Chapter 32 The Awakening Prince of Basketball

The ball thrown by Wu Fengtao passed like a meteor in the air. After reaching the highest point, it fell straight in the direction of the basket as if it had lost energy.

Wu Fengtao clenched his right fist, revealing a strong desire in his eyes. This ball is too critical. Whether he enters or not is the gap between heaven and hell for him.

Tian Hui, who was on the side of the field, put her hands together in front of her chest. She closed her eyes as if she didn't dare to look at it. She said with words, "Don't enter! Don't enter! It will definitely not go in!"

Fu Zijun no longer had time to watch basketball in the air. He gritted his teeth and stuck the third substitute center of Class 31 behind him, and then raised his head slightly and stared at the dazzling sunshine.

The basketball fell down and fell into the frame, but at the moment when it was about to pass through the net, it suddenly touched the cold basket, and then hit the opposite basket...

Zhao Senming looked at the basketball with a calm expression and his heart beating uncontrollably. Wu Fengtao understood the key to the ball. Why didn't he understand it?

It may be a little exaggerated to set the universe with one goal, but it will definitely determine the trend of the next game. Basketball games sometimes compete not only for the strength of the players on both sides, but also the morale is also a key factor. If morale is strong, the three military will die. If the morale declines, the mountains and sand will be scattered and the army will not be defeated.

The basketball, which attracted the attention of many people, fell out with the sound of countless people lamenting after playing twice in the basket.

Wu Fengtao's hands and feet were cold, and Han Dengyun under the court cheered, but Fu Zijun didn't have time to celebrate. He pulled up in place and held the moon steadily in his arms. He was not in a hurry to pass the ball. He lost the two fast horses, Sun Feiying and Yan Lingfeng. They had no preconditions for a quick attack, so he was empty. After shaking twice, he safely passed the ball to Zhao Senming, who came forward to receive it.

Zhao Senming was also not in a hurry to come forward, but waved his hand to command his teammates to press through the half-court, and then slowly dribbled the ball through the half-court.

Wu Fengtao's eyes were silent. He didn't want to admit defeat, but he had to admit that they had lost now, although there was still more than three minutes to end the game.

Fu Zijun squeezed into the inside line and asked for the ball. Zhao Senming didn't think much about it. He hung up and handed the ball to Fu Zijun. Fu Zijun dribbled the ball twice. The opponent's substitute center No. 13 gritted his teeth to withstand Fu Zijun's impact, but before he could be happy, he saw Fu Zijun repeat his old skills. He turned around elegantly, jumped high, and threw the basketball in his hand in the direction of the basket.

The ball fell into the blue basket without any suspense. Fu Zijun's hand felt hot. Naturally, he would not waste this opportunity almost equivalent to a vacant position.

66:57!

The score difference has increased to 9 points, and it seems that the winning balance has completely tended to Class 8 of senior high school. But Fu Zijun and Zhao Senming's faces were not at all, because the game was far from over, and it was too early for them to celebrate.

Before the final whistle, they can't relax their vigilance. Although the morale of the other party seems to have collapsed, although their trump card Wu Fengtao seems to have no fighting spirit, and although their lead seems to be irreversible, there is only one, but if they decide If the champion has arrived, then the cold reality is likely to give them a loud slap.

Sun Zhenglei quickly dribbed the ball through the half. Although his dribbling posture looked ugly, the effect was very obvious. Zhao Senming tried to steal several times, but he easily dodged it, and then a fierce and accurate straight pass hit Wu Fengtao.

Wu Fengtao stood outside the right-wing three-point line, and Xiang Qingyun followed him like a shadow.

With a loud bang, the basketball hit Wu Fengtao's chest heavily. Fortunately, years of exercise made his body very strong, otherwise I'm afraid this pass could directly hit him off the court.

Xiang Qingyun was happy. Just as he was about to come forward to break the ball, he saw Wu Fengtao hit a fierce spirit and took the ball into his arms like a reflex. As soon as he dodged, he dodged Xiang Qingyun's steal.

"Wu Fengtao, if you want to be a bastard, then get out of here!" Sun Zhenglei shouted from afar and exploded in Wu Fengtao's chaotic brain like a thunder. His eyes looked at Sun Zhenglei. The monitor's beard was full of open. There was a clear expression called "gloring for his misfortune and hatred for it". There was disappointment and regret in his cold eyes, and more anger.

Wu Fengtao held the ball in his hands, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he remembered the sunrise every morning, every dusk sunset, every winter snow, every summer sweat... Every day when he likes basketball is a happy and tired time. For basketball, he was dumped by his girlfriend, beaten by his father, and taught a lesson by the teacher, but no matter what setbacks he had, he did not stop liking basketball.

Wu Fengtao patted his forehead hard and woke up with pain. So many setbacks did not knock him down. Can these freshmen knock himself down?

"Impossible!"

Wu Fengtao suddenly let out a lion roar and howl. He is the invincible basketball prince. He is the powerful Wu Fengtao. He can't easily admit defeat! Even if you lose, you must do your best! Even if you stand and die, you must not live on your knees!

Thinking of this, Wu Fengtao suddenly shouted and passed by Xiang Qingyun, who had been dumbfounded. His eyes were like fire, his speed was like wind, and his spirit was like a mountain. After passing Xiang Qingyun, he directly jumped on the horse and knocked down and went straight to the basket.

