Chapter 30 The Real Trump Card Showdown

A thunderous loud noise sounded in Liu Yunfei's ear, but before he could react, he felt a huge force pressing on his body, which made him scream and be thrown to the ground.

After the basketball was forced to kiss the rebound, an angry protest rebounded far away. Sun Feiying, who was telling him that he was running, quickly braked and turned around and chased after him.

Yan Lingfeng, who lay on Liu Yunfei's body, felt a blur in front of him. The last bit of energy in his body was almost exhausted, or his energy had been exhausted. He completely caught up with a spirit of not giving up and covered the basketball.

"Isn't it!"

Liu Yunfei rudely pushed Yan Lingfeng, who was pressing on him, stood up scoldingly and looked at the basketball ten meters away. Of course, he also understood what had just happened behind him. There is no doubt that this hateful No. 11 put his shooting fan on the backboard and then pressed it on himself. On your own body.

Sun Feiying had caught up with the basketball at this time, bent down and protected the ball with her chest. She stood near the middle circle and looked back at Lin Xiao. With a little hesitation, she raised her hand to the referee and signaled, "We ask for a pause!"

Although it was not dead ball time, the eighth class of senior high school held the ball right, so the referee immediately nodded and agreed. Sun Feiying immediately threw away the basketball in her hand and trotted towards Yan Lingfeng.

Yan Lingfeng had sat up at this time, rubbing his chaotic brain and breathing desperately. His face was white and his limbs were weak. He felt that he was like a newborn who had just molted. He had no strength all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Sun Feiying held Yan Lingfeng's arm to help him stand up, slowly walked back to his own rest area, let him sit down in the chair and asked with concern, "Is it still okay?"

"Senming, how about you?" Yan Lingfeng did not answer Sun Feiying's question, but looked at Zhao Senming sitting next to him and asked weakly.

"If you don't succeed, you have to do it!" Zhao Senming gritted his teeth, stood up with the chair and gently stamped his feet and said, "You can't go up anymore!" Your body has reached its limit now..."

Yan Lingfeng's head leaned against the back of the chair, stretched out his hand and took a bottle of water from Sun Feiying's hand, directly unscrewed the lid and poured it on his head. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I can still hold on for three minutes, Sen Ming, I'll give you the last five minutes. Can you bring the victory back, okay?"

"No!" The pig demon came over with a solemn face and said, "You can't go any more! Zhao Senming, you can't go either! I'd rather not be this champion than bet on your health!"

"Teacher, believe me, I'm fine!" Yan Lingfeng shook his head stubbornly and said, "I know my own body. As long as I can win this championship, what if I'm really injured? I don't regret it!"

"No! I can't agree! I believe that your parents and grandfather in heaven will not agree! Yan Lingfeng, as your head teacher, I order you to sit here!"

"Teacher, I dare to ask you, have you ever regretted it?" Yan Lingfeng smiled sadly, stood up slowly and firmly, looked directly into Zhu Yao's eyes and asked.

The stimulation of cold water forced his cerebral cortex and brought a little energy to his overdrawn body, which allowed him to stand up and talk to Zhu Yao.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Yao asked puzzledly.

"In order to win, teacher, you could give a cruciate ligament in those years. Why can't I?" Yan Lingfeng smiled faintly and did not say any more. Instead, he turned his head and stepped on the field again, because he had heard the referee's whistle.

Zhu Yao's face changed. Maybe others will understand Yan Lingfeng's words in their ears, but Zhu Yao himself knew very well that he was as stubborn as Yan Lingfeng in those years, but eventually fell into a serious rupture of the cruciate ligament, which also made him have to say goodbye to his beloved basketball court.

Zhu Yao never thought about whether he regretted it before, but when he was mentioned by Yan Lingfeng today, he knew that he had never regretted because of the decision of that year, because if a basketball player lost his desire for victory, then he would not be a basketball player, which broke with the cruciate ligament. The result is actually the same. Looking at Yan Lingfeng's staggering back, Zhu Yao sighed gently and said nothing more. Now that he has made a choice, let him move forward without regret!

