28 seconds.

So far, all the pressure has fallen on the five players on the field. And these players on the Qiming field are counting on their brains now.

Fengze.

There was no timeout, no help from the coaching staff, not even the contribution of the bench, at this moment, all the pressure was on Feng Ze.

It can be said that his every move will determine the outcome of this game, and will determine the life and death of Qiming.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

If you want to describe the state of Fengze at this time, I really can't find a word that can sum it up better than this word.

Don't say that he, even if he blows the horn of counterattack and turns the director over at all times, the five members of Beifu are physically and mentally exhausted.

The game has reached this point, and the physical strength of every player has reached the extreme. These 28 seconds are probably their last pool of stamina.

And now, there are only 5 seconds to think about it. Those 5 seconds is the time to serve, and no matter how tired his body is, his brain can't stop at this moment. He needs to make the decision to secure the victory.

For example, 2 or 3 points for pressing time?

For example, do you come by yourself or continue to run according to the established tactics?

For example, after the ball is scored, how to prevent Beifu's attack?

These were the decisions he needed to make.

Lee Cheol-han, who was preparing to receive the ball on the sideline, was also under these pressures. He is luckier than Feng Ze, he never needs to think about controlling the rhythm and controlling the overall situation. He has always believed that Feng Ze can sort it all out, and he only needs to throw the ball into the basket.

But now, the situation made it impossible for him to think so calmly. On the national stage, he had never faced such an anxious and dangerous situation.

He can only trust Feng Ze.

"Let's see, Qiming has served in the backcourt." Narrator.

With Kazawa regaining control of the ball, the clock was officially moving towards the 27-second countdown.

……

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and the audience did not dare to make a sound at this moment, whether it was the students of Qiming or the supporters of Beifu. They are afraid that the slightest movement will interfere with the thinking and movements of the players on the field.

The atmosphere was eerily tense.

Feng Ze controlled the ball to the front court and did not get closer to the three-point line. It is clear to all the generals that the captain needs to control the situation and consume as much time as possible.

Then, the last 10 seconds of Qiming's offensive time will be the decisive moment, and it is also the final moment of Qiming's tactical launch.

Feng Ze is in possession of the ball, but his eyes sweep over everyone and every area within the three-point line. He was like a cheetah hunting, staring at him but not moving.

But the prey trembled and did not dare to relax. Because once the cheetah strikes, it will be bloody.

"Cover!" Shao Jia shouted from the commentary platform.

Xiang Ying raised near the midfield, and Feng Ze heard the ball on the side.

The situation will heat up in an instant.

Wei Wei of Beifu didn't dare to slack off at all, and hurriedly followed Xiang Ying forward.

Zhong Jinyun, who is the main defense of Feng Ze, does not want to give up the defensive position, if he changes the defense at this time, let the tall Wei Wei face Feng Ze with certain offensive ability and flexibility, it is simply forming a defensive hole. But Feng Ze is not a vegetarian, and a change of hand dribble with a variable speed shook a trace of hesitation in Zhong Jinyun's center of gravity, allowing him to quickly dodge Zhong Jinyun with the help of Xiang Ying's cover, and face the tall Wei Wei.

Beifu has changed its guard!

Time continues to move around.

Almost everyone in the audience was staring at Feng Ze, and their hearts were beating to their throats.

It's a small and big opportunity, it's a rare opportunity for enlightenment, it's a chance for Feng Ze to prove himself, it's an attack that has the potential to kill the game.

And all of this is a heavy bet on Feng Ze.

And Feng Ze's sharp eagle-like eyes had already pierced Wei Wei's defensive footsteps cleanly.

Feng Ze, who has the reputation of 'Famous Sword Taia', put aside all the pressure on his body at this moment. I saw him holding the ball and stepping towards Wei Wei's center.

And the tall center immediately exposed the problem of his unstable center of gravity when defending the defender, and just this kick that penetrated Wei Wei's center horizontally almost gave Wei Wei a death sentence like a death sickle.

