The situation collapsed in the shadow of the wind

Honk!

With a whistle, the game continued.

The score was 43-46, and Beifu had the ball.

Mei Qian changed to No. 8 Tang Yi, plus Zhong Jinyun and Weis, who were still on the field, and Beifu changed to a three-back tactic.

"The purpose of Beifu is very clear, improve the attack!" He Shaoping on the commentary seat pierced Coach Meixi's thoughts.

Mei Qian's arrangement is exactly what He Shaoping said, but she still has a purpose, that is, to block Qiming's backfield and use the high-speed moving guard line to impose pressure on Qiming's backcourt. Mei Qian knew that Qiming's attack was launched on the back line.

……

Weisi controlled the ball to the front court, and after Bu Xiaotian covered, Zhong Jinyun successfully went out to the three-point line, Wang Ruocheng, who had led the defense before, was blocked on the inside, Weisi handed over the ball, and Zhong Jinyun led the attack.

"Block Wang Ruocheng and strive for Zhong Jinyun to directly oppose Li Zhehan." So said Missie before the pause.

And now, the moratorium in Beifu seems to have worked.

Zhong Jinyun faced Li Zhehan, the leader of Qiming's attack on the tide. Mei Qian expected that if Zhong Jinyun could directly hit Li Zhehan and break through his defense, he would not only be able to stop the decline of Beifu's attack, but also rebuild Zhong Jinyun's offensive confidence.

"Heh, can't you hold your breath so soon?" Li Zhehan said with a frivolous face. He didn't expect that the exciting words before the pause would make Zhong Jinyun unable to hold his breath so quickly, and he deliberately transferred him out by covering the dismantling.

Zhong Jinyun did not reply. On the basketball court, scoring goals is the most direct word.

I saw Zhong Jinyun step forward and probe the prelude to this offensive.

Li Zhehan's performance on the defensive end was obviously not as solid as Wang Ruocheng before, and Zhong Jinyun's ruthless probing step made his position shake instantly.

Scold!

Zhong Jinyun let out a low roar and rushed in the direction of Li Zhehan's displacement.

This step was very fast, almost shocking the entire audience, but Qiming showed no signs of turmoil.

"Beifu is going to miscalculate, they don't know, against Qiming, hitting noodles with points is like hitting a stone with an egg!" He Shaoping became a prophecy.

And just when Zhong Jinyun was about to throw Li Zhehan away, Qiming's front suddenly shrank, and the opponent who came over to make up for it was forcing Zhong Jinyun to the bottom line.

"Strike hard!" Shao Jia exclaimed.

In the shot, Zhong Jinyun, who was forced to have nowhere to go on the bottom line, forcibly squeezed out the space and rose into the air at an angle almost close to 0 degrees. With the help of the team, Li Zhehan, who delayed Zhong Jinyun to keep up, then rose up and stretched out his hand to interfere.

Clang!

The sound of the pop-up frame announced that Zhong Jinyun had lost this attack. And the singles tactics that Beifu arranged for Zhong Jinyun this time also failed.

……

Kazezawa controls the ball and goes up.

Li Zhehan walked inside, and Tang Yi, who was following the defense, did not dare to relax his vigilance, but unexpectedly, Li Zhehan suddenly moved in the opposite direction, and with the help of his teammates, he pulled to the weak side.

Ball to man!

Brush!

Li Zhehan raised his right hand and announced the end of this attack.

45 to 46!

The difference is only one point.

……

"Ah, Beifu's attack this time is in a hurry, and Bu Xiaotian's shot is off." Shao Jia said.

Ten seconds later, Li Zhehan moved inward, and after reaching the bottom line of the middle lane, he suddenly accelerated and changed to the middle lane. Tang Yi wanted to keep up, but was once again blocked by the big forward and center on the Qiming Middle route.

Brush.

Again.

47 to 46!

With Li Zhehan's goal, Shanghai completed the scoring overtake.

The momentum of cheering for Qiming has reached its peak!

……

Complete one's misery.

Under the leadership of Li Zhehan, Qiming's offensive frenzy became more ruthless and more difficult to stop.

In the eyes of everyone, Qiming's player wearing the No. 32 jersey moved silently, like a shadowless sword, when the opponent was a little relaxed, once it was unsheathed, blood splashed in all directions.

Beifu Yizhong, who had never encountered such an opponent and style of play, was tired of parrying, and in the condition of his own ineffective offense, he finally collapsed with a three-point shot after a cover by Feng Ze.

57 to 46!

The score difference has been stretched to 11 points, and Qiming has forced Beifu No. 1 Middle School to the precipice.

……

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

……

Shanghai Windy City Junior High School Basketball Hall.

The sound of the ball came from the arena, but soon it stopped abruptly with a deep male voice.

"Alright, that's it." The person who spoke was Li Guanbo, the head coach of Windy City Junior High School.

Just a second ago, he and the other Windy City varsity team members present were watching a heads-up match, and the protagonists of this heads-up game were still on the court.

It's just that one is high up and the other is out of breath.

"Cut, are you embarrassed to sign up for the varsity team at this level of shit?" The tall man said with disdain, "Go home and raise pigs." ”

"Alone, you can't make the climate." The loser replied with arrogance.

This remark immediately angered the previous man, who was about to lift the ball and smash it forward, but was persuaded by the head coach: "Enough, Yang Ze, return to the team." ”

"But the coach?" Yang Ze didn't want to swallow this breath, but he was pulled away by the captain Feng Ze on the side, unable to release his anger.

The other person patted the dust on his body, and when he was about to leave with a relaxed face, he was stopped by Li Guanbo and asked, "What's your name." ”

"Class seven, Li Zhehan."

After class.

Li Guanbo invited Li Zhehan in time, and the two chatted in the outfield of the stadium.

"I wonder what you're looking for me?" Li Zhehan asked, "Otherwise, I have something to do and have to go first." ”

"Do you want to join the Windy City?" Li Guanbo asked.

"Can someone like me who lost a game join?" Li Zhehan asked rhetorically.

Li Guanbo sensed that Li Zhehan wanted to join, and then said: "In terms of personal strength, you are still a long way from the selection requirements of Windy City, but you have a special talent for basketball, and this talent is enough for you to dominate Shanghai in the future." ”

Li Guanbo's tone was not small, which shocked Li Zhehan after listening to it.

'Dominate Shanghai!' What an honor and compliment.

And after listening to it, Li Zhehan asked with an expectant face: "What kind of talent is it?" ”

"Sense of place." Li Guanbo replied.

"Sense of location?" Li Zhehan was very puzzled, he didn't know what kind of talent this would be.

But Li Guanbo trusted his instincts very much, he stretched out his right hand to Li Zhehan, and said with great interest: "Welcome to Fengcheng, I am confident that you can play talent!" ”

……

And six years later, in Beijing, at the Wukesong Gymnasium, which attracted national attention, at this moment, as the scoring core of Qiming No. 3 Middle School, Li Zhehan has indulged the world in his ghostly running position that exists all the time, he has played his own unique talent, and he has made his opponent really feel the 'uncatchable shadow'.

The Beifu army under this shadow is panicking every moment.

……

(End of chapter)