Chapter 38 Team Training

Yan Lingfeng is busy arranging tactics, but Wang Hanbo just gave a few hasty instructions and let his team members appear on the stage. It's not that he doesn't know what to say, but that he doesn't need to say too much, because the other four people in his team have cooperated together for a long time except He Qing. They knew how to hit them, but he forgot that Yan Lingfeng was more familiar with their way of playing.

"If I guess correctly, they will definitely choose to beat He Qing at the beginning of the game. Gao Yang, I know it may be a little difficult for you to defend He Qing, but if you want to stand on the school team and constantly improve yourself, you must have the courage to challenge all difficulties. I haven't seen He Qing play before, but I boldly guess that his shooting rate will not be too high, so I suggest that you'd better withstand his impact with your body and get stuck in his position. As long as you can protect the backcourt rebound, you will complete the task.

"I will." Gao Yang nodded unanedly, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes. His whole body was like a machine.

"When attacking, Brother Xiangyang was handed over to you to control. When I first arrived, I didn't know much about everyone, so I completely asked Brother Xiangyang to attack."

This is the first intra-team confrontation since the school team concentrated. Huang Cheng personally served as the referee. After throwing the basketball in the air with a whistle, the game officially began.

Wang Hanbo's side put on a yellow vest outside the jersey, so it can be called the yellow team, while Yan Lingfeng's side is the red team. Han Dengyun was sent by the yellow team to jump the ball, which was also a benefit he strongly requested, because in the basketball game, the only time he failed to jump the ball was to lose to the little man in front of him. Now that the enemies meet, he is particularly jealous, and he naturally wants to take revenge.

Han Dengyun opened his teeth and danced his claws, but Gao Yang's face was as heavy as iron. After the basketball rolled into the air, his legs jumped as high as if stepping on a spring, like a thunder in the air. With a loud noise, he had firmly grasped the basketball in his hand.

Han Dengyun was stunned and looked stupidly at the calm Gaoyang in mid-air. It seemed that the stalling ability of this guy had improved significantly.

After Gao Yang landed, he passed the ball back to Bi Xiangyang, then bypassed Han Dengyun and ran to the opponent's half with a calm face.

Yan Lingfeng's eyes also had an incredible look. He knew before that Gao Yang's bounce was amazing, but he didn't expect that his stagnation and arm strength were also so good. How confident it would it take to hold the ball directly in his hand when jumping the ball? Maybe Gao Yang is not confident. He is just a habitual move, but anyway, his physical fitness is shocking enough.

Bi Xiangyang dribbled the ball to the front court. After waiting for a while, he passed the ball to Li Yi, who was about to reach the inside line. Li blocked Fu Zijun on one side and raised the ball with both hands and shook it. Seeing that Fu Zijun was unmoved, he could only lean down to dribble the ball to the inside line.

Fu Zijun's physical strength has always been his weakness. In the face of such a strong physical contact, he could only grit his teeth and support it bitterly, but his body was too disadvantaged. Although he tried his best, he was still squeezed into the basket little by Li.

"Dodge!"

When Fu Zijun was suffering from **, a loud shout suddenly came from the back of his head, and then he saw a dark shadow under it. Naturally, He Qing came forward to make up for it.

Li Yi sneered and grabbed Fu Zijun and retreated. He Qing took a step back and jumped to hit the ball.

The red team took the lead, and the yellow team naturally refused to rest. When it was their turn to attack, Zhao Senming successfully dodged Bi Xiangyang's defense under the cover of Han Dengyun, and then hit a jump shot near the penalty line to equalize the score.

The two teams come and go, and the pace of attack and defense between each other is extremely fast. Yan Lingfeng obviously has a low heart for his brothers to win, because they know that it is difficult to defeat Yan Lingfeng on the basketball court, so they seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and caught Yan Lingfeng's team to beat him.

Although Bi Xiangyang and others also work hard, their strength is indeed not as good as Zhao Senming and others, so they have fallen behind by as 10 points during the first ten minutes of the festival break.

The score is 21:11. The cooperation of Zhao Senming and the four of them is really tacit. When attacking, they make three passes and two falls, and they can always pass the ball out of the unguarded empty shooting opportunity. Coupled with He Qing's dominance under the basket, it is not surprising that they can get a 10-point lead.

Yan Lingfeng squinted at the team members who came out of the scene dejectedly and sighed inaudibly. No matter how skill you are, no matter how good your cooking is, you can't make delicious food no matter how much you **. What's more, Yan Lingfeng is far from a smart cook. At most, he is a little guy who picks up the kitchen knife when the ducks are on the shelves.

Yan Lingfeng closed his eyes and thought for a while, but he couldn't think of a way to defeat his opponent. His sad face was about to arrange a few words casually, treating the living horse as a dead horse doctor.

At this time, Huang Cheng came over and pointed to Yan Ling's wind; "In the second quarter, you can play."

"Thank you, coach!"

Yan Lingfeng is like hearing the sound of nature. He jumps three feet high. He doesn't have a way to defeat the enemy, but he needs the right person to implement his method, and he is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Seeing Yan Lingfeng on the stage, Zhao Senming changed slightly, but Han Dengyun came over and put his arms around his neck and smiled, "I regretted that I didn't abuse you just now. Now you have taken the initiative to send it to the door. Ling Feng, you are really a roundworm in my stomach! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"hehe." Yan Lingfeng smiled, gently pushed away the sweaty Han Dengyun, rubbed his wrist and said indifferently, "I've been waiting for a long time."

In the second quarter of the game, the yellow team first serviced the ball. Zhao Senming passed the ball to Sun Feiying just after half. The person responsible for defending Sun Feiying was Huang Wenyi, a sophomore in high school. His physical quality was average, thin and weak, but the shooting was very accurate. His short body stretched out his hands flat and put on a defensive posture.

