Chapter 101 Low-level Mistake

Because of the limited conditions, few of the players in Shuiyun No.1 have played in the indoor stadium. Everything in the Yong'an basketball hall is new to them. The floor, basket frame and even include the timer above the rebound. They don't have so much worry about Xu Jianye. They sprinkle their sweat and show With his talent, He Qing, who couldn't help but be excited, even dunked a basket in place and shook the basket twice before let go.

Xu Jianye is worried about this problem. There is still a big difference between indoor venues and outdoor venues. Whether the team members of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School can adapt to it as soon as possible is the first difficulty in front of Xu Jianye. Unlike them, their opponents have no worries about this. The teaching facilities of Yantai No. 2 Middle School can be said to be the most advanced in Yantai. They not only have an independent indoor basketball hall, but also have plastic outdoor courts, which is a natural advantage. Thinking of this, Xu Jianye had no time to envy his opponent, because the game was about to start.

greeted the team members again. Xu Jianye did not tell them his worries, because sitting like this did not only do nothing, but may also affect their psychological emotions. He just encouraged the players a few more words, and then simply arranged the tactics, and the referee was already whistling to greet the players.

In a box above the stand, three men in sportswear are making fun of each other. If they often watch the CBA, they will definitely recognize them. The tallest one is Cheng Zhiming, the captain of the Shandong men's basketball team. The one whose scalp is slightly shorter and can bask in the sun is Sun Jie, the scorer currently trained by the Shandong men's basketball team. The shortest one may have been unknown a year or two ago, but now he is Lu Xiaoming, a popular organizational defender in China.

"Xiao Ming, this new season is about to begin. You, the main point guard, don't stay in Urumqi to roast mutton kebabs, and quietly return to Shandong without fear that Director Qiu will lose his temper?" Cheng Zhiming smiled and joked that he and Lv Xiaoming are the same group of selected Shandong youth men's basketball team. Because they are half a fellow villager, the relationship has always been very good. Zhiming became famous as a teenager. He was selected into the national team about five or six years ago, while Lv Xiaoming became a late man and only flew to the sky in the past two seasons.

Lv Xiaoming has a baby face, and his head is not tall. If anyone doesn't know him, no one will believe that he is a basketball player. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know when my injured leg will get better? Come back to drink the water of your hometown and eat a pear from your hometown. Maybe you can get better faster.

On the contrary to Lv Xiaoming, Sun Jieren is old-fashioned, but in fact, he is less than 20 years old, nearly a round younger than Lv Xiaoming. He smiled and said, "Brother Lu, it happens to be a bumper harvest of pears this year. You can eat as much as you want."

Lv Xiaoming and Sun Jie are authentic fellow villagers. Both of them were born in Laiyang, "Lixiang". A few years ago, Sun Jie joined the Shandong youth basketball team and was recommended by Lv Xiaoming.

"Bah, I took a box of pear juice directly back to save trouble. When I was homesick, I took a sip of both the water from my hometown and the pears from my hometown. I also moistened my intestines and throat, gave birth to quench my thirst. What did I run back from afar?" Cheng Zhiming spat fiercely and said, "I can tell you, don't think about coming back to dig people. The people in this case are all from our Shandong team!"

Lv Xiaoming smiled bitterly and said, "Lao Cheng, what do you think of me? The purpose of my coming here is very simple, just to cheer for my hometown team.

Cheng Zhiming seemed to ask in disbelief, "Really?"

"Really." Lv Xiaoming nodded sincerely and said, "If I really wanted to dig people, I would have taken Xiao Sun away. No matter where I go, Shandong will always be my hometown!"

Cheng Zhiming rolled his eyes and said, "In this case, why don't you come back? Now there is only one good point guard left in the team, and Gangzi is still a little too young.

"Go back?" Lv Xiaoming shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Although I don't read much, I always know the truth of repaying kindness. When I was penniless, the Xinjiang team gave me a chance. Now I have just been a little famous. How can I leave at this time?"

Cheng Zhiming curled his lips disdainfully and said, "Don't you understand this truth?"

Lv Xiaoming shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'm willing to come back. Will Director Ye use me? Is the team willing to pay a large transfer fee for my abandoned son? Lao Cheng, to be honest, would you come back if it were you?"

Cheng Zhiming thought for a long time and finally shook his head helplessly. "I don't understand why Director Ye refused to use you at the beginning. To be honest, although you are a little slender, you still have a little strength. Even if you are not allowed to start, you can play a substitute!"

"No more!" Lu Xiaoming waved his hand and said, "Watch the game. I don't know if these young men can surprise us."

Cheng Zhiming nodded silently and didn't say anything more.

The two team members have already stood near the middle circle. The starting players of Yantai No. 2 Middle School are center No. 5 Zheng Zhenhui, power forward No. 9 Warwick, small forward No. 10 Gao Pengcheng, shooting guard No. 8 An Bingxue, and guard No. 7 Wang Feilong. Although the average height is shorter than Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, the self-confidence on their faces is not inferior to their opponents.

Han Dengyun and Zheng Zhenhui stood on both sides of the referee, looking at each other fiercely and collided with fierce sparks. The referee held the ball in his right hand and confirmed it with the time table on the sidelines. Then there was a whistle and the ball in his hand was thrown into the sky.

The basketball was spinning and rising rapidly. Han Dengyun and Zheng Zhenhui roared almost at the same time, and then straightened their arms and jumped high. Han Dengyun is three or four centimeters taller than Zheng Zhenhui, but his arm span is almost the same as his opponent, so the two touched the basketball almost at the same time.

Two hands slapped on the basketball with one left and one right at the same time. Han Dengyun grinned and finally got a little better, turning the basketball back to his own half.

