Before the game,

Mu Shangtian suddenly asked Zhong Jinyun tentatively: "Have you read the arguments on the Internet?" ”

Zhong Jinyun replied no.

As a result, Mu Shangtian helped him open a page, which was full of insults, and the content was extremely dirty, all of which were scolding Beifu for losing the face of the Hubei Division, just like throwing a hard slap in the face of all those who supported Beifu No. 1 Middle School.

……

Syllable!

The stabbing exploded in the sky above.

Commentator Apeng said quickly: "In the first battle of the loser's group, the match between Hubei champion Beifu No. 1 Middle School and Fujian champion Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School officially began!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Fuzhou's No. 1 captain, Li Xingjue, had already entered the Beifu half area with the ball, and everyone was waiting for what kind of way this first attack would start.

The audience ran frequently, and the audience was already holding their breath.

In Mei Qian's eyes, Beifu's running is quite positive, and the mentality of the first defeat seems to have been adjusted, but why is her heart still beating so unstable?

Sou!

Passing the ball!

"What!"

Everyone in Beifu was in an uproar.

However, the ten-second running position was involved, and in the dead corner of the right wing, Xu Lang, the scoring guard of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, was standing there alone, and he still had the ball in his hand, and there was no Beifu player within two meters around.

"It's over!"

Missy has a bad premonition in her heart.

In the field.

"Whistling Days!"

Mu Shangtian reminded loudly that Bu Xiaotian's rotation position was completely wrong.

As soon as the words fell, the Nets swiped.

Another narration tension completes the voiceover: Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School took the lead and hit three points, and the defense of Beifu was in jeopardy.

In the middle of the words, Beifu Weisi was advancing with the ball.

Impossible?

Zhong Jinyun was suddenly anxious outside the court, he naturally understood that Bu Xiaotian's state was still affected by that incident, but once such a big defensive gap appeared, according to the usual teammates, it should be immediately made up for it.

Before Zhong Jinyun had time to guess, there was a sound of surprise on the commentary platform again.

"There was a mistake in Beifu's pass! Fuzhou seven won the ball! ”

Appen said.

"Stand out!"

Li Yuan yelled.

The team members retreated one after another, but this retreat made the audience sigh and be surprised.

The first two players in Beifu to retreat actually made up for the same position, Xu Lang smiled proudly in front, threw the ball, and crossed the embarrassing defense line of Beifu, small forward Zhao Xunbin quickly received the ball and completed the layup.

5 to 0.

"What's going on?"

Wess asked.

No one answered.

The crowd walked silently towards the front, without any communication.

"Is this really the champion team in the Hubei Division?"

Apeng asked for everyone in the room.

Attack again.

Beifu guided the ball on the periphery, but did not find a good opportunity, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School seemed to have been prepared, the inside line contracted tightly, and the rotation was also extremely fast, not giving the Beifu players the opportunity to complete the intersperse.

"The battle line in Beifu has been divided!"

Explain the tension in one sentence to break the crisis.

Only singles!

Seeing this, Wes, who dominated the pass on the outside, could only grit his teeth and distribute the ball to the sideline, who had no running position.

At this time, all the Beifu team members were waiting eagerly, desperately hoping that Bu Xiaotian would break the deadlock.

Sink your head!

It is Zhao Xunbin who is the main defense of Bu Xiaotian, but if you think about it a little, you will see through the layout of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, Zhao Xunbin only blocked the side of Bu Xiaotian **** middle line, so as long as Bu Xiaotian wants to break through, he can only go to the bottom line, but once he enters the bottom line area, with the co-defense ability shown by Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, it is inevitable that the offense will stagnate.

"How does Beifu choose?"

Narrator.

I saw that Bu Xiaotian had been in a three-threat posture for a while, but he didn't move at all.

"Time is running out."

Wess reminded.

At this time, Zhong Jinyun on the court quickly explained: "The middle line and the bottom line are both middle strategies, you can fight, but the shooting is ......"

