Suddenly, there was a "beep", and the audience was silenced, the commentary was silent, and even the director's camera was all focused on the sideline, where everyone's attention was gathered.

saw Zhong Jinyun and Mu Shangtian high-five, and then replaced them again.

"Come on!"

Mu Shangtian said.

Zhong Jinyun didn't know that after he got off the court, the two points he recovered came from Mu Shangtian, the pitcher who was infected by Zhong Jinyun and finally won a little face for himself.

"I will!"

Zhong Jinyun swears.

Suddenly, the audience erupted in waves-like applause, one after another, representing supreme recognition.

In Beijing, on stage across the country, the discerning spectators finally remembered the name of the brightest player in the competition.

They believe that

As long as he's there, everything is in suspense.

……

"Beifu mid-line ball possession!"

Zhang Zhang shouted.

Eyes focused on Zhong Jinyun alone, only to see that with the help of Li Yuan's cover, he came out of the bottom line and successfully received Li Lang's sideline serve.

The pace is still light and fast, and the feeling to coach Li Haiming is that this guy is almost as if he is not injured.

The schedule moves around, and the final 24 seconds of the battle officially begins.

Three-point press to tie the whistle, or two quick points?

At this time, this problem is what the people of Beifu should consider, and it is what everyone is looking forward to next.

boom

Boom!

Zhong Jinyun hovered outside the three-point line with the ball, and his heart was beating fast.

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School deployed three people outside the three-point line, and everything was arranged according to Li Haiming's arrangement, and Beifu No. 1 Middle School was resolutely not allowed to shoot a three-point opportunity.

And their captain, the pillar of the team, the absolute core of Li Xingjue, was standing not far from Zhong Jinyun first, nervous, vigilantly watching out for his every move.

He stared at Zhong Jinyun's hand, locked his feet and feet, stared at his face, did not let go of his every sudden intention, did not let go of every fluctuation of his eyes, he couldn't let go of all the changes in the person in front of him, and he must be strangled in the start.

Sweat dripped wantonly, and the atmosphere solidified.

Li Xingjue saw Zhong Jinyun smiling, the corners of his mouth that seemed to be short-lived, he saw it. The big screen also happened to capture Zhong Jinyun's smile.

"Why is he laughing?"

"He's still laughing at this point?"

Li Xingjue was very troubled, he couldn't know the answer, and he couldn't guess what Zhong Jinyun was thinking at this time.

But Su Ying, who was far away in Wuhan, knew that

That smile that is as consistent as ever, that smile that contains a strong fighting spirit, is exactly the prediction that Zhong Jinyun gave to his opponent about death.

Mu Shangtian, Bu Xiaotian, Su Qi, Duan Yifei, Mo Yichen, all those who saw this smile were defeated.

Because this smile represents death, it heralds,

"I'm going to make this ball!"

Scold!

The pace starts, and the shadow appears.

The black mamba is spitting out the most poisonous and ruthless snake letter, biting hard at the left flank of Lord Lee!

The three people on the periphery of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School responded very quickly, and at the moment when Zhong Jinyun started, they quickly outflanked him from the surroundings.

Their intentions are clear, everyone on your team can shoot, but this is the winning shot, and you can't come!

The scene is racing!

"Too fast!"

Li Xingjue's remaining thoughts were left with such words, he was helpless at the speed of the person in front of him, and he hated himself even more that he couldn't keep up even if he tried his best.

Because there were too many deceptions in the man's galloping speed like a pegasus, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the trap he had designed, and he could only reach the dust.

Yes!

At the moment of starting, Zhong Jinyun successfully mobilized Li Xingjue's originally stable center of gravity, and then successfully changed direction in the next second.

The step to the left announced that Li Xingjue had been completely beaten!

"Supplement!"

"Make it up!"

Li Haiming cried out in despair, and his heart was extremely tormented.

Li Gang and Zhao Xunbin had already come from the flanks, and they were bound to block the direction of Zhong Jinyun's advance.

Wow!

Suddenly, the audience erupted in thunder.

Under the watchful eye, Zhong Jinyun sank his waist, immediately closed his pace, withdrew after a stroke, and the basketball wore his crotch back to his right hand like a plaything, and he jumped immediately after the trend, and at that moment, he opened a huge space with the person who made up the defense.

