Chapter 102 Hot Pot Feast

As the saying goes, Wang Feilong, with developed limbs, simple mind and extremely fast speed, undoubtedly belongs to this category of people. He thinks the game too simply and thinks of their opponents too simply. Will the teams that can stand out from more than 20 high schools in each county and city really be so easy to be blown up by them?

Yan Lingfeng told him with his hot pot feast that of course it was impossible! Although Wang Feilong's speed was fast, Yan Lingfeng was not slow. In addition, Wang Feilong wasted a little time when he broke through Han Dengyun, which also gave Yan Lingfeng a chance to catch up from behind to block. As soon as Wang Feilong's throw took action, Yan Lingfeng flew up like a roc spreading its wings. His left hand pressed Wang Feilong's shoulder to borrow power, and his right palm swung high, and he rewarded Wang Feilong with a big nail plate hat.

With a loud bang, the basketball hit the rebound, bounced back and hit Wang Feilong's head, and then flew directly out of the bottom line.

Yan Lingfeng's block came first, which was domineering. It even made Xiao Cui, who explained the game, forget that he actually had a mouth, and the audience at the scene were stunned. They were planning to cheer for Wang Feilong's dragon, but they didn't expect that their arms had time to put down as soon as they were raised. The word "Okay" had arrived. But the throat was swallowed back.

Lv Xiaoming in the box took a cold breath and said, "Lao Cheng, my eyes are not flowery, right? Is this really a chase cap?"

Cheng Zhiming answered Lv Xiaoming's question with his practical actions. The smile on his face turned into a flower, and he excitedly waved his fist to celebrate his fellow villager. You know that he is an authentic Shuiyun man, and naturally he will cheer for the team in his hometown.

"If the technology is not good, what's the use of jumping high?" Sun Jie curled his lips with some disdain and said, " Judging from the low-level mistake of his teammate just now, his basic skills are probably not much better."

As a second player, Sun Jie's technology and consciousness are first-class in China, but his height and bounce have always been difficult to overcome. If it hadn't been for this reason, he would have been selected into the national team now. Therefore, instinctively, he has some hostility to Yan Lingfeng, who has excellent physical fitness, and his words are also a little sour.

"Wouldn't you know if the technology is good or not?" Cheng Zhiming smiled and said, "This game is a little interesting."

While the three people in the box were talking, Wang Feilong had retreated to the half-court. Although it was the coach's arrangement to launch a surprise attack on the first attack, he was humiliatingly entertained by his opponent's big hat, and he still couldn't raise his head. I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time, and I'm really not used to eating it all of a sudden.

"What's wrong with you? How can the ball go out of bounds? Yan Lingfeng whispered to Han Dengyun that he was becoming more and more like a leader, and the leader's sense of responsibility prevented him from forgetting Han Dengyun's low-level mistakes.

"Ha ha, accident, that's definitely an accident. Give me another chance, and I will definitely not make such a low-level mistake again." Han Dengyun touched the back of his head with a smile and replied, with a little pleading in his eyes. Although the coach arranged to force the inside line, if Yan Lingfeng didn't pass the ball to him, he really couldn't do anything to Yan Lingfeng.

"Hmm." Yan Lingfeng nodded silently, and he was more inclined to believe that it was just an accident. After all, Han Dengyun has also experienced hundreds of battles. It is understandable to make an occasional mistake, but it is still very unlikely that he falls in the same ditch twice in a row.

Wang Feilong did not feel depressed because he ate a big hat. Instead, he was ashamed and brave. As soon as he saw Zhao Senming pass the half-court, he immediately pulled his foot and pressed forward. Han Dengyun thought that his low-level mistake was an accident, and Wang Feilong also firmly believed that eating a hat was a small probability event. If Yan Lingfeng could block his shot every time, then I'm afraid he would have been the world's famous "basketball prodigy".

Wang Feilong's pressure did not make Zhao Senming panic. He calmly blocked Wang Feilong's harassment, and then took a step back, dribbled the ball with his left hand and stretched out two fingers in his right hand.

The two fingers represent the No. 2 tactic of Shuiyun No.1, that is, the inside players came forward to block and cover the team members. Li Yi looked back at Han Dengyun and took the initiative to come out.

The No. 9 Huawei, the power forward of Yantai No. 2 Middle School, naturally followed. Although his height is only a little more than 1.8 meters, his body is particularly solid, and his muscles bulging looks particularly powerful. With Li Yi's cover, Zhao Senming finally got rid of Wang Feilong's entanglement, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Huawei with a cross-faced face stood in front of him.

If Huawei's height can barely reach a medium level among the ten players on the court, his width can rank first. Zhao Senming just glanced and knew that it was not easy to pass Warwick. He is not good at breakthroughs. Even if Warwick's pace is not as good as him, his body can make up for this defect well.

Looking back, Li Yi was entangled by Wang Feilong, who changed his position. Although he was a little taller than Wang Feilong, he did not have a good chance to catch the ball for a while under the interference of Wang Feilong's flexible running position.

Seeing that the attack time was coming soon, there was a block in front and a pursuer behind him. Zhao Senming, who had no way to advance or retreat, could only bite his teeth and jumped up with the ball in both hands and hit the ball at Han Dengyun.

