"Beifu has really changed its formation."

Zhang Lijie explained.

"Yes, the inner line double gate does not move, and the three-guard line is enabled on the guard line, so that in the control of the speed and rhythm, Beifu should not fall behind."

Appen analyzes the occupation.

"I agree with you, but there are no personnel changes in Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, and it seems that coach Li Haiming is still resting."

Zhang Zhang followed.

"Let's take a look at what's next."

The camera focuses on the arena.

……

Wess controls the ball, Zhong Jinyun and Tang Yi are on the wings, which is the most common back three position.

And they know better that the tactic to play at this time is the double SG full-speed flow tactic, speed up the tempo, force the opponent to expand the defensive area, and liberate the inside.

Mei Qian is staring at the defensive changes of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School with blazing eyes, trying to find a flaw in it.

"Run!"

Lee reminded his teammates.

As soon as the voice fell, the inner double gate was raised, and Zhong Jinyun and Tang Yi were cross-running.

"Li Gang!"

Lord Lee yelled loudly, and at the same time, he immediately pressed forward and forced Wes out of the three-point line.

Ball out!

Zhong Jinyun successfully received the ball at 45 degrees on the right wing.

"Isn't it a chance!"

Arpen's words focused everyone's attention on the Son of the Wind.

It's a pity that everything was kept up by Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

Li Gang appeared behind Zhong Jinyun with unmistakable accuracy, and his position was close enough to force Zhong Jinyun to complete the turn.

Die!

Meixi's eyes were full of loss.

Zhong Jinyun's goal is too dazzling, as long as Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School jams Zhong Jinyun, it is like jamming the seven inches of Beifu, and life and death are completely out of Beifu's consideration.

"Damn!"

Zhong Jinyun was forced to drop the ball, and at the same time quickly retreated, trying to open up the gap with Li Gang.

"Hmph, you won't be able to move this time."

Li Haiming on the sidelines smiled contemptuously, all this was as accurate as he expected at halftime.

"Zhong Jinyun, the offensive core of Beifu, has a strong ability to break through, but his lethality lies in the fact that everything needs to be in sufficient space to make his extraordinary moves, so Li Gang, shorten the starting space, with your defensive skills, it is enough to block him and seal Beifu!"

Li Gang was not as predicted at all, and his pace kept up with Zhong Jinyun very tightly, without giving Zhong Jinyun any room to make moves.

As Li Haiming expected, he had already grasped the lifeblood of Zhong Jinyun's attack.

I can't perform the moves, so I can only choose to be forced to start!

Zhong Jinyun swept the audience, the flames in his eyes were exhausted, a fierce and fast swing of his hand, the moment he received the ball with his left hand, he kicked hard with his right foot, roaring in his heart, and showing his sword edge in a fit of anger.

"Singles!"

Apeng's words brought the audience into a tense atmosphere throughout the whole process.

Li Gang did not accept Zhong Jinyun's feints at all, and accurately moved sideways towards the bottom line, blocking Zhong Jinyun's offensive direction in seconds.

Resolve?!

Cold sweat broke out on Zhong Jinyun's forehead.

How can it!

Between the swings, Zhong Jinyun just took two steps towards the left, and chose to cross when he was blocked, wanting to forcibly change lanes to the right side, and then with another force with his left foot, his body really twisted to the right as predicted.

Syllable!

It's just that everything was seized by Li Gang, and it was really dangerous to start changing direction in such a small space, Li Gang deserved to be a national-level defensive player, and he cut off Zhong Jinyun's dribble!

The audience was in an uproar!

This was the first time in their eyes that Beifu's '24' had made a mistake, and it was a fatal ball possession that was broken.

Even the own people of Beifu No. 1 Middle School did not expect that Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School would attack quickly and make the next trip.

Before the players in Beifu could fully wake up, Zhong Jinyun was cut off again at the same distance on the left wing!

With Li Xingjue's three-point victory, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School has stretched the score to 10 points!

