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"Hey, Blackie, are you okay?" Yang Bin came over with some worry and asked.

"I have a big problem, but I can't use my shoulders, so I probably won't be able to help." The other party said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, you go down and have a good rest, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Yang Bin comforted.

Half of what Yang Bin said was to buy people's hearts, and half of it was also the truth. For him, basketball is just a means to enhance his charm, and he has no special love for it. So, of course, it's good to win, and if he loses, he can change another means to increase his charm.

However, there is still half a sentence he has not yet spoken: except for this game. The reason why he was so involved before was because he was acting in front of Tong Qiuyan on the one hand, and because He Kun's "betrayal" angered him on the other hand. And now, he has to add another reason - He Qingping hurt his little brother. Although he is a little brother who doesn't pay much attention, but being hurt in front of him is equivalent to a slap in the face. This kind of thing is something that Yang Bin resolutely can't bear.

The opponent made a substitution, watching the opponent's black strong man get off the field, He Kun also immediately proposed a substitution and went on the field with an injury.

The final minutes were the real tiebreaker, and in order to compete for a place in the group, the main players of both sides gave 100 per cent of their strength. The role players who used to play soy sauce are now starting to play under the leadership of the main players.

Yang Bin is a head taller than He Kun in terms of physical fitness, ball skills, or overall situation. Before, he fell into individual singles mode, just thinking about his own performance, and he didn't care so much about winning or losing. Now that he was blocked by He Qingping for a few balls in a row, he was bent on winning, so he quickly switched to the mode of blocking defenders and began to pass the ball to his teammates.

The role players of their team, in the end, were selected from the two classes, and their personal abilities were better than those of the 11th class of the first year of high school, whether it was running open seats or playing alone, they had a very advantage, and gradually they began to score some goals. Even if the goal is not scored, there is a rebounding guarantee from a tall and thin man - He Qingping went to defend Yang Bin, so he had no chance to rush to grab the rebound.

On He Kun's side, although the opponent's defender had gone down, it was Yang Bin who took the initiative to defend He Kun, and also limited his breakthrough to death. He Kun failed to break through several times and could only try to shoot from a distance, but it may be because his eyes did not fully recover, and he failed to shoot several times. Fortunately, He Qingping still maintained an absolute advantage in offensive rebounding and continued the offense, otherwise, the score might have been pulled away.

Now there is a strange phenomenon on the court, both sides are able to grab most of the offensive rebounds and keep their offense safe. On the defensive end, they both conceded a lot of rebounds. This is very rare in basketball, and this is also due to the characteristics of the players on both sides.

"There's one minute left in the clock!" Fan Lihua's reminder sounded on the sidelines, and Fan Lihua, who had been indifferent in this game, slowly regained her vitality in the final quarter of the competition.

He Kun looked at the scoreboard, now the score is 53-50, their side is still 3 points behind the opponent, and it is still the opponent's offensive round. It seems that there is no chance anymore, Yang Bin is a little desperate and resentful, if he is not injured, he should have a chance to win. He didn't even think that the other side also had a wounded man sitting on the sidelines.

He Qingping, who defended Yang Bin, was a little anxious, although after he defended Yang Bin, the opponent never scored. But seeing that the balls passed by the other party were scored by others, He Qingping felt that he also had a certain responsibility.

It's not going to work like this, you have to find a way, or you'll lose. He Qingping thought about it and sat down to decide. Well, since I have my responsibility, then I will take it all on.

Yang Bin controlled the ball in the middle, and He Qingping defended. Seeing that a player on the right side had a chance to play singles, he did not hesitate to pass the ball. Let's score one more goal and we'll be five points ahead and we'll win. Yang Bin thought like this, and suddenly felt that there was a flower in front of him, and He Qingping, who was still in front of him just now, was gone. Yang Bin looked sideways, and sure enough, the kid ran to the right side to defend the person with the ball.

This is...... Push to defend!

He Qingping rushed over too fast, and almost no one on the field reacted. The man who received the ball was still dribbling slowly, delaying time and looking for an opportunity to break through. He only heard Yang Bin shouting, "Be careful!" The ball that had been dribbled a moment ago did not come back to his hand.

After He Qingping successfully stealed, he saw that his teammates in front of him, no matter who it was, and threw it directly. It was He Kun who saw that he had the opportunity to run fast, and after receiving the ball, he was flat in front of him and made an easy layup.

"Good shot!"

"Okay, let's take advantage of the situation and overtake the score in one go."

Fan Lihua led the cheerleaders to cheer on the sidelines.

There was only one point missing, He Kun thought, and glanced at He Qingping with a complicated expression. The other party's progress was so fast that he felt incredible. He has always felt that He Qingping is just a basketball newcomer, and at most he can only rely on his speed and bounce to do a good job of individual defense and rush rebounds. Seeing He Qingping able to make changes and control his defensive rhythm before, He Kun was already very surprised. I didn't expect him to comprehend such tactical-related blows as pressing at this last moment. When He Kun felt desperate just now, even he forgot that there was still a trick to use to force and grab. Well, since even you can do that, so can I.

Although they are still ahead, it is clear that the momentum of the United team has suffered a big blow, and both the cheerleaders on the sidelines and the players on the field are a little worried. Especially the players on the field, when they saw He Qingping, they all had a little jealous look in it.

Yang Bin was also a little annoyed, if he had dribbled the ball just now, he would not have made such a mistake. While dribbling, he secretly thought that he would definitely not be passing the ball this time. In any case, now the scales of victory are still tilted on their side. As long as there are no more mistakes and the time for this round of offense is exhausted, a few books have already been won.

Yang Bin thought so and dribbled the ball across the half court. As soon as the ball was halfway through, he saw He Kun on the left side give up his defender and run towards him. There was a leak over there, Yang Bin hesitated, it stands to reason that it is best to pass it on. But at this juncture, he believes in himself more, even if the opponent is two people, it is impossible to snatch the ball.

When Yang Bin was hesitating, for a moment, he saw He Kun show a shocked expression, and suddenly he stopped himself. Then he saw his team members start to turn around and run behind him, and then a voice came through the sidelines, "Brother Yang, be careful!" Only then did he react and wanted to hold the ball, but it was no longer in his hand, only the air.

He turned around and saw He Qingping dribbling the ball in a beginner's position, and then using a beginner's posture to make a layup in three steps. The empty basket hasn't gone in...... He whispered something and then jumped up to make up for another one, and finally entered!

From the steal to the goal, everyone hadn't reacted yet, and it wasn't until the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game that the 11th class of the first year of high school remembered a burst of earth-shattering cheers.