Chapter 45 Kill a chicken with a cow knife

After watching for more than ten minutes, Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying finally knew the reason why the audience had just applauded. They saw that Zijin No. 8 of Jiuzhong caught a mistake in No. 3 Middle School. After intercepting the ball, they made a quick attack. Before the defenders chased back, they rushed to the opponent's basket and dunk with two hands.

The ** of the audience was lit again. They slapped and stamped their feet and shouted loudly for this actually ordinary slam dunk. Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Yan Lingfeng was better and applauded with a smile. Sun Feiying turned his head directly and dared to leave. The two of them waited for a long time to get such a "three-nothing" dunk?

Seeing Sun Feiying turn around, Yan Lingfeng also retreated with a smile, "Understand, after all, not everyone can often appreciate my brother's wonderful dunk like you!"

"Wonderful face!" After taking a white look at Yan Lingfeng, Sun Feiying shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can take it easy in the afternoon's game. Take care of me and you!"

"Ha, let's talk about it then. It's almost time. Let's eat something, sleep after that, and get ready for the afternoon game."

"Hmm." Sun Feiying nodded, and the two walked side by side in the direction of the classroom.

After a morning of fighting, four teams advanced to the top eight, namely Shuiyun No. 1 Vocational High School, No. 9 Middle School, No. 7 Middle School, and No. 3 Vocational High School, while the other four teams returned home in dismay and bid farewell to this basketball game.

At 1:30 p.m., the school team members of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School were warming up on the field, and the game will officially start in half an hour, but they couldn't sit still for a morning, and they were eager to fight immediately.

On the other side of the basketball court, their opponent Shuiyun 11 Middle School did not appear. It may be that they had no hope of qualifying, so they simply broke down. Or maybe they returned to school after drawing lots in the morning without their game.

Yan Lingfeng stood outside the three-point line and threw a ball on tiptoe. As soon as the ball shot, he shook his head. The low shooting rate of the medium-range shot was his biggest short board now. However, this thing could not be improved quickly for a while, and he could only improve his strengths and avoided his weaknesses during the game and created killing with breakthroughs.

As he expected, after flying in the air for a period of time, the basketball hit the basket and bounced out. Gao Yang gently jumped up and took off the rebound, and then passed it to Yan Lingfeng. Yan Lingfeng was stunned, hurriedly caught the ball, and looked at Gao Yang with doubtful eyes.

Gao Yang didn't say anything, just nodded gently, and then turned around again.

Yan Lingfeng looked at Gao Yang's back and suddenly smiled. Although Gao Yang didn't say it, Yan Lingfeng already knew what he meant. He was going to help him practice shooting.

Gao Yang kindly helped, and Yan Lingfeng did not shirk it, so he raised the basketball, aimed at the direction of the basket and gently pushed it, and the basketball flew out with a rapid rotation.

The ball just now was a little less powerful, but the ball was a little stronger. The basketball hit the opposite basket, and then bounced high and was about to fall to the other side.

Gao Yang jumped forward two steps, grabbed the basketball in his hand again, and then passed it to Yan Lingfeng...

It's almost 2 o'clock, and the dusty coach and players of Shuiyun No. 11 Middle School finally arrived at the court. Seeing this scene, Huang Cheng, who was busy formulating tactics, shook his head inconspicuably and sighed that it was really not challenging to play against such an opponent!

Thinking of this, Huang Cheng clapped his hands and gathered the team members who were warming up on the field. He stood in the middle, holding a tactical board in his hand, glanced at the twelve team members harshly, and suddenly laughed softly and said, "The game is about to begin. How are you ready?"

"Coach, I can't help but want to abuse them for a long time." Han Dengyun patted his chest and shouted confidently.

"That's good." Huang Cheng narrowed his eyes and nodded, "I have learned more about our opponents before. I said un modestly that their level is very average! Therefore, it is entirely reasonable for us to win this game! However, the more so, the less we can be careless, because there is nothing impossible on the basketball court! There are many examples of defeating the strong. I don't want our team to become such a negative textbook, so you must give me 12 points of spirit and treat this game like a final! Do you understand?"

"Coach, don't worry, we know." Wang Hanbo, as the captain of the team, expressed his position on behalf of the players.

"Well, I believe you." Huang Cheng looked at No. 11 Middle School again and said with a smile, "Let me announce the start lineup of this game. Pocket guard, Wang Hanbo!"

Wang Hanbo immediately responded with an excited smile, "I will definitely not let the coach down!"

In this team, the position of point guard is also the most fiercely contested, because the level of Bi Xiangyang, Wang Hanbo and Zhao Senming is almost between Bozhong, and Wang Hanbo is naturally very happy to get the opportunity to start.

Huang Cheng ignored the gloomy meeting with Bi Xiangyang and Zhao Senming and continued to say, "Scoring guard, Sun Feiying."

"Yeah!" Sun Feiying waved his fist and roared excitedly. As a freshman in high school, this honor is also worth his excitement to be able to serve as the starting point guard of the school team.

"Small forward, Tian Baiwei!"

As soon as he said this, all the players were stunned, and even Tian Baiwei himself was dumbfounded, because in their minds, the only starting position without suspense was the small striker. Whether in the usual training arrangements or in tactical drills, Yan Lingfeng looks like the first choice in this position, but this least unexpected starter has an accident. No wonder after Huang Cheng's words fell, the team members collectively fell into silence.

Huang Xiang didn't see the surprised expression on the faces of the team members. After a slight pause, he continued, "Big forward, Li Yi!"

Li Yi nodded happily, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and nodded heavily. Compared with Fu Zijun, his strength and footsteps under the basket are more advantageous, so it is not surprising to be the starter.

