Honk!

The game officially began, and the audience fell into the first wild shout.

Syllable!

Wan Qiang of Hanyang Middle School clicked on the basketball and slapped it to the captain Wang Meng, who stepped on the three-point line and began to organize the offense. Due to Qin Feng's absence, in order to ensure the safety of the inner line, Beifu No. 1 Middle School adopted the method of shrinking the inner line and used 2-3 joint defense to keep an eye on the inner line of Hanyang Middle School.

The outside line only left Zhong Jinyun and Mu Shangtian to use staggered area defense, so that the middle line is actually one of the few opportunities for Hanyang Middle School to break through.

After Wang Meng finished the work of scanning the defense with his eyes, he transferred the ball to Li Feng on the outside, Li Feng did not stop the ball, and directly transferred the ball into the inner line, Tang Shao, who has a height of 2 meters on the inside, faced Li Lang, who was only 190 meters tall behind him, and completely had a height advantage.

A slam lean, enough to knock Li Lang away, a shoulder fake shake to deceive Li Lang's defensive center of gravity, and then accelerate to the bottom line and hit a layup.

Hanyang Middle School was the first to open from the inside.

2 to 0.

"Prodigal son, if you seal him, I will come over to make up for it." Li Yuan, the third brother in the team, came over to comfort Li Lang.

Beifu ball possession.

Hanyang Middle School's defense basically represents the many teams in the Wuhan High School League, the standard joint defense. The guard stands at a 30-degree angle, the striker stands at a 60-degree angle, and the big center Wan Qiang sits on the inside, and every two people become horns, waiting for Beifu to enter the line.

Chung Jin-yun, who plays the point guard, is interpreting the lineup and game strategy of Hanyang Middle School.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing, come on!" Wang fiercely raised his middle finger in a hook shape.

At this time, Zhong Jinyun smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand suddenly threw it towards the bottom line.

The ball is like a flying pigeon, and it is extremely fast.

And there are people at the bottom corner who have been waiting for a long time.

Mu Shangtian raised his right hand, said goodbye to the orange basketball with his index finger, and the ball flew into the net bag.

Three points in the middle!

"Damn!" Li Feng, who was half a beat slower in the running position, complained.

Beifu withdrew from the front court and waited for Hanyang Middle School to send the ball from the back court. Zhong Jinyun saw the opportunity to stop Mu Shangtian, Li Yuan and Li ****, and ordered: "Later, just attack quickly, we will definitely catch them off guard."

Everyone nodded in agreement, Qin Feng had already handed over the captain on the field to Zhong Jinyun in this game, so the others could only follow the arrangement.

After Zhong Jinyun finished the order, he withdrew to the defensive area, and thought happily in his heart: The captain is indeed the captain, although he has not arranged any tactics, but he has already explained the tactics in the starter. Hanyang Middle School, the show is coming!

Wang Meng suddenly found that Beifu's position was suddenly closer than just now, and he suddenly hesitated to stop the basketball.

As a result, Zhong Jinyun instantly started like a spirit fox, and his accurate prediction made the sound of breaking the ball sound.

When Wang Meng was still stunned, a shadow suddenly flew around him, and then Zhong Jinyun barely stopped the ball, it was a long pass!

Li Lang took the lead, got the basketball, and with the help of the angry rush just now, he flew up and slammed his hands violently!

5 to 2!

The home students immediately exclaimed, and then booed, which made the home team walk back to the court with some embarrassment and get the ball.

"Pass well, speed up!" Zhong Jinyun and Li Lang high-fived.

Captain Wang Meng quickly pushed the ball forward, as soon as the half court passed, immediately commanded the run, he must control the momentum of the game, the inside Wan Qiang has stuck Wei Wei behind him, Wang Meng directed the ball to the bottom corner, and then quickly passed to Wan Qiang.

As a result, before Wan Qiang had time to turn around, a piercing "pop" sound had already sounded in his ears, and when he looked down again, his hands were suddenly empty.

Looking up, an orange-red light and shadow flew out behind him, and at this time, Mu Shangtian, who was wearing a black jersey in front of him, caught the basketball steadily, and hit the basket again.

What a situation!

7 to 2!

The time didn't even run out for a minute.