This time, Beifu No. 1 Middle School is completely sober, their only sword blade, the only backbone that can be trusted, there is nothing to be done, and the fiasco is coming.

But Zhong Jinyun didn't believe it!

When he stood in front of Li Gang for the third time, his mind had been replaced by paranoia.

Then when the boos erupted, the ball landed!

He's going to singles!

He's going to score this goal, he's going to prove to everyone, he's not going to be beaten, Beifu No. 1 Middle School is not going to be beaten.

Scold!

Swipe your feet and turn on at full speed!

This step was extremely fast and ferocious, like a fatal bite of the black mamba, which Li Gang did not expect.

"Get over it!"

Ah Peng held up his momentum.

Zhong Jinyun, who thought he could gallop on the inside line, was the first step to pass Li Gang and was completely caught by Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

From all directions, including Li Gang behind him, a total of three people completely completed this jaw-dropping masterpiece.

The darkness was sealed, and Zhong Jinyun couldn't make any movements at all in the small space, and the urgency of the situation forced him to die.

Syllable!

Break again!

Zhao Xunbin of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School stripped off the basketball in Zhong Jinyun's hand and killed the backcourt of Beifu at full speed.

A beautiful hand-throwing pass, Jing Yan made a layup, and the point difference continued to expand.

……

"Zhong Jinyun has no power to return to the sky!"

The tension made an assertion.

Even if all those who support Beifu don't want to believe it, in this national arena, they are about to face defeat, a painful two consecutive defeats.

As the minutes passed, the difference showed no tendency to shrink.

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School took the idea of completely encircling Zhong Jinyun in defense, forcing the strongest sword in Beifu to completely break the blade, even if he passed a good ball, but the hit rate of his teammates was really miserable, as if he had lost his state overnight, and there was no ** who wanted to fight for half a point.

Zhong Jinyun has completely fallen into a state of isolation and helplessness.

With a beautiful three-point whistle from guard Li Xingjue, Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School not only turned the situation around in the third quarter, but also led by 21 points in one breath!

Honk!

When the whistle blew, everyone in Beifu walked to the bench in frustration, but Zhong Jinyun stayed where he was, staring at the score on the screen with his eyes in his eyes.

If he doesn't want to believe it, he has to believe it.

Captain Li Yuan couldn't bear it, so he walked back and pulled Zhong Jinyun away.

He didn't have it in his heart, and every teammate was not it, but the victory really slipped out of their hands like this, and how to understand that kind of feeling.

……

Su Ying, who was standing in front of the computer, lost her mind for a long time, and her lonely appearance was not herself, and it seemed that she couldn't move back to her disadvantage no matter what.

Outside the window, the wind was gusting, and the curtains were rattling.

……

Bench.

There was still no one to speak, the clouds were on everyone's faces, and everyone had already accepted defeat in their hearts, just like the pre-match prediction.

Zhong Jinyun just kept drinking water to relieve his fatigue, and he was also sober himself.

Honk!

The whistle blew again.

The fourth quarter is about to begin.

The most brutal situation is about to begin.

Mei Qian was a little unbearable, her tactics and coaching were completely out of control of the team, but she saw Zhong Jinyun standing up straight and yelling, "Go on!" ”

Yes, there is no sport more difficult than basketball when you are down by a big score, but that's only for those who have already accepted defeat.

And I, Zhong Jinyun, did not accept failure!

……

Step by step towards the center of the stadium, the colors change from white to colorful, the voice changes from encouragement to mockery, the team falls from the top to the trough, the score loses suspense, the coach is out of control, his teammates are helpless, he is completely blocked, is there a worse situation than this?

No!

Well, then let all the disadvantages come against me!

Zhong Jinyun suddenly ripped off the elbow pad of his right hand and raised it in the air.

The elbow pads float in the air, and the people below the elbows have bloody eyes.

Zhong Jinyun raised the corners of his mouth, which represented the prediction of the strongest fighting intent, and he sighed softly,

"Cut."

The camera captured this detail, but Mo Yichen, who was far away from Shiyan's residence, stared at the computer screen and was distracted.