Who would have thought before the game that Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School, the runner-up of the last session and the world's unparalleled genius Xiao Qi, would be cornered by a dark horse team from Hubei in this year's quarterfinals, and it was likely to lose.

Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School still has a two-point lead, but both in terms of momentum and team, they are in jeopardy.

"If Guangzhou doesn't respond, they're in danger."

He Shaoping explained Guangzhou's current situation in one sentence.

Everyone held their breath, every second now was too precious to be missed.

Beifu No. 1 Middle School did not force and trap the whole field, but retreated to its own position and waited for the arrival of Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School.

Xiao Qi is still the point of possession.

He is now the only pillar of the team, the spirit of all the Guangzhou supporters present, and he must fight back against those Beifu people who want to steal the fruits of victory in the most effective and sharp way as before.

As the minutes passed, the other teammates of Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School were very scattered, and they knew very well in their hearts that at this moment, helping Xiao Qi cover was equivalent to doing a disservice, and what they could do now was to help the captain open up space as much as possible and create enough space for him.

Yes, not only the spectators on the sidelines, but also silently prayed in their hearts that the captain could fight back against these rampant Beifu people.

Beifu did not use Zhong Jinyun to defend Xiao Qi again, and the same trick could only be used once, so this time, Bu Xiaotian personally led the defense, and the others still adopted selective trapping, the purpose was to cut off Xiao Qi's attack.

The two armies faced each other, and each knew what the other was thinking, but the unpredictability of this war increased a lot.

And what they are waiting for now is the clarion call to attack!

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"Why don't you attack yet!"

There was a round of grumbling from the Beifu bench.

Xiao Qi controlled the ball on the outside, eyeing the penalty area of Beifu No. 1 Middle School, but there were less than 10 seconds left in the offensive time, and he still did not choose to attack.

Zhong Jinyun and the others are also under such pressure, in the case of the approaching full-time, their physical strength is seriously overdrawn, and at this time, Xiao Qi's repeated ball control sound is undoubtedly exacerbating the pressure on their spirits, making them in a state of high tension all the time.

Among them, Bu Xiaotian is undoubtedly the most stressed.

The whole body was already soaked, but Bu Xiaotian didn't dare to let his eyes relax for even a moment in these 24 seconds, because maybe just a second, the person in front of him would poke you straight to the death hole.

But when you look at Xiao Qi and look at his eyes, they are extremely sad.

How could he not know about Bu Xiaotian's death hole?

"It's fast, has excellent physical fitness, and has a very stable lower plate, but the disadvantage of this kind of person who likes to jump is that he likes to try blocks."

Xiao Qi recalled everything that had happened on the field in his mind, and those fragmented fragments became meaningful in his eyes.

He clarified the characteristics of Bu Xiaotian, and even penetrated what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

That is, don't jump!

"Don't jump, don't jump!"

Yes, Bu Xiaotian is also aware of his shortcomings, so he gave himself a strong psychological hint in his heart, warning himself not to jump easily.

There were only five seconds left, and Xiao Qi moved!

He boldly headed towards Bu Xiaotian's left side, a swift stride, but it was only confusing.

I saw that Xiao Qi started to have the potential of annexation, but the landing was as light as a dragonfly, and after testing Bu Xiaotian's defense in an instant, he immediately exerted his heel force and completely pulled his forward center of gravity back.

It's a step back again!

Bu Xiaotian was not shaken away, he posted it, and saw that Xiao Qi's body had a tendency to float.

Three-point line!

Is this going to be cast?

The thought of a moment in Bu Xiaotian was immediately replaced by his powerful psychological suggestion.

This is absolutely confusing, this is definitely going to make me foul!

But

The audience had already gotten up and made a three-point gesture towards the sky.

That's right

Xiao Qi jumped!

Xiao Qi, who had insight into all the psychological activities of Bu Xiaotian, was like a winner, overlooking Bu Xiaotian's hesitant body, and the whole person went up against the wind.

"Will there be?"

The ball shot out like an arrow from a string, blocking the sound of everyone's almost roaring and their heartbeat.

This is definitely a gambling shot, and it also shows Xiao Qi's almost domineering self-confidence.

But fate favored his self-confidence.

Brush!

Basketball in the bag.

Xiao Qi reappeared and pulled three points!

All the fans of Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School, including the players on their field, and even the two commentators in the studio, went crazy.

Miracles reappeared.

Xiao Qi is the god of death wielding the death sickle, and he must completely extinguish the flame of hope that was originally burning the prairies.

The excitement brought by the goal made Xiao Qi uncontrollably open his arms to the sky, stretched out his hands, and roared the domineering spirit of a king. The audience was the courtiers who were worshipping, shouting his name one after another, and they were extremely religious.

95 to 90, with only 27 seconds left. Xiao Qi's three-point shot almost killed the game, and also killed the smile that was about to bloom on the faces of the people of Beifu, and even their head coach Chen Meiqian was like his soul was drained in an instant, and his body collapsed in his seat.

But the five people on the field in Beifu launched a fast attack in Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School, which was still immersed in joy.

A counterattack that has been hailed as tragic is being staged!