Zhao Senming took a step forward and took the ball firmly in his hand. He was not in a hurry to dribble the ball to attack, but waved his hand to signal his teammates to press through the half-court first. Xu Jianye's task was to control the team's offensive and defensive rhythm, reduce the attack speed, and pursue the success rate of attack.

After Han Dengyun won the jump ball, he had twisted his big buttocks and ran to the opponent's basket. As the main attack point of the first quarter, he looked happy and happily reminded Zheng Zhenhui, who was in position, "You must be careful. It's difficult for me to prevent it!"

Zheng Zhenhui's face was expressionless, and he snorted coldly.

Seeing that his teammates had passed the half-time, Zhao Senming also dribbled the ball to follow, but at this time, Wang Feilong, the point guard No. 7 of Yantai No. 2 Middle School, rushed over at a very fast pace and opened his hands to stop Zhao Senming.

Do you want to give yourself a majesty? Zhao Senming showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth and calmly turned his back to the ball twice. Their team is now best at pressing, and of course they also have a good experience of breaking the pressure. Therefore, seeing Zhao Senming blocked by his opponent in the half-time, Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying were not in a hurry to answer, because they believed that Zhao Senming could not be forced at this level.

Zhao Senming really didn't let them down. Suddenly, a dribble turned to rely on Wang Feilong and leaned across the half, but Wang Feilong was like a piece of dog skin plaster. He followed Zhao Senming and stretched out his hand from time to time to interfere with his dribbling.

Zhao Senming frowned slightly. Although Wang Feilong's harassment did not make him make mistakes in a hurry, as the saying goes, the toad jumps on the instep and does not bite people and is disgusting. Wang Feilong is like such a toad jumping on the instep. He really can't break Zhao Senming's ball, but it is not so easy for Zhao Senming to calmly organize the team's attack under his interference.

Therefore, Zhao Senming was not reluctant and soon handed the ball to Yan Lingfeng, who came to receive it. Yan Lingfeng held the ball slightly and bowed his waist, and there was an unbearable excitement in his eyes. His excitement came from his self-confidence. He believed that if he attacked with his own hands, he would definitely help the team get the lead. First. However, Yan Lingfeng still restrained his inner thoughts. Xu Jianye arranged to force the inside line, and he didn't like to arch his buttocks to the inside line like Han Dengyun, so after shaking it twice, he still handed the ball to Han Dengyun, who was looking for the ball. Looking at Han Dengyun's impatient appearance, Yan Lingfeng had no doubt that if he dared to attack by himself, Han Dengyun could kill him every minute without Xu Jianye.

Han Dengyun blocked Zheng Zhenhui behind him, grabbed the ball with both hands and patted it hard, roared excitedly, and looked left and right. After confirming that his opponent would not come up to attack, he bit his steel teeth and squeezed Zheng Zhenhui to the inner line. His range was within three seconds, and now he is still a little far away.

Zheng Zhenhui didn't seem to expect the white and fat Han Dengyun to have so much power. Han Dengyun only hit him, and he couldn't help staggering back two steps. Zheng Zhenhui secretly said that he was not good. When he stopped his steps and wanted to defend, his originally nervous face suddenly became happy, while Han Dengyun, who was originally full of excitement opposite him, was depressed.

Xu Jianye, who was on the sidelines, hugged his head painfully. Before the game began, he had realized his negligence, but he didn't expect this hidden danger to break out so early. It turned out that after hitting Zheng Zhenhui, Han Dengyun habitually slapped the ball, but after the basketball bounced on the ground, he did not return to his hand as he expected, but flew out of the bottom line strangely.

Han Dengyun's mistake made Shuiyun's first attack fail, but he was still puzzled and couldn't figure out why he made such a low-level mistake.

Most of the audience at the scene were locals, and of course they were more emotionally inclined to Yantai No. 2 Middle School, so after Han Dengyun's mistake, an undisguised laughter immediately broke out at the scene, and even another audience shouted loudly.

Han Dengyun blushed with shame. After returning to the half-court, he couldn't raise his head and touched his neck shyly and muttered to himself, "This is a basketball cursed by magic. This is a disobedient basketball..."

Yan Lingfeng is also a little puzzled. Although Han Dengyun's basic dribbling skills are not very good, it is definitely not only far away from being directly out of the world. He also saw it very clearly that no one came forward to interfere with Han Dengyun's attack except Zheng Zhenhui, but Zheng Zhenhui was far away from basketball at that time. Obviously, he did not touch it. Yes, so it can only be understood that Han Dengyun is excited to make such a low-level mistake.

After the blue ball came out of bounds, the offensive power changed. After witnessing Han Dengyun's low-level mistakes, the players of Yantai No. 2 Middle School, who were already full of confidence, boosted their morale and killed them in the first half of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School like a cage tiger.

Wang Feilong lived up to his name. He dribbled like flying and crossed the middle line in the blink of an eye. A large amount of dribble turned to Zhao Senming's defense, and lowered his head and dribbled the ball into the basket in Shuiyun. Zhao Senming was caught off guard, staggered a step and quickly caught up with him. Not only did he not expect that Wang Feilong would launch an attack at this time, but all the players in Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School did not expect that Wang Feilong had stride into the free throw line. Han Dengyun then raised his arms forward in panic and blocked it. Han Dengyun's long arms and round waist were like a hill, but Wang Feilong had no intention of slowing down at all. As he quickly changed his hand, he easily threw Han Dengyun behind him and jumped up and threw his hand with confidence. As soon as the ball left his hand, he hung a slightly excited smile on the corners of his mouth. How could he fail in such a simple layup? He now has a feeling that the game is too easy to turn upside down the opponent's defense with his own efforts.