Brush.

Hit the penalty safely.

The difference between the two sides has reached 7 points, and the momentum of Beifu seems to be unstoppable.

Qiming called a timeout again. That's just over a minute since the last timeout.

For the first time, the little time left was left in the eyes of both sides.

And He Shaoping, who was in the commentary seat, couldn't calm the restlessness in his heart for a long time after reading this button repeatedly.

It's not that he has seen less of such dunks, on the contrary, he has seen a lot. But there are very few things like this that he will not be able to forget for a long time, let alone in a high school competition at this level.

Through that dunk, Zhong Jinyun's determination to go against the grain was vividly displayed, which seemed to make him go back and re-examine his previous views on the kid who had just defeated Xiao Qi.

also made him re-examine Shao Jia's previous assertion:

"In the history of the high school league semifinals, no team has been able to complete the comeback in the face of 21 points of adversity!"

Is there really none?

……

At this time, in the Qiming Array, the atmosphere was even more dull than just now.

The coach's hideous expression, and the team was still afraid of the aftermath of the button just now, which made the next tactical arrangement difficult.

Feng Ze's sense of urgency was even stronger, his back was already soaked to the point of chilling, and his body, which should have been so hot, turned out to be cold and penetrating.

And this time, he turned his gaze to Li Zhehan, who did not come to encourage him like before, but saw that Li Zhehan's face was even heavier. Feng Ze knew that Li Zhehan must have been immersed in the defeat just now and failed to come out. He wanted to reach out to persuade him, but unexpectedly, Li Zhehan had already walked towards the court with the whistle at the end of the timeout.

"Zhehan?"

No response.

……

Returning to the arena, Beifu was obviously more motivated by Zhong Jinyun's exhilarating clasp just now.

On the other hand, Qiming, the dullness is unobstructed.

Feng Ze quickly advanced to the front, and Beifu changed his defensive position and realized a double package for Li Zhehan from time to time, which made Li Zhehan, who had lost a little patience, even more irritable.

Tang Yi wrapped around Li Zhehan like kraft candy, and Beifu faced Qiming's off-ball blocking and dismantling, and changed the defense very well.

The team couldn't get a chance, so Feng Ze had to call Huajie to come up and block the demolition.

The situation is so grim that Feng Ze must carry the team on his shoulders.

He borrowed the blocking and dismantling of Huajie, and followed Wei Wei after the change of defense. Just as he was about to speed up, a chill suddenly chilled down his spine.

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and in an instant, the sound of breaking the ball rang out.

"Oops!" A bad sign sounded in Feng Ze's head.

"Feng Ze is broken!" Shao Jia said quickly, "Beifu chance ball!" ”

The wind that was broken did not have time to regret it, and the wind of Beifu blew smoothly.

The five generals of Beifu, who were already gaining momentum, how could they let such a great opportunity pass in their hands. What's more, fast attack counterattack is what they are best at, gallop up, reach out and come!

Zhong Jinyun, who successfully tackled, did not hesitate, and passed the ball out with a swift hit to the ground.

And Bu Xiaotian, who arrived at the horse, rushed to Qiming's half in almost a moment. At this time, he suddenly stopped the ball, which made Qiming, who was returning to defense, hesitate.

Unexpectedly, in just a second, even greater bad news came towards Qiming.

The ball flew to the bottom corner, and Mu Shangtian, who had a hot hand, was there!

The opportunity was not easy to come by, so how could Mu Shangtian let it be easily lost?

Under the raised hands of the supporters of Beifu, he jumped up and threw the much-anticipated three-point pursuit.

The Nets responded to his soft touch.

Three more points!

"Good shot!"

Everyone in the Beifu Formation raised his hands together to congratulate him!

"Beifu No. 1 Middle School has narrowed the score difference to 4 points, which is the first time that Beifu No. 1 Middle School has narrowed the score difference to such a small one." Shao Jia couldn't suppress her emotions and said excitedly, "Could it be that we are really fortunate to witness such a possible reversal miracle in our three lives!" ”

Before the words fell, the audience broke out with earth-shattering cries under Shao Jia's excellent incitement.

They chanted:

Beifu, one more!

And in the next second, Qiming called a pause again!

