Honk!

Wang Meng hurriedly asked for a pause. I thought that in the second quarter, the main force could play the court and achieve the effect of attacking the unprepared, but this idea also reached the perfect effect in the first few minutes of the opening quarter, and Hanyang Middle School continued to hit three-pointers from the outside, narrowing the score to within 10 points in one fell swoop.

But I never expected it.

The No. 24 on the opposite side suddenly brought up the rhythm of Beifu, and directly expanded the score to as many as 17 points again.

"Damn, that kid is so fierce!" Wang Meng couldn't bear this evil breath.

"yes, good shot." Li Feng, who is also a defender, also said helplessly.

Zhong Jinyun just made a wave of force, and directly scored 11 points in just three minutes, basically announcing the tactical failure of the second quarter.

"Captain!" When everyone was worried, a strong voice came from the edge of the line.

"Huh?" Wang Meng raised his head, saw that it was Li Ji and asked, "Aji, what's the matter?" ”

"Captain, let me do it, I have a way to contain that 24th."

"You have?"

Such an answer instantly attracted all the team members.

"How?" When Wang Meng heard this, he immediately came to his senses.

……

And in the stands, the four classes must be the existence of passion.

"I'll just say, Zhong Jinyun won't be idle." Li Qin stared at No. 24 on the technical table and said. 11 points, 9 assists, 5 rebounds, 5 steals, too eye-catching statistics, this is the game only a quarter and a half produced, so you are too much to look forward to his next performance.

"yes, it's like a divine help!" Li Tiande laughed loudly, and suddenly found that Liu Xiyun on the other side was silent.

"Hey, what's wrong with the eldest sister?"

Zhao Biao was asked by Li Tiande, and suddenly looked over in surprise and said, "No, it's good just now." ”

"No, she's looking somewhere!" Li Weiping also came over, how could this kind of thing be without her participation.

"Where, where?" Li Qin hurriedly came over when he heard that something was wrong, but everyone followed Liu Xiyun's gaze to look at the stands in the distance.

The two teases in front of them who were arguing like crazy were definitely not.

I go, there are still people reading books while watching the ball game, and I'm drunk too! Nima, the eldest sister will definitely not look at these strange things.

Eh, there are still little couples showing affection, definitely not, definitely not, take a look.

Huh?

That girl?

The unanimity of the crowd's mouths turned into an O' shaped mouth of surprise.

Zhang Yuqi!

Why is she here again!

"I went, and I found that we could see her every time we watched the team play, did she like basketball?" Li Qin asked.

"You're a **-silk, other girls came to see their men, didn't you see Bu Xiaotian there!" Li Weiping said with a disgusted face.

"It's not!"

Just when everyone was guessing noisily, Liu Xiyun suddenly replied coldly.

"What not?" Zhao Biao asked.

"It's not Whistling!" Liu Xiyun set his sights on the field.

Be all abroad.

……

Hanyang Middle School came back from a pause and replaced Li Feng, who had a declining hit rate, and replaced it with a new face, No. 20, and Beifu returned to Mu Shangtian, and it seems that the pace is going to speed up again.

"That guy, why haven't you seen it?" Zhong Jinyun suddenly asked Brother Li Yuan beside him.

"I haven't seen it either, is it a newcomer? It doesn't look like it. Li Yuan replied with a questioning face.

"Things may change, let's try and test first." Zhong Jinyun said calmly.

"Oh, dying ants, we are afraid of a living person with such a big advantage." Li Lang on the side was already hungry and thirsty, and he was eager to try.

Hanyang Middle School backcourt ball.

Wang Meng controlled the ball and walked through the half, and Hanyang Middle School moved in response, but the formation still did not change, and the standard outside and inside gave Tang Shao and Wan Qiang, who both had 2 meters on the inside, to pass the ball.

The ball was transmitted outside, which made Zhong Jinyun wonder that the No. 20 who had just come on the field did not seem to show his tactical skills.

After 20 seconds, Hanyang Middle School still didn't find any chance, the ball was passed to Wang Meng, and when he saw that no one made up for it, he hurriedly grabbed a shot.

The ball was shot in a hurry, and the "bell" smashed on the basket, bounced up but luckily fell into the net bag.

Hit!

"Yo, that's good luck." Zhong Jinyun glanced back.

Beifu immediately rushed to the horse.

The ball was in rotation, and because Zhong Jinyun did not deliberately speed up, he had to save the advantage in a steady way.

Zhong Jinyun first helped Mu Shangtian cover and block in the penalty area, and then walked towards the top fox, at this time, Li Yuan, who was on the right wing, just saw Zhong Jinyun coming out, and hurriedly gave the ball over.

"Chance!" The crowd in Class 4 shouted.

Zhong Jinyun saw that the No. 20 on the opposite side did not immediately make up for it, so he hurriedly made a gesture to throw, and a shooting action was made, and the No. 20 immediately flew out and pounced.

Shake it over!

Zhong Jinyun leaned over to dodge the pounce, wanting to accelerate and rush into the inner line, but suddenly there was a piercing pain in his left foot!

