Chapter 5 The Role of the Center

Although the basketball was buckled into the basket, Yan Lingfeng, who was not well prepared at all, loosened his fingers and fell on his back.

The rest of the field were shocked by the dunk and stayed on the spot. A person about 1.85 meters tall actually completed the dunk, which brought them a huge psychological impact. It's not that they haven't seen the slam dunk. Needless to say on TV, when they play in reality, they can occasionally see some tall people jumping up clums and stuffing basketballs into the basket with their hands, but this teenager who is shorter or a little taller than them actually completes a one-handed dunk!

The loud sound of Yan Lingfeng falling to the ground did not wake them up from shock, as if they had been petrified collectively. At this moment, an idea that had never been before finally came to Sun Feiying's mind: this person may not be able to surpass him in basketball in his life, although Yan Lingfeng once defeated them But he always thought that it was caused by his pett on the enemy and fatigue, and subconsciously never thought that Yan Lingfeng's level was higher than his own.

Yan Lingfeng slowly got up from the hot cement floor and rubbed his painful buttocks and whispered in his mouth. Han Dengyun was the first to wake up and rushed to hug Yan Lingfeng and shouted, "Haha, you will be my idol in the future! If I say anything about playing basketball, I will be with you. Otherwise, I would rather stand on the sidelines, otherwise I will be bullied by you, and I will not be able to raise my head in my life!"

Yan Lingfeng pushed away the big guy and gently moved his muscles and bones. Fortunately, although the pain was still there, he should not have hurt the bone, otherwise it would not be worth the loss.

"It's your turn to serve." Zhao Senming picked up the basketball and handed it to Xiang Qingyun.

"Continue?" Sun Feiying asked doubtfully that he really didn't want to face this horrible alien, now and in the future.

"Well, isn't it just a dunk? Basketball is about scores, not dunks!" Zhao Senming put his palms together and spit in his palms, and his eyes ejected a fanatical desire to fight.

Yan Lingfeng took the basketball with a wry smile and said to Zhao Senming, "It's just for entertainment. Don't look at me with this hatred of killing my father and taking my wife."

Fu Zijun resisted Han Dengyun and prepared to steal from time to time. He was already sweating profusely without touching the ball. Sun Feiying just looked like a defense, moved with Xiang Qingyun, and said with a smile, "Are you playing? You just need to play **. Only a good defense can produce a perfect goal. Leaving here, everyone's relationship will only be more strong. Don't worry about anything. Don't worry, come to us, Ling Feng.

Yan Lingfeng stood outside the three-point line holding the ball and smiled after listening to Sun Feiying's words, "Then why don't you defend well!"

Before the words fell, the basketball in his hand had quickly flown over Zhao Senming's head and passed to the inside line. Han Dengyun looked at the direction of the ball three or four steps away from him and said anxiously, "Ling Feng, didn't you split your central nerve just now? I can't catch such a ball with Iverson's speed!"

Han Dengyun hasn't finished speaking yet. He only saw a figure running into the inside line at this time, easily catching the basketball and sending the ball in three steps.

is Xiang Qingyun, who has never been seriously defended by Sun Feiying. Although his level may be the worst among the six people on the court, this basketball-loving teenager does not regard himself as a bystander, although he has hardly encountered it except for serving. Basketball, but he was still running persistently. Just as Sun Feiying was talking lazily to Yan Lingfeng, he ran a few steps and ran away from Sun Feiying to the inside line.

Sun Feiying and Yuguang noticed it, but he didn't pay attention to it. Yan Lingfeng in his impression was not a guy who especially likes to share the ball. However, what he didn't know was that Yan Lingfeng was no longer Yan Lingfeng. Before his rebirth, Yan Lingfeng's playing style also changed significantly with age. Before the age of 20, he pursued the feeling of throwing his opponent behind him or leaning back to send the ball into the basket, but on the college basketball court, he gradually I like the sense of achievement after sending a wonderful pass to his teammates. By his senior year, Yan Lingfeng's hand feeling of passing the ball has become more and more familiar, and the way of passing the ball has become diverse. Such an ordinary direct pass insider like today is really not challenging for him.

Han Dengyun looked at Fu Zijun, who was close to him, and said, "You are sweating all over. Can you stay away from me?"

Fu Zijun ignored him and put his hands harder on his waist and eyes.

"Damn! Then I'll stay away from you." Han Dengyun saw Yan Lingfeng standing on the top of the arc and making a gesture for him to move forward. He immediately twisted his fat buttocks and walked forward. Before leaving, he accidentally pout Fu Zijun, who was unprepared.