The risk of jumping and passing the ball is very high. Zhao Senming is not unaware of this, but if he passes the ball in place, he is bound to be disturbed by the coveted Warwick. His strength is not at a loss. Warwick's width makes him take a great advantage in defense. Zhao Senming wants to avoid his interference and safely deliver the ball to Han It's not easy to get into the hands of the cloud.

Han Dengyun looked at the ball, opened his mouth and laughed. He had always been worried about the mistake just now, and was also worried that his teammates would no longer trust him because of this, so when he saw Zhao Senming pass the ball to him, his heart he had been holding fell down, waiting for the battle. When he and basketball Suddenly, there was a figure in the middle, a red figure, a familiar figure that he knew and a little familiar with. After the figure cut the ball from the middle, he directly raised his arm and threw the basketball out.

Han Dengyun suddenly patted his forehead and remembered where it was. He couldn't help jumping and scolding, "Bad bitch, how dare you grab my ball!" Look, I won't strip your pair of XXOO!"

It is not someone else who is agile to break the ball. It is An Bing and Snow, the 8th score guard of Yantai No. 2 Middle School. Han Dengyun's former junior high school classmate and brother who once fought side by side in the junior high school team. Because the name An Bingxue is too feminine, he has the nickname "woman". Because Han Dengyun was a little nervous after playing, he did not look around as before. In addition, An Bingxue was low-key, so after two rounds, Han Dengyun never recognized this old classmate.

In fact, An Bingxue is still a man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a straight nose. Hearing Han Dengyun's scolding, he turned around and stared at him. Han Dengyun did not notice him, but he had recognized Han Dengyun for a long time, but now that the two are hostile, he has not come forward to recognize him.

At the same time as An Bingxue grabbed it, Wang Feilong had already left Li Yi and ran to the front court with a stuffy head. They had fought countless times with such cooperation. They didn't need to say anything more. The conditioned reflex generally rushed out.

There were two people who started at the same time with Wang Feilong, but what he was wearing was not the red robe of Yantai No. 2 Middle School, but the blue and yellow of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School. Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying had already taken precautions. As soon as they saw Wang Feilong's movement, they immediately caught up with him left and right.

Wang Feilong's speed was very fast, but Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying were not slow. The three people rushed through the half-court in the blink of an eye like three lightnings. The basketball went high in mid-air. Wang Feilong jumped up first and took the ball into his hand. When he was about to **, Yan Lingfeng and Sun Feiying took advantage of this time to complete their encirclement of him.

Wang Feilong snorted coldly and dribbled the ball. He was absolutely confident in his speed. Although he was one against two, he was not timid at all. Sun Feiying took half a step ahead, which could stand in Wang Feilong's forward route, but Wang Feilong suddenly changed direction and seized the opportunity of Sun Feiying's unstable foothold and grabbed the front again.

As the saying goes, Wang Feilong's change of direction looks very simple, but there is an absolute speed guarantee, and the simple method is often the most obvious effect.

Sun Feiying staggered for a moment, stamped his feet hatefully, clenched his teeth, and refused to give up and caught up again. On the other side, Yan Lingfeng has never rushed to grab it and followed Wang Feilong's side. Naturally, his speed is not as fast as Wang Feilong, but his rhythm is well mastered. In addition, Wang Feilong's ball in his hand inevitably affects his speed, so Yan Lingfeng was not thrown away by him.

Although Wang Feilong was dribbled the ball with all his strength, he was afraid of the well rope once he was bitten by a snake for ten years. He was covered by Yan Lingfeng, and naturally had a little shadow in his heart, so his afterglow had always been on Yan Lingfeng's body. Seeing Yan Lingfeng following him uny, Wang Feilong's heart was tired of it. He knew that there was a risk of being covered in the basket now, but he was very unwilling to let him give up this good fast-attack opportunity.

Wang Feilong was in a dilemma, but Yan Lingfeng had no distractions and looked firmly at Wang Feilong and the basketball in his hand. A good start is half of success. Although the party who scores first in the basketball game may not laugh to the end, there is no doubt that it will have a great advantage in momentum. Yan Lingfeng doesn't know what Wang Feilong thinks, but he will do his best to stop him from scoring.

While breathing, Wang Feilong had arrived under the basket. His body suddenly stopped and was about to shoot with the ball in his right hand. Yan Lingfeng's eyebrows were browed. Although he guessed that Wang Feilong was likely to play a trick of crossing Chencang secretly, he still did not hesitate to open his arm and jump up, regardless of Wang He didn't dare to take risks whether the dragon's shot was true or not.

Seeing Yan Lingfeng flying into the air, Wang Feilong's mouth hung his proud smile again. His right hand holding the ball pulled back, twisted his body, lowered his head to avoid Yan Lingfeng, and changed the direction of the backhand basket to throw the ball.

Wang Feilong thought that he had done well enough, but what he never expected was that his shooting was still blocked. Although Yan Lingfeng was shaken and jumped by him, Yan Lingfeng, who had been prepared, did not use all his strength, so he landed quickly and jumped again quickly. Li stretched out his hand to block the basketball. Although it was not as domineering as the cover just now, it was also wonderful.

The basketball fell down dejectedly and fell directly out of bounds. Wang Feilong's face has completely turned dark green. If it is accidental to be covered, then eating two big hot pots in a row seems to explain the problem.