Chapter 15 Extra Far Three points

Five class attack.

The people of Class 8, who gave up the joint defense, stared at the defense again, especially Sun Feiying, who stuck to No. 2 Liu Jian as if they were about to spit fire, so that Liu Jian, who was good at shooting, had no chance to touch the ball at all. No. 1 saw that there was no good passing opportunity and narrowed his eyes and prepared to give birth to Zhao Senming.

Zhao Senming's face was like water. When No. 1's eyes focused on the basketball in his hand again, he guessed that No. 1 was going to break through again. He lowered his body, stepped firmly on the ground, and stared calmly at No. 1's shoulder. He believed in his teammates. Now the rest of Class 5 must not have a good opportunity to shoot. Now What can be done on the 1st is a breakthrough.

Even if you can't prevent his breakthrough, you should try your best to consume his physical strength and give Han Dengyun, who is ready to make up for it, a better chance to block it. On the 1st, he began to racket the ball, shook his shoulders quickly a few times, and quickly started the right hand dribbling to squeeze the ball with speed. Zhao Senming moved half a step to his left before he started, which was this half step, so that the breakthrough did not return to No. 1 at Zhao Senming's position at all.

Once failed, the second breakthrough followed, and it was still on the right side. Zhao Senming smiled and bet right. No. 1 did not change direction. He must have thought that he would move his body, so he would not let her get what he wanted.

Once again, the breakthrough route was blocked. No. 1 was already a little anxious. He did not retreat and moved forward. His right hand dribbled the ball and pulled a distance to the right side of his body. His left foot stepped on the ground with a sudden force. In a narrow space, No. 1 flew by and squeezed Zhao Senming's body into the 3-point line. The old force was not exhausted, and the new force was born again. He bit his teeth and stepped out. A big step completely threw Zhao Senming behind him.

Although it was cleaned, Zhao Senming's face did not shake at all. He turned around and ran to the inside line. Instead of chasing No. 1 holding the ball, he ran towards Han Dengyun and No. 3 under the basket.

Han Dengyunhu roared, twisted his huge buttocks, and opened his hands to meet No. 1. At this time, No. 1 had rushed into the 3-second zone. He hesitated for a moment and did not choose to fight against Han Dengyun. Instead, he decisively passed the ball from Han Dengyun to No. 3 Gaoyang, who was in the vacant position under the basket. At the same time, he shouted, "Gao Yang, you shot! There is no time."

Gaoyang heard the shout of No. 1 and was about to choose to play the board under the basket. Zhao Senming had run to him like a breeze, straightening his arms and leaned against Gao Yang tightly at his waist, so that he would not have a chance to jump easily.

Yan Lingfeng on the sidelines smiled and looked at Gao Yang, who was a little at a loss with the ball. He really guessed correctly. This No. 3 has not been in contact with basketball for a long time. It's okay to grab the rebound by relying on his super physical quality. The shooting is very short, so short that it is almost invisible.

No.3 held the ball in both hands, and there was nothing he could do in front of Zhao Senming's defense. Zhao Senming's card position was very clever, which made him want to shoot strongly. When he wanted to pass the ball, he remembered No. 1 and was hesitating, and the whistle sounded.

The referee in charge of timing on the bottom line stared at the hand on his wrist and said that the attack had been illegal for 24 seconds.

Gao Yang held the ball and looked at the referee with an incomprehensible face. No. 1 came up with a pale face and said, "Return the ball to him. Let's attack!"

"I didn't break the law. I didn't move my feet at all, and I didn't use my elbows. Referee, did you read it wrong?" Gao Yang still held the basketball tightly and turned his head to protest to the referee.

At this time, the referee on the court ran over and whistled again, and the technical foul was given to Gao Yang once.

Yan Lingfeng couldn't help laughing. This No. 3 is really a basketball beginner. He doesn't even know the minimum offensive time. Thinking about the first half of his class, it was almost because he was in such a hurry. Now it's really funny to think about it.

"Damn, why are you so 2? Hurry up and return the ball to others. Wang Qun came over and took the basketball from Gao Yang mercilessly and handed it to the referee, "I'm sorry, teacher, he doesn't know much about the rules."

The physical education teacher who was a guest referee nodded and signaled that Class 8 is now serving.

Fu Zijun sent the technical foul free throw into the basket, 41 to 42, and Class 8 finally pulled the difference to 1 point.