Before he finished speaking, Bu Xiaotian on the court directly chose to shoot dry, and everyone was shocked.

The basketball quickly got out of his hands, but there was nothing to be gained.

The ball misses.

"Retreat!"

Wess yelled in disappointment.

All the staff retreated towards the backfield again, but Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School would not give you any chance, they were like meteors, and at a very fast speed, they scattered towards the backfield of Beifu.

At the head is none other than their captain, the backfield engine, Lord Lee!

With a short pass to the ground, Xu Lang won the basketball again.

The ball didn't stop in his hand, and when the center of gravity of Beifu's defense had just shifted to Xu Lang, the ball flew to the other side.

Zhao Xunbin completed the layup.

7 to 0!

"How did you fight!"

Li Lang in the field had a dry temper and shook the water in his hand fiercely, which was difficult to end for a while.

As the people of Beifu have seen, in just 3 minutes, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School completely strangled Beifu No. 1 Middle School with their best running three-point and defensive counterattack, captain Li Xingjue's freehand pass, Xu Lang and Zhao Xunbin's three-point rain again and again, stabbing the fragile heart of every Beifu person.

12 to 0!

Such an embarrassing score appeared on the screen of a national competition for the first time.

"Haha, I thought it would take three quarters to get into garbage time!"

Xu Lang flicked back his wrist, and the score jumped to 15-0 at this time!

In this zero point, Zhong Jinyun saw countless passing mistakes, countless hasty shots, countless retreats and embarrassment, he saw that fragile heart, which had been shattered, and blood gushed out of it, but he could feel its temperature, no longer 100 degrees of hard work, but a chilling 0 degrees!

It's gone.

"Brother Yun?"

Jing Ke pulled Zhong Jinyun who was stunned in his seat with one hand, and his voice was extremely low.

Zhong Jinyun turned his head sideways, looked at Jing Ke's soaked eyes at a glance, and was speechless for a long time.

How can I comfort you?

How shall I explain to you such an embarrassing number, how shall I explain to you the bloodless look in their eyes, how shall I explain to you that for the first time in their minds, the word 'victory' has become so heavy and distant?

Zhong Jinyun couldn't explain it, he had never seen the team like this.

Honk!

Missy called a timeout almost heartbreakingly.

The clock was just over halfway through, and the score was fixed at 19-0!

The players of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School hugged each other and walked off the field, and the audience applauded.

And Beifu, in addition to boos, there is also reprimand.

Grandstand.

"Brother?"

Xie Yingyi was stunned for a long time before she opened her mouth to exhale the name.

"Beifu is finished."

Xie Cangxing's answer was even more heart-wrenching.

After hearing this, Xie Yingyi's body couldn't help but fall backwards, and he took a few steps back, and the proud light seemed to have been swallowed up by the darkness.

……

Bench.

Everyone sat in their seats in frustration, and as a coach, Mei Qian didn't seem to have the courage to pick up the tactical board again.

What's the use of the best tactics?

The clouds of decadence have lifted.

The nightmare of the fiasco in the first battle is quietly injected into the minds of these adolescent children, everywhere, repeatedly biting at what they care about most.

I thought that after the fiasco in the first battle, her remedy would be successful.

Unfortunately, the information age cannot be stopped by confiscating mobile phones alone.

Rumors still creeping into the marrow of these children like a disease, making them so painful that they dare not raise their heads and fight again.

What's more, there is also a fatal problem within them, which has always been something that Meixi has been suffering from.

Honk!

The paused whistle sounds.

Mei Qian was surprised that she didn't arrange anything.

Someone on the side suddenly said, "Coach, replace me." “

Zhong Jinyun stood up and said with great perseverance, and Jing Ke's eyes beside him were also cold.

Mei Qian nodded hesitantly, and then discharged the lineup of Jing Ke, Mu Shangtian, and Zhong Jinyun, and the inside line removed Li Qiang and replaced Li Lang.

"It's up to you."

Mei Qian said helplessly.

The crowd nodded and went onto the pitch amid boos.