Chapter 103 A Hot Start

"I really don't have a long memory. I forgot to eat today, right?" Yan Lingfeng looked at his right palm and laughed faintly.

Wang Feilong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Lingfeng, nodded slowly at him, and then turned around and retreated to his half.

The referee's gesture clearly told him that this was a perfect defense. He not only suffered the humiliation of being covered, but also gave up the ball.

Yan Lingfeng looked at Wang Feilong's gloomy back, smiled, rubbed his slightly numb wrist, and picked up the basketball outside the bottom line. After Zhao Senming jumped and the ball was interrupted, his heart has been uneasy. If the team lost points because of his mistake, it is estimated that Xu Jianye in his eyes will make a replacement adjustment soon. Fortunately, his brother saved a trace of face for him, so he returned to the half to receive the serve and looked at Yan Lingfeng's eyes. There is a trace of gratitude.

Yan Lingfeng understood his meaning and sent the ball to him with a faint smile and whispered, "Tactics are dead, people are alive, and they don't have to fight the inside line."

"Hmm." Zhao Senming nodded silently. Yan Lingfeng was right. He was indeed a little too persistent with the coach's arrangement just now. In fact, it would be safer if he passed the ball to Sun Feiying just now, but after thinking of the coach's instructions, he still made a wrong decision.

Wang Feilong, who had been hit repeatedly, seemed to have lost his mind. Before Zhao Senming passed the half-time, he rushed up with a ferocious face. He was originally a sprinter of the school's track and field team, but by chance, he was favored by coach Meng of the basketball team and sent him to the basketball team to train him carefully and entrusted him with heavy responsibilities. He always thought that his basketball road was smooth, so he passed the game with the team and became a basketball competition in Yantai City. He was also full of confidence in this game. He thought that with his speed, all opponents could only fart behind him, but he didn't expect that as soon as the game began, Yan Lingfeng gave him two sticks in a row and completely woke him up.

Yan Lingfeng's sarcasm did not make him angry, but made him wake up at that moment. He was just a rookie who had been exposed to basketball for a short time. Maybe his talent was very good, but this could not be a reason for him to underestimate the world's heroes. After all, basketball is not a race, and no matter how fast it runs, it cannot guarantee the final victory.

Wang Feilong, who woke up, suddenly became particularly serious. He pressed Zhao Senming step by step, and even if Zhao Senming rushed left and right, he could not break through his defense line. Seeing that it was about to break the law in 8 seconds, Zhao Senming had no choice but to throw the ball high from Wang Feilong's head over the half.

Fortunately, Yan Lingfeng was alert and had judged the position of the ball in advance. He jumped high and held the ball in his arms before Gao Pengcheng. Gao Pengcheng also took a step forward from Wang Feilong's appearance, close to Yan Lingfeng, and did not give him the opportunity to pass or break through.

Yan Lingfeng was not in a hurry. After two steps with his back to Gao Pengcheng on the middle line, suddenly a gorgeous ** changed hands to dribble, turned around dazzlingly, and pressed the ball forward with his left hand, and the momentum was about to break through.

Gao Pengcheng quickly moved his body to block him. His height was almost the same as that of Yan Lingfeng. His face was elegant and handsome, and he was a first-class handsome man, but under the continuous shaking of Yan Lingfeng, his handsome face was full of nervousness. Like Wang Feilong, he did not pay attention to Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, a local steamed bun team from the countryside, before the start of the game. In their opinion, the reason why Shuiyun No.1 Middle School was shortlisted for this competition is that the lame picked out the generals and picked out their group of loser. However, Yan Lingfeng's two consecutive hot pots not only made Wang Feilong wake up, but also made him suddenly increase his vigilance. Therefore, when he faced Yan Lingfeng, a nervous look unconsciously flashed from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Lingfeng did not notice the tension in Gao Pengcheng's eyes, and he did not need to pay attention to it, because no matter whether his opponent was nervous or not, he was bound to get it this time.

Yan Lingfeng's style has always been that he doesn't take action, but if he takes action, he will kill him. Continuous ** dribbling, continuous left and right changes, Yan Lingfeng did not feel tired, and changed 6 times in just 5 seconds. Gao Pengcheng worked hard, but his efforts still became a bubble under Yan Lingfeng's continuous attacks.

When Yan Lingfeng changed direction for the sixth time, he finally couldn't control his body's center of gravity. After staggering for two steps, he tripped and fell to the ground.

Yan Lingfeng didn't even look at him. He directly dribbled the ball over him and hit the basket.

Gao Pengcheng's fall suddenly caused his teammates to form an unfavorable situation with fewer enemies in a short period of time. Looking at Yan Lingfeng who killed with the ball, Zheng Zhenhui and Warwick on the inside line were in a dilemma. If they come forward to make up for the defense, they are bound to miss their defenders, but if they ignore it, then Yan Lingfeng will definitely It will be easy to score.

