Chapter 162 came to an end

Near the center line, Sun Feiying, who was about to come down here, jumped up quietly and intercepted Fu Zijun's long pass. Then he turned around in the air. After landing, he suddenly dribbled the ball forward. He not only took the opportunity to get rid of Lv Zhisen who was following the defense, but also greatly shortened the gap with the basket. The distance.

Time is money. For Sun Feiying, who is racing against time, time is more precious than money now. He didn't care about adjusting his footsteps, let alone the pursuers behind him and the obstruction in front of him. At a large step away from the three-point line, he jumped up with the ball in both hands. Xu Zhen has rushed back to the basket in front of him. He can't and dare not hold the ball into the three-point line to shoot. Because time is not waiting for him, he is not sure whether the final whistle will have sounded when he rushes in to get a better chance.

The basketball has no curvature and no rotation, so it flew straight away from his ten fingers, hit the rebound, and then bounced straight into the basket!

"The ball is scored! The ball is scored! Oh my God! Sun Feiying, No. 8 of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, hit a three-point shot at a long distance! Shuiyun No.1 Middle School overtook the score again at the last moment of the game! 66:65! They won! They unbelievably won this turbulent and ups and downs final!"

Excited, Xiao Cui actually stood up directly, patted the table and shouted.

"They haven't won yet, because the game is not over!" Although Deng Mingliang is middle-aged, he also has this young heart. His face is also ** overflowing, but compared with Xiao Cui, he is calmer after all. He knew very well that after the basketball basket, the timer did not run, and Sun Feiying also left 2 seconds for Laizhou No. 1 Middle School.

"What?" Xiao Cui turned his head and looked at Deng Mingliang with a puzzled face and asked, "Why did Professor Deng say that they haven't won yet?"

Deng Mingliang did not answer his question, or he didn't hear Xiao Cui talking to him at all, because his eyes were looking at the field without blinking and watching the unfinished game.

Sun Feiying, like Li Jingyu just now, was very excited and excited. She looked up to the sky and slapped her chest. But there is a saying that it is extremely happy and sad. Just when the players of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School were ready to celebrate the victory, Laizhou No.1 Middle School, who was unwilling to admit defeat, did not give up the game. Since the rule of this competition is to stop scoring, this also gives the two teams the opportunity to continue to create miracles. There are many examples of killing opponents in the NBA in a few seconds, and Laizhou, which is only one point behind, is not without a chance.

Xu Zhen, who picked up the basketball and retreated outside the bottom line, roared, then grabbed the basketball with one hand and rounded his arm, throwing the basketball towards the front court like throwing a discus. Xu Zhen's roar reminded his teammates, but at the same time, it also made the players of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School more vigilant. After Gao Yang's offense, Xu Jianye, who was frustrated and had given up the game, did not think much about sending Huang Wenyi, who was closest to him, to the field. He originally hoped that Huang Wenyi's three-pointer could give the team a glimmer of hope, because Xu Jianye did not think they still had a chance to win at that time, so Huang Wenyi played. At that time, he just waved and said nothing, which also indirectly caused the defensive mistake and the final failure of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School.

Seeing Xu Zhen's long pass, Huang Wenyi and Tian Baiwei pounced on the most dangerous opponent Li Jingyu at the same time. There was nothing wrong with this, but the mistake was that Xu Zhen's ball was not sent to Li Jingyu. Fu Zijun followed Ji Dawei, and Bi Xiangyang stared at Wang Leibo. Only one person was ignored by them, that is, Lv Zhisen, the most cold-blooded killer in Laizhou. Because Sun Feiying was still immersed in excitement, Xu Zhen's ball was passed to Lv Zhisen.

Shuiyun No.1 Middle School has more defense and less defense. According to reason, there should be no leakage. However, due to Xu Jianye's failure to explain clearly, Tian Baiwei and Huang Wenyi, who have a strong sense of responsibility and self-confidence, rushed to Li Jingyu at the same time, while Sun Feiying did not return to the defense for a while, which led to Lv Zhisen becoming unask. Jin's role also gave Laizhou No. 1 Middle School a chance to fight back.

If Fu Zijun's long pass just now is as gorgeous and accurate as Changhong Hall, then Xu Zhen's long pass seems to be as fast as an eagle hitting the long sky. Lv Zhisen slipped into the three-point line of Shuiyun No.1, retreated two steps to catch the ball, and then did not have time to make more adjustments. Between the lightning, he saw him just one When he landed, he threw the ball into the basket with a very irregular hand shape.

As soon as the ball left his ten fingers, the timer buzzed. In the eyes of the whole audience, the basketball slowly approached the basket. Everyone held their breath and stared at the basketball that determined the fate of the two teams.

With a "crank", the basketball hit the back edge of the basket and then rolled into the basket with countless sighs.

The goal is scored!

67:66!

Lv Zhisen's whistle shot helped the team overtake the score and killed the game at the same time.