Looking back, I saw that my left foot was stamped on by the No. 20.

It hurts!

Honk!

The referee immediately blew the whistle for a foul.

"Li Ji, watch your movements!" Wang Meng rebuked angrily

"I'm sorry." The 20th said apologetically.

"It's fine." Zhong Jinyun didn't want to pursue it.

But as the process of the game deepened, Zhong Jinyun felt more and more difficult, Zhong Jinyun always felt inexplicable pain and effort when he played the ball offensively, and finally broke through the defense, but he was stopped and cut off at the moment of the layup, and every time he intentionally or unintentionally injured the most powerful places, knees, ankles, and elbows.

And almost every time, it's the 20th on the other side who is starting.

In the blink of an eye, that person has received 3 fouls! And that's not even counting fouls taken by teammates to protect him.

And the rhythm of Beifu was forced to slow down with Zhong Jinyun, and was won by Hanyang Middle School in the inner line one after another, and the score was unconsciously approaching 10 points.

"Our rhythm is suddenly weird." Zhao Biao analyzed.

"Biaozi is right, the more you fight, the more wrong it becomes." Wang Song was puzzled.

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Jinyun struck again near 60 degrees on the left flank, completely losing his senses.

Hanyang Middle School's fast attack was cut off, Wang Meng hurriedly organized a positional battle, and the ball attracted the two people from Beifu in Tang Shao's hands, and quickly led to the periphery.

Li Ji received the ball, and Zhong Jinyun quickly filled the position.

Li Ji sneered and broke through to the bottom line, Zhong Jinyun immediately leaned in, and at the same time his heart was full of doubts: This guy has to go to the bottom line at this speed.

As a result, before the thought came to my mind, I suddenly felt a pain in my chest, and at the same time, I felt a pain in my knee like ice thorns.

Nima, your elbow is going to pierce me!

Syllable!

Zhong Jinyun immediately fell to the ground.

Honk!

Seeing this, the referee whistled again and committed a foul!

"It's okay, Jin Yun." Mu Shangtian hurriedly came, but Zhong Jinyun on the ground did not get up for a long time.

It really hurts, this guy is using all his strength every time, and he's not afraid of the end!

"Zhong Jinyun!" Li Lang also rushed to hear the news.

"It's fine." Zhong Jinyun was helped up by Mu Shangtian and signaled to the referee that the game could continue.

"Be careful, I think it's a little weird." Li Yuan rushed over.

"I know, Brother Yuan." Zhong Jinyun rubbed his chest again, as if the pain just now had not completely disappeared.

……

The iron hooves of Beifu are once again approaching the three-point line of Hanyang Middle School.

The movement of the Beifu ball became slower and slower, and Zhong Jinyun suddenly felt a feeling of weakness, and his feet were numb at the same time, especially his left foot, as if the wound was about to fester.

Li Yuan didn't notice Zhong Jinyun's accident, and after seeing Zhong Jinyun run out according to the tactical arrangement, he immediately passed the ball.

As a result, the moment Zhong Jinyun just received the ball, Li Ji quickly appeared behind Zhong Jinyun like the wind.

A knee stuck position, pushing Zhong Jinyun's knee back squarely.

It hurts!

Zhong Jinyun wanted to turn around, but found that he couldn't use all his strength in the next game, so he had to forcibly turn the ball out.

Li Yuan didn't expect the ball to come out, and he didn't react to the ball at all.

"Damn, Zhong Jinyun made a mistake!" Wess from the bench shouted.

Wang Meng on the periphery seized the opportunity and immediately won the lost basketball, and then made a long pass, and small forward Zhang Qixing arrived early and hit a layup.

Another 8 points!

"Good shot!"

Hanyang Middle School celebrated.

And the other side.

"It's okay, Zhong Jinyun, why don't you rest." Mu Shangtian saw that the sweat on Zhong Jinyun's face and body was dripping more and more, and asked worriedly.

"Out of the way, out of the way." Zhong Jinyun waved his hand to signal that he could continue.

"Play well, it's going to be halfway in." Li Lang clapped his hands, boosting everyone's morale.

Beifu attacked again.

Li Yuan controlled the ball on the outside, Zhong Jinyun and Mu Shangtian immediately moved in the two bottom corners and crossed the run!

Scold!

At the same time, Hanyang Middle School hurriedly contracted the inside line.

In the middle line of the bottom corner, 5 people were blocked in an instant!

Zhong Jinyun suddenly found that the somewhat unpredictable No. 20 was in front of him.

As a result, the man's weird smile flashed, and Zhong Jinyun's knee immediately reacted, weak, and painful!

There was a piercing pain in his chest, and the elbow pressed against his chest again.

Zhong Jinyun was unexpected, and fell to the ground.

Syllable!

Honk!

The linesman whistled, and Tang Shao, who was blocked at the bottom line, hurriedly raised his hand and got a foul for fighting for the position without the ball.

"Zhong Jinyun!" The people of Beifu immediately rushed to the bottom line.

At this time, Zhong Jinyun was already in pain, and his knees and ankles were suffering from unspeakable pain.

Nima, Black Hand!