The ninth class of the third year of high school originally planned to take advantage of Zeng Yi and Cheng Haoyu, two weak chickens, to play a wave of climax and completely open the score. Unexpectedly, it was these two people who they looked down on who blocked their attack and completed the score.

However, the people in the ninth class of the third year of high school did not think that Zeng Yi and Cheng Haoyu's strength was strong.

In their opinion, whether it was defense or offense just now, the reason for the success was completely luck!

Zeng Yi was lucky, so he was able to intercept Yan Feng's ball by waving his arms indiscriminately, and Cheng Haoyu was also lucky, so he scored points with a random shot outside the three-point line - looking at his shooting posture, how amateurish and amateurish he was, he didn't look like a strength player.

The audience outside the stadium thought the same thing.

"After the start of the second quarter of the game, it was the first and third classes of high school to score, which was really unexpected. ”

"These two people are too lucky, right? One waved his hand to prevent Yan Feng, and the other shot a three-pointer indiscriminately...... If I were a member of the ninth class of high school, I would definitely die of humiliation. ”

"No matter how good your luck is, your strength won't work. And this three-point shot will definitely anger the ninth class of high school. In the next game, the third class of the first year of high school was difficult to play. It is estimated that soon, this score will be pulled away!"

As the saying goes, 'the onlooker is clear', and these viewers are really accurate. At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the ninth class of the third year of high school are indeed depressed to the extreme. Especially when they saw the scene of Zeng Yi and Cheng Haoyu cheering and celebrating, it was even more so.

"Damn, isn't it just luck? What's there to be proud of? In the next game, some of you cry!" Everyone in the ninth class of the third year of high school looked at Zeng Yi and Cheng Haoyu and gritted their teeth.

If Li Sichen broke the ball and scored on a counterattack, the people in the ninth class of the third year of high school would not be as annoyed as they are now, after all, the strength of the other party is there. However, being counterattacked by Zeng Yi and Cheng Haoyu, two weak chickens, purely by luck, made them feel shameless and quite depressed.

The game continued.

The bottom line serve of the ninth class of the third year of high school.

"Give me the ball. Yan Feng waved at his teammates, and after getting the basketball, he rushed to Zeng Yi without hesitation.

Where you fall, you have to get up from there.

Yan Feng decided to use practical actions and his own strength to teach Zeng Yi a good lesson.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Feng rushed to Zeng Yi's side, and with a beautiful cross-step breakthrough, he rushed past Zeng Yi's side.

At this moment, Ye Yang, the coach of the basketball team of Nanshan Middle School, also came to the sidelines, just saw Yan Feng's breakthrough, and couldn't help but praise: "Beautiful! Zeng Yi's breakthrough with the ball has always been his strong point, not only the success rate is extremely high, but the movements are also quite good-looking." In Nanshan Middle School, there are not many people who can prevent him from breaking through...... Huh?!"

Before he finished his words of praise, his tone changed abruptly, and he became extremely surprised.

Because he saw that although Yan Feng rushed past Zeng Yi's side, the ball was blocked by Zeng Yi.

"Anti-...... Prevented?" Ye Yang opened his mouth wide, unable to believe that what he saw with his eyes was true.

Not to mention that Ye Yang didn't believe it, even Zeng Yi himself couldn't believe it.

When he saw Yan Feng break through just now, he didn't know what to do at all, he just subconsciously raised his hand. As a result, the ball in Yan Feng's hand was cut off by him.

However, Zeng Yi's reaction was still quite fast, and he immediately passed the ball to Li Sichen.

As soon as Li Sichen got the ball, the people from the ninth class of the third year of high school immediately rushed up and surrounded him.

Today's tactic of the ninth class of high school is to completely see him to death.

Yan Feng, who lost the ball, didn't care about being annoyed, and caught up with Li Sichen as soon as possible, while preventing him from breaking through and shooting, he also used words to provoke: "If you have the ability, you can pass the ball to Cheng Haoyu again and let him score another one!"

"Yes, as you wish. Li Sichen nodded, and with a wave of his right hand holding the ball, the basketball immediately flew into the hands of Cheng Haoyu outside the three-point line.

Isn't it?

Yan Feng's mouth grew in surprise.

He suddenly felt that the position Cheng Haoyu was standing in at the moment was exactly the same as when he shot the three-point shot before. Even the amateur stance of shooting is similar to when he scored a goal before.

"Impossible...... That ball was just luck, he couldn't have scored it again. Yan Feng screamed out loud, and there was a hint of horror in his tone.

"Huh!"

The crisp sound of the basketball entering the net was like a loud slap in the face of Yan Feng.

The ball is in!

Another three-pointer!

What's going on with this Nima? Isn't it luck that he broke the ball and scored just now? When will this luck be able to be replicated?

Yan Feng was stunned, he couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was true.

'I'm sorry, we scored again. Li Sichen said with a smile: "Now, there are only two points left." One more three-pointer and we'll be able to come back. ”

Do you really think Cheng Haoyu is the little prince of three-point shots, Mitsui Shou?

Yan Feng complained in his heart.

At this moment, he didn't dare to say these words anymore. Because he found that his mouth seemed to be a bit of a crow's mouth, as long as it was something unfavorable to him, he could say anything.

"Could it be that I have really lost too much character? No, it can't be, it must be luck! The previous two times were all luck!" Yan Feng muttered in a low voice, and was broken by Zeng Yi twice in a row and counterattacked, which made him hold a breath in his heart, so this time, he pounced on Zeng Yi with the ball again.

The movement with the ball is still very handsome, and the passing technique is still very sharp...... However, these are of little use.

His ball was once again broken by Zeng Yi.

This time, the people in the ninth class of the third year of high school did not defend Li Sichen all, but divided one person to defend Cheng Haoyu. But this is also useless.

Cheng Haoyu still received the ball, and he was still outside the three-point line, jumping up and shooting in the same place as the previous two goals.

"Huh!"

Basketball is in the net again!

Three three-pointers in a row!

After the start of the second quarter of the game, the third class of the first year of high school scored nine points in one fell swoop with Zeng Yi's defense and Cheng Haoyu's offense, and Shun Lì's reversal overtook the score!

If the first and second times can be explained by luck, then three consecutive successful steals and three-pointers are really hard to believe that it was luck.

The audience on the sidelines exclaimed:

"I originally thought that if I changed to a fat man in the third class of high school, I would give up the game. Now I realize how wrong I am! This fat man is a defensive master!"

"Damn, when did Cheng Haoyu's basketball skills become so powerful? The three-point shot is accurate, it's just a blast!"

"The ninth class of the third year of high school is actually lagging behind...... Whoever wants to sue me before the game, I definitely won't believe it!"

More people are chanting in unison: "Come on the first and third classes of high school!"

Under the excellent table xiàn, there are more and more supporters of the first and third classes of high school.