Chapter 31 The mourners will win

Yan Lingfeng lay motionless on the ground, and the culprit Li Kun also moved as if he had been acupuncture points. The other players and the whole audience on the court were stunned for a moment. Everyone's brains were short-circuited at this moment. Except for a heavy breath, there was silence on the court...

Wu Fengtao looked at Yan Lingfeng stupidly, and his eyes were full of despair. For the first time in his life, he had a sense of frustration on the basketball court. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the attack just now was very simple, but Wu Fengtao clearly knew that he had lost to Yan Lingfeng three times and was cheated by him three times. For the first time, Yan Lingfeng faked a fax and successfully attracted his attention. The second time, Yan Lingfeng used his turn to deceive his defense again. For the third time, Yan Lingfeng stopped dribbling and completely threw him aside. Wu Fengtao knew that if Yan Lingfeng's physical strength was not exhausted, he would not have had such trouble. He could break through when he cheated him for the first time. However, when Yan Lingfeng was about to collapse, he played with him three times without mercy, which gave Wu Fengtao a kind of "Yi Shengyu, He Shengliang!" The feeling.

"I'll do it!"

Suddenly, a thunderous scolding sounded, and a yellow shadow pressed Li Kun at a very fast speed. Before everyone realized it, it had hit Li Kun's right cheek.

Although Li Kun is a head taller than him, and although Li Kun looks much stronger than him, Sun Feiying has gone crazy at this moment. He doesn't have time to think so much. There is only one idea in his mind now, a very firm idea, that is, to revenge Yan Lingfeng desperately!

He just stood aside and saw clearly. Just as the basketball had taken action and Yan Lingfeng's body was slowly falling, Li Kun suddenly stretched out his evil black hand and grabbed Yan Lingfeng's right leg and calf gently pulled it. Yan Lingfeng in the air was exhausted. There was no strength to struggle. It was directly like a Only a broken kite fell to the ground.

After Li Kun was punched by Sun Feiying, he took two steps back without feeling the pain and stared straight at Yan Lingfeng, who was lying on the ground. There was guilt, regret, regret, and a trace of joy in his eyes...

"You scum! Garbage! Ball ruffian! You are not worthy to play basketball at all! Your young master, I will destroy you as a grandson for heaven today!"

After a punch, Sun Feiying kicked out and kicked Li Kun's heart impartially. Li Kun snorted and squatted down with pain covering his heart. There seemed to be a tear flash in the corners of his eyes...

Sun Feiying, who was furious, still wanted to continue to move forward, but was hugged by Wu Fengtao, who rushed over quickly, and loudly advised: "Calm down! Li Kun didn't mean it. Let's take a look at his injury first!"

As he spoke, Wu Fengtao pointed to Yan Lingfeng on the ground, which made Sun Feiying calm down a little and stared at Li Kun viciously before squatting down to check Yan Lingfeng's injury.

"Your uncle! How dare you do it? Look, I won't kick you to death!"

A wave was not flat, and a wave rose again. Just as Sun Feiying had calmed down, Han Dengyun suddenly jumped out and slipped behind Li Kun's back, kicking Li Kun on the back.

Li Kun's whole body was as if he had no soul, did not dodge, and did not fight back. He fell to the ground with a sullen voice, and his hot right cheek hit the cold cement floor, which also made his consciousness a little more clear.

"I've been fooling you for a long time! It has been said that Kun didn't mean it. You haven't finished yet, have you?

Just as Han Dengyun was about to kick again, Huang Wei's anger was also ignited and ran over angrily. He kicked Han Dengyun's back in the back of his mouth.

Han Dengyun was caught off guard, and his fat body staggered forward a few steps and almost fell to the ground. He finally stood still and immediately turned around, stared at Huang Wei angrily, urged him to spit, waved his boss's fist and rushed over.

Seeing the tank-like Han Dengyun hit him, a trace of fear appeared on Huang Wei's face. He took a cold breath and summoned up his courage to fight against Han Dengyun.

But at this time, the referee rushed over in time and stopped between the two people, which indirectly saved Huang Wei's life. Although Han Dengyun was angry, he did not lose his mind. He knew the difference between beating his opponent and contradicting the referee. If he beats Li Kun and Huang Wei, he will be expelled from the court at most, but if he dares to do something to the referee, his dream about the school team will be shattered.

The referee did not immediately sentence. As an experienced referee, he knew that the first thing to do at this time was to control the scene. At this time, the penalty not only would not serve as a warning, but would make the chaotic scene more chaotic.

Zhu Yao and the head teacher of Class 31 also rushed to the court at this time and pulled the players of his class aside. The anger of the players on both sides has risen. Although they are afraid to continue to fight under the pressure of the head teacher, the anger in each other's eyes can't wait to burn each other to ashes.

Seeing that the scene had been controlled, the referee walked to Yan Lingfeng with a whistle and asked Zhu Yao, "Hurry up and call 120. The situation is very serious!" If you can't make it, this student will be useless!"

Zhu Yao nodded silently, took out his mobile phone and dialed 120 emergency number for the second time.

Looking at Yan Lingfeng lying on the ground, Sun Feiying gently held Yan Lingfeng's wrist and muttered, "Ling Feng, you must be fine. Go and recover well. We will take the champion to see you!"

The referee stood up, sighed, and then walked to the spontaneously dazed Li Kun. A sharp whistle sounded and stretched out his hand outside the field. His expression was grim and solemn, revealing an unquestionable determination.

This result is not surprising. Whether Li Kun is intention or unintentional, he must pay for his behavior. Wu Fengtao gently patted Li Kun on the shoulder, pulled him up, and whispered, "Don't worry, I will continue to move forward with you and Xiangyang's dream!" Believe me, the champion must belong to us!"