"Overtaking is now! My brothers' eyes widened!" Zhao Senming shouted with the ball.

No.2 rubbed his nose and whispered, "Brother, you can't stand it. What four heavenly kings, if my father, who was the headmaster in junior high school, had not blocked me, and how many of you?"

Sun Feiying, standing beside him, heard Liu Jian's muttering and knew what he was talking about without thinking about it. He hummed disdainfully, trotted two steps, received a pass outside the left three-point line, held the ball in **, lowered his body, and said to Liu Jian, who rushed forward to defend, "Aren't you very accurate with three points? Now I'll tell you what it means to have a sky!"

Liu Jian didn't say anything. Ma Kai told him that the garbage words on the 8th must be very sharp, and it's better not to listen to them. Before the words fell, Sun Feiying's figure suddenly pulled up. Liu Jian was stunned. Sun Feiying's feet did leave the ground. What did he want to do? Pass the ball? But doesn't he know that jumping and passing the ball is a big taboo on the basketball court?

Liu Jian was stunned. Sun Feiying had adjusted her hand shape and gently pushed out the basketball in her hand. The basketball flew to the basket with a beautiful arc.

Liu Jian turned around and looked at the trajectory of the basketball. He was shocked. It was not a pass. Is this guy shooting? This is a three-point shot directly from your own defense! It's impossible to get in! Definitely won't enter! Liu Jian stared at the basketball and prayed that he did not believe that Sun Feiying would have such a long range.

"Swipe!"

The crisp sound of basketball through the net made Liu Jianyi feel powerless. If the arrogant No. 8 on the opposite side really has such a strong strength, his class may be really bad luck in today's game.

44 to 42.

Up to now, Class 18 of Senior High School has been ahead of the opponent for the first time. Sun Feiying raised his right hand of the shot and roared to the sky. Although he had a strong feeling that he would enter after the ball shot, it was not until the moment when the basketball passed through the net that his tense nerves were completely relaxed.

He is betting that if this goal is scored, the morale of Class 8 will rise to an unprecedented level, but if this goal does not score, the momentum of Class 8 may also stop abruptly. Fortunately, if he wins, there may be twists and turns in this game, but there will be no suspense in his heart.

Yan Lingfeng shook his head with a wry smile. Sun Feiying is really bold. In this case, choosing such a shooting method is undoubtedly a suicidal gamble, but at the same time, the ball will bring a devastating blow to the self-confidence of Class 5.

Sure enough, the five people in blue team uniforms looked gloomy and were overtaken by their opponents in this way. Do they still have the confidence to bring the score back?

After all, this is just a pure amateur high school basketball game. The students' hearts are far less determined than that of professional players. In the first half, the people in Class 5, who still played with a blood and courage, completely lost confidence after the score was overtake. In the next game, Class 8 defeated a 18-2** At the end of the game, the final score was fixed at 64:46, and Class 8 became the only freshman class to be in the top eight.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, Han Dengyun patted Gao Yang, who was shorter than him, and said, "After playing for so many years, you are the only one who has grabbed so many rebounds on my head. Practice more basic skills in the future and try to defeat us next year!"

Gao Yang saw his teammate's lonely back, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I will!"

Yan Lingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief. He should recover from his injured left hand for another three or five days. As long as tomorrow's game can confirm the third class of senior high school, he can catch up with the last two games.

Sun Feiying came over and hugged his shoulder and smiled, "How's it going? Aren't we ashamed?"

Yan Lingfeng pushed away Sun Feiyan's wet body and took two steps back and scolded, "If God hadn't taken care of you, your three-pointer would have scored. If you hadn't made it in this game, it wouldn't be hard to say."

Sun Feiying was very proud of the three-pointer he threw in and said, "How can I be called a superstar!" Do you think the head of the king plays with you?

"Oc's it, go back to take a shower and rest. There will be a fierce battle tomorrow!" Yan Lingfeng said that he was not interested.

"Sun Feiying, in view of your excellent performance today, this is the reward I give you," Tian Hui said with a bottle of Gatory and handed a towel to Sun Feiying.

Sun Feiying hurriedly took it over, unscrewed the bottle cap of the cow drink, and dried half a bottle in one bite. When he put down the bottle to express his gratitude, Tian Hui's figure had drifted away.

"Hey, don't be in a daze. No one can see." Yan Lingfeng patted him on the shoulder and said.

