Chapter 185 Sensation 3

The audience at the scene, including the players of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, could clearly feel that they returned to Wendeng No.1 Middle School on the court after the pause was like a different team. Their bodies exuded a murderous atmosphere, and they all blushed as if they were looking for someone to work hard.

Yan Lingfeng put a disdainful smile on the corners of his mouth and said to Xu Zhong beside him, "The game seems to be more interesting."

Xu Zhong also smiled, "The senseless struggle seems to be very strong, but in my eyes, they seem to be closer to death."

Yan Lingfeng laughed with no image. He thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect that he would be far worse than a real madman. Although Xu Zhong does not smile, there is no doubt that he is an arrogant person, but his arrogance is hidden by him more often.

After the whistle, Wen Dengzhong served again. Gao Tai was like getting on the motor. He rushed all the way to the first half of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School in less than 3 seconds. Facing Zhao Senming's defense, he suddenly rushed past him with an acceleration, and then grabbed it near the free throw line. Before Gaoyang came up to make up for the defense, he pulled up for a very fast shot. The basketball hit the basket with a rapid rotation, bounced back and hit the basket before falling into the net bag.

Please don't be as good as the generals. What is stimulated is human potential. Gao Tai, who was scolded and ashamed by Zhang Bingjun, was like a small universe breaking out. He changed the procrastination of the previous attack and completed the attack like a quick knife.

5:2!

The lead is still in the hands of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, but Wendeng No.1 Middle School finally broke zero, and it is not so comfortable to run back and forth on the field with a duck egg.

Zhao Senming's face was uncertain. In this attack just now, he was cleaned by Gao Tai's simple acceleration breakthrough, and his face naturally had no face. This was also his careless. He didn't expect that Gao Tai would suddenly exert his strength slowly like an old lady's walk last time.

Yan Lingfeng patted him on the shoulder with a joking smile on his face, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If you are a gentleman, put up with this breath until ten years later!"

"Wow!" Zhao Senming spewed out a flying arrow, but was cleverly dodged by Yan Lingfeng. Is he a gentleman? Of course not. A gentleman should be benevolent, righteous and mediocre. Zhao Senming is not a common villain, but he is not a frank gentleman, so of course he has to avenge himself.

After receiving the ball from Xu Zhong's hand, Zhao Senming rushed to the opponent's half like a small sports car. Gao Tai had not recovered from the excitement just now. Seeing Zhao Senming kill him, he pulled his foot and greeted him without thinking about it.

The two were about to bump into each other head-on, but Zhao Senming suddenly dropped his head at this unbearable time. He stopped at the steering wheel and gave up Gao Tai, and then accelerated into the opponent's three-point line again.

Gao Tai didn't expect Zhao Senming to play a trick with him. He didn't have time to rush out for several steps before barely standing. When he looked back, Zhao Senming had rushed to his own basket and sent the ball into the basket through a small throw from Li Jiong's defense.

Zhao Senming seemed to notice Gao Tai's eyes, grabbed him and smiled at him, and then pointed to his head strangely.

Zhao Senming's original intention was to satirize that his brain would not turn, but Gao Tai misinterpreted Zhao Senming's intention, thinking that he was going to open fire on his head! He gritted his teeth and replied to Zhao Senming with a throat cut. His movements were realistic and ferocious, and he looked like he couldn't wait to eat Zhao Senming.

"Du!"

The referee suspended the game and then trotted all the way towards Gao Tai, holding the whistle in his mouth and raising his hands to "T".

Gao Tai looked at the referee in a blank manner, and his right hand was still in front of his neck to maintain the action of cutting his throat. He opened his mouth to say something, but he still swallowed it back. At the opening ceremony, the chairman of the organizing committee ordered three or five times to apply for the discipline of the field, and Gao Tai was arrested. If he did not honestly admit his mistake, the referee would leave the field with "zero tolerance" and he would leave the field in frustration.

This technical foul was poured down like a basin of cold water, which completely calmed down Gao Tai, whose brain was slightly hot. He knew that he had been hit by Zhao Senming's trick, but he had no choice, because Zhao Senming's movements were very hidden and not too aggressive, not like him. The remnant was exposed to the referee's butcher's knife.

Yan Lingfeng stood on the free throw line, took the basketball twice, and easily sent the ball into the basket.

8:2!

Shuiyun's stroke extinguished the counterattack of Wendeng No. 1 Middle School. Zhao Senming's throw and Yan Lingfeng's free throw once again suppressed the opponent's momentum. On the way to Shuiyun, they have experienced too many ups and downs, so their emotions have long become like steel cast iron, and it is easy to avoid his fluctuations.