Li Kun walked off the court like a walking corpse as if he hadn't heard Wu Fengtao's words, and then left straight away. His back was so lonely and desolate.

After Li Kun, Han Dengyun, Sun Feiying and Huang Wei, who participated in the fight, were successively invited out of the referee. The final has been completely white-hot, not only fierce, but also extremely tragic. So far, a total of five people have been sent off. Coupled with Yan Lingfeng, who is about to withdraw from the competition due to injury, it can be said that both sides have lost more than half of the teams. The next game depends on the disabled. It's decided to win!

Class 31 is better. Although the substitute players are not as strong as Li Kun and others, they are not too bad, because one of the boys in the basketball class can play a little basketball. Class 8 of Senior High School is a little miserable. Their substitutes are only Xiang Qingyun, who can barely get on the table, and the rest are a group of crooked melons and jujubes, which are useless.

Yan Lingfeng was carried to the sidelines. Tian Hui hurriedly found a Band-Aid pasted on the top of his bleeding head, and then covered it with a wet towel. Although it may not work, it can at least delay Yan Lingfeng's blood flow.

Everyone looked forward to the appearance of the ambulance like the stars and the moon. Fortunately, the first hospital in the city was not far from Shuiyun, and soon an ambulance roared in. Han Dengyun and Sun Feiying carefully put Yan Lingfeng on the stretcher. Zhu Yao, as the head teacher, will definitely follow the hospital. Before leaving, he called Fu Zijun to his side and whispered, "The bet between us has been cancelled. We don't want this champion!" You guys must pay attention to my safety! You are students, not professional players, understand?

Fu Zijun nodded silently and shook his head again and said, "Teacher, don't worry, we will be fine!" But we have decided to win this championship! Not for our previous agreement, but for Ling Feng to do his best!"

"Alas! You..." Zhu Yao sighed heavily and knew that he couldn't convince him. He shook his head slightly and turned to the ambulance.

All of a sudden loss of the three generals, Zhao Senming naturally couldn't rest any longer. He and Fu Zijun looked at each other and stepped on the field firmly.

The score on the court is 59:57, with a two-point lead from Class One, and holds three free throws. Yan Lingfeng's additional penalty after breaking through the foul, and two free throws by Li Kun's violation of the foul, and the possession of the ball is still on Class 18 of Class One after three free throws. This is the last assist sent by Yan Lingfeng for Class 18 of Senior High School, and it is also an assist that can set the tone of the game.

With Yan Lingfeng's unfinished wish, Fu Zijun walked to the free throw line with a solemn face.

"Swipe!"

"brush!!"

"Brush!!!"

Three hollow net brushing sound, one more and more crisp, one louder and louder, each time like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of the players in Class 31. Except for Wu Fengtao with a gloomy face and Sun Zhenglei, who showed his resolute eyes, the faces of the other three new players did not look so good. They are all top students, and naturally understand the truth that mourners will win. It was also at this moment that they were suddenly full of uncertainty about winning the game.

After three free throws, Class 8 of Senior High School increased the score difference to 5 points. When the game is about to end in less than 5 minutes, these 5 points are likely to be a gap, an insurmountable gap.

Xiang Qingyun turned the serve and handed the ball over to Zhao Senming. Facing Sun Zhenglei's defense, Zhao Senming did not choose a strong thrust, but passed the ball to Fu Zijun, who was about to reach the three-second line on the left.

Defending Fu Zijun is Wu Yue, the new substitute striker No. 33 in Class 31 of high school. He is not only short, but also not strong. He can't resist Fu Zijun at all. After receiving the ball, he let Fu Zijun stretch his hands flat and his knees are slightly bent, trying to get stuck to prevent Fu Zijun from playing inside.

As he wished, Fu Zijun really did not hit the inside line, but turned around and shot. Before Wu Yue could react, he had already aimed at the basket and threw the ball.

The basketball did not go directly into the basket, but bounced on the rebound before drilling into the net. Although Fu Zijun is very confident in his feel, the current situation does not allow him to waste opportunities, so he chose to shoot on the board, which is more stable and has a higher shooting rate, and the result did not disappoint him.

64:57!

In a blink of an eye, the staggered score was pulled away in an instant, and Fu Zijun raised his right hand and slowly retreated to his half-court. Now you definitely can't defend it, so let's compete with whose attack is sharper!

Sun Zhenglei looked at his teammates with no intention of fighting and sighed inaudiblely. He knew that they were probably more or less lucky in today's game, because Wu Fengtao, who had always been stable, was not normal at this time. Before he had dribbled past half of the ball, he was in a hurry to ask for the ball. Obviously, he also felt this There is a depressing atmosphere, so I want to re-motivate my teammates with my performance.

But there is a saying that "if you want to hurry, you can't reach it". The more anxious Wu Fengtao is, I'm afraid the easier it is to hit the wall this attack! Although he thought so, Sun Zhenglei still passed the ball to Wu Fengtao, and now he can only put his hope of turning the tide on him, because only he still has the ability to turn the tide with his own strength.

As Sun Zhenglei expected, he was really anxious to eat hot tofu. Wu Fengtao faced Xiang Qingyun's defense. After shaking left and right for two steps, he suddenly pulled it out in place and threw the basketball directly out.

This is a high and floating shot. The running arc is very strange. Everyone turned their eyes to this basketball. It can be said that Wu Fengtao's shot is the most critical shot in the normal game so far. If the ball is scored, the morale of the 31st class will be revived, and it may be possible to achieve a reversal. If you don't enter, I'm afraid that everyone in Class 31 will lose the courage and confidence to fight again.