Chapter 16 Rookie VS Old Student

The dusk at the end of September was full of a faint sadness. Shuiyun, a small city, was in a quiet atmosphere. The sound of cars on the road seemed to be particularly careful at this time, but the basketball court in Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School was a little out of line with this harmonious picture. In the eyes of the students, the early autumn in the evening The sun is not so poisonous, and there is a slight cool breeze, which is a good time to play basketball.

Yan Lingfeng occupied a rebound alone. Although his left hand has not recovered, after these days of hard practice, his right hand has already dribbled well. Yan Lingfeng, who was reborn, has a much better physique than ordinary people. Fighting in the NBA is a dream in his previous life, but his weak physique makes this dream last forever. It's far from true. Who says that Chinese people's physique is not suitable for playing basketball, and who says that Chinese defenders will never be able to fight at the top of the world? With the passage of time, Yan Lingfeng's eyes are completely focused on basketball. If you want to realize your dream, you have to start from now on. If you want to be an excellent point guard, it is the most basic to be able to dribble skillfully with both hands. Although the injury of his left hand limited Yan Lingfeng's chance to participate in the competition, it made him realize the obvious weakness that his right hand could hardly dribble the ball.

The selection mechanism of Chinese basketball used to be rigid. The selection of professional basketball players always takes a mold to measure. The height limit has blocked the way forward of many basketball enthusiasts. Yan Lingfeng, who was reborn, saw hope that he could attract professional basketball teams and even NBA teams. Light, CHBA! As long as you can become famous in high school basketball, the road ahead may become bright.

"Ling Feng, when you recover, it will be no problem for us to win this championship. Why do you practice so hard?" Sun Feiying, who practiced shooting in another field, shouted.

"My goal is not just the champion of the school basketball game!" Yan Lingfeng replied loudly.

"Oh? Do you mean the school team? We may not have much hope. For you, the door of the school team is completely open!" Sun Feiying hit a three-pointer and laughed.

"It's useless to say this now. I still can't play tomorrow. Class 3 of senior high school is not so easy to deal with. If you lose the ball, the door of the school team will be completely closed." Yan Lingfeng reminded.

"Don't worry, after three games, I found that as long as our brothers work together, no one can stop us from moving forward!" Han Dengyun said carelessly.

"I hope so." Yan Lingfeng sighed and continued to drib the ball.

The next morning, in the clear sky, the cool breeze blew by. Xiang Qingyun hugged his shoulder and trembling, "It's only less than October. Why is it so cold?"

Han Dengyun is fat. Although he wears a ball suit like Xiang Qingyun, he doesn't feel cold at all and says carelessly, "When you go on the scene, you won't feel cold. Hurry up and warm up. I'll talk to your sister."

Xiang Ziyan stared at Han Dengyun fiercely and scolded, "Who wants to talk to you? Why are you so thick-skinned!"

Han Dengyun lowered his head and couldn't speak, but he had experienced such a blow many times. He had already been unable to practice. The kind laughter of the people in Class 8 did not pay attention to it at all, and twisted their buttocks to warm up.

Yan Lingfeng has taken off the gauze, moved his slightly swollen left hand, and there is a little pain, so continue to sit on this bench! Just hide the strength of Class 8. Seeing that the time was almost the beginning of the game, he called the five people who were warming up on the field and said, "Bian Yun..."

"Cut, we are not fighting. Why are we talking about military tactics?" Fu Zijun interrupted Yan Lingfeng, who was preparing to make a long speech.

Yan Lingfeng had no choice but to send a hygienic eye and continued, "I watched the game of Class 3 of senior high school yesterday. Their strength is not as vulnerable as everyone imagined, especially the No. 3 Zhang Meng. Don't let him raise his speed. I suggest Feiying focus most of his energy on defense today, as long as he can If you strangle this dream, we will win half of the game.

Sun Feiying's eyes turned around the warm-up senior class on the other side of the venue and said disdainfully, "Is that the dwarf?"