This was Qiming's last timeout in the fourth quarter, and unfortunately, every time they came back from a timeout, Beifu seized the opportunity to play a wave of momentum that was higher than the wave.

The pressure has come to Qiming, and the time to test Qiming has come!

……

Grandstand.

"Qiming seems to be in danger." Yan Anxun of Jingshi National said.

"It's not," Nan Lichuan, who is also a teammate, responded, "It's a pity that this good victory was buried like this, it's a pity for Feng Ze and Li Zhehan." ”

"Their mentality is shaky, and it's hard to keep this fight going any longer." Yan Anxun replied.

"Who knows," Nan Lichuan said, "but Zhong Jinyun from this northern mansion is very interesting." ”

"He?" Yan Anxun set his eyes on Zhong Jinyun and said with a smile, "It's very interesting." ”

……

Paused in the Beifu formation.

Mei Qian looked at the team members in front of her, and her joy was overflowing.

The game has come to this juncture, and Mei Qian doesn't have much to say. She just rubbed the hair of Tang Yi, who was closest to her, over and over again, and kept muttering, "Good job, good job!" ”

made Tang Yi bend over, speechless and helpless in response.

The atmosphere and fighting spirit are finally back in their own hands in Beifu.

……

Paused in the Enlightenment Array.

If there is one word to describe the atmosphere of the Qiming camp at this time, it is depression.

There's nothing more depressing than going from winning to panicking. That means that the self-confidence you rely on has been replaced by low self-esteem, that means that there is a gap between the teammates you count on and you, and that means that the fans who were still enthusiastically supporting you a moment ago have spat on you and booed wildly.

And all this is happening in Qiming's camp.

They were so depressed that they couldn't hear the coach's voice in front of the crowd at all, they only knew that there were less than two minutes left to carry the game, and they didn't know whether to step with their left or right foot when they went on the pitch now.

This disease, which simply cannot be found in a battle-hardened team, is spreading like crazy.

In this time of crisis, if there is anyone who dares to stand up, that person can only be Fengze.

Yes, that's right, it was Captain Qiming who made a fatal mistake on the court in the last second - Feng Ze!

At this time, Feng Ze still chose to stand in the center of the team with his head held high, and his appearance was what the coach wanted, so he naturally acquiesced.

No one knew that Feng Ze was suffering from mental self-destruction at this moment, so much so that his sense of urgency was destroying his confidence all the time.

But when he looked up at his teammates who were as godless as frosted eggplants, a strong sense of protection and responsibility surged from his chest, and he had to overcome his self-tension and walk towards the center of the team.

It's an incredibly uncomfortable process. Zhehan, who had been with him all along, couldn't help him, because he was also in a state of endless self-doubt.

"My teammates." Feng Ze spoke, and he could clearly hear the trills in his own voice. What a pathetic thing it must be.

But when you speak, you have to keep talking.

With the team at stake, he had to go on.

"Raise your head!" Feng Ze roared to suppress the urgency in his heart. This sentence is not like saying it to others, but more like saying it to yourself.

"Look at your guys, is this still the invincible Shanghai champion?!" Feng Ze shouted, "Are you still that scrappy warrior?!" ”

Under the influence of these words, each member of the team slowly raised their heads, which had been lowered.

"A year ago today, we regretted bidding farewell to the national stage and returning to Shanghai from Beijing. But as soon as they got off the plane, everyone went straight to the school gymnasium regardless of the fatigue of the journey and the fatigue of the competition. Because of what? ”

Feng Ze paused and shouted in a high-pitched voice:

"Because we don't admit defeat!"

"There, we wrote our vows. What is the oath? ”

"It's 'lying on the salary and tasting the gall, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu!' , is 'lying on the ice and drinking blood, singing in the coming year!' It is a long-cherished wish, a bravery, a determination to win, a hatred of failure, and a burning blood to win the gold cup in the coming year! ”

"Have you forgotten?" Feng Ze yelled at his teammates!

"Nope!" The response shook the sky. Every team member saw their own failures yesterday in their eyes, and hatred and determination quietly burned in their eyes.

"So, can we fall here!" Feng Ze shouted, thunder.

"Can't!"

Feng Ze choked, raised his right hand, pointed to the highest podium carrying the Champion Gold Cup, and shouted:

"Enlightenment!"

"Victory!"

……

(End of chapter)