Intermission.

Beifu bench.

Everyone was drinking water and recovering their strength, and although they were still behind after the second quarter, it was a success in the eyes of Meixi.

Because she had already seen Mo Yichen's fatigue.

The style of play in Youth Middle School is very simple, the typical core tactics of four guarantees and one single, all the tactical arrangements and player configurations are for Mo Yichen to score better, whether it is running or ball distribution, it will be completed by Mo Yichen in the end.

But what Mei Qian doesn't understand is that the teacher's team has always been based on team basketball, which is also the origin of the team's no-core system that she has always admired, but this time the game is completely contrary.

Would he really allow such an endless singles mode as Mo Yichen?

What is the real reason why the teacher and Mo Yichen went to Youth Middle School?

Honk.

A whistle interrupted Missie's thoughts, reminding her that the second half was about to start with five minutes to go, and that she needed to set up her tactics and cast the players.

On the Beifu side, Weiss was seriously physically exhausted and could no longer play, but she still needed another player to force Mo Yichen into a desperate situation.

Who?

Mei Qian glanced at her players, Zhong Jinyun and Bu Xiaotian could, but now using them to defend alone will seriously affect the team's offensive efficiency, they are the scoring points of the players, but also the initiation points, and now is not the time for the last fight, she must keep them.

Li Yuan seemed to sense the coach's distress, and stepped forward, but was about to speak but was interrupted by Mei Qian's opening: "Jing Ke." ”

"Huh?"

Jing Ke didn't play in the second quarter, and he was distressed for a while, but this time he was called by the coach, and the excitement came up all of a sudden.

"Your purpose is to get up to speed, and that's what you're good at."

Mei Qian patted Jing Ke's head and said with concern. This child-like contestant gave her too much thought.

"Howler!"

Jing Ke said with a smile.

Mei Qian turned to the whole team and said, "In the second half, Jing Ke, Mu Shangtian, Tang Yi, Liu Kui and Zhang Shixi. Hit the double central axis tactic! ”

"Yes!"

……

Commentary Desk.

"Beifu has changed the lineup again, and the center forward No. 4, who has just come on the field, looks like a newcomer."

Gao Yuan said.

"It looks like Beifu is going to surprise us again!"

Qi Gang said in a word.

"Oh, the lineup of Youth Middle School is also out, ah! They haven't even chosen to change their team yet! ”

Gao Yuan was surprised to see that the lineup led by Mo Yichen still did not have any changes.

Even though the physical strength of the other members of the Youth Middle School is well preserved, hasn't their core Mo Yichen's physical strength been in crisis yet?

"Cut."

Mo Yichen glanced at the players on the court in Beifu, and his eyes returned to disdain and arrogance.

"Coach?"

At this time, Zhong Jinyun in the audience asked Meiqian.

Mei Qian didn't look back at the field, but said: "You recover your physical strength, save your strength for when you need to fight, now, you just need to trust your teammates!" ”

……

Honk!

When the whistle sounded, Youth Middle School took the lead!

Qiao Shan quickly advanced to the frontcourt, and Jing Ke had already saved the three-point line, forming the first iron gate.

Sou!

The ball didn't stop, and it was passed to Mo Yichen's hands, and the audience instantly burst into boos, in order to suppress his momentum.

"Sure enough, the first attack is going to Mo Yichen, and the one who defends him is Liu Kui, the No. 6 of Beifu, who is known as the tank man's super physical defender."

Gao Yuan quickly introduced the opposing players.

"What!"

Screaming almost subconsciously, the arena in Qi Gang's eyes,

Mo Yichen took a step and instantly got rid of Liu Kui's strong defense, but the rotation of Beifu was very fast, Tang Yi quickly plugged in, sticking to Mo Yichen's pace, and at the same time, Jing Ke moved down, and the defensive tactics were immediately activated, and the trap!

"Cut."

Mo Yichen whispered softly, holding the ball behind his back.