Yan Lingfeng nodded and said, "Zhang Meng's breakthrough speed is faster than the No. 1 in Class 5, and he has a shot. In addition to being shorter, the ball is equivalent to passing to the terminal when it reaches his hand. In yesterday's game, I hardly saw him pass the ball and almost defeated Class 4 of Senior Three with one person. "

"How about the others?" Zhao Senming asked.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head and said, "This is a typical one-person team, just like the Lakers now. As long as the other side strung Kobe Bryant, it will be difficult to win the game." By this time, the shark had swam east to the heat, and the Lakers began to enter a three-year downturn)

"Don't insult my idol, Zhang Meng, right? Let's see how I blocked you today!" Sun Feiying said viciously.

The referee whistled to signal that the game would start immediately.

Although the 76ers had become mediocre in 2004, it may be because of their love for Iverson, the third class of the second year of high school chose the black 76ers jersey as their shirt.

Sun Feiying walked calmly to Zhang Meng and stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, senior."

Zhang Meng sneered and ignored Sun Feiying's stretched out palm and said, "It's all for a top four to fight. Don't do these fake hats. Wait for me to blow it up later."

Sun Feiying narrowed into a crack and said coldly, "Isn't it? Today, I'll tell you why Iverson will never be as good as Kobe!" I ignored this arrogant guy and turned around and walked away.

Zhang Meng rubbed her fists and said nothing more.

The opponent No. 11 standing in the middle circle with Han Dengyun preparing to jump the ball is actually not short. The height of 1.85 meters is already out of reach in the eyes of ordinary people, but standing beside Han Dengyun, who is tall and fat, looks very thin.

Before basketball reached its peak, he straightened his arm and jumped up on the 11th. With the lesson of the last game, how could Han Dengyun suffer the same loss again? With a big shout, it seemed that there was a thunder in the sunny day. The thick body directly hit it, bounced No. 11 aside, and easily pushed the basketball to his half.

Zhao Senming took a step forward, controlled the ball in his hand, and waved to everyone to attack and prepare for the first attack.

Although Zhang Meng, who is only about 175 meters tall, is the shortest among the players in Class 3 of senior high school, the point guard is No. 5, who is 1.8 meters tall. Seeing Zhao Senming control the ball, No. 5 immediately jumped on it.

"Childish." Zhao Senming snorted coldly and protected the ball sideways and pushed forward. The opponent's No. 5 strength was obviously not Zhao Senming's opponent. He was pushed back repeatedly by Zhao Senming and retreated from the opponent's half to his three-point line in the half.

As the team commander, Zhao Senming did not want to go to singles and habitually hoist the ball into the inside line. Han Dengyun catched the basketball. The other side was obviously afraid of this big man who was as tall as 1.95 meters. Fu Zijun, who was outside the three-point line, immediately released Fu Zijun outside the three-point line and ran to assist No. 11 defense.

Han Dengyun held the ball and said to No. 7, "Didn't you find that you missed someone?"

No. 7 is on the left and No. 11 is on the right, and the two people hold Han Dengyun tightly. No. 7 sneered and said, "If you have the ability to pass it to No. 9, it would be strange if he could score outside the three-point line."

Han Dengyun nodded and said, "You are so smart."

Before he finished speaking, Han Dengyun suddenly jumped up and threw the ball into the basket with a small hook on their heads. Fu Zijun jumped and scolded: "Stupid, are you blind? I've been empty for a long time."

After hearing the crisp sound of basketball wiping the net, Han Dengyun swayed his big buttocks and ran to the backcourt, and ignored Fu Zijun's roar.

No. 11 and No. 13 looked at each other. They never thought that this big man, who looked very heavy, would have such a flexible hand.

Those who get insiders get the world, which is the eternal truth on the basketball court. Looking at Han Dengyun's back, Zhang Meng seems to believe what Sun Feiying just said.

"My little AI Zhang Meng is not so easy to deal with, but I want to see if you can prevent me!" After a short loss of consciousness, Zhang Meng quickly woke up and shouted, "Why are you standing stupidly? It's our turn to attack!"

It seems that the task of organizing the No. 5 guard position is only to carry the ball through the half, and then hand over the basketball to Zhang Meng and wait for the half to defend or stop the opponent's fast attack.

As soon as Zhang Meng just received the ball, Sun Feiying posted it and whispered, "If I hadn't tried your level, I could have broken the pass just now."

Indeed, the intention of passing No. 5 is obvious and the speed is not fast. No. 3 can't refute Sun Feiying's words, so he has to answer with practical actions.