Zhang Binghui, who was on the sidelines, secretly stamped his feet and regretted it. If he could be more responsible for his own work and figure out the reality of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School before the game, maybe his players would not have to be so passive on the court. However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and Zhang Binghui's regret just flashed by. Soon he put his eyes on the game, frowning and thinking about the way to break the enemy. Shuiyun Yizhong's attack looks very methodical, not in a hurry, not impatient, but can always easily tear through his team's defense, and Their defense is also very leveled, and the personal defensive ability of each player is not bad, so Wendeng No. 1 Middle School is not only full of loopholes in defense, but also always feels tied up when they attack.

Half of the time has passed in the first quarter, and the score on the field stunned the audience. In just 5 minutes, Shuiyun's score has exceeded 20 points. If it continues to develop according to such a scoring frequency, won't they be able to score an amazing 160 points in the whole game? Of course, this probability is very small, because with the deepening of the game, the physical condition of the players will certainly not always be as abundant as the beginning, and the decline in physical fitness is bound to affect their shooting rate. However, the scoring efficiency of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is still amazing. You should know that this is only a basketball game for high school students. According to the usual practice, it is amazing that the whole game can score 80 points. However, looking at the posture of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School, not to mention 80 points, it is not impossible to score three digits.

is another accurate three-pointer into the basket. The excitement on Xu Zhong's face has faded a lot. The opponent's defense line seems to be as fragile as paper. Under the cover of his teammates, he can always find room to take action. For a machine like him who used to soak on the basketball court day and night, shooting is really as simple as eating.

23:8!

The lead of Shuiyun No.1 has reached more than 15 points, and the game seems to have lost its suspense ahead of schedule. Just like the opening match between Jinan No. 3 Middle School and Yishui No. 2 Middle School, the audience at the scene not only did not feel sorry for the loss of suspense in the game, but also cheered for every score in Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School, especially Yan Lingfeng's flying dunk and Xu Zhong's three-pointer, which made them look crazy. Drunk, they thought that the basketball game of high school students should be full of mistakes and shooting, but they didn't expect Shuiyun No.1 to prove to them with iron facts that high school students can also attack like water.

"Du!"

Another sharp whistle, and the well-known referee interrupted the game again, and then ran to Gao Tai and gave him the second technical foul of the game.

Gao Tai did not argue anything, but walked off the court with a sigh of relief. Rather than the referee sent him off, it was more like his own application to leave, because he had completely lost hope for the game. When the gap between strong and weak is not obvious, they may still have the courage and confidence to fight hard, but when their opponent hangs high in the sky, all he can do is look up to his opponent and have no resistance.

Zhao Senming rubbed his elbowed mouth and complained vaguely, "This boy is quite fierce."

Sun Feiying pouted and said, "He has mercy. Otherwise, you think he grew up as a vegetarian, and you won't bloom if you go down with such a fierce elbow."

"Mom, you still curse me when I'm like this, don't you?" Zhao Senming was in a depressed mood, but Sun Feiying poured fuel on the fire at this time. Of course, he was very unhappy.

"Who told you not to pass the ball to me? Dude, the score is still 0 now!" Sun Feiying curled his lips and complained. Looking at his teammates scoring like cutting melons and vegetables, he was already itchy in his heart and hands.

"Do you still expect me to pass the ball to you with your attitude? Dream about it!" Zhao Senming hummed and covered his mouth to exit the three-point line.

Yan Lingfeng stood on the free throw line and sent the ball into the basket again. He yawned a little boredly. Such an opponent really couldn't raise his desire to fight, as if he could see his idea. Xu Jianye shouted a pause, and then replaced him and Xu Zhong. How can he kill the chicken with a bull knife? This comparison The ease of the game does not mean that they will easily win the championship, so it is also necessary to hide his sharp weapon at this time.

The two main players of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School came to an end, but Wendeng No.1 Middle School was still not easy to play. Sun Feiying, who had already had a bellyful of ammunition, suddenly seemed to have found a breakthrough, and took over the rest of the first quarter of the game.

The referee whistled and the first quarter ended. The score on the field is fixed at 34:12, and the lead of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School has reached 22 points. Xiao Cui also sighed a little bored and shook his head and said, "I wonder how Wendeng No. 1 Middle School got into the provincial competition, which is also the second place. Is it the basketball level in Weihai... Alas!"

The distance between Yanwei and the two places is very close, but there is a gap. There has always been competition between the two places. No matter which aspect, it will unconsciously form a comparison. Therefore, although what Xiao Cui said just now is obscure, the mockery of Weihai basketball has been expressed very obvious.

Song Tao is neither from Yantai nor from Weihai, so he did not follow Xiao Cui's words, but said with a smile: "I now understand the reason why you were full of confidence before the game began. Judging from the game in this quarter, Shuiyun No.1 Middle School is indeed a very competitive team, although I don't know. What is the level of other teams, but I think if such strength of Shuiyun No.1 Middle School can't join the championship, then the revitalization of Chinese basketball must be just around the corner!"