Standing under the basket is Liu Zhuofan, who has just replaced Han Dengyun. His task is very simple. He came up to play soy sauce and ran two laps with the large army. Although he had never been exposed to basketball, he also felt the atmosphere of the final. Just when he thought that the defense would end in success again, he lowered his head and wiped his sweat comfortably, but before he could raise his head, he heard a strong wind coming into his ears. When he quickly looked up, he saw Wu Fengtao in a black jersey rushing at him like a horse.

Liu Zhuofan has not exercised seriously several times since he was a child. Where has he experienced such a situation? Seeing that it was too late to avoid it, he sat down directly on the ground with a "m mother". It's not that he is timid, but that the murderous spirit emanating from Wu Fengtao is too terrible. In addition, Liu Zhuofan is inexperienced, so he is so embarrassed.

Although Liu Zhuofan's figure is huge, there is no shadow of him in Wu Fengtao's eyes at this moment. All his attention has been focused on the basketball in his hand and the basket in front of him.

"Those who block me will die!"

Wu Fengtao shouted, and his feet swung up like a big roc bird. He held the ball in both hands and smashed it heavily into the basket.

With this buckle, Wu Fengtao used all his strength. With this jump, Wu Fengtao's legs were like springs. His eyes were like electricity, his expression was like iron, and his arms were like two hammered fine steel. The basketball was tightly held in his hand, and then pressed into the basket fiercely.

"Wow!"

Wu Fengtao hung on the basket and couldn't help shouting, which was the venting of all his emotions. At this moment, he forgot everything, and only two words echoed in his mind, that is - victory!

This is Wu Fengtao's first dunk in his life. Before that, he had never tried such a violent scoring method. It's not that he can't, but he disdains, because in his eyes, dunk is a very ugly scoring method, and only those reckless people who can't shoot will do so. But now he understands why so many people like to dunk and so many people like to watch dunk. The reason is actually very simple, that is, this feeling is really cool!

Wu Fengtao hung on the basket that made a squeaky scream, and at Wu Fengtao's feet, Liu Zhuofan was so scared that he wanted to climb to one side, but his legs were completely disobedient, so he could only remind Wu Fengtao with a trembling voice: "There is someone below, don't step on it. Come to me..."

Wu Fengtao smiled contemptuously. Wu Fengtao was actually scared by such a timid thing. Just now, his brain was really short-circuited.

After loosening the already deformed basket, Wu Fengtao fell lightly beside Liu Zhuofan and turned around and sneered, "Since you know you are afraid, don't stand under the basket in the future!"

"Oh." Liu Zhufan nodded as if a primary school student was being educated by a teacher, and then gently climbed aside and slowly stood up.

Wu Fengtao smiled again and walked briskly to his half.

Sun Zhenglei stood aside and looked at Wu Fengtao. There was an unbearable relief in his eyes. His painstaking efforts were not in vain. The Wu Fengtao he was familiar with finally came back. Only in this way can they have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Fu Zijun walked over and patted Liu Zhuofan gently on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, it's just a paper tiger. There's nothing to be afraid of! Let's go, let's kill it!"

"Zijun, I... I'd better go down!" Liu Zhuofan was really scared this time and shook his head.

"Then you go down!" Zhao Senming came over at some point and stared at Liu Zhuofan coldly and hummed, "Waste is waste!"

"What did you say?" Liu Zhuofan has been a unique type of academic performance since he was a child. He has been praised by teachers, praised by parents, and the envious eyes of his classmates. He has never encountered this kind of treatment. He was immediately furious and blushed and wanted to come up with Zhao Senming desperately.

Zhao Senming didn't look at him, took Xiang Qingyun's serve, slowly attacked the front court, and said indifferently without looking back; "Zijun, it's time for us to attack. Don't waste time on this waste."

Fu Zijun hesitated for a moment, still patted Liu Zhuofan on the shoulder, and then sighed and ran to the front court behind Zhao Senming.

Wu Fengtao, who had regained his fighting spirit, burst into a belligerent flame in his eyes. He saw Fu Zijun coming from afar and immediately moved his feet to meet him. He is not only the core of the attack of Class 31 of high school, but also has always been a horse when defending, specializing in picking the opponent's offensive strength and defense, and Fu Zijun, who scored 7 points in a row, undoubtedly became his target.

Fu Zijun smiled indifferently. Up to now, Xiang Qingyun has wasted a lot of energy and physical strength on the defensive end, so he hasn't scored so far, but this does not mean that he has no scoring ability. You should know that the accuracy and stability of Xiang Qingyun's mid-distance shooting is second only to him in Class 8 of senior high school. As for it, it is better than Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying. Wu Fengtao's coming to defend himself will inevitably give Xiang Qingyun room to play.

Sure enough, Zhao Senming skillfully avoided Sun Zhenglei's staring defense with the help of Liu Zhuofan's unintentional blocking, and then faked a real pass and skillfully passed the ball to Xiang Qingyun, who was undefended in the three-point line.

Xiang Qingyun, who suppressed the whole game, did not hesitate. He seized this rare opportunity and took the ball and shot. After the basketball accurately hit the back edge of the basket, he simply fell into the basket and increased the difference to 9 points again.

Sun Zhenglei sighed secretly. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that these freshmen were really strong. After such a domineering dunk like Wu Fengtao, there would be such a steady shot.

Sun Zhenglei is very depressed, and Wu Fengtao is not. He now has a kind of powerlessness of "pressing up the gourd to float up". Except for Yan Lingfeng, he can prevent anyone from killing his opponent, but so what? The attack points of these freshmen were also a little too real, which made him unconsciously produce a helpless helplessness.