14:6, just three minutes into the opening game, the score was a little embarrassing, looking like he was about to be beaten, although the assistant coach kept asking for a timeout, but Yang Bufan felt that it was better to wait: "The points they get are all based on their personal ability, and then observe it." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Xia Yang Middle School ball possession, Zhang Zhilan dribbled over half the court, repeated the skill, constantly broke through the impact in disguise, and after several blocks and dismantling covers, the ball was distributed to Gao Wenjie, which is still the most familiar killing place.

Gao Wenjie opened his hand and voted.

A black shadow suddenly pressed in front of him, and Tu Jun came out of nowhere and slapped Gao Wenjie's shooting basket with one palm.

The ball was fanned back to the floor and bounced high again.

Everyone saw that the final trajectory of the ball was near Wu Hao.

Wu Hao looked up at the ball in the sky, stuck in the best landing point, and even stuck his teammate Zhang Zhilan at the best point.

Tu Jun smiled, brutally intervened, and his strong physical fitness was fully displayed at this moment.

I saw that as soon as Tu Jun and Wu Hao's body came into contact, Wu Hao suddenly gave up the best point that had been stuck for a long time.

"Hey, my." Tu Jun raised his head and opened his arms, and without waiting for the ball to land, the whole person slammed up.

Tu Jun's explosive power and bouncing power directly crushed Wu Hao, who was desperately jumping, raised one arm high, and directly pulled the ball out of the sky like a moon.

"Here you go!" After Tu Jun took out the ball, his unreasonable physical fitness exploded again, and he regained his strength directly in mid-air and threw the ball out.

Thrown out!

From a distance, Tu Jun felt as if he was standing on the ground and passing the ball, very easily.

The two figures soared almost at the same time, chasing to the front, Zhou Tianxue pounced from the bottom line, rescued the ball stubbornly, and threw it to Zong Qizu behind him.

Zong Qizu received the ball head-on and jumped directly to dunk.

This series of cooperation was extremely fast, and it was not until Zong Qizu successfully dunked that there was a large uproar in the stands.

"Damn, the speed of the two of them is really fast, they don't have to deliberately practice to participate in the 100-meter race, right? As far as I can see, they should be between 11 seconds per 100 meters. ”

"Braggart, right? Our school's 100-meter record is only 11.5 seconds, right? ”

"Zong Qizu doesn't know if it's okay or not, but that one called Zhou Tianxue must be able to run within 11 seconds, I just saw that Zhou Tianxue was two meters behind when he started, but the two of them ran to the front, and Zhou Tianxue was already in front."

The assistant teacher of Xia Yang Middle School was dumbfounded, turned his head to look at Yang Bufan, and asked, "16 to 6, is this ball considered a cooperation?" ”

Yang Bufan felt that he couldn't slap himself in the face at this time, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and said nonsense: "Tu Jun first blocked Gao Wenjie, and then grabbed the ball, relying on his physical fitness, not to mention Zhou Tianxue and Zong Qizu, if there was no such speed, the ball would have gone out of bounds long ago, so it is still their personal ability that is at work." ”

"......" The assistant teacher of Xia Yang Middle School was completely speechless, and said quietly for a long time: "Coach, 16 to 6, if you continue to fight like this, you will be beaten in the first quarter." ”

"Wait...... Observe for a minute! Yang Bufan is the head coach after all, after such a decision, several assistant coaches stopped talking, but sighed in their hearts: Alas, if you want to save face and suffer from it, if the ball just now is considered a personal ability, then they are all personal abilities! You don't need to cooperate, just kill us in a few clicks!

Li Feng looked at the opposite side with some surprise, where Yang Bufan, who looked calm, was standing, "I'll go, the difference is 10, and you still stand flat?" What do you mean? ”

However, since Yang Bufan did not call a timeout, Li Feng would not eat salty radishes and worry about reminding him, so he leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, held his hands in front of his chest and watched Xia Yang Middle School advance with the ball.

This time, Lai Qihong, who has been colliding with Yin Cheng's inner muscles, reached out to ask for the ball.

Zhang Zhilan hesitated, but saw that there was no obvious opportunity for others, but Lai Qihong was trying his best to resist Yin Cheng, and there was a slight vacancy on the side of the ball that reached out, so he divided the ball.

As soon as Lai Qihong caught the ball, the people in Guangming Middle School were not interested in going to the bag, and they still hung behind the opponent unhurriedly or slowly.

snapped, the ball hit the floor hard, bounced back into his hand, and with the advantage of attack, Lai Qihong tried to push it in.

This top, there is a suspicion of offensive fouls, but the referee did not blow it, after all, it is in the three-second zone, at any level of the game, on the inside, the referee can enhance physical contact by default.

Although the physical talent and strength are not Yin Cheng's opponents, Lai Qihong is also an inside center who has been mixed for many years after all, and there is a suspicion of foul play on this top, so Yin Cheng has a body back after being impacted.

Lai Qihong caught the instability of Yincheng's center of gravity in a timely manner, and was immediately overjoyed, holding the ball and rushing again!

Rumble! At the same time that Yincheng fell to the ground, Lai Qihong got up and dunked wildly!

The fallen Yin Cheng only made one move.

Lying on the ground and turning his head to look at the referee.

And then the referee didn't blow!

"Damn!" Zong Qizu was the first to rush up and hit the excited Lai Qihong with his chest, and roared: "Are you too badly beaten!" ”

Lai Qihong was in a state of excitement, Leng Buding was hit by Zong Qi Ancestor, and his heart suddenly became furious, and he looked at Zong Qi Ancestor, who was half a cut lower than himself, and responded: "What to pretend, it's up to you?" ”

"Groove!" Zong Qizu jumped up and wanted to punch it, but before the fist that swung up fell, he was grabbed by a hand behind him by his wrist, and he could no longer carry out the plan of tyranny.

Zong Qizu turned his head angrily and saw Zhou Tianxue.

Zhou Tianxue shook his head, the meaning was obvious.

It's just that Zhou Tianxue stopped Zong Qizu, and he couldn't stop the slaughter army anymore!

A high school league thorn that everyone has forgotten for the time being!

Tu Jun went to Lai Qihong's back quietly, although the private relationship was not as iron as everyone seemed at this time, but Tu Jun had one thing that was recognized.

Someone once said: Fight against Tu Jun? If you're going to fight, think about the cat going up and killing the slaughter army first, so that you can still have a preemptive advantage, otherwise you will have to face his fist no matter who you attack first.

At this time, facing Tu Jun's big fist in the casserole was the back of Lai Qihong's head.

Everyone on the field couldn't stop the fist that was about to hit it.

"You're it!" There was a sudden shout from outside the court, and Li Feng jumped into the basketball court in a hurry, and then rushed across the half court, and went up to be a scud, directly kicking the stunned Tu Jun who was shouted.

The referee looked at the absurd scene in front of him, biting the whistle and not knowing whether to blow it, if so, who to blow?

Suddenly, a Tai Chi ball that had not been seen for a long time suddenly appeared.

Glory Mass Burial: With more than 20 assists in the first half, you will receive "Fist of Artey".

Zhou Tianxue's eyes suddenly darkened, and he secretly shouted badly: Not good! Something big is about to happen!

Everyone knows that the most famous of Atay's fists was the Auburn Hills Palace Incident.