And at that moment, Li Gang and Zhao Xunbin were anxious to chase and defend, so they lost their center of gravity together and knelt forward on the court together.

The audience was in an uproar!

Even the white-haired Xiao Qi, who scored as simple as a bag to pick up something, was completely stunned, this scene will not be forgotten no matter how many years the national competition has been held, and how many years it will be held, such an action will not be forgotten by the world!

It comes from the imagination, it comes from the incomparable hands, it comes from the opponents who are evenly matched, it comes from the tenacious self, it tells the world at the moment when the time is about to run out, the show continues!

But seeing Zhong Jinyun flying outside the three-point line, facing the kneeling people, staring at the basket as a king, his elbows swinging, his wrists stopped, and the basketball was speeding towards the basket.

At that moment, everyone in the audience left their seats together, raised their arms together, held their breath together, and listened to Zhong Jinyun's heartbeat together!

Impulsive!

Impulsive!

The manic heartbeat is depicting the dazzling color of the basketball trajectory with one stroke at a time.

The diameter of the basketball is 25 centimeters, and the diameter of the basket is about 45 centimeters, almost twice as large as the basketball, for every player, the 25 centimeters basketball into the 45 centimeters and a half basket, but it is a long and difficult journey, some people fall, some people give up, some people deviate, but there will always be people who do it, because the 45 centimeters and a half basket symbolizes the belief in basketball.

Yes, the basketball fell into the hoop and into the net, as everyone expected.

Brush!

Hollow into the bag.

"The ball is in! Entered! Entered! ”

Appen roared like madness.

The suffocating pitch greeted the roar of the waves.

Everyone shouted out the cry buried in their hearts in unison, and they praised the peerless scorer together.

"This kid."

Zhong Feixuan, who had been watching his younger brother's performance, shook his head and said with a smile.

"His tenacity is becoming more and more apparent."

Ghost Blade said.

"yes."

Zhong Feixuan sighed, and there was a sigh in his words.

How could he, his younger brother, not understand it, that tenacity, that persistence, and amazing talent, once upon a time, he was not the same.

He glanced at the statistics table, and his eyes were full of light.

41 points, 5 rebounds and 6 assists, incomparably all-round data, under the team's dying line, he shot the equalizer with an injury.

"Maybe the illusion should have belonged to him."

……

Honk!

The suspension ends.

The pressure came to Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, with two seconds left in the game, and the score had returned to the same running line, which was the ending they never expected anyway.

Lee stood outside the three-point line, looked around, and finally raised his perspective to look at the stands.

Standing in that position was the white-haired Xiao Qi.

Li Xingjue will not forget that terrifying person, on the stage of last year's national competition, destroyed the defense line of his teammates with his unstoppable attacks again and again, and even destroyed their beliefs.

I thought that there would never be a scoring guard as terrifying as Xiao Qi again, at least before this lower bracket game, Li Xingjue never thought of it.

But this damn Zhong Jinyun appeared!

Almost with a single blow, he turned the tide of the battle and dragged them into troubled waters.

And now, it seems, is the real decisive battle.

Li Xingjue didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if the ball was not thrown, it might go into overtime, and then be completely conquered by Zhong Jinyun, he couldn't understand why the person who was seriously injured just now could still stand on the court.

Are their team doctors all fools!

Honk!

The referee blows the whistle for the start of the game.

Jing Yan of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School walked towards the sideline and took the basketball.

The team situation is quite stable, there is no panic, and Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School shows the style of the old school.

The people in Beifu are very scattered, and they adopt the tactics of man-to-man.

"Lore or overtime?"

Zhang Lijie explained.

This is the time when the nerves are truly tested.

Zhong Jinyun's eyes stared at Li Xingjue like eagle eyes, and he stared at himself like before. He leaned close to Lord Lee, trying to hold him to the death.

The linesman was counting down with his hands, and every stroke made a nerve.

The audience had stopped talking, as if they had been exhausted from what had just happened.

Sudden mutation!