"Good job! No matter what the victory or defeat is today, I will make you a friend!"

Seeing that Yan Lingfeng, who was once on the ground and couldn't get up, stepped on the field again, Wu Fengtao's eyes were hot and tears almost came out. At this moment, he admitted that he was moved by Yan Lingfeng's persistence. As he said, no matter who the final champion fell, there was no loser in this game.

Yan Lingfeng smiled faintly and gently hugged Wu Fengtao and said, "Class 8 of Senior High School, Yan Lingfeng!"

Wu Fengtao lay in his ear and whispered, "Class 31 of high school, Wu Fengtao. Today we are opponents, but I believe that we will be teammates soon. I'm looking forward to the day when we fight side by side with you.

Yan Lingfeng nodded slightly and said, "Me too!"

"But today we are still opponents. I will do my best for this championship!" Wu Fengtao waved his fist and said loudly, as if to let the audience hear his confidence.

"Me too." Yan Lingfeng's face has been smiling. Wu Fengtao is a legend. It is indeed a happy thing to become an opponent and friend with the legend.

"Then, let's fight for our honor!" Wu Fengtao looked at Yan Lingfeng and nodded. After saying this, he turned his head directly and walked back to his half.

Standing outside the sideline, Xiang Qingyun held the ball and sent it to Yan Lingfeng. Facing Wu Fengtao's defense, Yan Lingfeng did not intend to pass the ball as before. He was ready to end the attack in person. Although avoiding the actual attack is very effective, blindly avoiding is not a long-term solution, so he is ready to have a head-on confrontation with Wu Fengtao.

He stood in the middle of the circle and the three-point line and made a gesture of dribbling the ball, with his thumb down and four fingers open, which means that all his teammates opened up space for him. Yan Lingfeng was about to break through.

Although Wu Fengtao did not understand the meaning of Lin Xiao's gesture, his afterglow had noticed Fu Zijun standing outside the three-point line. His rich experience made him immediately judge Yan Lingfeng's plan and put a smile on the corners of his mouth. Can't help attacking this guy finally? Come on, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!

Yan Lingfeng also had a smile on the corners of his mouth. The two of them were like old friends who had been separated for many years. Wu Fengtao was able to hear Yan Lingfeng's forcibly suppressed heavy breathing. His eyes were very wide and his arms were very open. He His legs stood firmly, and he firmly believed that Yan Lingfeng could not break through under his eyes, because he had super confidence in his defense.

Yan Lingfeng stood about a meter away from Wu Fengtao, staring at Wu Fengtao and dribbling slowly, thinking that there was still enough time.

Wu Fengtao did not rush forward to defend. He has absolute confidence in his speed and bounce. If Yan Lingfeng wants to shoot, he will definitely block his shot with lightning speed and lightning height. Therefore, what he has to do now is to prevent Yan Lingfeng from breaking through and prevent him. Go through your left or right.

Up to now, the game has completely become a trump card duel. This is the real trump card. Yan Lingfeng is sharp and domineering, and Wu Fengtao is calm. The two can be said to meet their opponents and will meet good talents. The answer will soon be presented to all the audience.

Time jumped second by second, just like a human heartbeat, without stopping or acceleration. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the beauty of the moment when the meteor collided.

In the clear heartbeat, Yan Lingfeng suddenly moved. Although the range was small, it did move. His body did not move. What moved was his wrist and his eyes. His eyes seemed to inadvertently glance at Sun Feiying outside the left three-point line, and his wrist also pointed in that direction the moment he left the basketball.

