't understand why.

No. 2 thought for a second, moved two steps to the right front, stood firm, and threw three points in the face of Li Changgeng - striking iron.

Nongguang and No. 13 jumped up from the left and right of the penalty area at the same time, but neither of them got the ball - the ball flew into Luo Tian's hands. Lotien managed to keep the rebound in the backcourt.

"It seems that as soon as that Ding Huangguang goes, the height and level of their inner line will immediately decrease." Tao Ran tightened his watch.

"Not necessarily, it's just a ball." Sima Shenji replied.

"Bang-" Amu faced the No. 15 mid-shot - striking iron. Zhou Junyang made a basket - hit the iron again. Wang Xiaotian grabbed the rebound.

"Attack!" Wang Xiaotian threw the ball to No. 2, who was rushing forward.

Amu jumped suddenly, stretched out his hand, and slammed it on the ball, changing the trajectory of the ball.

The ball flew directly into the hands of Luo Tian on the bottom line, Luo Tian didn't say a word, he shot directly and hollowed into the net. 31：24。

"Good!" Sima Shenji stood up from his chair and waved his left arm to cheer loudly.

"Damn!" Wang Xiaotian scolded and threw the ball to No. 2 again.

No. 2 directly came with a long pass in the air, Ou Feng received the ball at a zero degree angle, made a three-point shot, and hit. 31：27。

"It's fine." Nongguang said to Luo Tian.

Li Changgeng dribbled across the half court and passed the ball to Zhou Junyang. Zhou Junyang faced Wang Xiaotian and turned around and threw his hand. Hollow into the net. 33：27。

Wang Xiaotian's mouth crooked, but he didn't say anything. The audience was not as enthusiastic as just now, and the cheering was much weaker.

Ding Huangcan sat on the bench, his face was blue, and he didn't say a word.

"Smack-" No. 2 made another three-point iron, which bounced directly into Nongguang's hand. Nongguang immediately threw the ball to Li Changgeng, who dribbled the ball over half the court and passed the ball from No. 2's head to Zhou Junyang's hand.

Number 13 immediately came over. Wang Xiaotian was on the left, No. 13 was on the right, and Luo Tian was sandwiched in the middle, and the three formed an angle slightly larger than zero degrees. (To be continued.) )