"Three points!"

Hearing the commentary, Qi Gang stood up frantically, raised his hands like a referee, and raised three fingers in each hand, which clearly represented the meaning of three points.

The audience was silent for an instant, listening to the arrows leaving the bow!

At that moment,

Mu Shangtian fell behind him with all his strength, but his eyes were fixed on the orange flame, and he flew towards the basket.

At that moment,

Mo Yichen's heart was tearing, and the only shooter in Beifu who couldn't relax his vigilance completed the shot, only one step away from him, and sweat spilled a streamline, covering the distance between himself and Beifu No. 20.

At that moment,

The result of this goal has not yet been scored!

The basketball approached the basket minute by minute, all eyes tracing its trajectory, all heartbeats beating for it.

Brush.

At this moment, in the ears of all the supporters of Beifu,

Never been so pleasant, never so intoxicating, never so anticipating, never so crazy.

Yes!

The auditorium, which was like a silent mountain in the dark night a second, exploded like a volcanic eruption at this moment. They were screaming, they were cursing, they were shouting, they were screaming, and only then could they completely release the heart that was almost jumping out of the body.

Yes!!

Mu Shangtian, who fell to the ground, didn't have any scruples, and jumped up from the ground like a rebound, his eyes were searching, his heart was searching, the only group that could be released!

Yes!!!

Zhong Jinyun, Bu Xiaotian, Li Yuan, Li Lang, all the Beifu players on the court, all rushed towards Mu Shangtian in unison, although this is not a three-point kill, but its gold content is comparable to a three-point shot at any wonderful moment!

"Mu Shangtian saved Beifu!"

Commentator Gao Yuan also stood up and shouted this sentence.

71 to 70!

Honk!

When there was only 1 minute 07 seconds left, when Mu Shangtian completed this three-point moment to stabilize the team and stabilize the arena, Youth Middle School called a timeout.

All the winning tickets will become nothing, and everything will return to the same starting line.

……

Youth High School Bench.

Teacher Anxi was still telling the others to run the position, but he didn't care about Mo Yichen, who was sitting on the side with his head down and his eyes closed. In fact, in this state of being on the verge of destruction, on the verge of extreme hunger and thirst, drowsiness, Mo Yichen was no longer important except for the desire to recover his strength, he knew that all the running tactics that Teacher Anxi had arranged now were for his own better shots, and only he could complete them and lead them to victory.

"Captain."

At the end of the timeout, the other four team members suddenly gathered around Mo Yichen.

Mo Yichen raised his head in surprise and looked at them. In their eyes that should be stress-free, they saw tangled and powerless.

"How?"

Mo Yichen asked.

"Captain, I'll tell you the truth!" Small forward Chen Dana took the lead in standing up, "Just now the coach asked us to cover and block for you, you just need to run out of position to shoot, so you can save energy." I know that at this time, we are just decorations in your eyes, you just need us to stand from afar and watch, and don't try to come up and disrupt your rhythm, and I also know that you have the strength to shoot that ball for yourself, just like before, without us! ”

Chen Dana choked up in the middle of his words, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the statistical display on the far wall.

In that display, Mo Yichen of Youth Middle School is undoubtedly the most eye-catching, he has scored a game-high 47 points, not only scores, assists, and rebounds are the best, he almost got so many by himself, and it also made the team play to the point where it is now stalemate.

Mo Yichen was stunned, such a situation had never appeared on the court.

In the past, when he was in Hunan Model Middle School, those players under him would only complain and abuse privately off the field, but now, real players will stand in front of him and say this.

"Mo Yichen, this is not your team alone, this is a team called Youth Middle School, it is the team of each of us!"

Dana Chen roared inexplicably.

"I admit that you are amazing, I know that you have been in the national competition before, I admit that I am a dish, I am ......"

Dana Chen choked again, this time, his eyes were red.

Mo Yichen was really completely stunned, if he could still open his mouth to refute in the previous tone, but now he can't, all his words were blocked in his throat by Chen Dana.

Mo Yichen's eyes looked at Chen Dana, but he didn't look at him.

He seemed to see the moment when he first entered the youth middle school team, he introduced himself in front of the team in a domineering manner, and after the queue ended, the team members came over with a smile on their faces and stretched out their hands, but they looked embarrassed because they were rejected by their arrogant self.

He seemed to see the moment when he celebrated his birthday for the first time in Youth Middle School, he stayed alone in the dormitory and slept, but was frightened by the sudden influx of very strange teammates, Shen Haoxin walked in front, and the 11 people behind him, huddled, pushing a cart with a birthday cake, singing happy birthday songs.

He seemed to see the moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fei and others outside Hunan Imitation Middle School, and the long-lost 'captain' came from his teammates who broke through the encirclement and rescued him, and the frosty relationship between him and his teammates was quietly melting.

He heard what Mr. Anzai said to him before the final: "Mo Yichen, you have changed, you have become fond of looking at your teammates, you have become fond of staying with them, even if you still don't say a word, but you have changed." You just don't dare admit it. ”

Am I changing?

Have I really changed?

Scold.

"Captain."

Qiao Shan's words brought Mo Yichen's thoughts back to the arena.

