"That's not going to work, Captain!" The No. 4 on the other side suggested, "We're still a lot ahead, we have to press down the tempo." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" 1 nodded in agreement.

The Faculty of Arts players continued to serve, and after No. 1 dribbled the ball across the halfcourt, he was no longer as arrogant as before, and winning smoothly was now his goal. Yang Fan saw that he wanted to delay time, so he hurriedly posted it, wanting to force him to play or make a mistake. No. 1 on the opposite side was not stupid, knowing that his skills were not as good as Yang Fan, he passed the ball before Yang Fan posted it. "Tight!" Yang Fan gave another order, and the well-trained members of the New Transmission Academy immediately understood the captain's intentions, and they all clinged to their respective defensive targets. This kind of kraft candy style of defense made the Academy of Arts team very uncomfortable, and after two or three passes of the ball, the opposite power forward conceded the ball. Xiong Fangzheng's eyes were quick, he grabbed the ball into his arms first, and then quickly searched for Yang Fan. Yang Fan was rushing towards the opposite basket at the moment, and the opposite No. 1 was closely behind him. In order not to delay this fleeting opportunity for fast attack, Xiong Fangzheng used all his strength to throw the ball to the frontcourt.

Xiong Fangzheng had a lot of strength, the ball was thrown high by him, and the opposite No. 1 wanted to intercept the ball in the air, but he didn't jump rashly because he didn't feel sure. After flying in the air for some distance, the basketball finally couldn't escape gravity and began to sink. At this time, Yang Fan had already run to the basket, but the opposite No. 1 did not lose it, and arrived 1 second later, he clinged to Yang Fan, not wanting him to score easily. Yang Fan ignored him, predicted the position of the ball and jumped up. No. 1 on the opposite side didn't jump, but just pushed Yang Fan's waist with his elbow, and seeing that Yang Fan was about to get the ball, his elbow pushed Yang Fan's waist hard. At this time, Yang Fan was in the air, and he immediately lost his center of gravity when he pushed him like this, and it was impossible to hold the ball with both hands, so he could only watch the ball pass over his head. Unwillingly, he suddenly remembered the humiliation he had been made last week: "That big man...... He ...... "Yang Fan suddenly remembered the wonderful goal of No. 4. He tried his best to adjust his posture, and then tried to stretch out his right hand, and the palm of his hand finally caught up with the basketball, he wanted to learn the number 4 and dunk the ball in, but because his body was too weak, he couldn't dunk at the height at the moment. Yang Fan had to press down the back fingers of his wrist to make the thrown ball spin quickly. Yang Fan fell heavily to the ground, and the ball bounced into the basket after smashing into the rebound. Then it also smashed on Yang Fan's body.

"Beep~" The referee whistled hurriedly while running towards Yang Fan. The members of the New Mission Academy also rushed over, Zhang Shengsheng was very angry, and pushed away No. 1, who was still next to Yang Fan. In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, all three referees came over and pulled the players from both sides away. It was a malicious foul, and according to the rules of the school game, the opposite No. 1 was sent off the field directly. No. 1 on the other side quibbled with the referee very innocently, saying that he just didn't control his inertia and ran into Yang Fan, but the referee ignored it and signaled him to leave the field quickly.

The students of the New Mission Academy all gathered around, and Yang Fan didn't stand up for a long time, just lying on the ground and covering his waist. At this moment, the captain of the art academy who was off the field, that is, the No. 1 who was sent off, leaked a weird smile from his mouth. He felt that if this foul could directly abolish Yang Fan, then it would be worth it.

It was just an ordinary school game, but he was so unscrupulous in order to win, which probably no one could have imagined.

The referee was discussing with Zhang Shengsheng and asked him to find a few classmates to carry Yang Fan to the infirmary, so as not to delay the treatment, and another classmate here to continue the game. When Zhang Shengsheng was about to call Hu Shenhu on the sidelines to come up to replace him, Yang Fan waved his hand to signal that he was fine, and then stood up with difficulty. Feng Liya also felt distressed when she saw him like this: "Don't force it, if you lose this game, you will lose, don't get hurt." Chen Muyu kept wiping her sweat for Yang Fan, although she didn't say anything, she also hoped very much in her heart that Yang Fan would not continue to fight.

"It's okay, the game will be over in a while." Yang Fan motioned to pull him, and the two teammates around him immediately stretched out their hands to pull him up.

Seeing this, the referee came over and asked if Yang Fan could really insist, Yang Fan shook his head and said that it was okay, the game could continue. The game went on normally, and the new mission academy made three free throws and one throw. "Brush, brush, brush", Yang Fan quickly made three free throws, 34-50. The new mission academy continued to serve, and the ball was passed to Yang Fan's hand, and after Yang Fan stood still, it was a three-point shot, and then scored! At 37-50, the New Mission Academy trailed by only 13 points.

The momentum of the art academy was completely suppressed, and without the captain, they would become flies without heads. Offense and defense seem to be out of order. The new mission academy is playing more and more easily, except for Yang Fan's three points, other players also began to score, helping Yang Fan share the pressure. Over time, the score became 56-57 and now only one point behind.

The scorers on the sidelines reminded the players on the field that there was one minute left in the game. This reminder is undoubtedly a stimulant for the players of the art academy, if they can hold on to this last minute, they can still advance.

In this last minute, the Academy of Arts took the lead in attacking, and they were still not in a hurry and wanted to play a success rate. For the new mission academy, this goal must be guarded down no matter what, otherwise Yang Fan's state may not be able to win it even if he scores overtime.

The opposing defender kept directing his teammates to run during the dribble, and the new mission academy was obviously unable to keep up with the physical strength because it had been using full-court pressing in the second half, and after several breakthroughs on the opposite side, the substitute striker on the opposite side ran out of a gap. Yang Fan secretly screamed that it was not good, but he was no longer able to make up for it, and the moment he jumped up on the opposite side, Yang Fan closed his eyes, and he didn't dare to look at it.

"Beautiful!" Hearing someone cheering, Yang Fan immediately felt that it was over, and the goal should have been scored. But then he reacted: Why is this sound so familiar? He hurriedly opened his eyes, it was no one else who was cheering, it was Zhou Xiaochuan on the sidelines, Yang Fan only saw that everyone was running to the front, and then looked ahead, Xiong Fangzheng was in the front, and in front of him was basketball. Yang Fan didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that the ball just now was defended. Xiong Fangzheng caught up with the ball, and also got a great chance to score - there was no one under the basket opposite, and at this time, the students of the art academy had already given up the chase, and they all slowed down to accept the final fate, but they gave in a little too early. Maybe it's because the physical fitness can't keep up, or maybe the pressure on this last ball is too much, in short, the result is: Xiong Fangzheng's empty basket this time didn't improve.

"Oops!" There was a pity here, and the opposing center hurried over to grab the rebound. Time was running out, and the center didn't think much about it and threw the ball directly into this half. I also want to play a fast break, even if I can't hit it, the ball will probably not have time to shoot again. His idea was really good, but it was a pity that he didn't notice that Yang Fan was still here, Yang Fan tried his last bit of strength, grabbed the ball before the opposite player, and the scoreboard began to count the seconds "10,9......" Yang Fan ran desperately to the frontcourt, just wanting to get a little more out of the frame. "5,4......" has passed the halftime, "3,2......" has not yet reached the three-point line, "beep~~" The referee's whistle sounded again, and Yang Fan fell to the ground. The classmates gathered around, Yang Fan looked at their faces, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could only hear his own breathing.

"It wasn't supposed to be this tough. Who is to blame? Well, Feng Liya should be blamed, when I wake up, I must talk about her. ”