A cover appeared on Zhong Jinyun's left flank, and Li Xingjue in front of him took a deep breath, jumped back abruptly, and then suddenly opened the full gear and ran towards the side behind the cover.

"Oops!"

Zhong Jinyun felt bad in his heart.

Jing Yan serves.

"Lee Sing Jue catches the ball!"

Zhang Zhang shouted.

"Damn!"

Zhong Jinyun wanted to tear off his steps to catch up, but at the moment when his left foot exerted force, the ice-like pain stimulated his brain, and when the audience was in an uproar, his left leg completely lost strength and fell to his knees on the way to catch up.

"OMG!"

Apeng cried out in despair.

I saw Li Xingjue in the high position jumping up high and throwing the ball, and Zhong Jinyun, who should have appeared in front of him, was looking at the basketball from afar.

Jump!

Zhong Jinyun heard that the nerve in his head that had been tense was broken.

Under the gaze of countless people, the basketball slipped into the hoop.

Honk!

At this point, the full-time whistle stops and the game ends.

No one exclaimed, no one roared, no one even stood up in appreciation.

"Lore! Lore! “

Appen muttered repeatedly.

Li Xingjue of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School completed the lore of Beifu No. 1 Middle School, and he destroyed the belief that Beifu No. 1 Middle School was built, just like the white-haired Xiao Qi back then, it was still a lore that was difficult to find in a lifetime.

"Yay!"

As if he had gone crazy, he raised his hands and ran towards the backcourt, followed by all his ecstatic teammates.

There is no doubt that Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School is the ultimate winner today.

"It's a pity that Beifu No. 1 Middle School failed to complete the turnaround, they will enter the elimination of the lower bracket, I hope they can break out of the encirclement."

Appen said in disappointment.

In this scene, Zhong Jinyun undoubtedly shocked him, but unfortunately, the balance of victory did not tip to him.

In the last two goals, Zhen Nai Cheng is also him, and he is also defeated, but can you blame him?

And after this battle, Beifu No. 1 Middle School has no way to retreat, hoping that they can fight against the water.

"Let's go."

Xiao Qi in the stands said to his teammates.

He may be the only one in the audience who understands that he has worked hard for a long time for one thing and persevered for a long time, but in the end, he can't escape the feeling of failure.

You fight your best, from a little hope to a win, from no one to unity, to the end when you hit the winning shot, everyone cheers, even you yourself fantasize about countless moments of victory, but you make a fatal mistake on the last throw. That mistake is like a vicious sting that sticks in your throat and makes you miserable.

Xiao Qi understood that he was like that in last year's finals, forced, helpless, and bowed down.

Just like Zhong Jinyun at this time, he half-knelt on the cold floor, looking at the score over and over again.

Zhong Jinyun scored a game-high 41 points, breaking the record for the highest score of the year held by Huang Fuxuan, a guard from Shanling Middle School in Tianjin.

The narrator is still talking, trying to comfort the failed king with these.

But what's the use?

His teammates picked up Zhong Jinyun and walked towards the midfield.

As is customary, they are required to complete the rite of passage.

Once upon a time, they always shook hands as victors, but until they stretched out their right hands and listened to the people of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School say, "You have played well." Only then did I realize that that moment was really cruel!

Everyone held a helpless smile and congratulated their opponents, and every congratulations was trampling on their own hearts.

However, the spectators have left, the lights are dimming, and the game is over!

……

Mei Qian led the team behind her to the locker room, these children were in desperate need of rest, they needed a delicious dinner, a quiet music, a warm bath, and a comfortable bed to relax their tired bodies and minds.

Even if such a result is no longer acceptable, as a coach, she must be strong.

Zhong Jinyun lowered his head and walked at the end, the bright light shining on his body, pulling out a long black shadow.

Suddenly someone called his name,

He looked up, and in those dry eyes, Zhong Feixuan was standing in front of him.

The corners of Zhong Jinyun's mouth twitched, and he wanted to squeeze out a little smile, but unexpectedly touched the sensitive corners of his eyes.

"Brother."

A tear of embarrassment slipped from his eyes.

……

At this point, the series of "Fight for Whom" is over.

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Author's Note: I want to ask you a question: What do you think of Whistling Heaven's retirement?