Pass the ball from behind!

With a hook of his hand, the ball passed steadily to Qiao Shan's hands, not to mention the players in Beifu, even Qiao Shan's face was full of incredulity.

Mo Yichen actually chose to pass!

Sell.

"It's a pity that Qiao Shan couldn't hit this ball, such a good chance."

Gao Yuan sighed.

"Attack!"

Mu Shangtian just finished speaking.

The fastest blade in Beifu drew his sword and slashed towards the backfield of Qingchun Middle School, and the cold wind was no faster than his figure.

There was also a black shadow that instantly killed all the voices expected by Beifu, and Yufeng followed.

The two of them are one in front of the other, and they are only three positions apart!

The audience watched with bated breath, fearing that a second of distraction would miss the showdown.

"Xiao Ke, hurry up, hurry up."

Mei Qian outside the court was looking forward to it, because he saw that Mo Yichen behind him was already sweating profusely, and this homeopathic explosion of speed and chasing defense would make his physical strength drop by a notch.

"Ah Chen!"

The female leader on the other side suddenly shouted, which was the only time in everyone's impression that her voice was heard in the audience.

Before the words fell, a fierce shout was heard!

Mo Yichen suddenly kicked up on the ground, leaned forward, and opened his hand towards Jing Ke.

The opportunity he seized was excellent, and it was the moment when Jing Ke adjusted his pace and jumped.

The palms of his hands shrouded Jing Ke in the sky like darkness, seemingly taking away all of Jing Ke's hope.

But I forgot,

He will pass on!

Wow wow!

The audience suddenly set off a shocking admiration, Jing Ke's hands passed the ball to the side like a magician, and Mu Shangtian stood at the landing point.

"I've got it!"

Mu Shangtian didn't need any preparation, he had been waiting for a long time.

Brush!

Hollow into the net.

Under the basket, Jing Ke was grinning and wiping Mo Yichen, who was wiping his sweat with his clothes.

His teammates hurriedly arrived, and Mo Yichen hurriedly put away his fatigue and adjusted his breathing.

"Captain!"

The teammate asked in a panic.

"Cut, I'm fine."

Mo Yichen raised his head and walked towards the front court, ignoring the care of his teammates.

The wave of offensive just now obviously hit the momentum of Youth Middle School, and forced Mo Yichen's physical strength to decline rapidly, his attack stalled, and his hit rate also decreased. Beifu took advantage of the situation to chase back, and the scores of the two teams were rapidly approaching.

……

With less than three minutes left in the third quarter, Youth High School had the offensive ball.

Before that, Beifu had chased 61-64, only three points apart, which was the smallest point difference since the opening.

Qiao Shan controlled the ball, Mo Yichen took advantage of the cover and successfully received the pass, Beifu changed positions in time, and Tang Yi hurriedly made up for the defensive position.

The audience instantly booed wildly, and kept shouting "defend, defend" cheers, they wanted to rely on this momentum to completely suppress the youth middle school.

I saw Mo Yichen swing his hand and change direction past Tang Yi, take a step forward and stop the jump shot, and missed!

Zhang Shixi, the inside line of Beifu, pressed Cao Xiong to pick up the rebound, and Qingchun Middle School hurriedly retreated, but because no one expected that the captain would miss the vacancy for the first time, the retreat was slow and disorganized.

For a while, the audience was full of momentum, and they urgently needed an earth-shattering counterattack together!

At this time, Mei Qian, who was outside the field, looked at this situation, and couldn't help but be repeatedly suppressed excited, took a few steps forward, and shouted: "Xiao Ke! Counterattack! ”

Scold!

For a while, the wind was galloping.

Jang Se-hee's pass pinpointed the sword shadow, and he was spinning his own wind wave.

"Rush!"

The players on the bench in Beifu shouted together.

"Drink!"

Jing Ke roared, waved his big hand, and the gear was fully opened.