Yan Lingfeng's movements are very hidden, and the bystanders may not notice his change at all, but Wu Fengtao, who stood not far in front of him, saw it very clearly. He was shocked and said something bad. Unexpectedly, Yan Lingfeng would eventually choose to pass the ball. Don't think that his teammates' defensive nerves have been relaxed at this time. At the worst point, once the ball is passed by Yan Lingfeng, there is no doubt that it will have very serious consequences.

So Wu Fengtao also moved. Instead of rushing forward to entangled with Yan Lingfeng, he twisted his body and moved a small step to the right side of his body, and this position could just block the connection between Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying.

But just as Wu Fengtao moved his body, Yan Lingfeng also moved. He did not choose to pass the ball as Wu Fengtao thought, but concentrated his whole body on his right leg and rushed. His whole body rushed out like an arrow away from the string, pointing straight to the left side of Wu Fengtao's body, which was for him. Block the space that Yan Lingfeng gave way to pass the ball.

Wu Fengtao secretly said something bad and quickly moved his footsteps to block him again, but just as he moved his body, Yan Lingfeng, who rushed forward, made a change again. As soon as his left foot stepped on the cement floor on the high speed, he abruptly cut off his momentum of forward.

With this power, Yan Lingfeng's body turned a big circle incredibly and just drilled from Wu Fengtao's side. At this time, Wu Fengtao happened to stand on the route that Yan Lingfeng had originally wanted to break through. Seeing that Yan Lingfeng had rushed over, he had no time to regret and hurriedly caught up with him. .

Yan Lingfeng did not choose to rush straight to the basket, but rushed to Han Dengyun, who was standing outside the three-second area of the left wing. He knew that his current speed could not get rid of Wu Fengtao, so he wanted to use Han Dengyun's wall to get rid of Wu Fengtao.

Wu Fengtao naturally guessed Yan Lingfeng's plan, but he was not too worried, because at this time, Li Kun had begun to move under the basket. Yan Lingfeng missed the best offensive opportunity, and I'm afraid it would be too late to shoot and score.

Hearing Wu Fengtao's clear breathing in his ear, a cunning smile suddenly appeared on the corners of Yan Lingfeng's mouth. He turned sideways and made room for him. His fast forward suddenly stopped without warning, and Wu Fengtao was left behind again in a change of direction.

Because of inertia, Wu Fengtao didn't have time to close his feet at all. He watched Lin Xiao go against him, but there was no way to stop him. He reluctantly hit Han Dengyun, who had already stood in a fixed position, and fell to the ground with a painful cry.

At this time, Yan Lingfeng had already entered the basket. In order to completely get rid of Wu Fengtao, he wasted a little time, and Li Kun seized this time and had made up for the basket.

It's too late to pass the ball, because the referee had warned that there were 3 seconds left in the attack about a second ago, so Yan Lingfeng decided to complete the attack by himself after a little thought.

Li Kun's figure is not too high, and his arm span is also very average. Looking at Yan Lingfeng, who had already jumped in the air, he did not choose to jump off the cap, but put his hands together in the stall, ready to make Yan Lingfeng's hitting people with the ball.

Yan Lingfeng, who was in the air, smiled again and looked very happy. He knew that he had won this time, because Li Kun did not choose to jump and fight against him.

Yan Lingfeng, who was gliding, held the ball in both hands, like flying like a royal wind, with fierceness. Just when his body was about to hit Li Kun, Yan Lingfeng, who had already had a downward trend, suddenly shouted and made an unusual 360-degree turn around Li Kun in the air, making Li While Kun stayed behind, he left the basket to himself.

Yan Lingfeng gently exhaled a turbid breath, raised the basketball on his chest and gently pushed it out, but at the moment he took action, he suddenly felt a strong force dragging his calf, and then he fell to the ground like a broken kite.

Yan Lingfeng closed his eyes, but he smiled happily before landing, because he heard the familiar sound of brushing the net...

There was a loud bang, and there was still a smile on Yan Lingfeng's face, but his eyes were slightly closed. His limbs did not move, and a pool of blood slowly flowed out of his head, as if he had died.