Chapter 44 First Round

In the box on Shen Dongping's side, the No. 1 to 16 sign represents the team's position respectively, the 1 to 8 is the upper half, the 9 to 16 is the lower half, the No. 1 team and the No. 2 team are caught and killed, and so on. Finally, the two teams that stand out from the upper and lower half compete for the final.

This basketball game has a total of 16 games, which is expected to end in two days, which means that the final top four teams will play four games in just two days. The intensity is not small. This is why Huang Cheng wants to train his players in this high-density game. In the environment, it is nonsense to have no good physical fitness to ensure that others are excellent.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Shen Dongping put his hand into the box and slowly pulled out a note, and then put it directly on his chest without looking at it.

No.7!

After Shen Dongping determined the position of the first team, Liao Bingtian also smiled and took out a note from the cardboard box, and then learned from Shen Dongping's appearance to unfold directly in front of everyone.

Water Cloud Seven!

This is really dramatic. The position of No. 7 is Shuiyun No. 7 Middle School. If this is the next rule, there is no need to draw lots. Just arrange Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School on the No. 1 sign.

The referee team leader, standing between Liao Bingtian and Shen Dongping, took a black carbon pen and filled in the name of No. 7 Middle School from top to bottom on the left of the prepared array embryo.

The lottery is still continuing, just like a duckling. Every school is arranged in a fixed position, but seeing that the vacancy of the table is getting less and less, Liao Bingtian hasn't pulled out the note of No. 1 Middle School. Han Dengyun stamped his feet anxiously and whispered, "They won't miss a piece of paper. "Isn't it?"

At this time, there were only two vacancies on the table. One opponent was Shuiyun's No. 6 sign, and the other opponent was Shuiyun No. 15 in 11 Middle School. Yan Lingfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Dongping who was drawing lots, and couldn't help lifting it up. As we all know, the two schools with the highest basketball level in the whole high schools in Shuiyun City are one middle school and one vocational high school. In order to create gimmicks, these leaders will inevitably arrange these two schools to fight in the first round, so that this basketball game will be full of suspense from the first round of knockout.

When Yan Lingfeng was thinking nonsense, Shen Dongping had already shown the note in his hand and signed it on the 15th!

Except for those teams that have identified their opponents, everyone else pays more attention to Liao Bingtian's hand, and his hands will determine the fate of the four teams at this moment. Because everyone understands that if there is no accident, it is difficult for any team to win when they meet a middle school or a vocational high school.

Liao Bingtian's movements were very slow, with a strange smile on the corners of his mouth, and his right hand groped in the cardboard box for a long time before he finally made up his mind. He slowly raised his head and straightened his waist, and there was also an ordinary note in his hand.

The note is ordinary because it is no different from any previous note, saying that it is not ordinary because it carries the hopes and dreams of many people.

Like No. 1 Middle School, the members of No. 1 Middle School hope that this note will represent them, because in this way they don't have to face a strong job. Although the strength of No. 11 Middle School is not bad, it is completely impossible to compare with a job.

Unconsciously, many people's breathing has become much heavier. Of course, they are not afraid to compete with a higher position, but they are unwilling to meet such a powerful opponent in the first round.

Liao Bingtian put the note in front of him and slowly unfolded it. The smile at the corners of his mouth became more and more strange, which also made Yan Lingfeng's heart almost jump out of his throat, because Liao Bingtian's current smile seemed to be proud after success, and the note in Liao Bingtian's hand also seemed to be full of magic. It firmly attracted his eyes.

Liao Bingtian put the note on his chest and then slowly unfolded it.

"One Middle School!"

Yan Lingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief. It seems that he has thought too much. Although the draw of many competitions has a dark curtain, I'm afraid this time he is really fair and open.

In fact, there is no need to continue to draw lots for the next group of opponents, because it is obvious that five * will fight with a high position, but Shen Dongping and Liao Bingtian still finished the game. In this way, the draw for this basketball game is officially ended, and some people are happy and some are worried. But the players can no longer take care of this, because the game is about to start.

There are four games in the first round of the knockout match at the same time, that is, the eight teams in the first half signed from 1 to 8 will fight against each other. The winner will enter the top eight, and the loser will return home and stop.

Because of time, there are only these four games this morning, but Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is not among these eight teams. That is to say, their first game will start this afternoon, and it is likely that they will play two games in a row, because after the 16-to-8 game, the eight-to-4 game will also be in full swing. Expand the ground.

withdrew from the court, and Yan Lingfeng, Sun Feiying and others walked to the third side, because this field * is their biggest opponent in this basketball game - Shuiyun's senior team.

Shuiyun's job is high, which can be called the most chaotic school in Shuiyun. Fighting is not new, and beating teachers is not news. It's normal to fall in love, and team up to go to the hospital to have an abortion will not attract curious eyes. It is not surprising that there is no teacher in the empty classroom. Occasionally, a sporadic student listening to the class will surprise the teacher.

So students in a vocational high school have enough spare time to do what they want to do, and playing basketball is undoubtedly a good entertainment. After all, online games had not yet formed a world-class atmosphere in 2004. If the students of No. 1 Middle School play basketball well because of their talent, then the high level of basketball in a high position is basically practiced.

