Yang Fan slept very comfortably this afternoon, and when he opened his eyes again, the room was already dark. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yang Fan sat up subconsciously, thinking that it was bad, he must have slept, and took out his mobile phone to look at the time.

It was only a little after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not yet time to assemble. Yang Fan opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight instantly filled the room, Yang Fan didn't feel that the sun was shining at all, but there was an indescribable sense of comfort.

When I entered the Hangzhou Gymnasium again, it was already the eve of the game. Compared with Hefei, the basketball atmosphere in Hangzhou is a little stronger, and in the locker room, Yang Fan can already hear the noise in the stadium.

Coach Zheng was explaining the tactics before the game, and he wrote three words on the whiteboard: "offense", "passion" and "to the death". Coach Zheng drew three circles around the three words "Death Protrusion".

"Must break through! Breakthrough! They have an advantage on the inside, find a way to shrink them to the inside, so that the outside line has a chance! Do you understand? Coach Zheng's saliva flew everywhere, "Don't be afraid of blocks, they don't have that ability, and the striker will die on the inside!" ”

Coach Zheng encouraged everyone with enthusiasm, and the players were also full of passion.

"Do you understand? If you understand, give Lao Tzu a roar! Coach Zheng threw the pen in his hand and shouted at everyone.

"Understood!"

"Get out!"

Yang Fan followed the team out of the players' tunnel. The lights in the Hangzhou Gymnasium are very dazzling, just like the sun in the afternoon, and Yang Fan can even feel the temperature brought by the lights on his face.

"What a wonderful venue." Yang Fan took a deep breath.

The game began, and Yang Fan served as the team's starting organizational defender as no surprise.

The Wen team strictly followed the guidance of Coach Zheng, and Yang Fan and Jackson kept attacking the inside of the Guangsha team with two forwards. The tactic worked, and Jackson's small tank size caused five fouls in the first quarter, and although the score was deadlocked, the Moons led by two points at 18-16. But the inside line of the Cantons almost got bogged down in foul play.

The biggest difficulty in the away game, apart from the fatigue of the journey, is the atmosphere at home. The DJ of the Guangsha team will always play some very tight rhythm music when the Wen team is attacking, and this music will speed up little by little as the time progresses.

Yang Fan is very uncomfortable with this feeling, and he can't help but speed up the rhythm with the music. In contrast, Jackson is as deaf as he is, playing his own rhythm unhurriedly.

Coach Zheng was afraid that Yang Fan would make a mistake, so he replaced Yang Fan in the second quarter.

The Guangsha team suddenly changed their lineup in the second quarter and began to play one big plus four small. Taking advantage of the speed advantage of the four little men, he constantly assisted in defense, wanting to strangle the attack of the Wen first team in the link before the breakthrough.

This tactic is very specific to the lineup of the Wen Yi team on the field. In addition to Jackson, the offensive ability of the forward guard of the Wenyi team is not strong, and once Jackson is strictly defended, in addition to relying on his own personal ability to force a layup, he can't find a good opportunity to play the ball. And even if it is passed out, the forward guard of the first team of Wen has chosen to shoot, and there is no other effective way.

The score was pulled apart in the second quarter, and the Cantons ended the quarter 52-39.

At halftime, Coach Zheng was furious in the locker room. "You guys are too soft, you have to move the ball more, and you're tired of these dogs!" He kept paddling his running route on the blackboard, and his saliva was about to run dry.

"Yang Fan! What did you tell Lao Tzu? What about your rhythm, all the running away with people? ”

Yang Fan covered his mouth with a towel and didn't dare to say anything.

"I want to use this to poke your ears blind, I can't listen to my words, listen to music to the ear, you don't play ball, go back to the conservatory! Hold a concert Lao Tzu spent money to buy your tickets! ”

The other team members held back their laughter when they heard this, and Dawei also pinched Yang Fan's arm.

"Are you still smiling? Call me back in the second half, this one can't be won, I told the boss, disbanded on the spot, don't be embarrassed! Lao Tzu wants face! Coach Zheng slapped his cheek with his hand.

"Yang Fan, I'll give you another 5 minutes in the second half, and then you can go back to school directly in the evening!" Coach Zheng threw the pen away, "Get out!" ”

The players came out of the dressing room in disgrace and sat on the bench waiting for the second half to begin.

Yang Fan had never felt his heart beating so fast, and he tried to adjust, hoping to make his mood more relaxed, but he found that it was basically in vain.

In the third quarter, the Guangsha team still used the lineup of the first half, which is understandable, and no team in the lead will actively seek change.

Wen Yi team served, Yang Fan attacked with the ball, and the music played in the gymnasium "Bell ~~~ Bell ~~~ Bell, Bell ~~~ Bell ~~" Yang Fan tried not to think about this music, but he found that he couldn't do it.

The music of "Bell~~Bell~~Bell~Bell~Bell~Bell" became more and more compact, and when the 13th "Bell" sounded, Yang Fan couldn't control his hand and threw the ball out of the rhythm.

With a clean sound, the three-point shot went in.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if the fish bone in his throat had been pulled out.

The Guangsha team quickly organized a counterattack, and although the Wen team did a good job of defense, they still failed to stop the opponent's attack.

The ball returned to Yang Fan's hand again, and the music was still playing in the arena again, but this music suddenly became much more pleasant to Yang Fan's ears now. Yang Fan shot with the drum every time, and then it was as if it was booked, and he could score every time.

Yang Fan began to be unreasonable, he didn't care how the opponent defended, and no matter where he was standing, as long as he had the ball in his hand and could hear the drum beat in his ears, he would shoot.

Yang Fan also knew that it was wrong to play like this, but there was no way, and the three-point shots again and again not only made him more and more confident, but also faster and faster. Before every shot, he told himself to shoot the last ball and the next time. But this thing is like some psychotropic drugs, once you get it, you get addicted. In the entire third quarter, Yang Fan made a total of 8 shots, all of which were hit without exception.

At the end of the third quarter, the Cantons were 65-63 and only led by two points.

"Yang Fan, who the let you blind *several* throwing randomly" As soon as he sat on the bench, Coach Zheng was scolded indiscriminately.

"Coach, I swear, as long as I don't score a goal, I won't play like this!" Yang Fan knew that he was not doing it right, so he quickly explained.

Coach Zheng nodded and didn't say anything.