Fu Zijun slowly knelt down to the ground with his head in his hands. His brain was blank, and everywhere he could see became a pale gray. Sun Feiying, who came to his senses, stared at the original in disbelief and looked fixedly at the basket net that was still flying, and the piano in his ears were buzzing like a pipa. Bi Xiangyang lay on the floor with his godless eyes staring at the ceiling, as if he couldn't figure out why fate played tricks on them like this.

From discouragement to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to despair, in less than a minute, Xu Jianye's heart went up and down like a roller coaster. After Lv Zhisen's last throw into the basket, he was stunned on the spot like a sudden myocardial infarction and could hardly breathe.

The players, coaches and team doctors of Laizhou No. 1 Middle School are celebrating crazily. On the contrary, it is the loneliness of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School. They lost in the last second, especially before this last second. They also created a miracle. Who can't stand it under such a big psychological gap, not to mention that they are just a group of Minor children.

In two days of fierce battle, Laizhou No.1 Middle School passed three levels in a row and finally won the first Yantai High School Blue Ball Competition. At their feet, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School became the most beautiful and dangerous scenery along the road. Li Jingyu, who scored 35 points in the final and averaged 33.3 points per game, was elected as the MVP of the competition without any suspense. In a total of three games, he just got 100 points and was the only one who broke through three digits in total.

Outside an ordinary ward of Yujuangding Hospital in Yantai City, Yan Lingfeng stood at the door rubbing his head and sighed. His injury was actually not serious, but for safety, the team doctor still dared not take risks. After being sent to the hospital, Yan Lingfeng was very annoyed by the diagnosis after careful examination by the authoritative doctor. He was not a recurrence of the old injury, but only a slight cerebral hypoxia. After inhaling a little oxygen, he immediately returned to normal, but it was too late to go to the stadium to play at this time.

Sometimes it must be in life, and there is no time to force it in life. Yan Lingfeng can only think so now. After getting the doctor's permission, he found Zhao Senming's ward and saw Zhao Senming lying quietly through the window. He gently pushed the door and walked in and asked in a low voice, "How about it going?"

When Zhao Senming saw that it was Yan Lingfeng, he squeezed out a reluctant smile and said, "Why are you the only one who came here?"

"Like you, I'm injured." Yan Lingfeng shrugged helplessly, came to the bedside, pulled a chair and sat down, and asked, "Your injury doesn't matter, right?"

"It's okay." Zhao Senming squeezed his mouth and shook his head. "It's hard. I didn't hurt my bones. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"That's good." Yan Lingfeng sighed and pulled a helpless smile at the corners of his mouth, "The game is probably suspended."

"Hmm?" Zhao Senming looked up at Yan Lingfeng doubtfully, "We should trust our brothers. I believe they won't let us down!"

Yan Lingfeng nodded and looked out of the window slowly and said, "I don't believe them, nor am I saying that I am very important. I'm just thinking that the game should be over now. If it is us who wins, then the coach should call the team doctor to inform us as soon as possible. In addition, I always have a faint foreboding in my heart now, alas!"

After listening to Yan Lingfeng's words, Zhao Senming also began to feel a little uneasy. They lost the championship in the high school basketball game in Shuiyun City. If the champion slips away from his fingers again, you can imagine how uncomfortable it will be.

"If you can't get it, you can't get it. What's the big deal!" After successfully transferring his sorrows to Zhao Senming, Yan Lingfeng suddenly stood up and shook his hand and said cheerfully, "Who is the hero in terms of success or failure? At worst, do it is to start all over again!" Besides, the top two in Yantai can participate in the Shandong High School Basketball Competition, and we still have a chance!"

"That's right!" After hearing Yan Lingfeng's words, Zhao Senming's eyes also brightened and nodded heavily, "There is also a national competition! We still have a lot of opportunities!"

"This is the truth!" The two looked at each other, and then Yan Lingfeng laughed and said, "What is a municipal champion? We want the national championship!"

Zhao Senming looked at the sprouting Yan Lingfeng and curled his lips helplessly, ruthlessly interrupted his fantasy and asked, "To be honest, are you really not sorry for losing this champion?"

"Ah?" Yan Lingfeng immediately shrugged his head like an eggplant beaten by frost and replied weakly, "I'm not sorry that I'm lying to a ghost, but what's the use of regret? We have all tried our best, and we can only say that we are unlucky if we can't win the championship..."

"That's right!" Zhao Senming echoed, "As long as we try our best, we will have no regrets!"

"Hmm!" Yan Lingfeng bit his lips and nodded heavily, "Youth has not failed. We are still young and we can afford to lose!" As long as we cheer up and go back on the road, I believe that sooner or later we will realize our dreams!"

"Dong Dong!" A deep knock on the door came in. Both of them looked at each other and had a hunch that nine out of ten people came to inform their team of the news. Zhao Senming took a deep breath, sat up straight, and forced himself to calm down, "Please come in!"

It was indeed the team doctor who pushed the door and came in. Seeing that Yan Lingfeng was also there, he smiled bitterly and said, "We lost..."

This sentence completely dissipated the fluke in the hearts of Yan Lingfeng and Zhao Senming. Although they said that "youth is not afraid of failure", in fact, they are still eager for their predictions to be inaccurate and the team to win the game and win the championship.