Wei Wei didn't dare to move in the slightest, so he could only be forced to lower his center of gravity, but unexpectedly, Feng Ze's feet exerted force at the same time, and the foot that turned to the center immediately swiped to the right, and the back foot kicked hard, and the wind surrounded him at this moment.

Wei Wei was naturally unwilling to be passed away like this, because he was also carrying Beifu behind him, and he used all his strength to send it out, shifted his center of gravity, and retreated to the left, wanting to block the route of Fengze's speed.

But how could such a move be a clever defensive step in the eyes of the agile Fengze. What's more, at this time, his heart to send Qiming to the finals has reached the point of being fierce. His eagle eye had already taken it all in.

Unable to allow Wei Wei to make half an adjustment, Feng Ze's right hand changed direction before receiving the body, and the whole body walked against the wind, using a rare conversion speed to completely leave Wei Wei behind.

"Feng Ze has passed Wei Wei!" Shao Jia's shouting shook the entire venue. The entire audience, especially Qiming's audience, had already stood up, as if they had seen the dawn of victory in Feng Ze's body.

Qiming's attack time went to 6 seconds, and the time at the end of the game went to 10 seconds.

Feng Ze is about to step into the forbidden area!

In an instant, Zhong Jinyun was like a gale, slapping his horse from Feng Ze's flank, and he set aside Xiang Ying, who was pulling away from the vacant position on the upper line, and blocked Feng Ze in a desperate way.

Yes, the choice is difficult.

But in the arena that had already melted into everyone's concentration, at that critical moment, Zhong Jinyun made his own subconscious moves.

The person in front of him is even more dangerous, his left hand holding the ball is like holding a sickle that adjudicates life and death, Zhong Jinyun has no time to take care of it, he has no time, and he does not dare to have more time.

He had to strangle Feng Ze's fierce attack here.

At the same time, almost all five people in Beifu stood dead in the restricted area.

At this time, you can't be allowed to score on their heads.

Step on.

Jump!

Feng Ze faced the defense, faced the huge net of Beifu, and resolutely kicked and jumped.

At that moment, his mind may have flashed past those seniors who had gone away, those teammates who had fought side by side, and himself who had hated last year.

But there must have been a flash of a human figure.

Li Zhehan.

His most trusted partner, the most important partner. He stood near a 45-degree angle on the left, empty beside him.

Fate made a choice at this moment.

Or many years later, countless people will recall whether Fengze's choice was correct, but no one will deny Fengze's choice.

His left hand, known as the 'left hand of God', takes the ball in the air and folds it behind his back, and then shakes his hand to exert force.

The basketball, which should have been thrown here, was passed to his left side with unmistakable precision.

"Kazezawa has passed the ball!"

"There is no one to defend in front of Li Zhehan!"

Only two seconds passed.

Honk!

A shrill whistle rang through the arena.

And everyone present had no time to pay attention to the referee, and their eyes were fixed on the basketball of the Beifu basket of the flying net.

It was in the air, spinning, moving forward, flying in its path with the eyes of countless people.

Among these countless people are

Li Zhehan, who threw that shot, and Bu Xiaotian, who reacted quickly but had no choice but to send a foul.

The basketball finally touched the basket and circled around it, in a circle that was probably a century long.

And then

Fell out!

Call!

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth.

"God bless Beifu, Li Zhehan didn't score the ball this time, but he got two free throws."

Li Zhehan and Bu Xiaotian passed by, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the chagrin emanating from them.

Lee almost killed the game.

……

81 to 80!

"If Li Zhehan scores these two goals, Qiming is at least in a situation where he will not lose." He Shaoping said, "But the pressure of these two balls is unimaginable to anyone." ”

Free throw line free throws.

Every basketball player throws tens of thousands of shots here, and so does Lee.

But there were those two, perhaps the two most cherished free throws of his life so far.

Feng Ze wanted to say something to Li Zhehan, who was standing at the free throw line, but the foot that had just stepped out immediately stopped.

He understands Li Zhehan.

At this moment, no one wants to get the ball in more than him.

Time stops at 7 seconds.

The audience was silent.

(End of chapter)