The referee's whistle pulled the pensive Yang Fan back to reality. Yang Fan, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, did not rush to play, but first lowered his head and tightened his shoelaces, "I'm going to work hard for you in a while, brother!" Yang Fan thought silently in his heart. At this moment, Xiong Fangzheng was already preparing to serve at the baseline, and the other teammates were also in position in the opponent's half. On the side of the Physics Academy, No. 15 stood in front of Xiong Fangzheng, ready to interfere with his serve, while the other players were clinging to their markers.

Yang Fan walked to the field and signaled to the referee that he was ready. The referee nodded and blew the whistle for the start of the second half. Xiong Fangzheng sent the ball to Yang Fan, and then ran into the court. After Yang Fan got the ball, he immediately passed it back to Xiong Fangzheng and let Xiong Fangzheng dribble through the half. No. 15 ignored Xiong Fangzheng, still clinging to Yang Fan, and followed him every step of the way through the half. Xiong Fangzheng dribbled the ball from a 45-degree angle, looking for an opportunity to pass or break through. Yang Fan is standing on the three-point line at the 90-degree position at the moment, which is the position with the highest shooting percentage of Yang Fan. On the opposite side, No. 15 desperately stuck to Yang Fan, not giving him a chance to get the ball, and even wanted to squeeze him back. Xiong Fangzheng started to break through, and Yang Fan at this time also suddenly retracted his strength and no longer resisted with No. 15. Due to the loss of confrontation, No. 15 almost fell, although he still stood firm under the effort, but at this moment, Yang Fan had already thrown off him and ran to the weak side. Although No. 4 on the opposite side has been defending Zhang Shengsheng, but when he saw Yang Fan running out of space, he didn't care about Zhang Shengsheng, and ran directly over to make up for Yang Fan. Just before he ran in front of Yang Fan, Xiong Fangzheng's ball had already passed into Yang Fan's hand. At this time, if Yang Fan chooses to jump shot, he will definitely advance steadily. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan did not shoot, but was waiting for the No. 4 to come over to make up for the defense.

No. 4 thought it was too late, and almost jumped up to try to cover Yang Fan's pitch. Seeing that Yang Fan didn't mean to shoot, he stood still and opened his hands to take a defensive posture.

"You had a good dunk just now." Yang Fan said to No. 4 with the ball in his left hand. The corners of No. 4's left mouth rose slightly, but he didn't say anything. "It's just ugly." After saying this, Yang Fan suddenly dribbled the ball from his left hand to his right hand, and at the same time, his right foot began to take a big step forward. Yang Fan's step was very large, and the speed was also very fast, No. 4 had already been passed by him without reacting at all, and Yang Fan, who threw off No. 4, jumped directly with his left foot, and at the same time raised the ball high with one hand in his right hand, and the left hand that ensured balance stretched like a ****** wing. Then he dunked the ball into the basket as the players on the court watched. It's a dunk that can only be seen in a live game, but it's here in this school game!

"Wow!" A boy on the field erupted in admiration, and then the whole stadium boiled, and some girls even screamed. Yang Fan was still hanging on the basket with one hand, his eyes were looking at his sneakers, and he silently thought in his heart: "Hard work, brother." Then he let go of his right hand and fell down.

The players from the New Mission Academy all ran over and hugged Yang Fan, and Zhang Shengsheng rubbed Yang Fan's head vigorously. Yang Fan's face was expressionless, and he pointed to the "00" on his chest with his finger, his eyes were full of murderous aura. It was like a shot of doping for journalism school, and the players quickly threw themselves into the defense, completely devoid of the fatigue of the first half.