Sun Feiying is bold and domineering, and Tian Hui is domineering and bold. It must be interesting for the two of them to get together. Yan Lingfeng couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

"What are you laughing at? What's funny? There was a girl watching me play ball, holding a towel and water prepared for me. I have been looking forward to this picture for many years, but I didn't expect it to become a reality today. Oh! I'm so excited! Hey, Tian Hui, wait for me!" Sun Feiying shouted and chased after him.

Yan Lingfeng followed slowly. Such a picture used to be a reality for him, but now it has become an unreachable memory.

The dormitory building of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School. 418 dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door of the dormitory, Wang Qun angrily threw his sweat-soaked No. 36 jersey to the ground and said to No. 1 Song Wei, who was behind him, "It's fucking depressing to lose this game. I don't understand why the head teacher won't let Liu Jian start? If it hadn't been for Ma Kai's loser, we could have won the game in the first half.

Song Wei took out the basin from under the bed and sneered, "Isn't it because Ma Kai studied well? All right, if you lose, you will lose. What's the use of saying this now?

Wang Qun stared at Song Wei and shouted, "Of course you are fine. Today, you are in the limelight, breaking through and assisting. There must be no problem entering the school team! Don't fucking talk nonsense in front of me!"

Song Wei, who had a hot temper, directly threw the basin to the ground, pointed to Wang Qun and shouted, "Damn it! What's wrong with passing the ball to you today? Who can you rely on if you can't vote for it yourself? Damn, I'm not that material and still blame others. No wonder the people in Class 8 repair you!"

"What are you talking about? Have the courage to say it to me again!" This sentence touched Wang Qun's pain and suddenly jumped up from ** and roared.

"Don't shout with me, or because you were beaten, the head teacher wants to appease you, do you think it's just a few pounds of you can get into the starting lineup? Joke." Song Wei said disdainfully.

"What are you arguing about? Isn't it just losing? What's the big deal? Don't hurt our brother's harmony." Liu Jian heard the noise of the two and came from the dormitory next door to persuade them.

Song Wei sneered and said, "Who is brother to him? Look at how united the people in Class 8 are, and then look at us. One of them was stunned by three points. It's understandable that Liu Jian was stared to death by the No. 8. Thinking about this coward, he made a fool, let him shoot, and kept asking me for the ball to hit the iron. It's really rare for a high school student 2 to this level!"

Wang Qun's face turned purple and black, gritting his teeth and not talking, and his whole body was struggling.

Song Wei snorted coldly, picked up the basin and took a bath by himself. Liu Jian hesitated for a while, looked at Wang Qun, shook his head and walked out of the 418 dormitory.

Zhao Senming easily returned to dormitory 501, immediately fell on himself**, and muttered, "That No. 1 is too fast. I'm exhausted today."

Han Dengyun rubbed his waist and complained, "What are you talking about?" The body of No. 3 is simply beaten, and there is no hard place all over the body. Now I feel that no bone in the whole body is complete. After saying that, Han Dengyun saw the leisurely and complabased Fu Zijun and immediately became angry, "Zijun, you are too unmanly. How many times did you let Wang Qun throw a basket today?"

Fu Zijun shrugged his shoulders helplessly and felt powerless to this stupid big man.

"How many do you think he bought?" Yan Lingfeng is kind-hearted. He believes that it is necessary to bring Han Dengyun's IQ from 3 years old to 4 years old.

Han Dengyun shook his head and thought for a while and replied, "There are few, three or four in the first half... In the second half, it's either three or iron, right?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled and said, "Isn't this over? Zijun is desperate. Don't you feel that Wang Qun can't be hit like a clown on the court?"

Han Dengyun thought about it, laughed and nodded repeatedly.

"Why is this game so tiring today? I can't imagine it until then." Zhao Senming muttered.

Yan Lingfeng, who was reborn from this question, can easily give an answer: "The four of you are the core players of your respective teams in the past. Not to mention Dengyun, Zijun is not used to blocking and demolishing for you. When attacking, we generally lack the sense of response. Except for Qingyun, everyone is basically waiting to catch the ball in place, and we also There is a lack of blue-collar players like the opponent's No. 3, and it's not surprising that the game is played like this.

Fu Zijun shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then wait for you to come back. I feel that you will be suitable for this heavy task."

"Fuck you!" Yan Lingfeng laughed and scolded.

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