When Zhao Senming saw Yan Lingfeng's gesture of blocking and dismantling, he was slightly stunned. He looked at Yan Lingfeng, who was smiling and dribbling, very puzzled. He heard that there seemed to be footsteps behind him and naturally looked back.

It's now!

Taking advantage of the short time when Zhao Senming turned around and turned around, Yan Lingfeng, who had been prepared, passed the ball from him again and killed the inside line. Han Dengyun touched his big head and said to himself strangely, "Isn't he let me block it for you? Why did I go there before I arrived?

Yan Lingfeng obviously couldn't hear Han Dengyun's whisper. While moving forward at full speed, he just glanced at Han Dengyun slightly, which was very hidden. At least Fu Zijun didn't see it. Looking at Yan Lingfeng who rushed up again, Fu Zijun was very fearlessly forward, ready to rely on his good bounce and a pair of long arms. Cover it with a layup or dunk.

Yan Lingfeng looked at Fu Zijun, who was approaching him, and smiled very strangely. Sun Feiying secretly said that it was not good. He saw Yan Lingfeng's hidden glimpse and now's strange smile. He did not hesitate at all. He immediately let go of Xiang Qingyun, who was defending, and forced Han Dengyun, who was walking under the basket. Han Dengyun is under the basket, while Xiang Qingyun is near the three-point line. It can be seen that Zhao Senming should be able to make up for his position.

Unfortunately, Zhao Senming and he thought of a place, and the two almost rushed to Han Dengyun, who felt inexplicable at the same time. Yan Lingfeng, who was dribbling, suddenly stopped. Suddenly, he stopped less than half a meter in front of Fu Zijun, and then the basketball in his hand popped up. The target was Xiang Qingyun in the empty position.

Xiang Qingyun caught the pass and took a step into the three-point line. He pulled it up and threw it elegantly, hitting it into the basket and simply fell into the net.

"Yeah! It's equal!" Xiang Qingyun waved his shooting right hand and shouted happily.

Han Dengyun, who was sandwiched between two small men, looked depressed and said to Yan Lingfeng dissatisfiedly, "Are you interested in Xiang Ziyan? Why do you pass the ball to her brother every time?

Yan Lingfeng smiled and said, "The role of the center is not only a strong attack under the basket, but also a center that can contain the opponent and create empty opportunities for his companions is a good center! Dengyun, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Oh, well, if there is a game watched by girls in the future, you have to pass more balls for me to eat this small sparerib. Now, let me play the role of an excellent center!" Han Dengyun patted his chest and said with satisfaction.

"This stupid big one is very stupid and naive." Sun Feiying looked at Yan Lingfeng, who succeeded in the conspiracy with a smile, and said helplessly.

In the next attack, Yan Lingfeng passed the ball to Han Dengyun three times in a row, and Han Dengyun passed it twice. When he received the ball for the third time, he cunningly bumped away Fu Zijun, who had been alert to the lowest point, and easily scored the ball with a scratching board.

Fu Zijun stared at Yan Lingfeng with resentful eyes and complained, "Didn't you say you want this stupid big man to contain it? Why pass the ball to him continuously?"

Yan Lingfeng shrugged his shoulders innocently and said, "Because Feiying's defense against Qingyun is very strict!" I had to pass it on to him."

Sun Feiying saw Fu Zijun's eyes shift to herself and said angrily, "Yan Lingfeng, you cunning animal, despicable thing!"

In the next time, Yan Lingfeng played his strange pass to the extreme. Under the spur of his pass, Han Dengyun and Xiang Qingyun scored frequently, and Yan Lingfeng did not completely give up his attack. After all, now his body is no longer the long-year-old appearance before his rebirth. The changeable breakthrough means made Zhao Senming, who defended him, feel very powerless. Zhao Sunfu and the other three could not figure out the direction of the ball at all, and the game was over.

In the first game, a big reversal was achieved by 6-4.

In the second game, he shaved his opponent's bald head 6-0.

In the third game, the battle was still 6-0.

"Haha, the top three of the four heavenly kings are just like this! It's too easy. It's too easy. I sealed you before I exert my real strength. We ordinary people are really happy today..." Han Dengyun danced and sang.

Yan Lingfeng walked to Zhao Senming with a blue face and said, "It's just a game. Don't be so obsessed with winning or losing. We don't play ball to win any honor. Just be happy, just be happy."