"Captain, this person likes to talk nonsense, don't care." Qiao Shan said, "Captain, we just want to help you, and we just want to help you, just like we are helping ourselves, to win for the team, really." ”

Mo Yichen was clubbing, his black eyes spinning. He's looking at his teammates, coaches, team leaders.

"Yes."

This time, he didn't say 'cut' again.

……

"Let's get back to the court again!"

The commentary returns, and the audience is ready to go.

The hour hand jumps from '7' to '6'.

"Johnson has the ball."

Gao Yuan said. With a hint of doubt in the statement, Mo Yichen, who took over the game, has gone deep into the interior and changed his usual singles style.

This change of move surprised Mei Qian a little, and Beifu's defensive rotation obviously didn't grasp this.

Mo Yichen was running, and the defenders behind him changed batch after batch, from Bu Xiaotian to Mu Shangtian to Li Yuan, but he didn't choose to touch the ball.

Qiao Shan guided the ball on the periphery, the ball flew to the bottom line, and then inserted into the penalty area, and the players of Qingchun Middle School seemed to have developed their own offensive ability.

But only they know,

Opportunity!

Suddenly, Mo Yichen ran back, Long Kai and Cao Xiong on the inside made a double cover, Mo Yichen found a good position, and the ball quickly passed to his hands, but what made Mo Yichen and his teammates even more excited was that the defender was Zhong Jinyun, Zhong Jinyun under the heavy protection of Beifu.

Two counterparts!

Mo Yichen dropped the ball, and there were only 8 seconds left in the offensive time.

Once again, the audience fell silent, and they had to hold their breath to witness the showdown.

The familiar sound of breathing and heartbeat came, Zhong Jinyun stared at Mo Yichen's every move incomparably intently, not letting go of the shaking of his shoulders, not letting go of the forward and backward steps of his steps, not letting go of any hem of his hands, and not letting go of every landing of the basketball.

Zhong Jinyun was so concentrated, but at the moment when the attack time was towards '3', he was still passed!

A slight hesitation of his left foot was completely grabbed by Mo Yichen.

The figure passed by, Zhong Jinyun's heart jumped very uncomfortably, and at that moment it seemed that the fire was baking his heart, and it was extremely stinging.

"Ahh Zhong Jinyun forcibly twisted his left ankle, and the huge pain caused by that moment instantly covered up the heartache.

I'm going to guard against it,

I'm going to guard against it!

"Drink!"

With a powerful roar, the blood pupils once again replaced the originally bright and black eyes.

Zhong Jinyun roared past, chasing the short-lived sword shadow!

The two chased in a very small space, but only the two of them could feel that this was no longer a small and narrow basketball restricted area, this was an endless wasteland battlefield, they had already drunk blood and fought hard, this was the last sword clash!

Step on!

Step on!

The two jumped almost at the same time, and their body positions almost coincided, but to everyone's amazement, the height of their jump, whether it was Mo Yichen, who jumped for the first time in the whole court, or Zhong Jinyun, who was known for his bounce and speed, their jump this time can only be described as 'rare' or 'miracle', both height and speed are unique!

The two of them are really heading for the basket!

The shadow was unsheathed, the sword shadow flew, Mo Yichen uncharacteristically raised his arm, and he saw the eyes of the 11 teammates in his heart, Shen Haoxin and Anxi's eyes.

"Captain!"

Everyone at Youth Middle School shouted.

"Ahhh

Mo Yichen also roared, he wanted to pour all his strength into his arms, he wanted to pour their cries into his heart.

"Zhong Jinyun!"

All the people in Beifu are also shouting, and they believe that the light that has been flickering will not let them down.

Backbite!

Honk!

At that moment, it was the referee's whistle and the sound of the offensive time stop.

Bang!

And the moaning of the basket!

The competition of that sword was clear, and Mo Yichen dunked the basketball into the basket!

73 to 70!

He also received an additional penalty!

Zhong Jinyun didn't block Mo Yichen's dunk in the air, and also sent a foul!

But unusually, no one shouted at that moment, whether it was supporters from Beifu or from Qingchun Middle School.

Voice, at that moment, became a forbidden.

Because, in their eyes, they ignored Mo Yichen's dunk that was enough to be recorded in the history of basketball for high school students in Hubei, but saw a more shocking scene.

Zhong Jinyun's high-flying head slammed into the corner of the rebound, and his body fell to the ground unbalanced, falling to the floor on his side.

Dripping.

Blood, dripping.

"Zhong Jinyun!"

The first voice after the incident came from a girl.

Seeing everyone's eyes, there was a white figure, like the supporters of Beifu around him, this is the shirt of Beifu's home stadium.

But what others don't know is that the shirt has a number, and '24' is its name.

"Su Ying!"

The gang of Class 4 only reacted a moment after she rushed out, and hurriedly chased after her.

But to their disbelief, that touch of white was like no one, she flew past the unknown crowd of spectators, she dodged the friends who wanted to stop her, she broke through the encirclement of the security guards who didn't have time to react, and with a jump, she jumped off the audience and broke into the stadium under the gaze of the 13,000 people in the stadium.

Among the eyes of the 13,000 people, there was also Zhang Yuqi.