At the end of Youth Middle School, which was also the first line of defense that Jing Ke faced, Qiao Shan was terrified when he caught a glimpse of the wind sword shadow coming towards him at high speed.

He was ruthless and was about to turn back to defend.

In an instant, Jing Ke's dribbling hand suddenly leaned the ball forward, and the ball suddenly left his control and bounced past Qiao Shan, while Jing Ke himself, in the absence of the ball, his short body swept past Qiao Shan's body again, and the speed of his ball, and his own forced twisting, were completed and done almost at the same time.

The audience was in an uproar, and some of the audience had even stood up. It's a whimsical and imaginative move!

"Good boy!"

Zhong Jinyun raised the corners of his mouth, this action is a street ball pass that he is very good at.

At this time, Jing Ke's speed did not slow down because he passed one person, but because he was without the ball just now, his speed actually increased by one point, and at this time, Jing Ke's distance was less than five meters away from Long Kai, the big forward of Youth Middle School.

Long Kai, who was the person concerned, hadn't even reacted before he felt that someone behind him was starting to approach, and when he turned his head to look back, he was stunned.

Jing Ke chased after him at high speed, not taking Long Kai seriously at all, and in the eyes of the side, there was even a taste of being teammates with each other.

Long Kai instinctively stretched out his hand to stop him, but this pause, which was already very close to each other, pulled in again, and Jing Ke had already chased behind Long Kai.

At this time, Long Kai's heart could not withstand such a violent impact for a long time, and he collapsed.

Syllable!

Change direction!

Jing Ke changed hands and changed direction, passing Long Kai, who had no reaction.

"Yay!" The standing audience shouted loudly, and the scene was so beautiful.

The defense of Youth High School is completely pierced!

All the defense was left, and the small forward Chen Dana, who was the first to retreat, was shaking his legs unconsciously.

The 21st in front of him became clearer and clearer, Jing Ke even saw the strong and calm expression on his face clearly, and licked his lips excitedly, Jing Ke didn't feel the weakness of the two of them at all, on the contrary, because of the full strength just now, his best excitement was about to be achieved.

Let me finish you off!

Jing Ke suddenly began to slow down, and even so, the distance between the two was rapidly approaching.

Chen Dana bent down, sank his weight on his waist, and looked closer and closer, even the No. 3 that he had not noticed all along, would make him so frightened.

His legs wanted to be forcibly stabilized, but he couldn't help but retreat backwards, which was simply an instinctive reaction in the face of death!

What's even more shocking is that

Jing Ke, who was not far away, his body was suddenly trembling, his hands were switching back and forth, and the ball flickered between his feet!

"OMG!"

An incredible exclamation erupted from the commentary stand.

The speeding Beifu No. 3 was actually dribbling under the crotch between high-speed paths!

What a sense of ball and confidence this is!

Chen Dana's center of gravity, under this exquisite dribble, finally shook off his armor, when Jing Ke was transported to the distance of less than half a meter in front of him, Chen Dana completely lost the balance of his body, and when Jing Ke sank his shoulder on the right side and leaned to the left, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Jumping over Chen Dana, who fell to the ground, Jing Ke made a three-step layup with a one-handed ball, and finally ended the fast attack perfectly.

When the ball fell into the basket, grazed the net, and bounced on the floor, the audience erupted in the loudest cheers since the opening game.

When the team members of Beifu gave a thumbs up to Jing Ke in unison, when the lonely Mo Yichen and the lonely Cao Xiong looked at Jing Ke with helpless eyes, and when Mei Qian was so excited that she jumped completely regardless of her image, the audience was shouting the same name at the same frequency.

"Jing Ke!"

"Jing Ke!!"

"Jing Ke !!"

For the first time, Jing Ke's childlike face had the aura of the core of the team, and he faced everyone fearlessly, as if he was shouting to them in his heart: Please call me Assassin Jing Ke!