Zhao Senming snorted and turned his head aside.

"You are happy. Except for the first few minutes, we can't touch the ball at all. Can we be happy?" Sun Feiying patted Yan Lingfeng's shoulder and said bitterly.

"Haha, you shouldn't despise the X factor of Qingyun today. This guy is quite good in shooting and consciousness." Yan Lingfeng smiled.

"I'm a point guard, but I didn't expect you to teach me a good lesson with a pass today. It seems that I have to work hard, otherwise the class team will not be able to get the first place in the future." Zhao Senming is worried about the Tao.

Sun Feiying took off her wet jersey and waved her hand heroically and said, "Don't think so much, Ling Feng bounces, that speed, perfect little striker, can't grab your position, brothers are gone, I'll treat you!"

As soon as they heard that there was a treat, Han Dengyun and Fu Zijun immediately forgot to fight each other and ran to Sun Feiying's side together. It seemed that Dexing would forget them.

Ten minutes later, in a very ordinary Lanzhou ramen restaurant on the food street near Shuiyun No.1 Middle School.

Looking at a bowl of ramen in front of him, Han Dengyun's face, which had been very excited, stood down and said pitiful to Gu Ying on the surface of the bowl, "Are you treating us to eat this?"

Sun Feiying nodded and said, "Yes, what else do you want to eat?" I also want to have a drink with everyone, but I have to go to the classroom in the afternoon. If I am found to be punished on the first day of enrollment, it's not good to say!"

Fu Zijun has already eaten and muttered, "Why are other people's treats? Eat quickly!" I still have to take a nap! The book says that only by sleeping more can I grow fat and repair you well.

Han Dengyun looked at the noodles in front of him and sighed, "But that's all. Can I have five bowls?"

Everyone raised their middle fingers with contempt.

After dinner, they went back to the dormitory to rest for a while. Everyone came to the classroom. Their buttocks were not yet hot. The dedicated pig demon comrades rushed in and walked in. First, they called everyone to the door of the classroom. According to their height, the women and men lined up in the back row. The five tall people of 501 occupied the five seats in the last row of the classroom.

When everyone sat down in their seats, the pig demon cleared his throat and stood on the podium and said, "From today on, you are the same classmates. I hope everyone can help each other, learn from each other, and strive to make our Class 4 8 a model class for the whole school. Well, first of all, we need to choose a monitor, which should be decided by everyone's vote according to habit, but now the students have just entered school and don't know each other, so I will designate a student to act as the class president for a period of time. When everyone is familiar with it, let's choose. Who is Song Deming?

Yan Lingfeng, who sat below, smiled secretly. Sure enough, he was still this thick and honest monitor! It's all high-sounding words about student elections. After a while, as long as the temporarily appointed monitor can satisfy him, the pig demon will definitely choose to deliberately forget the selection of the monitor.

Song Deming immediately stood up from his seat and replied loudly, "Teacher, I'm Song Deming!"

The pig demon seemed to be very satisfied with the candidate he selected. He nodded and said, "I want to appoint you to replace the monitor for a period of time. Are you willing to serve everyone?"

Song Deming nodded hurriedly and replied, "I do! I will do my best to help you manage the class and maintain the discipline and order of the class.

The pig demon nodded and said, "Well, then you can take a few classmates with me to the logistics and send everyone's textbooks."

Song Deming immediately nodded and agreed.

The pig demon motioned Song Deming to sit down and looked around the classroom. After thinking about it, he simply made a conclusion to this speech: "I hope everyone can adapt to the new life in high school as soon as possible and devote themselves to the intense study life in the shortest time. Well, let's learn by ourselves for a while. Song Deming, come with me.

Song Deming got up and looked back. Because his height was relatively feminine, he sat in the middle of the class, that is, the front row of the boy, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who will go with me to get the book?"

The five King Kong in the back row, Yan Lingfeng was too lazy to do such a thankless thing; Han Dengyun ate too much and covered his stomach and hummed; Fu Zijun wore a headset and didn't seem to hear what the monitor said at all; Zhao Senming lay on the table and slept; Sun Feiying, well, looked down at a magazine with relish, and had no head. Lift it up.

On the contrary, several enthusiastic male classmates volunteered to follow Song Deming out of the classroom. This job is actually quite decent. First of all, it leaves a good impression on the pig demon, and then leaves a good impression on the female students in the class. They are both beautiful and not tired. Why not do it!