Yan Lingfeng stood beside a group of girls dressed in enchanting and fashionable clothes. If it hadn't been for their shouting the names of a senior players, I'm afraid Yan Lingfeng would not have thought they were still students in school.

The referee of this game was specially invited by Shuiyun Education and Sports Bureau from Tiankuo Sports, which also largely avoided the existence of black whistles. The referee looked very young and was only in his early 20s. He looked cold and walked to the center of the court with a basketball with a blank face.

On both sides, the players of Shuiyun and Shuiyun No. 5 Middle School also stepped on the field. Yan Lingfeng glanced left and right and shook his head slightly, but judging from the physical condition and mental state of the players on both sides, they had lost the game before the beginning of the game. 5 Middle School.

Like Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, a senior who aspires to win the championship also wears a specially customized competition suit, dressed in dark red like blood, coupled with their dark skin, giving people a deep sense of oppression. On the other side of No. 5 Middle School, five fat and thin starters wear the Rockets' home white robes, although they look It is full of vitality and vitality, but compared with the uniform of a high-level team, it is still inevitable to fall behind.

After the game began, as most people expected, after a short period of resistance, No. 5 Middle School was quickly overwhelmed by waves of offensives. Judging from the scene, the two teams are not at the same level at all. For high-level players, this game is like a high school student playing primary school. Life is as easy as it is. In less than half a game, the players of No. 5 Middle School have lost their helmets and collapsed. If they can, they can't wait to surrender directly now. Unfortunately, their request was ruthlessly rejected by the referee, because their behavior is against sports ethics. Of course, they cannot be promoted and encouraged, otherwise Other teams have also learned about the next game, so how to play this basketball game next?

At the end of the half, 52:18 was a far ahead. The game had long lost its suspense. Yan Lingfeng shook his head slightly and left the field. Such a game was not interesting to watch. The gap between strength and weakness was too obvious. In addition, the explicit cheering voice of the group of high-level cheerleaders around him made Yan Lingfeng lose With the interest of continuing to watch, there are many people who have the same idea as him. Except for those who specialize in cheering for a job, I guess others are not interested now.

"Where's Zijun?" Sun Feiying yawned and asked lazily. He looked around. Zhao Senming and Han Dengyun were still on the sidelines to watch the game. Zhao Senming was a rigorous person. Although the game was not exciting, he had to observe the situation of a high school through this game, and Han Dengyun was probably because of those heavily decorated cheerleaders. The girl chose to stay.

"I don't know!" Yan Lingfeng shook his head and yawned and replied, "As soon as he disbanded, he was gone. I guess he went to find Liu Zhiwei!"

"What are you going to do now?" Sun Feiying just asked casually and didn't really care about Fu Zijun's where to go, so she quickly changed the topic.

"I don't know." Yan Lingfeng thought for a moment and said, "Would you like to choose another game?"

"Let's forget it." Sun Feiying shook his head and said, "Yiye can know that Mount Tai, the most eye-catching game before the game has been played like this, and how can the rest be better?"

Yan Lingfeng smiled and said, "Let's take a look. Maybe there will be a surprise!" Besides, where can we go without watching the game? You can never go back to the classroom to study!"

Just as Sun Feiying hesitated, suddenly there was an earth-shaking cry from the side of the field behind them. The two looked at each other and then turned around and walked over coincidentally.

Compared with other spectators, the height of the two people has a clear advantage, so you can clearly see the situation on the field without squeezing in.

The two sides of this venue are No. 3 Middle School and No. 9 Middle School. These two schools are relatively mediocre in all high schools in Shuiyun. There is nothing outstanding in terms of teaching quality or hardware facilities. Moreover, these two high schools are located in the township below. The game in Shuiyun City is considered an away battle, so the sidelines There are not too many audiences.

Yan Lingfeng just glanced at the players in the yellow Lakers uniform on the court, because they were obviously a little lacked confidence, and the score card on the side told Yan Lingfeng that No. 3 Middle School had fallen behind by more than ten points. Only in this case will their attack seem hesitant, and the leading team will certainly not be entangled like them.

Their opponents, the players of No. 9 Middle School, are actually wearing Lakers jerseys, but their jerseys are away purple jerseys. It seems that although the "OK" group Lao Yan has separated, and "F4" has also collapsed, the Lakers still has a very high status in the eyes of Chinese fans!

The players of No. 3 Middle School finally paid the price for their hesitation. Just as they finally came out a vacant spot to prepare for shooting, 24 seconds of attack. The No. 8, who was ready to shoot, knocked on the head with a basketball and then retreated to his half with a helpless face.

The next attack of No. 9 Middle School was also not very smooth, and finally ended with their No. 8 player rushing left and right, forcing a jump shot.

In these two rounds, the two sides attacked and defended each other once, but Yan Lingfeng could not see the source of the good voice. It can be seen at a glance that the level of the two teams is very average, not that their defense limits each other's attack, but that their attack itself is not outstanding. The place.

"What's the situation?" Sun Feiying looked at the two teams fighting on the court and muttered, "Did we miss the highlights? Or has I think the wonderfulness has been eliminated by the times?

"I guess we're late!" Yan Lingfeng laughed and said, "Look at it for a while. Maybe when the wonderful will fall from the sky!"