Beifu Lightning said to the audience, 'No! ’

Zhong Jinyun pushed the attack, and the five armies went down to the Guangzhou penalty area together.

"Back to the defense!"

The people of Guangzhou, who knew the motives of the Northern Mansion, reacted.

One by one, they retreated towards the backcourt, as if they were about to lose the game.

Xiao Qi was the first to wake up from joy, and he quickly stared at Zhong Jinyun.

But Zhong Jinyun didn't slow down!

Or maybe he's gone his own way.

The two intertwined until the half of Guangzhou, Xiao Qi saw that he was about to defend against Zhong Jinyun's offensive, but at that moment, Zhong Jinyun passed!

Whistling Days.

This person's face appeared in Xiao Qi's mind, so much so that he hurriedly shouted loudly: "Guard against No. 23!" ”

How dare the players in Guangzhou disobey the order, not to mention that this is the moment of life and death. They all looked for the word '23' engraved on their backs at the first moment after Xiao Qi shouted.

But the trajectory of the ball was in the opposite direction of the whistling sky.

Not him!

Taking advantage of the moment when Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School was stunned, the Beifu Divine Shot, who had been silent, Mu Shangtian appeared in the team, no, Zhong Jinyun needed his position the most.

And Wu Wei, who was closest to him, reacted and threw himself at him madly.

In the uproar of the audience, Mu Shangtian was knocked to the ground by Wu Wei, but the ball was not in his hands.

It flew to where it was supposed to be.

Basket!

Honk!

The referee blows the whistle.

But Beifu No. 1 Middle School wanted more than that, Mu Shangtian got up desperately, staring at the basket fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot.

Until the crunch of 'brushing'.

The basketball hits the rebound and bounces into the blue net pocket.

The goddess of fate favors the bloody Beifu No. 1 Middle School.

Yes!

The audience burst into cheers.

Beifu No. 1 Middle School is resurrected!

With only 19 seconds left in the game, Mu Shangtian, a sharpshooter from Beifu No. 1 High School, delivered a valuable three points and a penalty penalty.

"Good shot!"

The players on the field went crazy and went to their teammates and hugged each other in celebration.

This ball told everyone that Beifu No. 1 Middle School would never surrender so easily.

"Whew, whew, whew."

Mu Shangtian, who was holding a basketball, kept taking deep breaths, which was the easiest and most effective way to calm his mind.

At this moment, there is no need for blood, no need for passion, he just needs to be calm and calmly complete the whole shot.

Raise your elbows and flick your wrists.

Coherent.

Mu Shangtian stood still.

Brush.

Penalty for hits.

95 to 94!

"Mu Shangtian is good!"

The bench and the crowd shouted in ecstasy.

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"At this time, what kind of tactics will Beifu No. 1 Middle School use?" He Shaoping forcibly calmed his excited mood and explained, "Is it to force the robbery, or to trap Xiao Qi, or to foul in advance and take back the initiative." ”

Yes, the decision is coming, no matter which one it is, Guangzhou No. 4 Middle School will have countermeasures.

At this time, there was no timeout on either side, and Beifu No. 1 Middle School had given up on Mei Qian's tactic of using the Vision of God, and all this could only be decided by the players on the field.

And Beifu No. 1 Middle School, which put away her excitement, gathered together, and Meiqian in the audience anxiously wanted to know what they were discussing, but in addition to seeing Zhong Jinyun move her mouth, she watched them disperse.

Zhong Jinyun has already made a decision?

Mei Qian wondered.

There is no doubt that Zhong Jinyun made a decision.

Beifu No. 1 Middle School did not press all over the court, nor did it double wrap Xiao Qi, Beifu No. 1 Middle School almost sent Xiao Qi to the sideline for nothing, and took the ball safely, while the rest of them all retreated to their own half like a tide.

When the clock jumped to 18 seconds, there was only one white jersey in the entire Guangzhou half.

Number 24.

Zhong Jinyun straightened his chest and stood in front of Xiao Qi.

And this move puzzled everyone and surprised them.

Single defense?

Xiao Qi was stunned for a second, Zhong Jinyun had already set up a defensive position, waiting for his attack.

"They're finishing the showdown that wasn't done that year."

Zhong Feixuan, who was originally excited, unusually calmed down when he saw this scene.

Among the more than 10,000 people present, only Zhong Feixuan could truly understand his younger brother's heart.

At present, Jin Yun has forgotten what kind of arena he is in, he has even forgotten the time, forgotten his teammates, he wants to face off against Xiao Qi, he wants to respond to Xiao Qi's actions back then, he wants to complete the score that he didn't finish in the street court that year.

He wants to have a fair one-on-one with Xiao Qi, and let the score decide life and death.

Yes, that's the decision.

Zhong Jinyun's dead eyes seemed to say to Xiao Qi,

"Draw your sword!"

This is a declaration of war.

The strongest blade from both sides will eventually have a result.

And Xiao Qi has no reason not to take it.

He laughed and dropped the basketball.

Who lives and who dies, after sixteen seconds, the score will tell you the answer.

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Author's note: Actually, there is another chapter~