The fast dribble under his hand was looking for space for a breakthrough, but in the face of Sun Feiying's almost impeccable defense, Zhang Meng had to choose to forcibly pull the shot when the offensive time was about to end. Sun Feiying, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled gently. Before Zhang Meng's basketball left his finger, his right hand had already waved out. .

"Bang!"

"Du!"

The basketball was directly fanned out of the sideline by Sun Feiying, and the referee's whistle sounded immediately.

Sun Feiying smiled and Zhang Meng sneered.

"This hot pot tastes good, doesn't it?" Sun Feiying asked with a smile.

"You have committed a foul!" Zhang Meng walked past Sun Feiying with a pale face and walked towards the free throw line.

"What?" Sun Feiying hurriedly turned his head to see the referee's gesture.

Foul? Where did I foul? Teacher, do you see it clearly?" Sun Feiying stretched out his hands and explained.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head helplessly. Isn't this teacher too much of the NBA? Do you have to bully the rookie in the high school basketball game? Sun Feiying's block is clean and neat. No matter from any angle, he has not touched Zhang Meng's body, as long as the referee is not blind.

Sun Feiying wanted to continue to defend, but was hugged by Zhao Senming and whispered, "These old students and teachers are very familiar with each other, and it's okay to bias occasionally. Isn't it just 2 points? What's the big deal?"

Sun Feiying gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Black, it's too dark. Forget it, I put up with this tone for victory.

After two free throws, Zhang Meng equalized the score.

With the last lesson, the opponent stayed honestly in his own half when Zhao Senming dribed the ball on the 5th, and it was wise not to go up and suffer.

Zhao Senming dribbled the ball easily after half. The old tune was repeated, and it was still the inside line. Han Dengyun picked up the ball with a smile and turned around to shoot. Two black figures immediately soared into the air. Han Dengyun muttered, "Assist is also data. It's cheap for you, a thin monkey once!"

The basketball flew straight to the bottom line on the left. In that position, Fu Zijun planned to sit down and rest for a while. Unexpectedly, Han Dengyun passed the ball over. He accidentally didn't catch it. The basketball hit his chest heavily and almost knocked him out of the sideline.

"Damn! Can you die with less force?" Fu Zijun still had time to rub the painful chest. No. 7 had been sure that Fu Zijun would not shoot. His supervisor thought that Han Dengyun passed the ball out because he was afraid of his block.

patiently adjusted the shooting posture, and then lowered his head to confirm whether he was outside the three-point line. Fu Zijun smiled with a sunny smile on the corners of his mouth and gently threw the ball with his arm.

There is no need to see if the ball will score at all. At the moment of the shot, Fu Zijun was sure that the ball would definitely score, and he raised his right hand and walked towards his half.

"Swipe!"

Without any hesitation, the basketball fell straight into the box.

The 7th and 11th looked at each other again. The two looked at each other speechlessly like a pair of lovers in their previous lives. Is this freshman class too difficult to deal with? Everyone can shoot, or is it such a long distance, is this still a student of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School?

Yan Lingfeng sat on the sidelines and scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously. He watched his teammates galloping on the field and said that he was not anxious at all. Especially when he met such an arrogant and pitiful class, his heart was really a little boring.

Zhang Meng's face has changed like a piece of black coal. He never dreamed that everyone in his opponent could easily break through his own defense. How can he play this game? Now the key to whether Class 3 of Senior Two can win is focused on himself. If he can continue to score or foul the opposing players, then there is still a fight in this game. If his attack is frozen as it was just now, Class 3 of Senior Two can now disarm.

No.5 passed the ball without any vigilance. He was used to this way of passing the ball, dribbling to the top of the arc, and then passing it directly to Zhang Meng outside the right three-point line. It has been very smooth. The opponent's indulgence also left him a fatal habit. Sun Feiying decided to teach him a lesson this time to let him understand the pass and It's not that simple. Before the basketball left the finger of No. 5, Sun Feiying had already started.

When the ball floated slowly towards Zhang Meng in mid-air, a lightning-like yellow shadow intercepted its where it went. No. 5 hurriedly turned his head, and a huge "8" gradually faded away from his sight...