The captain Wang Meng was confused, but Beifu No. 1 Middle School could not tolerate the slightest negligence.

The speed is getting faster and faster, the frequency is getting higher and higher, the long pass is getting more and more, and the fast break is gradually climbing.

Here, Li Feng just hit a three-point shot that stabilized the hearts of the army, and before he had time to roar No. 1, Zhong Jinyun directly quickly threw out a high-quality long pass directly on the bottom line, and Mu Shangtian, who was more and more convinced of Zhong Jinyun's tactical arrangement, received the basketball again in the front court.

Only power forward Tang Shao returned to the backcourt at Hanyang Middle School, while the others and others in Beifu were still in the backcourt.

Mu Shangtian wanted to stop the ball and drag out the rhythm, but suddenly Zhong Jinyun's voice echoed in his ears: Be fast, be faster, destroy them in the connecting section!

Mu Shangtian gritted his steel teeth, and immediately dispelled the idea just now, and scolded angrily in his heart: Drag a fart!

Taking a big step forward, he shot directly with three points in his hand, Tang Shao, who had just retreated to the penalty area, buzzed in his ears, and looked back stunned.

Is there such a fight!

Brush!

The basketball was lucky enough to fall into the net bag.

20 to 9!

The score was extended to 11 points.

Yes!

The Beifu bench jumped up and applauded the three-point chase just now.

Retreating to the backfield, Mu Shangtian's ears rang with Zhong Jinyun's praise: "I thought you had to wait, but you just opened your hand!" ”

"Haha, it has to be!"

High five.

At this time, the stands were already booing, and the home stadium of Hanyang Middle School was all booing the home team, which made the group of the fourth class who rushed to cheer elated.

"Hey, it's a pity, Zhong Jinyun hasn't scored yet." Li Qin felt that there was a fly in the ointment.

"Nima, halfway through the first quarter, you've already had 6 assists and 3 steals, what are you going to do." Zhao Biao on the side complained.

"Also, I've never seen our varsity team so fast!" Li Tiande sighed.

The stands on the other side also scolded angrily.

"I'll just say it, it must be miserable to hit Beifu No. 1 Middle School." As a basketball club, the monkey looked at the classmates around him who kept cheering, and said embarrassedly.

"Damn, I wouldn't have posted that thing if I knew I wouldn't have done it." Huang Mao was also speechless.

A few days before the start of the game, in order to let more people come to the stadium to support the team's game, the basketball club of Hanyang mobilized all the members of the basketball club, whether it was posters, street lobbying, or prize quizzes, in front of many students to boast about Haikou: Hanyang Middle School will definitely bloody Beifu No. 1 Middle School. This made a large number of students decide to go to the stadium to support the team.

You must know that Hanyang Middle School is famous for its excellent learning in Wuhan, and some sports such as basketball have never been in the eyes of the school and students. Most of the people who come to this school are some very top students, and they would rather study on their own in the evening than step out of the classroom to watch some high school competition.

The result was good, and it was not easy to persuade a lot of students to come and watch the game, and they also played a package ticket saying that the team could win.

At this time, Huang Mao and his gang had only one thought in their hearts: Nima, we are also a top eight team, don't lose too badly!

Honk!

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first quarter, and Beifu No. 1 Middle School ended the first quarter with a 32-17 advantage.

Beifu bench.

"Zhong Jinyun, your tactics are really right, they are already in chaos!" Mu Shangtian appreciated. He was a direct beneficiary of this tactic, scoring an unprecedented 15 points in the first quarter.

"yes, damn, I wouldn't have bothered to defend against that big man if I knew I was fighting like this." Li Lang took a big sip of Gatorade.

"It's okay, we can put down the speed appropriately in the second quarter, let them continue to mess around, and fail to catch our intentions, and then increase the speed to crush them in one fell swoop." Zhong Jinyun said steadily.

"Okay, looks like this game is already in the bag." Mu Shangtian said happily, "But, Zhong Jinyun, when are you going to score." ”

Zhong Jinyun smiled sideways.

Since No. 24 on the technical bench did not have a single point, he had 8 more assists, 4 rebounds, and 4 steals.

Then he pouted and said, "Second verse!" ”

Honk~~

The referee blows the whistle for the start of the second quarter.

The Beifu Whirlwind has invaded again!