The Physics School didn't seem to be at all deterred by the dunk, and they started to attack without hurrying. After the ball passed the half, the opposite No. 1 held the ball to organize the attack, and he faced Yang Fan's defense. "You're not going to say something to me, are you?" The other No. 1 was the first to speak, and he tried to distract Yang Fan by speaking. "Yes, I have to thank you." Yang Fan responded. "Oh?" Number 1 began to dribble under his crotch and was looking for an opportunity. "Because you reminded me that I'm not just going to shoot threes." Yang Fan suddenly stood up straight. "And what else would you do?" Seeing Yang Fan standing up straight, No. 1 suddenly slapped the ball forward and prepared to break through. Yang Fan's eyes were quick, and he directly broke the ball: "Like this!" Yang Fan, who threw down this sentence, quickly held the ball and attacked the front court. Yang Fan's speed was too fast, before the ball was broken, there were still two people in front of Yang Fan in the School of Physics, but when Yang Fan passed the half, there was no one in front of him.

"Buckle one! Buckle one! Outside the court, some classmates were encouraging Yang Fan to dunk, Yang Fan smiled slightly, jumped one step forward from the free throw line, and dunked the ball with both hands. Because Yang Fan stayed in the air for a long time, even if it was this kind of ordinary dunk, the ornamentation was much higher than the reluctant dunk of No. 4 opposite just now. After deducting the ball, Yang Fan picked up the ball and put it in the bottom line. It was only at this moment that the opposing defender followed. "Too slow!" Yang Fan taunted No. 1.

"Oooo Suddenly, music rang out from the audience. This music immediately attracted the attention of the audience, Yang Fan followed the gaze of the classmates in the audience, and it turned out that it was Feng Liya who played the music. She didn't know where to get a stereo, and seeing that Yang Fan noticed her, Feng Liya kept waving at Yang Fan, and at the same time used her other hand to pull Chen Muyu who was Mu Ne next to her. Chen Muyu was not as excited as Feng Liya, but just grinned at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan also smiled at the two of them, this song Yang Fan is very familiar with, this is the theme song of "Slam Dunk", whenever this song is remembered, Yang Fan's heart has a kind of power surging. But on the court, Yang Fan heard this song for the first time, and he suddenly had a feeling that he was Liuchuan Feng on this court at this moment.

Maybe it's the motivation of the singing, maybe it's the catharsis of the depression of the first half. Yang Fan poured out his strength without reservation. When defending, Yang Fan sits on the inside line alone, constantly stealing, blocking, grabbing rebounds and forcing the opponent to make mistakes. On the offensive end, Yang Fan only used dunks to solve the battle. He single-handedly brought the whole rhythm to a fast pace, and none of the players in the physics academy adapted to this rhythm, and soon he was tired and out of breath, and the No. 15 on the opposite side was even tired and cramped. The second half had been played for 13 minutes, and the score had become 60-56, and the Physics School had not scored a single point.

After all, the Physics Academy still has a certain level, and seeing that the game is about to end, they are ready to give it a go. They no longer play breakouts, leaving only No. 4 to grab rebounds on the inside, and the remaining four guys are all on the outside to grab three-pointers. The players of the New Mission Academy are not stupid, after the start of the second half, they did not participate in the attack much, and compared with the Physics School, the New Mission Academy is more physically active at the moment. They also learned to defend themselves in close quarters from the School of Physics, and under the physical exhaustion and the oppressive defense of the New School of Communication, the outside line of the School of Physics could not be opened. The game was over quickly, and the final score was fixed at 78-59. The New School of Communication has won the first school championship since the establishment of the school!

As soon as the referee's whistle sounded, the students of the New Mission Academy under the field rushed to the field, Yang Fan let out a long howl, and then lay on the court. But before he could lie down for a while, he was lifted up by his classmates and thrown high into the air. Every time the male classmates threw Yang Fan, they shouted: "Yang Fan! Terrific! The girls also stood around the boys, and every time Yang Fan was caught, they shouted: "Yang Fan! You're the most handsome! In this way, in the shouts of "Amazing, you are the most handsome", Yang Fan was thrown up again and again and caught again.

"We are champions" Yang Fan thought to himself, "but this is not enough!" ”