After a little weighing, Zheng Zhenhui still gritted his teeth to meet him. He did not necessarily score a goal to make up for his opponent, but if he did not make up for his opponent, he would definitely score. Compared with the two harms, his approach was wiser.

Unfortunately, he met Yan Lingfeng this time, a crazy Yan Lingfeng, and the burning energy is absolutely unimaginable. Zheng Zhenhui did not defend too much, because there was no reasonable collision area in this site, that is to say, as long as he stood up and Yan Lingfeng was not good at middle pitching, he was likely to cause Yan Lingfeng to hit people with the ball.

I have to say that Zheng Zhenhui is actually a very smart person. Although he has never known Yan Lingfeng, he pointed out that he is not good at Zhongtou. Yan Lingfeng really did not choose Zhongtou, but even so, can Zheng Zhenhui really get what he wants?

Han Dengyun, who was released by Zheng Zhenhui, immediately opened his hand and asked for the ball, but after seeing Yan Lingfeng's hungry eyes, he immediately put down his arm and hid aside. After knowing Yan Lingfeng for so long, Han Dengyun can be said to be very familiar with his eyes. Whenever there is a cannibalistic gaze in his eyes, it shows that someone is going to be unlucky.

Yan Lingfeng strode into the three-point line, and another step has stepped on the free throw line. His murderous eyes locked Zheng Zhenhui's eyes. Yan Lingfeng took another big step forward, suddenly roared, held the ball high in both hands, and jumped high like a spring bed.

Zheng Zhenhui's eyes showed a trace of panic. Originally, he was looking forward to Yan Lingfeng's choice to forcibly attack the basket, but at this moment, he had a trace of regret, because the pressure brought by Yan Lingfeng was so great that he could no longer breathe normally.

Yan Lingfeng flew higher and faster and faster. Zheng Zhenhui only felt that a dark shadow pressed down. He instinctively stretched out his hands to block himself. Although he intended to make Yan Lingfeng's offensive foul, his inner fear still made him unconsciously take a step back.

With a loud bang, Yan Lingfeng's arms hanging on the basket bulged high, and his legs kicked in the air and rode directly on Zheng Zhenhui's body.

After the basketball that was smashed down by him passed through the nets, his strength was endless, and a muffled sound just hit Zheng Zhenhui's spiritual cover.

" hiss..." " hiss..."

After witnessing Yan Lingfeng's slam dunk, the audience was full of cool breaths, and most people were stunned by Yan Lingfeng's arrogant and domineering dunk. What shocked them was not the way of dunking, but the height of Yan Lingfeng and his skin. A yellow man, a yellow man who is only more than 1.8 meters tall, not only completed the dunk, but also a slam dunk, which brings them an unspeakable impact on their hearts. In 2004, Huguang was still playing rope skipping in the Shaanxi team, while Xu Yong was immersed in the stadium of the Shanghai youth team. For many Chinese, the concept of slam dunk still seemed to stay with giants such as Wang Zhizhi and Yao Ming. They know "potato" Webber and "bug" Boggs, but they don't know that Chinese people can fly and complete the dunk that only black people can complete!

The stadium fell into absolute silence for a moment. A moment later, the commentator Xiao Cui's slightly hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears: "My God! Who can tell me what I saw? Can anyone tell me that I'm really in China now? Yes, I'm right. There are no flowers in my eyes. I did see a Chinese high school student complete the slam dunk that could only be seen on TV before! What a magical scene, and what an incredible thing it is! Friends, if you haven't seen this game, and if you haven't enjoyed such a shocking dunk every second, then I believe you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

The audience finally no longer hesitated their applause and cheers. They slapped and hoarse their voices. They could only vent their inner excitement through crazy shouting and crazy cheering, and even some viewers even took off their coats and waved them.

If time can be reversed, and if there is regret medicine in the world, Zheng Zhenhui, who has been detained by Yan, will definitely not make the same choice again, but time will always move forward, and there is no regret medicine in the world, so Zheng Zhenhui can't avoid the fact that he has become * no matter how much he regrets.

Yan Lingfeng's calf was still on his shoulder, but he was numb and didn't let go. His eyes seemed to be a walking corpse. If Yan Lingfeng's slam dunk brought unparalleled excitement to others, then it brought only one generation to him The shame that I can't forget.

The score card finally changed, but no one expected that the first minute of the game would be so exciting. Yan Lingfeng let go of his hand, gently fell on the floor, and slowly exhaled a turbid breath. He rubbed his wrist and looked at Zheng Zhenhui, who had been riding under him a few seconds ago.