Sun Feiying's face is smiling. Like Han Dengyun, he is eager to defeat Yan Lingfeng on the basketball court. Everyone has an obsession, but Sun Feiying's obsession has been on defeating Yan Lingfeng since junior high school. He still believes that if it hadn't been for the excessive consumption of the last game, Yan Lingfeng would not have been able to defeat him at that time, let alone block his team from the top four. Unfortunately, after high school, he and Yan Lingfeng became robes to fight side by side, and the hope of revenge became more and more slim, but today there was such an opportunity. When Yan Lingfeng appeared on the stage, they were more than 10 points behind, and the game was only less than 10 minutes away. There is no doubt that This is the best opportunity to defeat Yan Lingfeng and the best opportunity to realize his long-cherished wish.

Thinking of this, a soaring flame was fired from Sun Feiying's eyes. He felt that his whole body was about to burn up. He took a deep breath. Suddenly, he changed to dribble and easily got rid of Huang Wenyi's defense and jumped high on the three-point line to the basketball in his hand. Dialed to the basket.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and then fell accurately into the basket. 23:11! The score difference was greatly increased again. This attack was almost perfect. The only regret was that Sun Feiying stepped on the line when shooting, and this accurate shot was only counted as two points in the end.

Yan Lingfeng's expression remained unchanged. He silently picked up the basketball rolling on the ground and sent the ball to Bi Xiangyang outside the bottom line.

Bi Xiangyang dribbled the ball and looked at him, and Yan Lingfeng nodded gently.

The two drove to the front court together. As soon as they crossed the middle line, Bi Xiangyang handed the ball to Yan Lingfeng beside him, and then he moved to the sideline with Zhao Senming, who was responsible for defending him.

Fu Zijun and Han Dengyun looked at each other, and then strode over and stared nervously at Yan Lingfeng. He was a little taller than Yan Lingfeng, and his speed and strength were not as good as Yan Lingfeng. He could only rely on experience and footsteps to intercept his attack.

Yan Lingfeng smiled on his face, observed the situation on the court indifferently, and then moved horizontally near the right three-point line and dribbled back and forth continuously. This was not that he was deliberately show off his skills, but simply trying to make Fu Zijun confused and make him unable to guess his intention.

When Yan Lingfeng began to drib, Fu Zijun was a little nervous, but as his ** dribbling became more and faster, Fu Zijun's nervous nerves unconsciously loosened, because he had believed that Yan Lingfeng would not choose to break through. Yan Lingfeng knows them, and they also know Yan Lingfeng. If he intends to break through, he will never do so many fake actions. Fu Zijun knows that if Yan Lingfeng really wants to break through, he will never be able to prevent it.

In Fu Zijun's eyes, Yan Lingfeng seemed to have been set up a certain program at this time, doing the same action repeatedly. His nerves were a little numb, and his eyes rotated mechanically with Yan Lingfeng's movements. But suddenly, Yan Lingfeng stopped his movements, and then smiled at Fu Zijun and turned his head to walk towards his half-court.

"What does this mean?" Fu Zijun was stunned and looked at Yan Lingfeng's empty back and scratched his head. Could it be that the ball was eaten by Yan Lingfeng? Or can he do magic? Why is the basketball gone under your own eyes?

Another figure passed by Fu Zijun. Although his expression was very calm, there was a trace of excitement in the corners of his eyes. It was Gao Yang who rarely spoke.

"What's going on?" Fu Zijun turned his head puzzled and asked Sun Feiying.

"It's nothing." Sun Feiying shook her head and said, "To be an opponent of Ling Feng, you must have a strong enough heart to guarantee it, otherwise you will definitely die of depression."

Fu Zijun was fascinated by the authorities, but others could see it clearly. After Yan Lingfeng attracted Fu Zijun's attention with his continuous ** dribble, he passed the ball out lightly while he was unprepared. He Qing, who should have stood on the inside line, was a little impatient and was preparing to go forward to pick up Yan Lingfeng, which was also In this empty space, the basketball passed through two people and accurately passed it to Gao Yang's hand.

Although Gao Yang's basic basketball skills are very poor, after so many days of hard training, he can still throw in this kind of empty basket, so he did not lose the ball like in the basketball game.

Yan Lingfeng returned to his half, smiled and raised his right hand to wait for Gao Yang, the hero of the goal. Gao Yang hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and patted Yan Lingfeng gently: "Thank you."

"What's the matter? It should be." Yan Lingfeng smiled indifferently, and then turned his eyes to the opponents who had made a comeback.

Gaoyang took a deep look at Yan Lingfeng, and a trace of emotion suddenly flashed in his eyes. Before that, Gao Yang was very disgusted with the people who eliminated them. In addition, he was not a person who likes to talk, so since he entered the school team, he has never taken the initiative to talk to Han Dengyun and others, even sometimes He ignored other people's kind greetings to him. But now, he feels a kind of trust and warmth between his teammates from Yan Lingfeng, which makes him feel very comfortable. So he was even more energetic on the court. After seeing Sun Feiying go out of the three-point line, he roared and abruptly blocked He Qing, who was more than 2 meters tall behind his back. His bright eyes stared at the basketball spinning forward in the air, pulled up a few meters high in place, stretched a pair of ape arms, and firmly grasped the rebound ball firmly. In hand.

Gao Yang protected the ball with both hands on his chest, and his feet landed steadily. He was not in a hurry to pass the ball, but waited until the opponent retreated to the half before handing the ball player to Bi Xiangyang, who came forward to receive.

Bi Xiangyang glanced at Yan Lingfeng, but saw that Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly and raised his finger to point to him. Bi Xiangyang smiled and nodded to show that he understood.