"The center, Han Dengyun!"

"Yeah! Coach, I love you so much!" Han Dengyun almost jumped up happily and directly hugged Huang Cheng's shoulder and shouted.

"Get out of here!" Huang Cheng pushed away Han Dengyun with a bad face and snorted coldly, "Let me talk about our tactics again. According to my observation, the players of No. 11 Middle School generally lack strength, so my request to you in this game is to show me your toughness and domineering. Don't be afraid of physical contact, let alone be afraid of fouls, and fight like a man, remember?"

After receiving the firm reply from the team members, Huang Cheng nodded with satisfaction and said, "As the saying goes, those who get the inside line get the world. Let's test this sentence in this game. Hanbo, remember that every attack is handed over to Deng Yun and Li Yi, who are insiders. There is really no chance or bad opportunity, and then from the outside line. Seek a breakthrough."

"I remember, coach." Wang Hanbo nodded and replied.

"Well, the last sentence is that we are fighting at home, so we must play the momentum at home! Only in this way can we be worthy of hundreds of classmates and teachers who come to cheer for you!"

Huang Cheng waved his hand with great momentum, signaling that the starters could play. Then he turned his head and looked at Yan Lingfeng, who stood silently in the corner, with a mysterious smile on the corners of his mouth, and sat back to the chair on the side of the field.

"Come on! Come on!"

The substitutes stood in a row on the sidelines. After applauding the starters one by one, they saw the starters on the stage with envy, and then sat on the chairs on both sides of Huang Cheng.

Yan Lingfeng has woken up from the astonishment just now. He is not a stupid person, so he naturally figured out the reason why Huang Cheng pressed him on the bench. To put it bluntly, it is "kill a chicken with a cow knife". In the face of such an opponent in No. 11 Middle School, it is not before Yan Lingfeng's appearance. So he is also happy and leisurely, and it seems good to sit off the court to cheer his teammates.

Although Huang Cheng has been bowing his head to study the tactical board, his afterglow has also been placed on Yan Lingfeng. Seeing that he seemed to have figured it out, a big stone in his heart fell to the ground and easily spit out a sulking breath. Yan Lingfeng was right. He wanted to hide Yan Lingfeng and treat him as a secret martial arts. The killer mace is used. Before the master duel, it was not a wise choice to expose all his strength. Huang Cheng was 100% sure that a high-level coach must be watching the game now, just like he deliberately went to a high-level high school game in the morning for the same reason.

The starting players of No. 1 Middle School have appeared on the stage, and their starting players have set foot on the field weakly. If a vocational high school is the worst school in Shuiyun High School, then No. 11 Middle School is the most chaotic one in Shuiyun High School. Their players wear white magic team home jerseys, No. 4's hair is dyed golden yellow, No. 6's hair is dyed gray-blue, and No. 8's hair is still normal, but he The two earrings sparkled in the sun. No. 9 had a bloody wolf's head tattooed on his left forearm. Team No. 12 was the most normal one, but his head was wrapped in a very coquetturban, which looked like a cow's nose.

Seeing Weizhi, you can see how the atmosphere of No. 11 Middle School is from these five starters. Yan Lingfeng sighed gently. Several of him studied in 11 Middle School. To parapherce, in the 11th grade, you don't fight, don't fall in love or be absent from class for a week. You have to roll up the bedding and roll away. It is impossible to "get out of the mud without staining".

The referee gathered the members of the two teams to his side, told them to stand in their respective positions, and then looked left and right at Han Dengyun, who was ready to jump the ball, and the opponent's No. 12 turban man, took a deep breath and threw the basketball in his hand into the sky with a whistle.

With a whistle, the 16-8 knockout round officially began.

Han Dengyun raised his head slightly and stared at the rolling basketball. In the jumping ball, he had never lost except for Gao Yang. This time, of course, it was no exception. Seeing that the ball was about to rise to the highest point, Han Dengyun shouted loudly, his strong body rose to the ground, and his right hand stretched out towards the basketball.

The turban man was shocked by Han Dengyun's roar, and then a yellow shadow appeared in front of him. He was shocked by Han Dengyun's unprecedented momentum. He took a step back and rubbed his eyes, but saw that at this time, Han Dengyun had touched the basketball and gently hooked his half, like a hill. The body fell down.

Wang Hanbo took a step forward, took the ball to his hand, and then waved his hand to signal that his teammates could attack.

Han Dengyun didn't say a word, passed by the turban man and ran towards the other side like a tank version.

Wang Hanbo was not in a hurry and slowly dribbled the ball through the half. The opponent's No. 4 player, the yellow-haired man, should have played in the same position as him, and took two steps forward to stop him.

Wang Hanbo has a contemptuous smile at the corners of his mouth, because there are too many defensive flaws in No. 4. A very simple change of direction left No. 4 behind, and then dribbled the ball directly outside the three-point line. Han Dengyun pressed the turban man behind him and raised his right arm for the ball.

Thinking of the coach's deployment, Wang Hanbo did not hesitate to pass the ball steadily handing over to Han Dengyun.

Han Dengyun held the ball in both hands and pouted his buttocks. Although he didn't use much strength, the turban man still couldn't help it and took two steps back.

Han Dengyun shook his head gently, turned to the headband man, raised the ball with both hands, and was about to shoot.

The headscarf man was shocked and quickly flew over. The long headscarf flew in the wind, which was really beautiful. Han Dengyun had a triumphant smile on the corners of his mouth. Seeing that the turban man had rushed over and received his raised hands around his waist, he easily dodged the hood of the turban man. He passed by him and dribbled the ball to the basket and threw the ball into the basket.